#me before I even leave the house for work: can I go home pleaseeeeee

[worldlxvlys]

can u do one where the reader actually rocks Chris’ toxic girlfriends shit PLEASEEEEEE

and btw you an amazing writertrr

reader x chris who has a toxic gf (part 4)

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: cursing, violence, mention of sex

a/n: thank youuu and i hope you like :)

previous part

if someone told me two days ago that i’d be standing in my kitchen, baking cookies with chris and his girlfriend, i would’ve looked at them like they were crazy. yet here i am, doing exactly that.

it was chris’s bright idea for the three of us to spend time together, “i want you guys to try to get along” were his exact words.

i offered to do it at my house, so i could kick layla’s ass out when i got sick of her.

so now, here we were, baking cookies together. we hadn’t even been at it for longer than five minutes before layla started to piss me off.

“what the hell type of cookie sheet is this? it looks like you got it from the dollar tree” she snickered.

the sound of her voice was like nails on a chalkboard, she was obviously making it higher on purpose.

i gave her an odd look at this, “i did. why would i pay for expensive ass cooking sheets?” i squinted my eyes at her.

she looked taken aback, probably expecting me to take her words to heart.

“for real. who cares where you got it? as long as it works” chris agreed.

when he saw the look on layla’s face, his eyes widened slightly and he cleared his throat awkwardly.

chris grabbed the bag of cookie dough, starting to hand it to me.

i went to grab it before layla, who stood on my other side, reached around me and took it.

“great, let’s get started!” she spoke, an annoyingly wide grin covering her face.

i glanced at chris, giving him a look to express my annoyance without verbalizing it.

he gave me a pleading look, silently asking me to try.

letting her open the bag, i reached for the parchment paper, lining my “cheap” cookie sheets.

i watched as she struggled to open the bag, letting out dramatic huffs and puffs.

“baby, can you open this for me? my nails-” she stopped talking when i grabbed the bag from her, ripping it open.

my nails were longer than hers, however, i opened the bag without a problem.

“it’s not the nails” i spoke to her as i separated the pre-cut dough.

“and next time, if you can’t open something, don’t take it from someone who actually can” i finished.

she let out a sigh, her lips turning into a slight pout. “whatever” she said.

once the dough was separated, chris and i started to place it on the cookie sheet.

i glanced over at her, noticing that she was just standing there.

“are you actually gonna put the cookies on the sheet, or are your nails too long to do that too?” i asked.

her face dropped at that, her brows furrowing slightly. a deep frown grew on her face and she looked like she was going to cry.

“ok, i’m not just gonna stand here and let you belittle me” she said, catching me by surprise. she seemed like i genuinely upset her.

“and, you, chris ? you just let her talk to me however she wants. i’m not some monster, i have feelings” her voice broke when she spoke, “but all you care about is her”.

i pressed my lips together when chris made no effort to deny her statement, well this is awkward.

chris and i just stood there, staring at her with wide eyes.

“whatever” she shook her head, “can you just bring me home? i’m not feeling great” she asked as she looked at chris.

i squinted my eyes at her, confused. “didn’t you drive here? how is he supposed to take you home?”

chris shot a look at me that said are you serious?

“ok, forget it. never mind” i spoke, holding my hands up.

“i was asking if he could come home with me” she spoke quietly.

“yeah, just let me go use the bathroom real fast” he spoke quickly. he turned to me, “please just leave her alone” he said before walking towards my bathroom.

as soon as he left the room, her face turned into a light smirk.

my eyebrows rose as her eyes, which still had tears in them, held an evil glint.

what the fuck?

“isn’t he so gullible? all it took was a few fake tears to get him on my side” she said, her voice now at its normal pitch.

“see, the difference between you and me? you may have him wrapped around your finger, but i know exactly how to get what i want from him” she spoke.

“well, that and the fact that you’re a manipulative, lying bitch” i said.

“yet i’m the one in a relationship with him. i just know that shit hurts” she said.

her words definitely struck a nerve, but i’d never admit it.

“i’m the one who’ll be taking him home. and once he finishes comforting me, i’ll bat my eyelashes at him. tell him how much your words hurt me, and that i need a distraction”

“before i know it, i’ll be under him. i’ll hear him moan my name because, like i said, i always get what i want. call it manipulative if you want, i have needs” she shrugged once she finished.

“he’s a good fuck, it’s a shame you w-” she started but was cut off by my fist making contact with her face.

there was a sickening crack that echoed through the kitchen, as she fell back into the chair behind her. she held onto her nose, screaming out in pain.

“stand the fuck up” i told her, as she started to actually cry.

she didn’t listen, she just sat there and continued to sob.

“i told you what would happen, bitch. i don’t know why you thought i was joking” i said as i got closer to her, making her shrink away from me.

“you don’t get to talk about chris like that. your ungrateful ass doesn’t deserve him.” i grabbed her by her ponytail, making her cry out in pain.

i pulled her to her feet in one swift motion before letting go of her. i pushed her in the direction of my door, “get the fuck out of my house or i swear to god a broken nose will be the least of your problems” i said.

instead of listening to me, she spun around quickly. she swung at me, but i moved back quickly, only receiving a scratch to the face from her nails.

i swept my foot out, making her lose balance and fall to the ground. without missing a beat, i climbed on top of her and punched her over and over again.

all i could think about was the way she talked about chris, as though he was simply a thing that she used for her own pleasure.

if she thought i was just going to sit back and allow her to treat chris that way, she was wrong.

i got in a few more punches before a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me away from her.

“what the fuck are you doing?” chris yelled as he let go of me.

my face fell as i realized how bad the situation seemed. when he left she was crying and now here i was beating the shit out of her.

“chris, just let me explain” i said as he rushed over to her.

“explain? what is there to explain? when i left she was sobbing, and she still is. why would you do this?” he yelled.

i backed away from him at the tone he used, realizing how mad he was.

he picked her up bridal style, before walking towards the door.

when he walked past me, he mumbled something before walking out of the door.

“all i asked was for you to try.”

💟💟💟💟

yikes 😬😬

i think i’m gonna make this a series, should i ?

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[blueprint-han]

soothing — lee felix.

pairing — felix x (gn) reader

genre — fluff.

word count — 1.9 K

warnings — the reader has hair long enough to braid, other than that, 

note — husband felix brain go bzz bzz <3

“Whoa—” Felix immediately lifts his coffee cup into his hands when you plop down headfirst on the sofa right next to him, groaning in relief as the soft couch fabric surrounds and engulfs you. You throw your bag onto the floor, squirming your way out of your coat before doing the same with it. Felix giggles, the motions you’re adopting to try and not move from the couch but still get yourself a bit more free looking way too funny to the other person.

Your hair is out of it’s ponytail that Felix had surely seen you leave in, and completely disheveled, as though to prove how tired you truly are. Placing his coffee cup on the center table, he scoots closer to your sprawled out figure on the couch, biting his lip to hold back his laugh, but failing to do so.

“Hello to you too, welcome back!” He says all happy and smiley, which you can clearly hear in his tone. His voice instantly brings you some calm, and you sigh, pulling yourself out of your comfortable position to give Felix what seemed like the most adorable expression your husband had ever seen. Your shoulders are slouched yet they seem stiff, as though you’ve been housing tension in them all day. There’s a pout on your face, directed towards Felix for indirectly making fun of your actions, but he knows it’s not serious.

“Hey, I’ve had a terrible day today. Cut me some slack.”

“I can see that,” Felix points out, reaching out to push away the hair that falls over your face and restricts your eyesight. Your eyes immediately flutter shut, and you lean into his touch, almost landing headfirst in front of Felix’s lap if he hadn’t started giggling again in that awfully serotonin-inducing tone and propped his hand against your forehead.

“There, there. Why don’t you go to our room and sleep for a while, hm? We’ll order takeout today, if that makes you feel better.”

Mm, yes. Pizza. Comfort Food.

“That sounds good…” You smile dizzily, still resting the weight of your head against Felix’s hand. Then, you open your eyes, meeting his soft ones and let yourself admire the beauty of your husband for two seconds. He’s been growing his hair long nowadays, and that long hair is tied into a neat ponytail behind him. His smile is as bright as ever. It’s the kind of smile that makes you want to cry and tear up, but also makes your heart flutter whenever it’s directed at you, or literally anything.

His eyes twinkle when they meet yours, and you let your eyes trail over the freckles littering his skin and nose. He’d still be in his makeup most of the times when you’d get home, so this sight is definitely an invited one. You had to admit — to you, there was nothing more beautiful than Felix’s beauty without any makeup, or filter, or editing. He was best when he was himself, his smiley, cute, adorable self. The only one who could make you feel calm without even doing anything, the only person who could make everything seem better with just the smallest gesture.

The only person who made your heart flutter the way it did right now.

You breath in before leaning closer to him, giving him an expression he knew very well. Even after two years of marriage, he could still never not melt whenever you gave him puppy eyes, or whenever you tried to act cute for him to give you something.

“Okay, I know that look-” Felix shakes his head and laughs heartily, leaning toward you too and squishing your cheeks. 

“Pleaseeeeee~” You drag, scrunching up your face in the way you knew your husband would give in to your advances. “I’m tired and plus you petting my hair whenever I fall asleep on your lap is very soothing.”

“Okay, but only on one condition — you go change and freshen up before that.” Felix points to your formal clothing, and you huff in disapproval. “Not going to lie, you smell- kinda.” He makes that cute scrunchy face that you can’t help but malfunction over, even though he’d just teased you.

“Alright, fine.” You roll your eyes playfully, getting off the couch and slouching your way to your shared room, letting yourself change and wash your face. It does make you feel a lot less tense and relieved, but all in all, more excited to fall asleep on your husband’s lap. His touch is always gentle, like a violin bow sliding off it’s strings to produce gentle, calming music.

When you come back, Felix has already cleaned up the couch, the blanket that was sprawled on it now neatly spread for you to tuck yourself into. Obviously, this wasn’t your first time falling asleep with Felix on the couch — it happened more often than one would think it would, to the point where Felix insisted there always be a pillow and a blanket on the couch. The pillow is placed against his lap, and he’s already finished his coffee up and scrolling through his phone.

When he feels your head softly land against his lap, he smiles to himself, placing his phone away and immediately tangling his fingers into your hair as you pull the blanket on top of you, tucking it under your chin and snuggling yourself all warm and cozy against him.

“There, doesn’t that feel a lot better than slithering around in your work clothes?” Felix asks, placing another hand on your thigh to rub small circles into it. 

“Yeah, it really does.”

When Felix starts running his hands through your hair and drawing soothing patterns on it, your whole body immediately feels like it’s melting into the couch. The warmth from the blanket combined with the magic his hands possessed was enough to push you into a deep slumber, until a question pops up in your brain, and halts your train to slumberland.

“When was the last time you braided my hair?” you ask, any signs of your sleep vanished all of a sudden.

“Huh- that’s sudden.”

“Just something that I remembered.”

“Hmm, I guess it was in the early time of our marriage? I don’t remember doing your hair after that, to be honest.”

“Ooh!” You perk up, turning to meet Felix’s gaze. “Why don’t you do it now? I’ll get the comb! One second-” 

“Wait, wait, wait.” Felix pushes you back onto his lap, smiling brightly at your eagerness. “What happened to hey I’ve had a terrible day and I'm tired?”

“Like I said, your hands in my hair is always soothing, plus, my hair's a mess and braiding it would be better.” You push his hand away, running over to your room to fetch the comb before scurrying back to him. You sit down at the couch in front of Felix, pushing the comb into his hand and facing forward.

Felix smiles fondly at you, his heart pounding at your excitement for something so small. He’s lucky to have such a wife, really. A person who knows him truly, a person who loves him for who he truly is on the inside, and a person who can always find happiness with him in the smallest things.

As for you? You’ve lucky to have such a husband. Such a bright, outgoing, empathetic person. You’ve been really blessed to have someone as pure hearted, kind and lovely as him. You’ve been blessed to be the woman he finds his happiness with.

“Okay…” He runs the comb through your hair, and owing to its effect, instantly, your eyes flutter close when he places his hand on top of your head. There was something so exquisite about his touch, it was so soothing. It was like a soft feather running against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake but always led you to feel relaxed. 

Once Felix has smoothed down your hair, he begins braiding it, and you're already half asleep at this point. It’s like a warm cocoon of love and pure adoration for each other is surrounding the both of you, lulling you into the blissful intimacy of just being with each other and sharing this comfortable silence.

You can hear Felix’s laugh and it pulls you out of your trance. You then realise that you’re almost close to falling asleep on Felix’s knee — clearly, you were still sleepy regardless of your excitement.

“Y/N, you’re leaning to the side.”

“Didn’t I say your hands were soothing?”

Felix blushes. He still can’t help but feel shy of your reaction to his touch even after so long, especially when you’re so direct and open about it. He ignores the heat rising up to his cheeks, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your hair and forehead before combing through it again and gathering your hair into a ponytail.

“Okay, just stay straight until the first two plaits, and then you can sleep.”

“Mmmm, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep myself up for so long though. This feels nice…”

“Y/N, come on!” Felix slaps your shoulder slightly, feeling himself blush even more. Of course, you can’t see him because you’re facing forward, but you can sense the overly chirpy, bright tone he’s speaking in. You’d be the first to know about your husband that he gets very shy when he’s praised for anything.

“Okay, okay fine. But do it quickly.”

Felix hums in reply before running his hands through your hair one more time, gently crossing the sections of hair over each other over and over again. The room is filled with a soft, quiet comfortable silence — one that Felix loves a lot. He wants nothing more than such soft and pretty moments, such lovin moments with his wife.

As he braids, your body leans more and more to his knee, and by the time he’s done, your cheek is pressed cutely against his thigh, your eyes closed shut in slumber. He quickly ties the end with a hair tie, and silently stares at your calm figure snoozing on his knee.

“So cute…” He thinks, not being able to hold back his smile as he lets himself admire your sleeping figure for a quick moment, before mischievously poking your cheek.

You whine at the intrusion, squirming around and you’re almost about to fall asleep again if it isn’t for your husband being a little shit, poking at your cheek again.

“What is it?” You whine louder this time.

“You’re gonna sprain your neck.” Felix says as a matter-of-fact.

“Ugh, okay fine… you’re gonna have to give me more of your ramen for disturbing me.” You pout, lifting yourself up before crawling into the blankets and lying down on Felix’s lap again.

“Hey! Who’s the one who ignored their sleep and got their poor husband to braid their hair?”

“You say that like you weren’t just blushing two minutes ago, sunshine.”

Felix has no words for that, and ends up stuttering. You giggle in victory, tucking yourself into the blanket once again before fluttering your eyes close. You bask in the calmness of the surroundings, letting yourself revel in the feeling of warmth that seeps through you.

Except, one thing’s missing.

“Hey!” You call, snapping your husband out of his admiring gaze. He doesn’t know when he got so engrossed into admiring your beauty, but nonetheless, he can’t stop himself from feeling warm internally when you pout once again. 

“Your hands.” You rub your head against where it’s rested against his thigh, a frown on your face due to the lack of, to quote you, soothingness.

So cute, Felix thinks again in awe, tangling his fingers into your hair before finally, finally watching you drift off to sleep peacefully.

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[chilly-me-softly]

can u write one where y/n and Jack have known each other since they were children and have been on and off and she gets pregnant and finds out on the day of the euro finals and tells him before the game so when they lose Jack blames her for the distraction w her news and goes off on holiday and is pictured w another girl and then something happens w y/n and the baby and by the time Jack gets back she refuses to talk to him pleaseeeeee

You can't remember moments in your life that didn't involve Jack, always together since childhood because of your parents' friendship and on-and-off a relationship because of too many memories together. Unable to put a stop to it but also unable to stop acting like kids over every little problem.

Well it looks like you definitely have to stop so as not to ruin even a third life that will soon fill your lives. You are pregnant and the news was eating you alive as Jack was at the Euros and you didn't want to tell him over the phone.

On the day of the final, however, you manage to sneak in before the game for a few minutes to talk to him, wish him luck and hold him after more than a month without feeling his warmth. You tell him the news and he seems quite surprised but happy nonetheless. He blows you a kiss as he walks away and really does look happy.

The game starts and your heart is pounding for that final but at the same time it's light because you managed to give him the most important news. And you rest a hand on your still unpronounced stomach when he too steps onto the pitch and plays a part in that game that doesn't seem to want to unlock in any way.

After the penalties, while a part of the stadium celebrates and many others leave with heavy hearts, you immediately look for Jack and hold him to you. He's a little colder than usual but you don't mind, you realise how heavy that result can be and seeing others cheering thinking it could have been me instead.

It's when you can stand back, however, that his attitude doesn't improve, in fact it only gets worse. And when you ask him something to try to get him to talk, he bursts out. He blames you for that final result because you could have kept the news to yourself for a while longer; you could have kept your mouth shut instead of messing with his brain before one of the most important games of his career.

The pain is evident on your face, so much so that you don't stay to hear the rest he has to say but simply turn away without saying anything and leave that place. You leave him there, and he doesn't follow you.

You find out by chance that Jack is on holiday, thanks to a photo posted by Ben on instagram. You were waiting for him at home, maybe thinking stupidly that after he calmed down he would at least come to apologise for all those things he said to you. Instead, he had packed his bags and surrounded himself with people who weren't you, with friends and other women who certainly wouldn't let him beg them to spend some time with him.

With a heavy heart you went on with your life, hurting yourself every day by checking social media for new photos of his holiday and feeling guilty because you had convinced yourself that maybe if you had waited a little longer things would have been different. Maybe Jack was right.

And you had hoped that at that appointment you would go with Jack by your side but that wasn't the case so you pretended to be strong and went to the doctor.

"Hang on" he had said a moment after the exam had started, "I need to check something" his expression had made you rather nervous even though he had done his best not to upset you.

"Is there a problem?" you had asked with your heart in your throat, hoping there wasn't.

"It might be nothing. Try not to worry" and he had left the room saying he would be back shortly. A thousand things had begun to flood your mind and panic had taken hold of you, so much so that you had picked up the phone and called his sister for support. You didn't want to be alone, whatever the doctor would tell you.

She had arrived almost immediately but in addition she had made a further phone call alarming Jack who, hard to believe, had worried himself deciding to drop everything he was doing to book the first available plane back to you.In the end it had really been nothing to be alarmed about, just the machine not working and leading you to believe the worst. Hearing your baby's little heart beating so loudly had made you cry every tear in your body, relieved that everything was going well.

And by now Jack had been alarmed so he was on his way to you, who really didn't want to see him. He enters the house with his keys and when he tries to get into the bedroom, he finds it locked. He then knocks on the surface while you wipe your tears without saying anything.

"(Y/N) please open me up" he continues to force the knob as if at any moment the door could magically open.

"(Y/N)" he begs you, "at least tell me how you are, both of you"

"Go away" your voice comes in serious and steady despite the tears threatening to leak from your eyes again.

"(Y/N)"

"Get out!" you interrupt whatever he was about to say as he continues to try and open the door, hitting it when he realises again that he won't succeed.

Part 2

[gxshiikii]

haikyuu ship headcanons!!!

kagehina

• everyone is really confused when they get together but like not surprised?

• they’re constantly on eachother

• like when they’re alone they’re always cuddling or hinata is sitting on top of kageyama. when they’re in public hinata sits on kags lap or makes kags give him piggyback rides

• one time during a game kageyama yelled hinatas name and grabbed his shirt and everyone thought they were gonna fight but he just goes “nice kill!” and gives him a kiss before going back to playing

• they’re both the ceo’s of “my bf can beat your ass”

• stupid teenage boys, like they do things that are so awkward bc they’re still weird teenagers

• they share one braincell, always have, always will

• kageyama is actually really good with hinatas sister and won’t admit it but loves little kids, hinata finds it adorable

• “you’d be a great dad kageyama, we should have kids!” “...how would that work? i can’t get you pregnant...right???”

tsukkiyama

• everyone thinks that they’re dating before they start actually dating

• “oh yeah she really likes tsukishima but we know you’re dating him so” “i’m not though???”

• once they’ve let everyone know that they aren’t dating a bunch of girls start asking tsukishima out, he declines all of them

• they end up getting together like a month later, it only took that long bc yamaguchi was too nervous to make a move and tsukki didn’t think that yams liked him back

• tsukki’s not too crazy about pda so they don’t go any farther than holding hands when they walk home and quick kisses on the cheek once in a while

• when they’re alone is another story

• these boys have liked eachother since they were like 11 so they have a lot to make up for

• one time akiteru walked in on them in the middle of them making up, shirts off, yams hands down tsukki’s pants and screamed

• tsukki refused to eat dinner if his brother was there for like a week

• since they’re so anti-pda whenever hinata, noya, or tanaka catches them doing anything they don’t stop mentioning it for the rest of the day

• they definitely get married when they’re 20 and don’t tell anyone

daisuga

• started dating in their second year

• after they started dating noya kept calling them mom and dad and it stuck

• “i’m not your dad”

• “you can’t call me mom if you don’t listen to me when i put you in time out”

• suga gets daichi a “kiss the cook” apron

• whenever they kiss in front of the team someone always yells “ewww mom and dad are kissing!!”

• once hinata and noya we’re doing somthing stupid and suga said that he’d record it for them. tsukki was extra annoyed at hinata that week so he showed daichi and they got in trouble. suga is like trying not to laugh and daichi just like “babe, did you know about this” and suga just activated his puppy dog eyes and is like “no! i can’t believe they’d do that

• daichi always says no when the rest of the team wants to do somthing stupid and suga just gives them the thumbs up behind his back

• they’re just really cute and have such a mom/dad dynamic

iwaoi

• girls constantly flirt with oikawa and he’s just like “sorry ladies, i’m taken”

• everyone’s trying to figure out who the lucky girl is untill one day oikawa goes “hey baby!” and runs over to iwaizumi and gives him a kiss

• “we shouldn’t known, pretty boys like that always end up being gay”

• oikawa swears that iwaizumi is nice to him when they’re alone

• iwa can go from “shittykawa can you shut the fuck up?!” to “hey honey, you know you’re really cute when you do that” and vise versa, real quick

• “iwa-chan, let me sit on your lap!” “no” “baby pleaseee” “that’s not going to work” “pleaseeee” “get your hand off of my dick, we’re in public asshole”

• after they lose to karasuno, iwa makes oikawa sleep over at his house bc hes been crying all day

• iwaizumi has to excuse himself to the bathroom to cry bc he doesn’t want oikawa to see him cry

• they really do care about eachother a lot even though iwaizumi doesn’t show it often

• oikawa refers to iwa as his boyfriend and he’s like “shut up you’re so annoying” but still ends up blushing

bokuaka

• these boys are in l o v e

• you know in coming of age movies when there’s always that one couple that everyone admires? that’s them, minus the problems that those couples always have

• a month after they started dating bokuto tells kuroo “i’m gonna marry him” and kuroo says that he doesn’t doubt it

• whenever bokuto gets into a mood he always asks to talk to akaashi

• everyone is in love with akaashi and while bokuto is jealous he doesn’t blame them

• “there’s so many other people as school that you could date! you deserve someone like them...why don’t you like any of them?” “because bokuto-san, they’re not you...i love you and you only” “...akaashi, i’m gonna cry!!!i love you too!!”

• bokuto always has a hand on akaashi’s waist (sometimes his ass when he wants to be annoying)

• bokuto refuses to leave until akaashi kisses him goodbye

• “bokuto-san, you’re gonna be late for class” “pleaseeeeee just a kiss on the cheek” “go to class, love. there’s people around and i don’t want to bother them”

kuroken

• they don’t really know when they started dating, it just kinda happened?

• like one day someone was like “are you too dating?” and they were like “huh, i guess so”

• “kuroo, i love you...but not as much as animal crossing. leave me alone” kuroo desides to buy him stuff for his gaming set up in hopes of winning him over. it works.

• they’ve been friends for so long that getting into a relationship was hard but also easy. they didn’t want to ruin anything but also they already had the bond.

• when they’re older and kenma is a youtuber or whatever kuroo makes an appearance once and all the comments are thirsting over him and he’s just like “oh, that’s my boyfriend. you probably won’t see him much but yeah” and everyone’s like ??????boyfriend???? but ends up loving them and they always ask to see more of kuroo

part 2

[jaehyunspeachparty]

daddy jaehyun

iv.xlviii. Jaehyun’s working day (a)

a/n: Hey, I’m back. After a break I feel now better to write again and let me say one thing I MISSED YOU GUYS ❤ the last weeks were pretty hard for me and I no room in my head to write. But now I had a new idea and I want to be back. And I’m also thinking about to make a discord channel to talk with you guys about the story and other Jaehyun things (for example his dramas). What do you think about it? ❤

4 am For Jaehyun, work was on his plan and the filming for the new drama started again. He always had to leave early and didn't come home until very late. In the morning the twins were still with you because you had to breastfeed Kiwoo. Most of the time you pick them up at 4 a.m. and they were with you for a while. Jaehyun especially enjoyed this time. Kiwoo was on his chest and he knew he had to go. Every time it was a struggle for him to leave the house. He wanted to put his youngest son with you very slowly but he immediately began to cry. Kiwoo already knew that his father would go and he knew that he would not see him for a very long time. "Don't cry, I'll try to be back soon." He knew it was a lie. The work took longer and longer and he felt guilty. "Kiwoo please ..." When he took the boy back to himself, he calmed down again. Jaehyun was torn, he was already too late for work. But as soon as he moved away from his son, Kiwoo began to cry again. At some point you notice this back and forth and you turn to him sleepily. "Hey, give him to me." You stretch out your arms and lay your boy on your chest. Kiwoo was now calm again and looked at you excitedly. "Thank you. I love you," he said, kissed you and quickly left the house.

6 am It was really difficult for Jaehyun to work without his children. He hated being gone for so long and had the guilty conscience of failing as a father. "Hey, are you okay?", Minu, his co-actress, asked him and smiled gently. She noticed that he was absent and could hardly be spoken to. "Yeah .... Kiwoo just lies with me every morning and he cries every time I leave him .... It's really not easy every morning right now." Jaehyun sighed and took a sip of his coffee. "Kiwoo is your youngest son, isn't he?" She asked and Jaehyun nodded. "Yeah, actually it's Geon, but they are twins. Kiwoo came first, half an hour later Geon." He had to smile when he thought of the time when they were so little. They were so tiny and looked so inhuman when they were born. Still, they had grown so well and he always wondered how these two boys had room in your belly. "Wow, your wife must have done a lot," said Minu and smiled. "Yes, she really gave everything with all of our children." It hit Jaehyun even more that he cannot be with you. The weather was so nice and he would have loved to go out with Miga and Sunoh and they could have romped around at the playground. "I would really like to get to know her and your family," Minu says, but Jaehyun didn't find the idea that exciting. "Minu, that's not personal, but we're playing a couple in the drama and my wife doesn't think it's great that we kiss several times. I really want to separate my professional and private life." Jaehyun looked at her a little worried, but Minu nodded. "No problem, is understandable." But she got up immediately and left the room.

9 am During his first break, Jaehyun called you right away. He wanted to know whether Kiwoo was happy again and whether everyone else was fine. "We're having breakfast," you say, and put the iPad on the table so that Jaehyun could see everyone on video. "Mummyyyyy .... juice!" Sunoh stretched out his arms and you got him something to drink. "What do we say when we want something?" You look at your son admonishingly. "Pleaseeeeee." Sunoh's eyes widened and Jaehyun had to laugh. He was happy, if only digitally, to be a part of it. "Have you already filmed?" You ask him and now sit down at the table. "No, I was only in the mask so far. I'll wait that they call me." Jaehyun glanced to the side and made sure that he still had time. "Dada?" Geon suddenly looked up at you, recognizing his father's voice. "Yes! There is Dada!" You point to the screen where Jaehyun waved. "Good morning Geon." When the boy heard his father's voice, he began to squeak with joy. "Yes, you are happy." You brush his hair aside and smile. "And how is Kiwoo doing?" Jaehyun still felt guilty from the morning. "Kiwoo is fine. He's taking a nap. Don't worry." You knew he was sad because Jaehyun struggled with it every morning. "I just want to be with you." Jaehyun was really sad because he knew that there would be a few more days of shooting. "You'll be back with us very soon. We can do it." You also try to be positive, even if it was difficult for you too. "Jaehyun, you have to get to the set now." One of the staff came into his room and Jaehyun had to leave. "Okay, I have to work. I love you all," he said quickly before hanging up.

12 am Jaehyun didn't like the scene he was supposed to play today. It was a romantic scene where he and Minu were comfortably sitting on the couch, arm in arm. But it felt so wrong that the woman in his arms and chest wasn't you. "Yes, because I love you," Jaehyun acted, trying his best, but the team wasn't happy. "What's going on today? Jaehyun, every potato could show more love than you do today," said the director and sighed. "I know, I know ... let's do it again." Jaehyun sat up and put his arm around Minu again. She snuggled up against him and he was amazed at how well she was acting because it felt so real with her. "Yes, because I love you." He looked down at her and she looked at him with wide eyes. "Yes?" "Yes!" He stared at her and her face slowly came closer. It wasn't a kissing scene yet, he knew that, but he already felt like he was cheating on you. "Am I bothering you with something?" The third actress was added, who played Minu's roommate. "And CUT!" The director then shouted and rolled his eyes. "Jaehyun! That was a disaster. With music and light we can still manage it, but I hope the next scenes will be better." Jaehyun felt bad on both sides now. "I'm sorry. I'll do better." He bowed his head and hoped the day would pass quickly.

3 pm When Jaehyun later looked at his phone, he saw a few photos Miga sent him from your phone. He had to laugh because Miga was having a lot of fun with her brothers and he also knew that you must be angry that she wasn't doing her homework. "The twins already look so big," said the hairdresser, who often accompanied Jaehyun for shows or dramas. "Yes, I can watch them grow." Jaehyun laughed and looked at the photos. "When my son was born, it seemed to me that every time I slept, he just grew two inches." The hairdresser smiled and showed then also a photo of her son. But before Jaehyun could say anything, Minu came in. "Hey Jaehyun." She sat down on the table in front of him and grinned. "Hi Minu, is there anything?", Jaehyun asked surprised, but she shook her head. "No, I'm on break right now." She grinned and slowly rocked her legs. "Oh ... okay. Have you already eaten?", He asked surprised and Minu started to giggle. "You care about me! Yes, I've already eaten." Jaehyun was a bit surprised by her statement and her suddenly childlike behavior, so that he was quite embarrassed. "Um ... very good ..." he stuttered, but the hairdresser can no longer listen to it. "I have to blow dry Mr. Jung now." And before Minu could say anything, she switched on the loud hair dryer. Minu looked at her in surprise and waited a little longer, but the hairdresser took her time, so that Jaehyun's scalp burned a little. At some point Minu understood that it would take even longer and left the room again. "I know, I'll be the last to say that ..." The hairdresser switched off the hairdryer and gave Jaehyun a serious look. "But this girl is the devil." She sighed and hoped she had no regrets. "What?" Asked Jaehyun and was quite surprised. "Just that she's not that nice otherwise ..." She pressed her lips together and then quickly ran away.

8pm When Jaehyun looked at his phone, he saw that Sunoh and Miga had already wished him good night. He had missed their calls again because the filming had taken much longer. His feelings of guilt grew to infinity and he didn't know how long he could endure it. He packed his things and hoped that he would make it home in time, that he could at least talk to you a little longer. "Jaehyun." Minu suddenly jumped in front of him and grinned. Jaehyun was just tired and wanted to go home. He didn't mean to be rude, but Minu was particularly stressful today. "Minu?" He asked surprised and held his car key tight. "Me and some of the grew going to have another drink. Would you like to come with us?" "I'm sorry, I'm hardly home and I have to drive home for at least an hour." "You can sleep at my place. I have a guest room", she suggested and Jaehyun stroked his forehead. "Minu, I'm really sorry. But I have babies at home who don't have a sleep schedule and a woman I would still like to see, unfortunately I don't have time for that." Jaehyun sounded stricter than expected, but he was tired, stressed, and plagued with guilt. "I'm ... so-so sorry." Her eyes were glassy and she looked like she was about to cry. "Minu ... it wasn't meant badly. The day was hard today ... I'm sorry ..." Jaehyun tried to clarify everything, because he didn't need any stress at work either. "No, I'm sorry. Have a nice evening with your wife." She then suddenly smiled and then turned around. Jaehyun was totally surprised for a moment, but he didn't want to waste any more thought. He got into his car and drove off.

10 pm You sleep already, but only lightly because you could never sleep well if Jaehyun was not with you. The TV light was still flickering because you needed some kind of noise that was in the background. But then the door opened and Jaehyun finally came to you. "I'm sorry I was so late. It was a construction site on the freeway and then a traffic jam ... I'll take another route tomorrow." He looked at you sadly, but you don't say anything and just kiss him. You were just happy to have him with you, to feel him, to smell him. You hug him as tightly as you could and never wanted to let go of him. "I missed you so much ..." he mumbled into your neck. But something about his voice worried you. You look at him and see how his eyes were red and glassy. "Jaehyun ... is everything okay?", You ask him worried and stroke his cheek. "No ..." He bowed his head because he didn't want you to see him like that. He didn't want you to have to worry about him too. "Jaehyun ... I can see that you are not doing well." But the few hours that he had with you he didn't want to talk to you about all of this. "Can we just lie there and just cuddle?" He asked, looking at you with puppy eyes. You weren't sure because you don't want him to suppress his feelings. But he looked so exhausted and talking about his feelings can be very exhausting. "Okay ..." you say gently and stroke his back.

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[eternalstann]

Quarantine

You and your best friend Tom spend some quarantine time together, and it isn’t exactly what you expected...

Warnings: fluff, angst??, smut ;)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Normally you missed Tom, since he was always on the go. But since this ‘quarantine’ began, the two of you had been in the house together for 6 days straight. Tuwaine, Harrison and Harry had come over for a bit, but decided to be with their families instead. Harry claiming Sam missed him. You had almost begged him to stay, but he assured you you’d be fine with Tom. And you were, at first. Slowly you began to notice all his annoying habits.

Like leaving the toilet seat up, or his dishes all over the house. Albeit it was his house, but still.

You’d woken up on day 7 feeling sluggish even though you’d done absolutely nothing but sleep and lie around for the last week. You leave the guest room you’d been staying in and make your way to kitchen. Tom must’ve been still asleep. You pull out a bowl to make yourself some cereal and tea, deciding to make a cup for Tom too when he wakes up. You scroll through your phone while you eat, pausing when a FaceTime comes in from Harry.

“Y/N!” He called cheerily through the phone. And you smile, “Hey, what’s up!” You respond. “Nothing just seeing how things were over there, miss you already” he spoke and you grin. “It’s fine, I miss you too” you listen to the chaos in the background, so different to the near silence where you were. Tom was one of your closest friends, and you loved him dearly but things were off. You just summed it up to all the craziness going on in the world. It was more than enough to put anyone in a mood.

You and Harry chat for a while longer until you hear a door slam. “He’s risen” you laugh, you hear his footsteps getting closer. “I’ll talk to you later Harry” you smile but Tom walks in with a frown. “No, no - don’t let me interrupt your love connection” he grumbles and your eyebrows go up to your hairline. “What?” You and Harry both exclaim at the same time, “Jinx!” You do it again before bursting out with laughter. Tom rolls his eyes about to walk out, “Wait, I made you some tea!” You offer and he takes it without so much as a thank you and goes to sit on the couch.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed” Harry jokes and you shake your head before hanging up. You take a deep breath before approaching your solemn friend. “Goodmorning!” You chirp, plopping down on the couch next to him. He glances at you, then turns back to the T.V. “You know, if you’d rather be with Harry you’re more then welcome to go” he tells you and you feel a pang in your chest at his sharp words. Was he serious? You do your best to brush it off, “Tom what’s the matter? You’re not acting like yourself.” You sigh inching closer to him.

“I’m not acting like myself? You’re the one fawning over Harry like he’s gods gift to this earth. And he’s eating that shit right up. When this all went down, I was looking forward to spending time with you...I missed you. But I see now you were - are, fine without me” his voice is low and you’re in shock. You can’t believe he thinks you like Harry. You almost want to laugh. Harry was your friend...but he was the one you were crushing on. “Tom, I promise you there is nothing between me and Harry. We’re just friends, and we wouldn’t even be friends if it weren’t for you!” You explain.

“Better friends than you and I?” He asks, eyes looking at yours now. You and Harry had shared laughs; but Tom? Tom has been there for you through everything. And you for him. “Nobody’s better friends then you and I” you assure him. You watch the way his face relaxes. “I don’t know..it’s just when I’m away I feel like I’m missing so much. I came home, so excited to see you but then I saw all your inside jokes with Harry and your handshake with Tuwaine. I felt like I was losing you. I’m not gonna lie...I miss when you were just my best friend.” He laughs a little at the end, and now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Yeah well I’ve always had to share you!” You remind him and he nods. “I know. I guess I was just..jealous?” He squints and you bite your lip.

He was jealous? Do people get jealous of ‘friends’? Does this mean he feels for you as more than a friend?! Your mind is racing now and your heart feels like it might jump out your chest. “Well you could never lose me Tom, you’re my best friend. And I love you” you hug him. “I love you too Y/N”

You pull away, tired of all the moody somberness and glance towards the fridge. “Fuck this tea, lets get drunk” you smirk and Tom laughs. “This is why you’re my best friend”

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You’re on your fourth...you think?? Cup of wine. Tom’s standing across from you, face red from the alcohol. He’s still holding his beer in his hand as he explains the stunt to you. “Just run at me, I’m gonna grab your hips and flip you over and onto the couch” he explains.

“Tom I swear if you drop me!” You giggle before running towards him at full speed. He lunges towards you and when you’re close enough his fingers wrap around your waist and hoist you up. You squeal as he tosses you on the couch, and Tom cheers before jumping over so he’s on top of you.

You’re breathing heavily, a giant smile on your face as you stare up at the brown haired boy. His eyes sparkle with something you’ve never seen before. A happy, goofy look on his face. “I love you Y/N” he says in between pants. His gaze makes your face hot and you blink; “I love you too Tom” you tell him again. “No- Y/N I’m in love with you” You’re eyes go wide at his confession. “Shit, I’m sorry. God, I shouldn’t have-“ you cut off your stuttering best friend with a kiss. But the word kiss didn’t do it justice.

Your eyes close the moment your lips meet. You feel him relax, body sinking into yours; his weight on top of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. “Tom..” you murmur and he hums, lips traveling from you jaw to your neck. You feel like you’re in a dream. Toms hand creeps up your chest and shoves down your tank top to expose your breasts and you gasp when his tongue licks your nipple. He circles the hard bud, his fingers tweaking the other one. You arch into his touch, hips subconsciously grinding against him. “Tom; please..” you wine. You don’t even know what you were asking him for but you’d take whatever he’d give you.

“I got you” his voice rumbles from his chest, hand leaving your nipple to toy with the waistband of your shorts. “Can I?” He asks, eyes searching yours. You nod, craning your neck to kiss him again. “You smell good” you compliment and he just smiles.

“Thank you” and then his hand is beneath the fabric that had separated you. His finger trailing between your lips before finding the sensitive bud that has you moaning his name. “That’s it baby..” he encourages you. Your nails dig into his back while he works on you. “Fuck..I’m gonna cum Tom” you call out. His hand slides down so his fingers can pump into you, his palm pressed to your clit with every movement. You shake as you reach your peak, cumming on Toms strong hand. He keeps going while you ride out your high, watching you writhe beneath him. You sit up to look at the man in front of you and he smirks while he licks his fingers. You always knew Tom was a freak.

“Lay back” you instruct, pushing your shorts off and Tom does as you say, kicking off his sweats. “You can get rid of those too” you tell him, pointing to his boxers. “Straight shooter, I like that” and you roll your eyes. “You’re so funny Tom, anyone ever tell you that you should be a comedian” you whisper in a sultry voice, straddling him. “Yeah all the ti-oh fuck!” His voice cracks when you sink onto him.

“Oh shit, Tom!” You moan, feeling all of him when you’re fully seated. Tom can’t help but stare at you, tits out and head thrown back. And you were like that because of the pleasure he was giving you..he could’ve cum right then. You plant your legs and bounce on the brunette, watching his jaw go slack. You lean forwards, hands resting in the middle of his chest to balance yourself so you can go even faster. You want to watch Tom but your eyes fall shut from the way his thick cock felt inside of you. “Fuck; Tom..cum for me baby” you groan feeling yourself getting close again.

“Y/N...” he calls your name, hand reaching up behind you to tug on your hair. Your walls clench around him when he pulls and that’s it for Tom. His groans are like music to your ears when he orgasms. You grind against him a few more times before reaching your own peak and falling against him.

Tom tilts his head to look down at you, a lazy smile on his face; “I just got some quarantitties”

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I was really tempted to name this quarantitties 😂, I hope you enjoyed! I hope you all are well and pleaseeeeee send me some prompts I’m bored out of my mind!!

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Hello

We need another sneak peek *PLEASEEEEEE *😀

You know how much we love the demon give us some mercy *pleaseeeeeeeeee *

Have a nice day please..

Ps : love your ff dude

I know you weren't trying to be rude, I do. So far I've been really fucking lucky in not having any legit rude anons or readers. But I just... sometimes it can start to feel like I'm this work horse, ya know? And sometimes things are like "... Hey 😔, I know it's taking a while but ya coulda asked a little more politely here man I work hard on this stuff." When someone post a 1k snippet you have to realize that represents a couple hours of work they put in instead of doing other things because they want to make these stories great for readers. So just, yeah. Please keep that in mind. But yes, here's a little snippet but nO MORE I GOTTA FINISH THIS DAMN THING 😩

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She had this. 

Raven was right. It was just a friendly dinner. 

A friendly dinner where Clarke could possibly see what it might feel like to live out the mortifying ordeal of being seen as half of a… something. 

A something with Lexa. 

Clarke pushed the thought down as she twisted the handle, taking a minute to herself to breath and calm her nerves.

Which was all shot to shit the second the door swung open. 

"Hey, gorgeous."

The smirk that greeted her sent a flutter through Clarke's belly, her eyes doing a quick route down the length of Lexa's body. Gone was the skirt and skin tight blouse from earlier, all vestiges of the office wiped clean.

The usually wild mane of brunette was pulled back in a ponytail, an exquisitely messy one that hung over her shoulder and draped across the curve of a sharp collarbone. Clarke's gaze wandered along the waterfall of it, sliding to the cleavage that peeked out from the unbuttoned dip of a low-cut navy Henley. Her leather jacket stopped just shy of distressed jeans that clung to her thighs, calves, and ankles and stretched down to a smart looking pair of black boots. 

Clarke shook her head at the deeply pleased look painted across Lexa's face.

"How did I not foresee you managing to get yourself invited here?"

Lexa's smile slipped into a frown, head tipping to the side as she spoke. "... You didn't know I was coming?"

"No," Clarke sighed. "I was not made aware until about five minutes ago. We've been set up."

"Ah," Lexa breathed in understanding, shuffling awkwardly on her feet on the front stoop. "I should've known when Raven told me to hurry up. The texts felt very urgent."

"Don't know how you don't know this by now, but you can never trust Raven. And I'm saying that as someone who also fell into this trap."

"Do you want me to leave?"

"I can't uninvite you from someone else's house, Lex."

"That's not what I asked," Lexa murmured, throat bobbing with a swallow as her eyes strayed to her shoes.

Clarke licked her lips. Thumped the door twice with her thumb. Weighed the conversation from the kitchen that still felt fresh on her tongue. 

"You really weren't in on this?"

"I would tell you if I had been. She just texted and invited me. Said it was dull with just the three," Lexa shrugged. "Felt rude to say no."

"I'm sure that was the reason," Clarke snorted, shaking her head with an exasperated smile. "Not at all like you wanted to spend the evening with me or anything."

"Well you already know how I would've preferred tonight to go."

Clarke's smile weakened when Lexa wagged a devilish brow. 

Right. 

Sex. 

There it was. Why she hadn't wanted to do this to begin with. Not this way. Had questioned ever even fucking confronting the jumbled mess of thoughts that had been churning in her skull for the past few days. Because she'd set up these boundaries and didn't know why she'd begun questioning them to begin with. 

Something in her face must've given her away. A glimpse of her hesitance. The stab of something sharp and unpleasant at Lexa's admittedly innocent words sobering the smirk on Lexa's face. 

Lexa stepped in closer, one foot on the threshold, the other firmly staying outside. "I can go if you want me to," she said so quietly Clarke wouldn't have heard if she weren't that close. Wouldn't have seen the sparkle in Lexa's eyes from the porch light above them. "But I'd like to stay. If you want… You know I'll take any time I can get with you."

Never mind.

That was why she'd been having those jumbled mess of thoughts. 

It sent her stomach flipping and chest aching with something else entirely. Clarke smiled more genuinely, throwing in a cursory roll of her eyes for good measure. "At least you're getting better at being smooth."

"Just like making you smile, gorgeous."

"Mhm… in that case, I guess you can stay."

"Lucky me… So are you gonna invite me in now?" Lexa asked, the silky hum of her voice causing Clarke to sway a bit on her feet as Lexa lifted her hand to reveal a 6-pack of imported beer. "I came bearing libations as peace offering. Just on the off chance you were a little… cranky. For whatever reason."

Clarke eyed the bright label as she reached out to grab a fistful of Lexa's shirt, stepping aside to make room as she yanked Lexa inside and shut the door. "How did you know what beer I like? You're a wine girl."

"I asked Raven," Lexa said as she set down the case and shrugged out of her coat. "She's a very helpful secretary… Sometimes."

"She's a goddamn schemer," Clarke corrected with a grunt as she shot a glare in the direction of the kitchen. 

"Don't be mad," Lexa soothed and hung up her coat on the wall before sliding back into Clarke's space.

Her hands settled low on Clarke's waist, thumbs brushing over the swells of her hip bones that peeked out from beneath her shirt. 

Clarke felt a rush of heat flare through her as Lexa bent down and kissed her. Kissed her slow, and full, with the careless intensity that left Clarke spinning. That languidness Clarke had been struggling so hard to describe. She felt a moan against her mouth as Lexa pulled back with a smile. Barely reigning in a pleased smile of her own, Clarke worked to keep a straight face as she poked a finger to the flat of Lexa's chest.

"Hello to you too, handsy."

"What?" Lexa whispered, eyes twinkling in the dim light filtering from the doorway a few feet away. 

"We're in Raven's front hall."

"And? I don't see anyone else with us."

"Ya can't just cop a feel every single time someone isn't looking."

"'Cop a feel?' You mean like this?"

Clarke sucked in a breath as Lexa surged forward again, the length of her body pressing along Clarke's front as hands wrapped around her backside and squeezed.

"Lex--" 

"Lexa, hey, you made it!"

A reproachful yelp died in Clarke's throat as the new voice called from around the corner, her mind working just fast enough to thrust her hips forward to send Lexa a few stumbling steps back. 

Clarke shot up off the wall and turned as Raven emerged from the kitchen, an inviting smile on her lips even as sharp eyes slid between the two.

"Here I am," Lexa said without missing a beat, bending down to retrieve the all-but-forgotten drinks. "Complete with alcoholic party favors."

"Oooo. A woman after my own heart," Raven leered as she drew even, taking the pack from Lexa's hand and bussing a kiss to her cheek. "I'm gonna go pop these in the fridge, but make yourself at home. Clarke knows where everything is if you want anything. And dinner should be done any minute. Sound good?"

Lexa nodded as Raven flashed her another smile and turned to leave, Clarke barely resisting the urge to throw a middle finger up when Raven mouthed a silent 'lock it down, bitch' on her way out. 

"Okay, new rules," Clarke sighed as she tugged Lexa by the elbow down the hall. "Since apparently my very well thought out guidelines for us around people are apparently useless, let's just get through tonight unscathed, please? Yes, obviously Raven knows we're…"

"... Fucking?"

"Lexa."

"Friendly fucking."

"This is gonna be a disaster," Clarke mumbled to herself, reaching up to rub at her temples. "Yes, Raven knows. Yes, I'm okay with it. Just… please try to at least keep your hands in appropriate places. And no offering up details about… this. Us. I know you think it's hilarious to embarrass me to the point of wanting to run screaming from any given room, but in reality, Raven wouldn't let me live it down for weeks. So. Behave... Behave-ish. Aim for like a three on a scale of one to... you."

"I promise, gorgeous, don't worry," Lexa whispered, leaning in to nuzzle a spot beneath Clarke's ear as they rounded the corner into the front room. "I'll be such a good girl for you."

"Jesus Christ, Lex."

Quickly pulling back, Lexa shot her a devious smile, lip firmly planted between her teeth despite Clarke's shove to her shoulder. A throat clearing stifled the flustered rebuke that teetered on Clarke's tongue as the crack of a book closing sounded through the room.

"Sorry, I would've met you out there, but Raven said to give you a minute," Anya said airily as she tossed the book in her hands onto the table with a thunk and turned. "I'm Anya, Raven's…"

Anya's words seemed to die in her throat as she ground to a halt halfway around the far end of the couch. 

Clarke watched as the bored set of her eyes sharpened. Widened. 

A paleness slunk over her features as Anya stared at the woman at Clarke's side, Clarke's brow furrowing as she glanced between the startled look of her friend's wife and the relaxed grin on Lexa's face.

Throat bobbing through a few dry swallows, Anya's ribs expanded and released as she breathed in deeply. 

"You're Raven's boss?"

Lexa gave a quiet chuckle, Clarke's heart jumping at the dark timbre of its sound. 

"Guilty as charged."

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Hi!!!!! Can I request Lil scenario or hcs of Whitebeard pirates meeting Dadan after Marineford war (assume that Ace and WB didn't die ㅜㅡㅜ), pleaseeeeee? BTW I love your bloggggg ♥️｡◕‿◕｡

of courseeee and thank you ♥️

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When Ace woke up a week after the fiasco that was Marine Ford, his first fear was that Whitebeard had died. When he tried to get up, Marco immediately pushed him back back down, promising he was alive and well.

His next worry was over Luffy, and again Marco assured him he was fine and had been saved by Law and taken to Amazon Lily.

After being reassured that everyone was okay, he was overcome by immense guilt. The whole thing was his fault, because he didn’t want to listen to Pops about Teach. Everyone he cared for had almost gotten killed and something in him just…gave.

Pops was sitting in his usual spot, looking cheerful as ever. He had survived being stabbed by one of his allies, the assaults of three generals, the sinking of the Moby Dick, and the near-deaths of hundreds of his sons and daughters, and had come out of it looking exactly like one would expect.

Tired and beat up, covered in bandages and tubes. Marco could work miracles, but he couldn’t beat old age.

Hesitantly, Ace stood before him, tears swimming in his eyes before wrapping his arms around Whitebeard, who hugged him tightly in return. The man had fought a war for him; it was the least he could do.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, son,” Whitebeard said, his voice gruff with emotion. He pushed Ace away so he could take a good look at him. Like himself, Ace had had it just as bad, if not worse. Akainu had punch a hole straight through him, and it was only by the grace of every miracle in existence that Marco had made it to him before he died.

It had taken a lot of time and a lot of care to keep Ace alive while Marco worked to close the gaping wound, but he had pulled through and no one could be happier than Whitebeard himself.

But Ace was looking guilty, and not just because of everything that had happened. “What is it you need to ask, Ace?”

He hesitated, trying to gather his thoughts before explaining. “I know…I know I just came back, and we just…just won a war. But I realized that…Dying made me…I want to go visit Foosha Village. Makino and Dadan…they’ll be worried and I haven’t seen them in–”

He got no further than that because Whitebeard grabbed his shoulder, giving him a sharp nod. “Yes, I agree. We should go visit them. I’d like to meet the woman that raised you, and give her my thanks.”

That wasn’t what Ace had expected, and he thought to argue, but changed his mind. He didn’t want to leave his family so soon again, and Pops and Dadan would probably get on like a house on fire. 

Plus, he wanted them to meet. Two of the people most important to him deserved that much, at least.

“Alright. Thank you, Pops.”

–

Ace could hear the screams of children, saw them pointing in terror at the massive ship approaching. Even they knew Whitebeard’s flag, and knew it was to be feared.

But the adults knew better, and knew that his ship approaching could mean only one thing. Everyone already knew about the Navy’s defeat at the hands to the Whitebeard pirates, knew that Ace had escaped. 

But no one knew for sure if he had survived.

Makino screamed as Ace stepped off, tears falling freely down her face as she threw herself into his arms. He wrapped them around her gently, holding her close as a familiar sense of comfort washed over him.

Woop Slap came next, giving his customary scolding about how bad he turned out, but Ace could read between the lines easy enough.

Friends came from left and right to hug Ace, and it was a long time before they finally allowed him to breathe.

Whitebeard waited in the wings, giving Ace a chance to catch up before walking down the ramp, instantly commanding everyone’s attention. The villagers all looked from him to Ace nervously, until he introduced Pops properly.

After that, everyone began to fervently thank Whitebeard for saving Ace’s life, with Ace nodding along. Someone started clapping, and then everyone was, with cheers and whistles mixed in. Whitebeard took it all in stride, while some of the others laughed in the background.

It was several minutes before they settled down again and even then they were so loud it was hard to think.

Ace looked down at Makino, who had latched onto his arm and refused to let go, and asked the dreaded question. 

“Where is Dadan?”

Her face morphed from one of happy relief to nervousness. Before she could answer, though, a loud voice yelled his name.

He turned and found himself faced with the very woman he had asked about, who was barreling towards him like a rhino, looking for all the world like she was going to murder him. 

Ace pushed Makino gently off so she wouldn’t be hurt, and braced himself for the inevitable impact. 

Instead of the punch he had expected, he found himself swallowed up in a bone-crushing hug.

“You stupid, stupid fool,” Dadan choked out, and Ace realized she must be crying. “You absolute idiot.” 

There was more, unintelligible muttering through her tears, and Ace could feel himself beginning to tear up. Unable to help himself, he hid his face in her bushy hair and let them fall, clutching her back as tightly as she held him.

He didn’t know how long they stood there, but finally a gentle hand on his back brought him back to reality. 

It was Makino, and she was looking at him with a misty expression. “Let’s go to the bar for some privacy.”

With Dadan on one side and Makino on the other, they walked hand in hand into the warmth of the bar. Whitebeard and the others followed at a distance, wearing smiles or looking uncomfortable with the affection in turns, but all equally happy to see Ace smiling.

“Dadan,” Ace said once the doors to the bar were closed, “I want to introduce you to Whitebeard, my father.” Turning to Whitebeard, he said, “Pops, this is Dadan and Makino. They raised me and my brothers.”

Dadan got that angry look on her face again, and Ace thought for sure she was going to give Pops hell, but to everyone’s surprise, the exact opposite happened. He could have laughed at the look on Pops’s face as Dadan threw her arms around him and broke down again.

He awkwardly patted her on the back, looking suspiciously red in the face, until she pulled back again.

“Thank you, Whitebeard, for saving this fool. He’s an idiot, but he’s our idiot,” Dadan said, patting him on the shoulder one last time before returning to her seat beside Ace.

Makino had laid her head on Ace’s shoulder, and had yet to let go of his arm, but now she looked up with a warm smile. “I think this calls for a celebration.”

She served drinks with the ease of years of practice, and soon everyone held a mug of something.

Ace stood up, facing Whitebeard and the others and smiled. “To my family, and to Pops. I sure as hell wouldn’t be here without them.”

Dadan and Makino burst into tears again as the rest of the pirates burst into loud cheers and swarmed Ace, dogpiling him, while Whitebeard laughed loudly.

They all knew that right now was a memory that needed to be cherished because, when they returned to the Grand Line, the Navy would hunt them with renewed, if not more terrible, vigor. They had won one war and tarnished the World Government’s image, and they would pay for it. 

Ace himself knew it, which was another reason why he wanted to return home. He knew that the chances of him ever returning were slim, and now was the best time to see them, to let them know he was okay and that he loved them. He didn’t want to die with this regret, and he almost had.

He raised his mug to Marco, who nodded slightly in return before looking to Whitebeard, who was looking at Dadan in amusement. She was regaling him with tales of Ace’s childhood, and all the trouble he caused along with his brothers. Makino was watching her with exasperated fondness, and Ace found he didn’t care all that much.

Dadan looked happy, Pops looked happy, Makino looked happy, and he himself was happy, and that’s all he cared about tonight.

[kiraskye]

A Family Picnic

TV Show: Once Upon a Time

Characters: Emma Swan, Killian Jones, Hope Swan Jones, and (made up character) Finn Swan Jones.

Rating: All ages.

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.

Setting: Takes place on the Jolly Roger and an island after season 7.

A gust of wind caught the Jolly Roger’s sail, moving the ship faster. Killian stood at the wheel while Emma sat on deck, rocking their five month old son to sleep. Five year old Hope, wearing a huge pirates hat, jumped of the second step leading up the the wheel and landed on the deck before taking off running around the ship.

“For goodness sake Hope, be careful,” Emma warned her as she hopped around the deck.

Killian responded, “It’s alright love, she’s a natural born pirate. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Don’t you little lass?”

“Aye aye Captain,” Hope shouted as she ran back up the steps to her father’s side, “Can I steer the ship Daddy?”

“Aye, up we go darling,” Killian lifted her up so that she could hold onto the wheel.

“Mommy, look at me! I’m a real pirate.”

Emma looked up at Hope and smiled at her husband and daughter. “Looking good little pirate!” She looked back down at baby Finn in her arms. Killian and Emma were shocked when they found out they were pregnant again. They hadn’t planned on having any more kids. She’d already had Henry and Hope, and she wasn’t getting any younger. Even though she was on the pill, thirteen months ago Emma started getting sick in the mornings, and they found out they would be having another baby. Even though they hadn’t planned on having any more kids, they were so excited. Finn, unlike Hope, had dark hair just like Killian and bright green eyes just like Emma. Besides his eyes, he looked just like his father.

“Land ho!” Hope shouted down to Emma as they approached a small island. Killian had planned a day trip to a uninhabited island where they could have a picnic for the afternoon. It was spring time so the trees on the island were all green. The ocean was still cold, but the beach was warm. Killian lowered the anchor and then picked up Hope in one arm and the picnic basket in the other while Emma cradled Finn. Emma magiced then over to the island, and Killian set down Hope so that he could set up the picnic.

“Don’t stray too far little lass, stay in sight.” Killian instructed Hope as he laid out the blanket. She took off with her plastic bucket and shovel in hand. Staying in her parents sight, she plopped down in the sand and started digging. Exhausted, Emma sat down on the blanket. “Are you okay my love? Is there anything I can do?”

“I’m alright Killian, just tired. I haven’t been getting much sleep. I’m sorry if I seem irritable.”

Killian kissed Emma’s forehead. “It’s okay my love. Let me take the lad for a bit.” Emma handed a sleeping Finn to Killian. Sitting down next to Emma, Killian rocked his son gently in his arms with his hook securely baby proofed. Emma laid down on the blanket, her head on Killian’s lap. Removing his good hand from Finn, Killian stroked Emma’s hair lightly. He lovingly kissed his sons forehead. While Emma was resting, Killian went into full on Dad mode, making sure that Finn continued to sleep and Hope remained occupied.

A bit later, Hope shouted, “Look! There’s a doggy!” A young looking dog walked out of the tree line. He had a long lean body, brown curly fur, and floppy ears. His fur was a bit matted. It looked like he had been in the ocean and then rolled around in dirt. He walked towards them.

Wary, Emma called Hope over to her, unsure if the dog was friendly. His tounge hung out of his mouth and he barked playfully at the family. Killian handed Finn to Emma for a moment and walked towards the dog, holding his hand out, “You look like a sea faring dog mate, where’s your owners?” The dog sniffed Killian’s hand, and realizing that the family was friendly, hopped around excitedly, wagging it’s tail.

“Can I pet the doggy?” Hope asked Emma.

“Go over to Daddy. He’ll show you what to do.”

Hope joined Killian, he showed her how to hold her hand out to the dog. Licking her hand, the dog wagged it’s tail even harder, pleased to have made a new friend. Hope giggled, “He’s licking me!” She squealed. “Who does he belong to Daddy?”

“I don’t know baby girl? Maybe there’s another family visiting the island today.”

Emma responded, “There were no boats around the island when we sailed up. I don’t think there’s anyone else here. Poor thing, it might have gotten lost or abandoned.”

“Can we keep him?” Hope asked eagerly, petting the dog.

“Oh I don’t know honey, we don’t know if he has an owner or if he’d be good for our family.” Emma responded.

“Pleaseeeeee.” Hope pleaded.

“We’ll see honey,” Emma answered.

The dog sat down, and Hope pet his soft ears.

While still watching them to make sure that the dog didn’t bite Hope, Killian walked back to Emma, taking the baby into his arms. “You know love, maybe a dog isn’t such a bad idea.”

“We have two kids, we do not need a dog running around the house too Killian.” Emma looked intently at Killian.

“I know it would be more work, but look at how much fun Hope is having with him. It would be good to let her have experience with a dog since we haven’t had one yet. And he’s clearly a water dog, I could take him out on boating trips.”

“Well we don’t even know if he has a family.“

“What if he doesn’t have a family though. We can’t just leave him alone here. There weren’t any boats around the island.”

“Okay, here’s the deal. Why don’t you and Hope take him for a walk around the island while I feed Finn. It’s a small island, it shouldn’t take too long. If you don’t find who he belongs to and he continues to be a sweet dog, we can take him back home and see if it will work to keep him.”

“Thank you Swan,” Killian cupped Emma’s chin and kissed her. He had always wanted a dog and he was excited at the prospect of keeping this one.

After walking the entire island, Killian and Hope didn’t find the owners. Hope played with him the rest of their picnic, even feeding him a bite of her sandwich when her mother wasn’t looking. The dog was well mannered and friendly. They had no idea where he had come from, but they decided to take him home so that he didn’t starve on the island.

As Killian packed up the basket, Hope said, “Can I name him?”

Emma stroked her daughter’s hair, “Sure honey.”

“I’m going to call him pirate!” Hope declared.

Emma held onto Killian’s upper arm as he cradled Finn in his arms, “She is your daughter, no question about it.”

Turning his head, Killian kissed her forehead, “Aye love, and she’s stubborn, just like you.”

Emma swatted his shoulder, “Or like you. Keep in mind that you spent a very long time chasing after me.”

“And I’m glad I did, Swan.” Emma rested her chin on Killian’s shoulder as they watched Hope play with pirate at the waters edge.

[herondaleholly31]

Love On The Weekend  Chris Evans X Reader

overview: Whenever you can you and Chris spend a weekend together just the two of you. This  weekend is different. 

A/N Hey guys!! I’m currently in the middle of exams but I wanted to start writing some of the requests that was sent to me after my last post. Thank you so much for all your kind messages and follows after that post, it really means so much to me. I’m working through the list so I will try and upload as much as I can I promise. I hope you enjoy this one, make sure to keep sending me any requests! 

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4:55. Five more minutes to go. You were impatient, and having already cleaned your desk three times in the past hour you were checking your emails one last time before you clocked out. Delete, delete, asos discount code saved, the rest thrown in spam. That’s it. All done. Only three more minutes. 

“Y/N!”

Jack entered your office without knocking, an ominous stack of papers under his arm. “you’re still here, great. I need you to sort these files out before you go.” The stack fell with a thud onto your desk.

“I can’t,” you shook your head “I’m just about to head out.” 

“Oh I’ve also put you on call duty this weekend,” Jack ignored you “so any plans you have cancel them.”

Your spine chilled “I can’t do this weekend. I cant I-“ you shook your head to try and stop your rising panic “I have to have this weekend off.”

“Tough luck. You’re going to want to keep you phone charged, I get a lot of emails.”

“No Jack-“

“Is there a problem?” He scowled.

The clock had struck five, he was going to be there any minute. “I can’t reschedule this plan my boyfriend’s job-“

“sweetheart can I be frank? I don’t give a shit,’ your bosses patient demeanour had gone and his normal irritation came through “I’ve got a golf game tomorrow and you were the last person to ask for time off. So you’re on this weekend.” He slammed his hand on top of the stack of papers and then turned to leave when suddenly a deafening sound came from outside. Shocked, Jack smacked his arm onto your computer, causing him to swear colourfully “WHAT IS THAT?” But you had already rushed to the window, your smile widening. 

“He’s here.”

“WHO?” 

You weren’t listening, grabbing your bag and throwing your coat over your arm “I’m going.”

“Is that for you?”

“Yes.” You turned once more, determination overruling your fear “Have a nice weekend Jack.” And with that, you flicked off the light switch and walked out the office. The honk was ringing down the corridor as you took the stairs two at a time before bursting out the door. A black range rover was sat in the middle of the carpark, and leaning against the  bonnet was your boyfriend Chris. His eyes were covered with sunglasses but you knew his eye brows were raised in a teasing expression as he watched you stride over “are you always that dramatic when leaving work?”

“Only when my boss is being a dick.’ You reached him and cocked your head back so you could kiss him, both smiling against each other as the realisation that this moment had finally happened washed over. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Chris rested his forehead against yours and you breathed deeply, feeling the anger ebb away. “I missed you,” he whispered.

“I missed you too. I couldn’t get out of that place fast enough.”

‘I saw” Chris laughed. He pulled away to open the door next to him to reveal  leather seats and your battered rucksack, bulging at the seams. “I packed everything on the list.”

“including the-“

“including my grey jumper for you to wear in the car.” 

“thank youuuu,” clambering up into the seat you started to get changed, tights getting ripped and pony tails being loosened. Chris’s jumper had been washed one too many times, the fluffy interior bobbled and stretched to fit his physique; however you always wore it on these trips and had therefore become a running joke. “Where to this time?” You asked, popping your head over the collar to look over at Chris who was fiddling about with the Keys. He slid them in and a second later the car roared and shot out of the car park, the revs barking through the quiet. He didn’t answer until you had made it onto the highway.

“I’m going to keep it a surprise this time.”

“ooooo” you perked up “we haven’t done that for a while. Do I get a clue?”

“nope.”

“pleaseeeeee.”

Chris shook his head chuckling “you’ll like it I promise.” Still determined to know you sat up on your knees, leaning over the gear stick to kiss his cheek “not one hint?”

“No!” Chris laughed. You continued to ask, peppering the half of his face and neck with jokey kisses until his death went slightly ragged. “you’re going to make me crash.” He didn’t move away though, enjoying the way you bumped your nose against his cheekbone as the car steamed ahead. The car flew like a the air of you were on the run, Chris only realising when cramp started to form in his ankle from the clenching. You were so present to him in that moment his mind seems to have fogged over. Luckily You only kissed him a couple more times before sitting back, defeated. He was able to calm his pulse once again. “fine” You rolled your eyes teasingly “I guess I’ll trust you. Give me the aux cord.” You propped your bare feet up onto the dash board and plugged it into your phone and scrolled down until you found the playlist: Love on the weekend.

The weekend was something you and Chris had done for a long as you’d been dating. Although you lived in Boston near his family and spent stints in LA, work and business sometimes kept the pair of you apart for weeks if not months at a time. This had been difficult, until on a whim Chris had done what he would come to do every time; text you the night before that he was picking you up and that you two were going away together. That first time he’d taken you to a beach house where you’d spent the weekend getting a suntan and much needed alone time. That had been nearly two years ago and since the pair of you had taken trips all over the country, with nothing but a car and essentials. They had become your favourite tradition together. 

The first song of the playlist started and Chris nodded his head in satisfaction “yessss!’ He pumped his foot on the gas and the car shot down the fast lane, leaving the traffic behind. The music swelled until the rough voice of Journey’s “Don’t stop believing” was blasting through the speakers, matched only by Chris’ rendition. He was tossing his head about and giving it his all, making you laugh so hard you felt the breath pound against your throat and your chest started to tense. The tipping point was when on the final high note your boyfriend’s voice cracked dramatically, to which you had to dig your hands in-between your clenched thighs to stop you from peeing. God it was so good to laugh like this again. 

The speakers continued to blast out classics, raging from Kanye West to Disney to Prince until both your voices were frayed and your chests ached from laughing. At one point there was no sound from either of you except for wheezing and knee slapping. You were like children, bubbling with energy and excitement as the feeling of each other there made you giddy. 

“We’re nearly there,” Chris was able to heave out later, breathing deliberately to even out his chuckles “keep an eye out for the right exit.”

“exit for what?” 

“I’m still not telling you.”

“How am I going to know what the right exit is if I don’t know where we’re going?”

“Hey I gave you a name just trust me.” He reached out and patted your knee, before slowly moving his hand up to rest on your thigh. There was nothing suggestive about it, but you felt your body melt under his touch as he continued to drive. He hummed to the dulcet tones of John Mayer and would occasionally have to shift in his seat but he made sure to keep your thigh at arms length. His palm stayed soft and warm against you  as the car pulled off the highway and drove down strips of long roads under golden sun stained foliage. One rumbling dirt track later and the car rolled into an opening, where it stopped and slumped, exhausted. Chris breathed, smiled, and squeezed your leg “we’re here.”

The house sat snuggled in the trees, overlooking a lake that shone brightly. White walls, blue tiles roof, a rickety dock that rocked slightly against the wind. It looked exactly the same as it did in the pictures that were hung around the Evan’s family home. You gasped in excitement “This is the place-“

“From my childhood pictures,” Chris nodded.

“The place you said you’d always take me,” you placed your hand on top of his “I can’t believe you did this.” In your excitement you leant over the gear stick and grabbed Chris’s face In between your hands “Thank you thank you Thank you!” You planted one big kiss on his lips causing him to laugh loudly before leaping out the car, your bare feet lacing with the grass. The pair of you grabbed the bags from the car and dragged them up into the house, abandoning them in the hall way to explore your home for the weekend. An open floor plan of polished wooden floors, white furniture and blue wallpaper stretched through the house, with soft corduroy sofas and shelves of thumbed classic books and board games. It was a weird mix of modern and old; as if time didn’t effect it. You were running around the house, calling for Chris to see something before discovering something else and getting even more excited.  When Chris still hadn’t come after the fifth time you called you went clattering down the stairs to find him in the kitchen, already pulling things out of the stocked fridge “pesto eggs?” He asked.

“MMMM YES!” You yelled in excitement. “Sorry,” you quietened “sorry. Yes please.” 

“I take it you like the house then?’ “Is this the part of the story where you tell me you’ve bought it?” You slid onto one of the stools by the island, nicking a bit of red pepper from the chopping board.

“ Unfortunately not.”

“shame. I would’ve quit work on the spot to move.”

“It’s that stressful huh?”

“You have no idea.”

Chris stopped stirring “so tell me about it.”

You shook your head, running your hands through your hair once before letting them fall on the table “I don’t want to weigh you down with that. You don’t wanna hear about that.”

“Yes I do,” Chris said “its obviously bothering you.”

“Not tonight Chris. Please.” You didn’t want to think about anything negative this weekend. Not with the limited time you had with him. “your eggs are burning by the way.”

“Huh? Oh Shit,” Chris went back to wildly stirring the contents of his pan, and the conversation was dropped. 

************

The next couple days felt like the montage to a rom com movie, a warped bubble where negative thoughts and emotions weren’t allowed to penetrate. There was a lot to Catch up with so the pair of you didn’t waste a single minute. Swimming in the lake, running together through the woods, playing chess whilst drinking too much beer. A lot of random hugs and heated make outs that lead to other things that caused your skin to flush and tingle. This was partly due to Your shoulders getting  burnt, resulting with Chris finding great pleasure in occasionally smacking the sensitive skin causing you to scream blue murder whilst chasing after him. 

‘I still think I’ll have a hand imprint on my shoulder forever,” you joked. It was the last night and you were cooking whilst Chris picked the movie. He was crouched by the shelfs, his recently showered hair peering his grey t shirt with droplets. “What movie we thinking?” He called.

“hmmmm How about Captain America?”

“Funny.” Chris rolled his eyes. You laughed before diving down to retrieve the steaming dish of Chicken and vegetable pasta from the oven and dishing into bowls. 

“Babe! You’ll never guess what movie they have.” Chris lifted the DVD case like a trophy, the title in your direction. You read it and gasped excitedly “About Time? Oh my days yes!”

“You’re gonna cry.”

“I am not.”

“You say that every time.”

“well this time I can definitely say that I will not cry!”

*************

“It’s just” you stuttered, “it just so…so” you had to gulp loudly through the raked sobs “so sad!” Bill Nighy and the little boy started skimming stones on the beach, causing you to whimper loudly, more tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

“I told you you would cry,” Chris said, but his own eyes were watery and his jaw clenched in emotion. Seeing this made you even more upset and you started to grip onto the pillow, holding your breath so to stop the sobs. It didn’t work. Chris couldn’t stand it anymore; part of him obviously wanted to comfort you but also your turmoil was starting to become comical. “sweetheart,” he laughed “come here.” He dragged you over to sit in between his legs, your back against his chest so he could try and stop you from crying. ‘I’m fine, I’m fine,” you breathed “I’m not going to-oh my god they’re hugging.” The crying was uncontrollable now “This is the last hug they’re ever going to have together.”

“Okay you need to tell me whats wrong now,” Chris’ tone shifted to worry. He’d never seen you this upset over this movie before “hey, hey. Talk to me.”

“I don’t want you to leave me tomorrow.” 

“what?”

“You’re going to leave tomorrow and I’ll be left with an apartment that is too big for just one person, a job I hate and the constant reminder that these weekends are the only things that I actually enjoy in life.” 

The movie continued to play but Chris wasn’t watching anymore. Instead he sat there, struggling to find the right words to say. He didn’t want to ask, you’d specifically told him not to ask this weekend, the itch of knowing was starting to burn in his brain. “What’s wrong with work?”

You huffed, flinging your head back to knock against his shoulder “I hate it Chris. I used to love working there, but I just can’t do it anymore. The last time I had a weekend off was our last weekend 3 months ago.” 

“why?”

“Because Jack makes me work so he can piss about golfing and spend the weekends screwing his assistant. I see the texts,” you nodded as Chris’s eyebrows shot up in surprise “they’re just as awful as you can imagine.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“about the affair? It’s not tha-“

“No. About work.” 

“Oh.” You shrugged,  wiping the back of your sleeve across your face “I didn’t want you to worry about me that’s all.” Feeling your boyfriend huff you felt yourself get defensive “you’re away for so long I didn’t want you to have to take off anymore time than you had to just because my career turned shit.”

‘That’s not fair,” Chris shook his head “I should’ve known.”

“Why? What would’ve you done?’ You were sitting up now, frowning at him, arms crossed “Quit your work and moved back full time to Boston?’ “Maybe!”

“No you wouldn’t of!”

“But at least I would’ve had that option!” His eyes flashed with a mixture of pain and annoyance “Y/N how am I supposed to be there for you if you don’t tell me these things?” 

“That’s not fair Chris.”

“NO,” he snapped “what’s not fair is finding out that you’re feeling like this and yet I was the last person to know!”

“If you were here more YOU’D KNOW!”

There was a horrible silence. Shocked, you put your fingers over your lips, as if trying to grab back the words that were still ringing through the room. You were both shocked; hurt plastered on both your faces. You wanted to take them back, to rewind time so you could start this conversation again, to finish this weekend in a way that you will treasure and picture for the next weeks as you wait for him to come home to you. “I’m sorry.” You finally spoke “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

Chris nodded slowly, and you noticed that his eyes were glistening with tears and you felt your brain screaming in fear and your heart be squished like a juice box “yea you did.”

“NO! No I didn’t.” You pulled him closer “I’m just upset about work, I’m taking it out on you.”

“But you do wish It don’t you?” Chris whispered.

“Of course I wish you were here more,” You nodded “but acting’s your dream. Of course I want you to be doing that.”

“Im so sorry Babe,” he pushed out a heavy sigh to stop the emotions from stunting his voice “I wish I knew how bad it was.”

“It’s not your fault You didn’t know. I wasn’t telling you.”

“I should’ve picked up on it. If I’d known I’d-“

“It’s not your fault Chris. I’m sorry for not telling you.”

Chris smiled softly. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, locking his hands together so you were pressed against his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head, nodding slightly “This was not how I was thinking this conversation was going to go.”

You laughed, snorting slightly due to the snot that had built up from your previous sobs “me neither.”

“And I was looking forward to telling you about my plans for after the movie.”

You felt your heart sink slightly. These conversations were always awfully painful. “Did your agent get another script for you?”

“Actually no. He won’t be getting me any for a while.”

“What?’ You looked up at him, confused “why?”

“because I told him I didn’t want any. Because I’m taking a little break.”

‘Chris? Please say you didn’t do that because of me!”

“only partly,” Chris smiled guiltily “I just miss Boston. I miss my parents, My nieces and nephews, You. I just want to spend some time here. Spending time with my family.”

The tears were falling again, only this time they were ones of happiness “you serious? You’re coming home?”

Chris nodded, savouring this moment for as long as he could. “5 more weeks and then I’m yours.”  

******************

The Boston skyline had never looked so unwelcoming. Despite the sunrise bathing the windows with molten pink and blue reflections, they were a reminder that you were back in reality. You’d left the house early that morning with the remise you’d return in the summer with the whole family. It had still been difficult to say goodbye. The entire drive back you and Chris only spoke a few times, both too nervous of what to say in these last moment. Chris’s hand was back on your thigh, but this time your hand was intertwined with his, your only lifeline from breaking down into uncontrollable tears once more. Although this was the last goodbye you’d have to say for a long time, this one felt the most difficult because of the reality of what they were going back to. The buildings of the city grew thicker and thicker as you drove down main streets and over bridges until all too soon the looming signs floor your office building started to come, and then the ruling for the carpark, and in no time at all Chris was pulling into one of the visitors spots and switching off the engine. “we’re here.” 

“yea.” A silence. “ Thanks for dropping me off by the way.” 

“Yea of course.” Chris swallowed. Neither of you moved. No one made the move to say goodbye. But you knew it was going to happen, and your grip on his hand got tighter as you realised that now was the moment to let go. 

In the end it was him. It left you feeling empty, like you’d dropped something into water and you knew that you were never going to get it back, and that’s when the tears started to fall again. In a moment Chris jumped out of the car and ran over to your side of the car, opening your door so he was able to scoop you into a hug. “ I know,” he whispered as you clung to him “ I know.”

“i don’t know if I can do this Chris,” you sniffed into his neck.

“Yes you can. You can sweetheart. Remember what we said.” He kissed your ear lightly “Just five more weeks. Five more weeks and the I’m home, you can quit your job here and we’ll figure something out together okay? Okay?” His tone made you move your gaze so you were looking at his wide eyed expression, full of promise and reassurance “We’ll figure this out together.”

“Five weeks.”

“five weeks and then I’m yours.”

You nodded, sniffing “Okay,” You breathed “Okay I’ll do it.”

“You can do it.” He kissed you then, and his lips tasted of salt but they were familiar and warm and his, and you already missed him so much five weeks suddenly felt like a lifetime. 

“I am,” he rested his head against yours once more “so proud of you. I really am.” 

You nodded. You kissed him as long as your lungs could muster and this time you let go, flattening your skirt and slipping on your heels as Chris grabbed your bags from the boot and handing them to you. He kissed you once more, told you he loved you and then walked back around to sit in the car. You walked around to his door and leaned in through the open window to kiss him again.

“I can’t watch you walk away,” he confessed “because if I do all I’ll want to do is stay.” 

You nodded “That’s fine. I’ll see you in five weeks.”

‘Five weeks.” 

“I love you Chris.”

One more kiss, and then he pushed the car into gear and pulled away, leaving you to wave goodbye to him. As he did, the windows rolled down, and a second later you heard the opening chords to “Love on the weekend” play. He didn’t look back, but you knew that he too was already counting down the days until the next time you two could see each other. 

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Stray kids reaction to their s/o waking them up to cuddle

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Bang Chan:

A peaceful Chan slept next to you in a huge black hoodie, sweats and fluffy socks while you lay restlessly awake in nothing but the thin hoodie you’d brought to the dorms with you. You decided to wake up your boyfriend by tapping him on his shoulder, if he didn’t wake up to that then you knew it was time to give up because you knew he didn’t sleep much.

“What’s up sweetie, hey you look cold wait there” no matter how tired he was, he threw the covers off himself and grabbed some clothes much like his. He handed them to you and told you to change into them. When you returned back to his small bed he was already almost asleep again. He pulled you into his chest and rested a hand on the back of your head playing with your hair slightly. Occasionally, he pressed a kiss on the top of your head and whispered I love you thinking you were asleep. When you replied with “I love you too” one time he just went really blushy and held you even tighter than before.

Woojin:

After a long day working all you wanted was a cuddle from your loving boyfriend woojin however when you returned home in the evening, he was passed out on the couch. As selfish as it was, you still woke him up by pretty much lying on top of him.

“Oh baby you’re home!” He said excitedly as if he hadn’t been sleeping for the past two hours. “I accidentally fell asleep while working on the choreography” he pointed at the radio playing their new song on repeat.

He knew exactly what you wanted and turned around, opening his arms as he did so. You lay on his chest for what seemed like hours yet neither slept or talked, just enjoyed each other’s presence. When it reached dinner time, Woojin tapped your shoulder and asked what take away you wanted since you could stay cuddling until it arrived instead of having to cook.

Lee Know:

You woke up at 2am thinking you’d had the best nights sleep and that it was 7am or something reasonable, not 2am. 3am soon came around after endless tossing and turning and you were worried you’d wake up Minho, but it was too late.

“Y/n? Aren’t you asleep yet?” He asked sleepily, yawning at the end of his sentence.

You explained your situation as he turned over to face you. You soon felt his arm go over your waist and pull you in gently. Although you didn’t purposefully wake him up, you were kind of happy he did wake up.

“If I cuddle you, you’ll sleep, I know you too well baby” he said before kissing your forehead, suggesting that you should try and sleep now you were in his arms.

Changbin:

It was his own fault, he made you watch that really scary horror movie. You were basically screaming his name to wake up.

“What is it?” He asked with a sharp tone.

“I can’t sleep because of that movie... can you... cuddle me please?” You asked apprehensively.

Changbin wasn’t much of a cuddler in bed at night, he just wanted to sleep. But tonight, he could see you genuinely wanted a cuddle so he asked you to turn over (mainly so you couldn’t see his blush) and he wrapped his figure around yours. Soon you heard snoring in your ear so you looked over to see changbin sleeping with a smile on his face. You kissed his smile and he, to your surprise, silently mouthed “I love you.”

You smiled to yourself as you turned over and it’s fair to say that Changbin loved to cuddle at night from that moment on.

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Hyunjin:

“Hyunjin I need cuddles” your text read. Admittedly it was kinda late at night but Hyunjin was normally awake now.

Truth was, at the dorms the boys were all sound asleep after a long day of filming for their next comeback. The ping of his phone woke one of his roomies so they woke Hyunjin. Through tired eyes he read your request and started to put on presentable clothes to leave the dorms in while replying to your message. When questioned by all the members he woke up, he responded with the honest answer “y/n wants cuddles and so do I why would I miss this chance?” Which all the members agreed with. He arrived at your house about half an hour after the text and you opened the door. He greeted you with a hug and a gentle “hello baby.” No other words were needed until you were both tucked up in bed tangled in each other’s limbs.

“Thank you Hyunjin, I needed you here” you whispered into his chest.

“Well you have me whenever prince/princess” he said before kissing your forehead.

Han:

Normally it was you struggling to get him to sleep but tonight it was him. You worked and worked and worked on a piece of work due the next day until your eyes couldn’t take it anymore. You tuned to Jisung to see him fast asleep on your bed cuddling your teddy bear. Oh how envious you were of that bear right now but he looked so peaceful you didn’t want to wake him now. You kissed his head and tucked him into the covers being careful not to wake him before you went to do your night routine. Little did you know he’d woken up and wanted more of those cute kisses so he stretched out and grabbed your hand as you walked away.

“You’re tired y/n just come to bed, I know you want my cuddles”

You thought for a second, it was only one night of not putting face cream on it couldn’t hurt. You hopped into your bed and nestled into Jisung.

“You’re right, I do” his arrogance made you want them more and BOY did you want them in the first place never mind now.

Felix:

Felix was usually the cuddly one in this relationship, why were you awake at 3am with no muscular arms wrapped around you. You turned over to see Felix wasn’t even in bed. You quickly shot out of bed and into the living room where your boyfriend was fast asleep on the couch with a chocolate bar on the floor next to him. Admittedly he did look uncomfortable and suddenly your need for cuddles disappeared, you just wanted him to rest well and in a better position than the one he was screwed up in now so you woke him up.

“Y/n?” He asked while stretching out and scrambling to his feet “is that you?”

“Yes baby, why aren’t you in bed? Come on” you grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the bedroom.

He didn’t answer you but you gathered he probably couldn’t sleep so he went to get food and passed out on the way back. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was asleep again, this time with you in his arms and his face 2mm away from yours.

(Why does Felix look like he has Dad hands compared to Changbin wtf?)

Seungmin:

Tonight was VERY cold and Seungmin was just fast asleep. How could he do that in such adverse conditions? You got up to turn the heating up, not caring of the huge bill you’d get at the end of the month when you heard footsteps following you. You turned around to see Seungmin shivering. He’d heard you get out of bed and woke up, worried about you not being able to sleep.

“Hey I was just coming to you that” he said pointing at the switch when really was only out of bed for you. You smirked a little, a plan coming together.

“Yeah... it’s broke I guess we’ll have to survive without it” you said mischievously and slugged back to bed with your best acting skills.

You got back into bed and seungmin followed, enveloping you leaving you to be the little spoon. You lay there for a while, content as ever before seungmin spoke up.

“I know the heating works y/n, I had it on earlier.” He said pretty loudly. “But I went along with it because I wanted to cuddle too” he whispered into your ear and pressing a kiss up against it sending the right kind of shivers down your spine. After a night of the cold shivers, this was just what you needed.

I.N:

Your first time sleeping in the same bed next to each other at night time and Jeongin was asleep before you even joined him. Something’s not right. You energetically shook Jeongin until he awoke.

“Can we cuddle pleaseeee?” You begged as he began to wake up still shaking him.

“If I say yes will you stop shaking me?” He pleaded jokingly.

You sunk into the bed next to him as he turned onto his front and put his arm over you. Maybe some others wouldn’t consider this cuddling but you gathered it was the most you were gonna get. You began to drift into a sleep when you were suddenly awoken by shaking.

“Sunshine... will you cuddle me now pleaseeeeee?” He mocked, knowing exactly how annoying he was being but continuing anyway.

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What a Time

Requested: [Y]/N - “Another plus size sweet pea one pleaseeeeee”

Summary: Sweet Pea and the reader look back on their time together differently but they always end up in the same place.

Pairings: Sweet Pea x Plus-Size!Reader

Words: 2008

Warnings: Swearing, fat shaming, angst

A/N: Alright, already starting off with a shit summary...Hope this is okay, I can’t write endings for the life of me but if you want a part 2, let me know!

Also, lowkey inspired by the song What a time (Feat. Niall Horan) by Julia Michaels

Also I’m writing another request! Send in more you guys! 

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale (CW) or any of it’s characters

Music blasted around her, the air was smokey and reeked of weed and alcohol. It was like every other party in the Southside. Which of course meant Serpents milling around.

Y/N slammed her shot down as the small crowd around her cheered, she looked around the room and recognized kids from school, but couldn’t see any of her friends.

Not that she had any. She’s been on her own for the better part of two months now.

Walking around she notices how her heart starts racing and she feels a bit nauseous, she ignores the feeling. Assumes it’s the shot contest catching up with her. Then her throat goes dry as she spots him.

His tall figure strolls in, immediately commanding the room.

She recognizes that she feels like this every time he’s near, but she doesn’t want him to have any effect on her. It’s not fair. She’ll never have that kind of effect on him.

Not anymore anyway.

***

“What do you mean you don’t like pancakes?! That’s insane!”

“They’re just not my thing, Princess.” Sweet Pea smirked at her across the table at Pop’s.

“Well, I think this date has ended,” She deadpanned sarcastically and started to stand up making him laugh at her.

“You’re gonna leave me over pancakes? That’s what does it?”

“We’ll just tell people it was a difference of opinion.”

They both tried to keep straight faces, but no such luck.

No, there was Y/N and Sweet Pea, laughing their asses off in the back of Pop’s without a single worry.

Sweet Pea looked out the window to see the sun setting before looking back at his girlfriend with a smile, “You wanna see something?”

The same grin spread across her face, “Sure.”

***

“Can you at least try to look like you want to be here?” Toni pleaded with him.

“No, because I don’t.”

“C’mon man, let’s get you a drink, maybe that’ll change your mind,” Fangs pushed him towards the kitchen.

Not likely.

As he walks through the doorway he catches her eyes just in time to watch her duck away.

His entire body tenses.

He hasn’t seen Y/N since they broke up and he really didn’t expect to see her at a party.

There’s been a lingering feeling with him since then, he can’t put his finger on it, there’s just something about their break up that never felt right to him.

It’s not how it was supposed to go...

He’s not really sure how it was supposed to go, but definitely not the way it did.

***

His arm was draped around her shoulders, pulling her into him as they walked through the park.

“I’ve been to Pickens Park before, Sweets, sorry to be a buzzkill.”

He didn’t say anything, just squeezed her shoulder and pulled her over to the swings.

They sat next to each other facing the forest, the plastic seat digging into her hips.

“Fang’s older sister used to drag us around with her everywhere when we were kids,” he started. “Well- that’s how Fang’s put it, but I’m pretty sure he just tagged along to keep an eye on her. It wasn’t my favorite thing to do, I could only go to the mall so many times before I lost my mind. But she used to bring us here every once in a while and we’d all just sit on the swings for like half an hour before we left. I didn’t really get it because Fangs and I always sat like this and actually used the swings, but she’d just sit at the end and stare off into nothing. I thought she was crazy honestly.”

Y/N chuckled and imagined an annoyed little Sweet Pea trailing after a small and worried Fangs.

“So I decided I’d just ask her- because I was a kid so I thought it was fine to just ask a teenage girl if she was crazy.” He paused, causing her to look at him. He was smiling to himself, enjoying the memory. “And as soon as I got off that swing and walked over to her, I knew she wasn’t crazy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, she was just living in the moment. Enjoying the small bit of peace we get here on the southside.”

He looked behind them, Y/N following his gaze when she stopped.

The most colorful and vibrant sunset she had ever seen sat behind her. Pink and orange danced across the sky, the light blue fading into purples.

She turned around to stare at it.

“Holy shit, Pea- the sky...it’s so beautiful,” Her eyes darted around the sky, trying to capture it all before it faded away.

Sweet Pea, on the other, stared right at her, “Absolutely stunning.”

***

Y/N ducked out of the house as fast as she could once he was in the kitchen.

When they were dating, Y/N was not a party girl.

“Fuck trying to socialize with people, I’d rather stay at the Wrym. Drunk people aren’t fun to be around if you aren’t drunk and don’t know anybody.” She’d say when Sweet Pea invited her to the occasional party.

She supposes that changed after they broke up because now she wanted to be drunk. Drunk, high, asleep- anything to block out the numb feeling that’s been creeping in since they split.

She got to the party late and honestly, she’s not sure how long she’s been there, so she’s not surprised when she steps out into the darkness. She is a little shocked at how cold it is, but now that September has rolled in so have the gusts of wind.

The high waisted jeans cover most of her stomach but the thin material of her shirt and the deep neckline allow a shiver to pass through her body. 

She’s dreading the walk home, but she can’t stay at the party. Not now.

Sometimes, when she’s having a good day, she can think back on their time together and be glad that at least she got that part of him.

But most of the time seeing him and thinking about him just make her sad.

Because she remembers that while she had that part of him, she no longer does.

***

“Did you know Y/N was gonna be here?” Sweet Pea asks his friends, not even looking at them as he searches the room for her again.

“Y/N is here? I haven’t seen her in ages!” Toni looked excited.

“I mean she probably left,” Jughead spoke from where he was leaning against the wall.

“Why would she leave?”

“If none of you have seen her since her and Sweet Pea broke up there’s probably a reason for that,” he shrugs.

“So you’re saying she’s actively avoiding us?” Fangs asked.

“It’s just a theory. I mean it’s obvious why she wouldn’t want to see him. But you guys were and still are Sweet Pea’s friends. She became your friend by circumstance. She probably figures that since you weren’t friends before they dated, why would you be friends with her now that they’ve broken up.”

Neither of them had anything to say. If they had to pick someone in the breakup, they obviously would’ve picked Sweet Pea, the choice was just made for them.

Sweet Pea was listening to their conversation but not really paying attention as he saw a flash of Y/H/C dart out the front door.

“He’s right she just left,” he told them. It only took a second before he was going after her.

***

The pair began dating right as the school year was ending and going into the second month of summer, they were still going strong.

The two were inseparable, practically clinging to each other.

But like with everything else in Rivedale, everyone had an opinion on it.

“I just don’t understand why they’re together.”

“She can do so much better than being a serpent’s slut.”

“He’s hot, why is he with that cow?”

“I get that big girl’s need love too, but did he really need to be the one to give it to her?”

“I guess if those are his standards anyone has a chance.”

And it’s easy to say that none of it affected them or their relationship, but you can only hear that your relationship doesn’t make sense so many times before you start to question it for yourself.

Which is what led them to fight in his trailer.

“I don’t know what you want from me!”

“I want someone who doesn’t look at every girl besides me!”

“You know that isn’t true...”

“Look, Pea...” Y/N paused, “maybe it’s time we accept that this isn’t working...”

“What?! No! Y/N, you can’t-”

“We don’t make sense, Sweet Pea!” She yelled.

He sat there, too stunned to reply let alone reassure her that they did make sense and they could work out whatever needed to be worked out.

She took that as her cue to grab her stuff and leave.

He took to being Josie’s booty call soon after that and it was set in Y/N’s mind.

All of their relationship, all the sweet words, and promises of forever...it was all a lie.

***

Y/N made it to the end of the street before she heard footsteps coming up behind her. She was a bit too lost in her memories to hear them before.

“Y/N...” The voice made her spine go rigid, but she couldn’t freeze.

Just keep walking, pretend you didn’t hear him and maybe he’ll go back to the party...

She tried to tell herself, but it only took that small amount of time for him to catch up with her instead.

“Y/N, c’mon, at least talk to me.”

“Nothing to talk about, Sweet Pea.”

“Are you avoiding Fangs and Toni?”

Well- that wasn’t what she expected. “Kind of hard to avoid people who don’t talk to you.”

“They were at the party. Toni wanted to see you before you ran out-”

“Sweet Pea,” he stopped next to her as she stopped walking, “you know why I left. So why the hell are you following me?”

He paused before looking her over, “You look good. I miss you.”

They let the three words hang in the air before Y/N scoffed and started walking again.

“What? I can’t miss you?” He spoke, following her again.

“Not if you’re gonna lie about it.”

“Who’s lying?!”

“You!” She flipped around and shoved a finger into his chest. “You were always lying!”

“Name one thing I lied about!”

“Loving me!”

They were both quiet.

“I never lied about that...” He whispered.

“Well, you moved on pretty quick for someone supposedly in love.”

“I was trying to get over you!” They were back to yelling at each other as they walked through the southside residential streets.

Soon enough they made it to her house.

“I’m going inside, Sweet Pea.”

“Wait- just let me say one thing and then you can go back avoiding me.” When she didn’t make a move to go inside he decided to keep pushing through, “Talk to Toni and Fangs again,” that made her eyebrow go up, ”they miss you too. I get it- I was a shitty boyfriend. I’m not denying it, the more I think about it there were definitely times I should’ve stepped up and I didn’t. Not that I’m completely to blame- but I’m not trying to start another argument. I love you, Y/N. I wasn’t lying. Just don’t punish them for something they didn’t do.”

He turned to walk away when she called out to him.

“You said love...”

“What?”

“You said ‘I love you’, present tense, not ‘I loved you’, past tense.”

“Trying to move on doesn’t always work.” He gave a soft smile.

“So you’re not madly in love with Josie?”

He shrugged, “She was using me for a good lay, I was trying to find someone who could make me feel anything like I do with you.”

“And?”

“Nothing could ever compare to you.”

[omeliashepherdhunt]

Stand By Me pt. 3

After an extremely trying trio of surgeries, Amelia was ready to get home to her husband, babies, and mother in law for their Sunday dinner. Owen was making hamburgers while Evelyn promised Amelia her famous homemade pasta salad. She still couldn’t believe her mom was living so close by and that Carolyn thought they could just pick up where things left off many years ago. She was hesitant because she didn’t want to be hurt again— especially in front of her own little family. She had been getting on so well with her life since marrying Owen, albeit knowing it wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows, and now it felt like her mother was sabotaging it all.

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She unlocked the front door and was greeted by the sound of Eli crying, Pippa running around, and Evelyn humming in the kitchen. She followed her son’s wails to their dining area where Owen was trying to soothe him.

“Oh look, Eli. Mama is home.”

Owen handed him to Amelia and grinned as he watched her coo at their littlest baby.

“Oh what’s wrong buddy? You sound hungry, hmm? Maybe you can soak in the tub with me for a few minutes.”

Owen stood up and pulled his wife lovingly into his arms and gave her a kiss.

“Did you have a good day?”

“Three head traumas throughout the course of my shift. It was probably the busiest day I’ve had since my tumor removal and maternity leave.”

“Sorry. You should go relax. I’ll take him.”

“No it’s okay. He can nurse while I sit in the tub. I think the both of us could use the quiet time.”

Just then, they were interrupted by Pippa running full speed into the back of Amelia’s legs, causing her to stumble.

“Pippa! You have to be easy when I’m holding your brother.”

“Mama, you’re home! I’ve been waiting all day so you can play dress up with me!”

“Oh honey, give me just a little bit to get cleaned up and get Eli squared away.”

“Mama. Pleaseeeeee.”

“Pippa Evelyn Hunt. Give me just a few minutes.”

The five year old immediately furrowed her brow at the same time her bottom lip started to quiver.

“Mama.”

“Go help Nana finish up with the pasta salad. We can maybe play dress up later but it’s getting late.”

Pippa stomped her feet the whole way to her grandmother, making Amelia feel even more helpless.

“Have they been like this all day?”

“Eli still doesn’t appreciate a bottle unless it’s the perfect temperature which I can’t seem to get and Pippa didn’t nap at all so she’s been short fused.”

“Why didn’t she nap?”

“We were at the pool for most of the afternoon.”

“We always have her nap. Owen, come on. You know our kids are schedule oriented.”

His brow furrowed just like Pippa’s.

“It was one day. She’s going to be fine. I already gave her a bath so she can go to bed after dinner.”

“You’re waking up with her in the morning then.”

Amelia couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. She walked into chaos and now had a pounding headache from her even more chaotic day. Evelyn came around the corner so she greeted her as brightly as she could before she got in the bath with little Eli.

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The baby was squeaky clean and had a full belly so Amelia finally pulled them out of the warm bath to get dressed. She was in her normal house attire: a nursing camisole and yoga pants. Amelia always loved to dress the kids. They were like living dolls. She combed Eli’s little tufts of chocolate hair and dressed him in a pair of dinosaur footie pajamas.

“Look at you! So handsome just like your daddy even though you have Mama’s hair.”

When they went back downstairs, the table was set and Owen was bringing out the last of their plated dinners.

“Amelia, dear. I got to meet your mother today when we ran into each other at the grocery store. I didn’t know who she was but she recognized me from pictures in this house.”

“Oh great. How did that go?”

“She seems really lovely but told me you banned her from coming around unless you say otherwise.”

“Yep.”

“She’s trying to make things right. She wants to get to know Pippa and Eli.”

Amelia took a sip of her water once she felt her appetite shrink the more she talked about her mom.

“Maybe she will eventually. I’m not rushing it. She gave up on me when I was 5. Derek picked up the pieces. She supported me financially as a kid but Derek deserves all the credit. He taught me everything I knew. He’s not here anymore so I don’t know why she feels the need to come around.”

Owen looked up from his plate feeling awkward as he witnessed their conversation. His wife could fight her own battles which is why he didn’t intervene.

“She told me she’s sick. Carolyn has stage 4 melanoma that has metastasized.”

Both Amelia and Owen choked on their food with their eyes bugged out.

“What?”

“She came here to spend some time with Meredith and the kids and is hoping to make amends with you before she goes.”

“Go where, Nana?”

The three adults looked at Pippa and scrambled to figure out what to say.

“Back to New York. Pip, do you want to go set up your tea party table and we can finish dinner there?”

“Ooooh, yes Mama! I’ll be ready in 2 minutes!”

Pippa hopped down from her chair and took off for the playroom.

“Owen, Evelyn, for all we know my mom could be lying. I can talk to her tomorrow and figure it all out. I however don’t want to talk about it anymore today. I’m sorry but today has exhausted me and I’m over the day. I’ll go eat with Pippa. Sorry for the shit show that was this family dinner.”

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When the house was tidied up and the kids successfully tucked in and asleep, Amelia finally climbed into bed. Everything hurt and she felt completely floored. Her mom could be dying. She would be another person she lost and now she knew she cared about her mom more than she wanted to. She was devastated. She had been so cold to her mom. Maybe she had a reason to be but now she felt it didn’t matter.

Amelia was pulled from her thoughts when Owen came into the room.

“Mia, I know you had a hard day but you were short with Pippa, short with me, then short with my mom once she tried talking to you about your mom. What is wrong?”

“I told you! My day was long, I lost one of my patients on the table, then I get home and the baby is screaming and Pippa is running around tearing up the place. Then your mom drops the news that my mom is dying. So forgive me for being short. I’m exhausted and I want to sleep.”

Owen pulled off his shirt and climbed in on the other side, trying his best to cozy up to her.

“I’m sorry today sucked. I know something that could maybe help?”

Instantly Amelia pushed his arm off of her and hot tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Are you freaking kidding me? I’m having an awful day, feeling like crap, and you want to have sex? No way. No way in hell would I have sex with you. Oh my god, you’re impossible!”

“I was partially kidding. Amelia, come on. I was kidding. Any other time you’d be all for it. Please don’t be like this. Let’s just sleep. I want to hold you. I missed you.”

“Don’t touch me. I just need to sleep.”

“You’re crying.”

“Leave me alone.”

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Come morning, Amelia finally pulled herself off of the loveseat in Eli’s room to change his diaper and feed him again. She had tossed and turned for hours until she gave up and moved to the nursery during Eli’s 2 a.m feed. She felt even more exhausted than the night before and was eager to speak to her mom. Once her phone showed seven in the morning, she called her mom’s cellphone. It rang four times before she answered.

“Amelia? How are you? Is everything okay? It’s early.”

“Everything is fine here. My mother in law had some interesting news to share with us over dinner last night.”

“Oh honey. I wanted to tell you but there was never the right time. You were so angry.”

“I have a lifetime of anger. You didn’t cause it all. I blamed you for a lot of it but like you said, you did the best you could. Is it true? Metastasized melanoma?”

“Yes. I’m planning on being in town until the pain gets to be too great then I’ll be going to Oregon for physician assisted suicide. I don’t want any of you to take care of me and I don’t want to be in a home. I’d like to go with dignity. I’m at peace with the decision and look forward to being reunited with my two guys.”

“Mom, please. I’ll let you come around. We can work this out. Your children are doctors. All of us are doctors. Please let us help you.”

“Honey, there is nothing any of you can do. It’s in my blood stream now and I get a bit more tired each day. I’m sorry but I won’t be changing my mind. I’d love to make the best of my last days here. I’d love to get to know your beautiful babies. Nothing would make me happier than to make up with you after all these years.”

“Okay. Would you like to come over later afternoon and stay for dinner? I can make Dad’s old pasta recipe.”

“That sounds lovely. I’ll be there. Thank you Amelia.”

“I’ll see you later Mom.”

Next she called Evelyn to see if she could watch the kids until her mom came. She needed to spend time and make up with Owen. She dropped the kids off, went through the drive thru for their favorite donuts and coffee, then went back home. To her surprise, Owen was still asleep. Normally when she’d wake up before him, he’d be sleeping with his face soft from any expressions. Now his face was tense and she knew he slept just as shitty as she had. As emotional as she had been, tears started to pool in her eyes. She wasn’t surprised but she felt awful about how she treated him. He had been nothing but good to her and she was just mean. She tiptoed to the bed and got in. He started to wake up and open his eyes. As soon as his eyes met hers, she flung herself into his arms. Sobs wracked through her entire body. Owen was definitely confused but held her close and lovingly anyways. He knew she was probably struggling to process everything and it was a lot for her to take in all at once.

“It’s okay Mia. You’re alright.”

“I’m so sorry. I was mean and it was uncalled for. You’re my best friend. I love you so much. I missed you yesterday too.”

“I know you did. I know you love me. You don’t have to say it for me to know.”

“I do though. Life is too short to not say it. You, Pippa, and Eli are all I have. You three are everything to me. You three are the reasons my heart still beats. I’ve lost my dad, my brother, our son, and soon will lose my mom. I can’t lose you.”

Owen held her even tighter, stroking her hair to bring her any sort of comfort while he kissed her forehead.

“I’m right here Amelia. I’m not going anywhere for a very long time. You’re Amelia Grace Shepherd Hunt— Mother of three, smoking hot wife, and brilliant life saver. You will get through this and I’m right here all the way.”

[lunarimagines]

WATCH ME BABYGIRL [13]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: none!

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“Okay everybody, I have some exciting news!” Hoseok exclaimed, clapping his hands together to gain the attention of the dance team.

You looked up from your phone. You should have been stretching but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You crossed your legs, grateful that Hoseok wasn’t a strict captain and also grateful at the distraction. Jungkook had been texting you non-stop again, but it was about baseball. Four hours of hearing about baseball? You were exhausted, although you did find it cute that he was so passionate about the sport.

You turned your attention back to Hoseok as he began to speak.

“Since we are one of four teams to actually have a girl, we have to do a duet of sorts. Each team has to do two dances anyway, so instead of doing two group dances or a unit dance, we’ll earn the extra points by having one of us do a dance with Y/N.”

You opened your mouth to protest before Hoseok cut you off by raising his hand.

“Now I know I just volunteered you, but come on Y/N!” he whined. “This is the only way we can maybe earn some extra points. Pleaseeeeee.”

You sighed, looking down at your phone as the screen lit up with another text from Jungkook. He was passionate about baseball, you were becoming passionate about the dance team. It wouldn’t hurt to do an extra performance… right?

You sighed in defeat.

“I’ll do it.”

Hoseok’s face broke into a bright smile, his eyes becoming crescents.

“This is great! Auditions for the male part will be held after school tomorrow. Stop glaring at me Yoongi, I promise there’ll be plenty of time to prepare!”

Suddenly, Taehyung raised his hand from beside you.

“What about you Hobi? Aren’t you going to audition for the part? You’re like, the best dancer here, after all” he said sweetly.

Hoseok opened and closed his mouth, trying to find a good excuse as to why he couldn’t do the dance with you. In all honesty, the reason he was hesitant to do the dance with you was because he liked you. Everytime he saw you his heart sped up and felt a need to impress you, a need to make you smile, and a need to make you laugh. There was no way he could contain his emotions if he was forced to dance with you. Even if the dance wasn’t sexy, he simply couldn’t trust himself. There were rumors you were dating somebody else, somebody on the baseball team. Hoseok knew his boundaries… but if the two of you danced together would he remember them?

“How am I supposed to audition when I’m running the auditions?” he finally spluttered out, his cheeks burning.

Taehyung just wouldn’t let it go.

“I’m sure we could all figure out a way to allow you to audition too,” Taehyung said, looking around at the other boys. They nodded, looking relieved that Taehyung had spoken up about the issue. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to dance with you, they just really wanted as many extra points possible.

Hoseok, for once in his life, looked defeated.

“Alright,” he began slowly, “I guess I’ll audition too…”

You felt excited that Hoseok was going to audition. Truthfully, you felt more comfortable dancing with him than with any of the other boys, even Taehyung.

“Okay, well let’s get started for today and be ready for auditions tomorrow everyone. We’ll do a freestyle first and then choose a song to create a dance to. After that, we’ll choose who should dance with our lovely Y/N,” Hoseok said matter-of-factly. “Positions! We’ll start from Taehyung’s solo.”

You sat slumped against the wall after practice, completely drained. Hoseok had worked everyone to the bone. Around you, the other boys looked exhausted. Hoseok, however, was still up and moving, cleaning up the cafeteria. You felt compelled to help him.

“Hey Y/N. You okay? Was practice good today?” Hoseok asked as you gathered up the other end of the extension cord.

You nodded, too tired to even speak. Hoseok laughed.

“I promise that when we get to the competition all of the hard practices will be worth it. Besides, I can tell you like dancing. You’ve really improved!” he said, shooting you a blindingly bright smile and handing you the other broom to help him sweep the floor.

“Thanks Hobi,” you mumbled, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks.

“Hey, if you’re tired you can head home. I’m almost finished here anyways. Everyone else has already left,” he said, squeezing your arm affectionately.

You whipped your head around to see that the two of you were, in fact, alone. Which meant that you’d lost your ride home with Namjoon.

You sighed, unsure of what you were going to do. Hoseok picked up on the confusion and tiredness behind your sigh.

“Do you- do you need a ride home Y/N?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

You nodded, not making eye contact with him.

“Please, if you don’t mind,” you mumbled, busying yourself with your bag as Hoseok packed up the stereo.

“Sure, it’s no problem!” he exclaimed, swinging his bag over his shoulder and reaching down for your bag. You let him grab it and watched as he slung it over his free shoulder. “Right this way to your chariot.”

You giggled. He was so dorky sometimes.

He rolled the stereo behind him as he made his way to his car. It was a little beat up and run down, but still cute. He unlocked it and swung open the passenger door for you, closing it behind you before dropping his bag and the stereo off in the back seat. He handed your bag to you as he climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Where to Miss?”

You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness before telling him your address. The drive was anything but silent. Hoseok asked you about your day and joked about all of the teachers you hated that he’d had the year before. Something about talking to Hoseok just felt right. You knew he was listening to your every word you said and that he genuinely cared about your replies to his questions. He joked freely with you and always laughed at your jokes, no matter how bad they were.

“We’re here,” he said, pulling into your driveway.

You felt sad that you had to leave him. Thanking him for the ride, you climbed out of his car and waved before heading up your drive and into your house. He waited outside until he was sure you were safely inside before he left, his heart heavy and his head light.

“Come on Hobi, can’t we just skip the auditions and have you dance with Y/N,” Yoongi groaned before taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Yeah no offence Y/N. It’s just that we really want to win and Hoseok’s really the best dancer here so it kind of makes sense,” Namjoon said, typing a message to somebody- probably Jin- on his phone.

Hoseok sighed deeply.

“But then it’s not a fair audition,” he complained.

Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“Please, you two want to dance together- well I know you want to dance with Y/N at least- so can’t we just do a vote and have a majority rule?”

“I think that’s okay,” you said. “I mean, if nobody else thinks they would be a good fit to dance with me, then they probably won’t do well in the auditions.”

The other’s nodded at your reasoning, turning their full attention to Hoseok. Finally, he gave in.

“Fine, but it’s only because Y/N has a good point.”

“Y/N could spout some bullshit about how Toy Story was really a conspiracy theory and you’d buy it,” Yoongi mumbled underneath his breath, causing Namjoon to snort.

“What should the theme of the dance be?” you asked.

“Well… the theme we have now is tough and kind of dark so why don’t we stick with that,” Taehyung reasoned.

The group nodded. It did make sense, but that also meant..

“So like, a sexy dance?” Yoongi asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Hoseok’s cheeks turned a dark crimson color and you were sure your cheeks mirrored his.

“If you’re comfortable with that Y/N, I think it’s a good idea,” Hoseok blurted out, mentally slapping himself for sounding so enthusiastic.

“Yeah. It’s just a dance right? And it fits with our theme so let’s do it. Something like Troublemaker?” you asked.

Hoseok felt his cheeks heat up even more. Troublemaker? That was pretty intimate… However, it did go with the theme… He wondered how you were so calm about all of it.

“I think that’s a good starting point,” Yoongi said, standing up. “Can we get started? I have a ton of homework tonight and the student body is meeting early tomorrow morning and as the president I have to be there.”

Hoseok nodded, going over to the stereo and turning the music on, yelling for everybody to get into position. As he brushed by you to get to his own position, he leaned close to whisper something to you, his warm breath on your ear causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

“Stay after so that we can start choreographing the dance, okay?”

taetae: dude,,, I think our dance captain has a little somethin’-somethin’ for you

You rolled your eyes at the text message from Taehyung. You were home from practice and grateful that you had a late start the next day. You and Hoseok had worked on coming up with choreo for the dance until well past midnight. Finally, the janitors had kicked the two of you out. Now, you were laying on your bed, exhausted and feeling sleepy from the warm shower you’d taken when you’d gotten home

you: fuck off tae

taetae: listen sweaty :))))

taetae: i’m just stating the facts

You rolled over onto your stomach, your feet kicking back and forth behind you as you thought. Did Hoseok really like you? As far as you could tell, he was kind to everyone and joked with everyone.

you: goodnight taehyung

You locked your phone and slid it underneath your pillow. You knew he’d text you back anyways...

Sure enough, your phone buzzed only a minute later.

taetae: what about jungkook? does he know about the dance?

you: please

you: he’ll know it’s just a stupid dance

taetae: will he really? i mean….

taetae: he already has his suspicions about hoseok liking you

taetae: pretty sure he hates hoseok

you: hobi doesn’t like me and besides, i love jungkook

taetae: eeeewwwww

taetae: Y/N, my best friend in the entire world whom i love dearly, just said that she loves (loves™) jungkook

you: goodnight taehyung

taetae: goodnight booboo the fool

You turned your phone off and placed it on your bedside table. You probably should tell Jungkook that you were doing a sexy dance with Hoseok… right? At the same time, it was just a stupid dance that meant nothing and was a ploy to gain extra points so you really didn’t need to make a big deal out of it. Besides, you doubted Jungkook would come to the competition anyways. There always seemed to be a “baseball thing” whenever you asked him to come to something the dance team was putting on. Clearly he didn’t care too much, otherwise he’d be there. Jimin always was…

[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 14

Pairing: JDM x OFC, 

Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs* *THIS IS AN RPF FIC**

Series Masterlist Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart.  Warnings: Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please

(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DESCRIPTION OF SUICIDE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED***

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   The next morning when I woke up I was greeted with warm hands and a strong chest pressed against me. Smiling, I rolled over and opened my eyes, expecting to see Robbie.

   It was not Robbie. My mouth dropped open but he put his fingertips to my lips to silence me before I could speak.

   "I'm not going to say I told you so. I'm just going to say I love you and I'm here if you need anything."

   Tears welled up immediately as the numbness I had been feeling slipped. He held the back of my head and dipped my face into his cotton covered chest and I melted into him, feeling safe in my best friend's arms.

   Rob appeared in the door way with a cup of coffee and a smile a moment later. He sat the mug down on his nightstand and crawled into bed beside me as I rolled over and Misha placed his head on my chest. Rob did the same on the other side.

   "Ya'll are so fucking gay." I chuckled, looking down at the men wrapped around me.

   "Only for you." Misha grinned, eyes twinkling up at me before looking to Rob and wagging his eyebrows.

   Rob blushed and nuzzled his face into my shirt as he tightened his grip around my waist, "You two are ridiculous."

   "So I was thinking, Kylin...since you're back and all..." Misha started, eyes trailing down my stomach and legs before floating out the window innocently.

"Spit it out, Mishka." I hissed.

"Gishwhes?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. Of course. "You have to apologize first."

   He opened his mouth to begin to protest but Robbie smacked him on the arm in warning.

   "Okay, okay! I was a little bit of a douche bag. I'm sorry." He admitted, nuzzling back into my hair on his side and pressing closer against me. Both of the men clinging to me were in sweat pants, and not a whole lot was left to the imagination as they rutted against my bare thighs. Ignoring the involuntary heat between my legs with a sigh, I made a move to sit up.

   "You two are the ridiculous ones." I squirmed away from them to the edge of the bed and got up to search for pants, undies on full display.

   "Are you okay?" Misha's tone shifted to seriousness as he adjusted himself to sit upright on the bed beside Rob. Rob looked down at his hands before back up to me.

   "You did this, Benedict?" I inquired, waving a pair of shorts in Misha's direction, eyes squinting.

   "Yes." He peeped, guilt spreading quickly across his face. I rolled my eyes and groaned.

   "Look, I don't want any one to fucking pity me, okay. I put myself in that fucked up position, both of them. I didn't fucking expect either one of them. It was no one's fault but my own that I didn't listen to you. He fucking had me fooled, dude." I leaned back against the dresser, hands on the edges still holding onto the shorts that I was trying to put on, "Hell, I'm lucky Jeffrey even showed up when he did. I don't know what would have..." I trailed off, eyes wandering as I fought against my tear ducts.

   "Babe, I should have told you straight up what I found out. I talked to Jeffrey about it, and he said he was handling it, but something didn't sit right. I didn't know for sure so I didn't want to say anything before I could confirm." Misha sighed, forearm resting on his raised knee as he moved his eyes out of the window.

   I sighed, and moved to put on my shorts, once they were pulled up and fastened, I apologized, "I'm sorry I called you spoiled."

   This made both men laugh and shake their heads as they moved out of the bed on opposite sides. They moved around and engulfed me in a tangle of arms. Misha leaned down and nuzzled against my ear, "It's you that's spoiled, Missy."

   "Always have been, always will be." I quipped in a squeak as Rob's arms squeezed a little too tight around my bruised ribs.

   I moved away from them when the sound of a knock could be heard screaming through the halls, followed by the echo of the doorbell. Rob moved to answer it as I pulled my hair into a ratted bun and rubbed my eyes.

   "Kylin?!" I could hear Jared's voice boom through the house followed by his stomping footsteps.

   "Jesus Christ" I mumbled with rolled eyes, reaching for the forgotten coffee Rob had brought me.

  "Holy fuck, Kay, are you okay?" he instantly jerked me up by the biceps in a crushing hug before pushing me away to search me for damage.

   "Dude, did Supernatural shut the fuck down or something? God damn go to fucking work!" I pushed away completely from Jared in a huff and moved past Rob in the doorway. I made quick work of the steps and found my purse before pushing open the back door and throwing myself on the patio lounge chair and lighting a cigarette.

   By the time I got the first drag out the door threw itself open and out stormed the three men insistent on taking care of me.

"Fucking hell, men! Leave me be! I'm fine."

   "Kylin, we both know that's not true." Jared prodded, crossing his arms and looking down at me.

   Rob joined me on chair and wrapped a shoulder around me as I inhaled the nicotine again, worrying the ashes to the concrete, "You're not reacting the typical way you do, hon. We're kinda worried about you."

   "And you three are the poster boys for mental fucking health? Christ, Rob, you pop so many fucking Xanax I'm surprised you can fucking see straight. Misha is the biggest fucking narcissistic ass hole I've ever met in my life. And don't even get me started on you, Jared Tristan Padalecki, you overgrown nutcase!" I heaved myself out of Rob's arms and tossed the cigarette away from me before huffing into the house and to the bathroom and slamming the door.

   "Look, guys, I'm fine, really. For now anyway. I get it, I'm acting weird or whatever. Maybe I'm desensitizing myself, who knows. Just let me deal with this myself, please?" I pleaded as I flipped the pancakes in Rob's kitchen, looking over to the bar where the three men sat with their coffee and teas.

   "Come to Vancouver with us." Jared insisted, reaching for the plate I handed him.

   I sighed while placing one hand on my hip and the other rubbing my forehead, "I don't know, Jare, You know I hate that place."

   "Come onnnn, pleaseeeeee." Misha whined, swinging his shoulders for good measure, earning him an eye roll from me and Rob.

   "You could stay here with me?" Rob piped in quietly, sweet and hopeful expression on his face.

   I smiled back, but gave him a knowing look. He chuckled and looked down at his mug, "Can't blame a man for trying."

   "I wish I could go back to my fucking house." I confessed, taking a sip out of my cup of hazelnut goodness.

   "Just come back with us, Kay. Please. Jensen's worried fucking sick, Douche bag knows where you live, knows you're in the city. It's the safest. We have to keep you safe until we figure out how to handle this creep." Jared begged, hands in the praying formation.

 I cringed, knowing he was being logical. I didn't feel like being logical though.

"I could go back to Dallas..."

   I was met with three sets of disapproving eyes and groans. I surrendered, not having the emotional capability to continue my argument, "Fine, but Jared's paying for my plane ticket."

   The disappointment on Rob's face was evident, but I knew he understood. Him and Mollie would be back together in no time per usual anyway. I just hoped she wouldn't be too pissed about me borrowing her husband for my comfort like she had in the past given the circumstances.

   It had been 3 weeks with me back shlepping cups of tea and following Misha around like a chicken with my head cut on the set of Supernatural when Jensen told me they were bringing John Winchester back to the show for a one-episode guest appearance.

"I'm going home." I stated simply.

"And where the fuck is that?" Jensen quizzed, annoyed look on his face.

"I don't know, Jense. I can't be here. I can't fucking see-"

   "Me?" the deep drawl sank it's way into my soul before I even had the chance to anticipate it.

'Of fucking course they would do this shit to me.'

   "Yes, you. " I hissed, spinning around to face the voice. My throat caught my breath as he looked at me from his place at the door way of Jensen's trailer. I lied, "I fucking hate you."

   "Not my favorite person in the world either, sweet pea. But here I am." he spread his arms wide in gesture, selfish smirk playing on his lips.

   "How the fuck are you supposed to play John again anyway? You're not even fat anymore." What meant to sound like an insult actually came out more of a compliment, earning me a chuckle from the man who moved further into the area.

   "One, I was never fat to begin with. And two, with class, sweetheart, with class. Something you should learn about." He snickered as his eyes trailed over the love bruises and bite marks adorning my neck. Rob was in town working as well with Chuck being in the episode, and we had spent the weekend held up in my tiny apartment 'passing time.'

   "Because you don't need a lesson yourself. How's Tanya?" I jabbed, stepping closer to him. Jensen sighed from the couch and reached for my hand, attempting to pull me back.

"Kylin," Jensen warned.

   The expression on Jeffrey's face shifted before his eyes flicked down to Jensen where he sat on the couch and then back to me, "You didn't tell her, Jay?"

Another sigh from my brother, "Figured that's something you should do."

   I ripped my hand away from Jensen and turned to look between the two men, then to Misha at his place beside Jensen as I crossed my arms and furrowed my brow, "What the fuck are ya'll talking about?"

   "She killed herself, Kylin." Jeffrey said lowly, voice laced with embarrassment and shame, "The night I saved you."

   The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and I inhaled deeply as my brain registered his words. I exhaled loudly before speaking again. The guilt tried to creep its way in, but I wouldn't allow it. Instead, something else snapped and a grin appeared on my face as my eyes twinkled, "Good fucking riddance."

   It was like a blow to the whole room. Jensen instantly stood from his spot and grabbed my arm to turn me towards him, "You don't mean that, sis. You know you don't."

   His eyes searched mine for a second and my grin got bigger, warping into a full fledged beaming smile as I turned to face Jeffrey again, "Of course I do. Fucking whore had it coming. Tell me, Mr. J, did you go to her funeral? Did you weep?" A psychotic chuckle fluttered out of my mouth before I could stop it, "Do you miss your mistress?"

   "Alright, that's enough." Misha hissed, standing up and moving between Jeffrey and I. He looked down at me with dominating eyes, one eye brow raised suggestively, "The fuck are you doing, Ky?"

   "What am I doing? What am I doing?" I scoffed, tilting my head with a jerk as I peered up at him, "The fuck are you doing, Dmitri?"

   I didn't give them the time to answer before storming out, pushing my shoulder against Jeffrey's arm to move him out of my way upon exit. He followed me, naturally, and reached for my hand to slow me down. I twisted out of his grasp and slapped him across the face with my other hand before he grabbed me by both of my wrists and jerked me to him.

   "You have hit me more times than I should have allowed, little girl. That will be the last fucking time, do you understand me?" He growled through gritted teeth, staring down at me with pure anger flitting through his already dark eyes. His breath was lingering on my face, and I couldn't help but want to lean in just a little bit further...

"Do you...understand..." he growled out again.

  My eyes flicked back up from his lips to his eyes, wondering at him in amazement at how he could suddenly send my whole world crashing down around me. His blackened eyes scowling at me as he held me to him, practically lifting me off my feet as he held me still.

"Yes sir." I whimpered against my will, and he loosened his grip and pushed me out of his arms with a grunt and a huff. He kept his hand around my wrist and began to lead me towards the guest trailers.

  "You're gonna come with me and you're gonna listen to me, ya hear?" He instructed, to which I just nodded my head with my eyes forward.

   He opened the door to the trailer for me and I entered, quickly finding a seat at the far end of the sofa. He sat on the opposite end and turned towards me.

   "Alright. I know I fucked up, doll. I know I did, and I feel terrible about it. I haven't had a good night since you left." He started, breathing deeply to fight against the tears I saw forming in the corners of his eye, "I should have been honest with you from the get go, but I didn't want you to flip out the way I know you would."

   "My boyfriend is keeping some bitch secret at his house while leaving me alone constantly while I cook and clean for him and his friend. And you fucked her. You fucked her and then came back and slept in the same bed with me." Anger started to seethe through me, and Jeffrey could tell. He raised a hand to stop me before I could continue.

   "I never slept with her, baby girl. Never. She was insane and delusional. I didn't know what to do with her but I didn't want her to kill herself." He looked towards the other side of the room as he scrubbed his face and beard, "I was looking for help for her, but then all that shit happened and she just showed the fuck up. You left. I knew I had to explain it to you but you never gave me the chance and then when I found you like...that...." He trailed off, eyes flitting across my neck once more, "And all that other shit happened...I almost killed that man for touching you. I saw the blood, and the other and I almost pulled that trigger right there."

He was sobbing now, and it took everything in me not to want to comfort him.

   "Then when I dropped you at Rob's I realized where half of those fucking marks came from, I wanted to stomp his fucking head in, but the hell, I couldn't blame the guy. I just wish it would have meant more to you for it to be with me."

   "It was supposed to be with you, but I wanted it to be with someone who I knew loved me."

   He scoffed, pulling his head back slightly in offence, "I loved you with all of my fucking soul, woman. I still fucking do."

It was my turn to huff, "Whatever."

   He ignored me, and continued, "I was so pissed when I got back to Georgia that all I wanted to do was forget about you. I was gonna take her, keep her, and forget about everything else...But then I found her."

   "Sorry to ruin your dream." I mumbled, looking away from him with sarcastically raised brows.

   "Jesus Christ." he huffed, shaking his head in amazement before squinting, "Will you shut the fuck up?"

"No."

"Of course not."

   I smirked at him as I watched him light a cigarette. Figuring I still hadn’t given him enough shit, I reached forward and snatched the pack from his hand and pulled one out for myself before leaning back on the couch and draping my legs across his lap.

   "We always end up on a couch, you know," I teased, suggestive eyebrows wagging themselves naturally as I raised the cancer stick to my lips. Jeff rolled his eyes at me but clasped his big hands around my tiny ankles. Probably a defensive notion, I really did have the perfect angle to kick him in the nuts.

   "I found her in the bathtub, all bloody from her slitting her wrists, and all I could picture was what you would look like if I hadn't made it to you in time." He looked down at his hands and began rubbing gentle circles into my skin as his tears began to fall again, "How I was so fucking stupid."

I stayed silent as I took another drag.

   "I'm gonna get you back, Kylin. I swear to you that. I know I hurt you and I know I lied but I will make you trust me again. I swear it." He nodded his head with the promise before shifting his head back to me, "I swear."

   I stared at him in awe, unsure of what to say before he grabbed my free hand and pulled me to sit up closer to him. He stomped his cigarette out in the ashtray on the coffee table before gripping both of his hands into my hair and pulling me against his mouth. I whimpered in protest, but it soon turned into a whimper of need as the killing fields that was the scruff on his face came in contact iwth my skin. I was lost all over again for a second as he parted my lips with his tongue and sank into me, my free hand moving to pull him closer by the collar of his shirt. He slipped one hand around to gently hold my jaw while his mouth worked against mine. We stayed like that for a  while, just kissing, and he had just made the move to crawl on top of me when there was a loud rapping a the door.

   "5 minutes on set, Jeff!" the helper called out. Jeff called back to the man with a grunt before pulling off of me.

   "Fuck me." Jeffrey hissed in annoyance as he adjusted himself in his pants. I re positioned myself as well before standing, making sure my shirt was arranged and my bra wasn't showing too bad.

   "Fucking Christ" I murmured, checking my reflection of smeared khol in the mirror by the door, "I look like shit."

   "Impossible." he contested, shaking a finger at me as he ran his other hand through his hair, "Always fucking perfect."

   I smiled, using the end of my hoodie's sleeve to wipe under my eyes, "Thanks, Jeff."

He smiled back brighter at me, excited to say the words, "Anytime, Sweetheart."

   Rob caught up to us as we got close to the set. Jeff and I had been walking side by side, but far enough apart not to make it awkward. Of course, Robbie instantly knew what was up and his eyebrows quickly rose to his hair line as he looked at my kiss swollen lips and smeared eyeliner. Throwing his arm over my shoulder and pulling me slightly away while adjusting his glasses with his other hand and leaning closer to my ear, he whispered, "Back at it again already, huh?"

   "Don't start with me, Benedict," I glared up at him while wrapping my own arm around his waist, "Not a fucking word."

   He rolled his eyes with a knowing smirk but nodded none the less. I looked back to the left to see Jeffrey staring at me intently before giving me a sad smile as we approached where we needed to be.

   "Everything okay now?" Jensen asked, looking between me and Jeffrey with raised hands, ready to get the scene started.

   "Everything's peachy, bubs. Sorry. Get to work!" I promised with a grin before kissing Rob on the cheek and skipping over to my usual spot in Misha's cast chair.

   Misha soon joined me, standing behind me where I sat playing on my phone. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently messaged them before leaning down to whisper in my ear, "You okay now, little demon child?"

   "Not really," I admitted with a sigh. I leaned over a little bit to the side so I could crane my neck to look at him, "This is all so fucking ridiculous."

   "We all saw that little tantrum you pulled outside, and his reaction. And yours. You need to be careful, you know."

   "I'm not trying to not be careful, Mish, I'm not trying to do anything." I mumbled, eyes returning to where Rob and Jeff were speaking their lines. There was obviously a weird tension there, but somehow the two actors didn't let it show through to the camera.

   "This week is going to be difficult, you know. But at least we have a convention this weekend." Misha sighed, kneading my shoulders a little firmer as I rolled my head into his belly behind me. I groaned at the idea of having to be surrounded by people, even though I knew how much Misha loved them.

   "Fucking Iowa." I grunted, rolling my eyes. If only I had known then what I know now.

   Misha was 100% correct about the week being difficult. I didn't know how I felt about what Jeffrey had said to me, or the kiss that we had shared in the trailer. Robbie obviously knew something was up, and pulled back the reigns on our displays of affections. He still cuddled with me at night, but I guess it was really a silent decision between the both of us to not make a move to be intimate again. I absolutely adored the man, loved him, even, and I knew he felt the same way about me. I also knew though that he loved his wife, and no one could ever take her place in his heart. He would wait a hundred years if it meant for him to be with her again.

   I completely avoided Jeffrey at all costs, for also obvious reasons. I knew the affect he had on me, that I didn't stand a chance of standing my ground and keeping my distance from him. My heart was still broken, and I knew I wasn't thinking clearly when it came to him. No matter how much my heart stuttered when he touched me or my breath got caught in my throat when he smiled, he broke me almost just as much as Anthony did. It was going to take more than some sweet words and a stolen kiss for me to crumble.

   "Why won't you just fuckin' talk to me, girl?" He begged, trailing behind me one morning as I was bringing Misha his cup of tea and something to eat for breakfast. He had gotten here earlier than usual, and I wasn't able to dodge him for once. It was Friday, and we were all scheduled to fly out that evening. Jeffrey would be going back to Georgia to continue The Walking Dead, the rest of us to Des Moines for the weekend.

   "Because I don't want to talk to you, Jeffrey." I replied simply, looking back as I quickened my pace.

"How am I supposed to fix this if you won't talk to me?"

   I stopped quickly and turned to face him, him slamming on his own heels to keep from knocking into me, "Maybe I'm not ready for you to fix it? Ever think that this is not a decision for you to make?"

   His shoulders fell in exasperation, his eyes flicking from mine to look up as his head tilted so he could gather his thoughts. He brought his hands to his hips with a sigh and bowed his head, shaking it slightly, "Will you ever be?"

'Good question'

     I truly didn't know. I loved this man, I knew I did. I knew I would probably forever. Even at that moment, his presence bewildered me and it was hard for me to stay focused. I had to constantly remind myself that I couldn't give in to him or he would see it as something that I didn't have  a problem with. I had to stand my ground.

   "You're just going to try and find out, I guess. Not yet though, Jeff. I have my own healing to do."

"You mean with Rob?" He scoffed, shaking his head.

   "Wow, really working your case there, Mr. Morgan." I started back off towards Misha, not caring if Jeff followed at that point.

He didn't follow.

   I was dipping and dodging through the sea of people with a cup of hot coffee in one hand and Misha's stupid tea in the other, attempting to get to him before it was time for his autographs. We had been up since we landed at the airport at 4 am after a layover and as per usual for our arrivals only had minimal time to make our selves presentable. I threw Misha together an assemble that wouldn't make Jensen cringe or Jared make fun of him after getting out of the shower and then set about making myself look human.

   I had let my hair hang down my waist in waves, throwing on my usual makeup of dark eyeliner, black eye shadow, and lashes. Feeling moody, I lined my lips in the same kohl liner and filled them in with my matte black lipstick. Knowing I'd be running around everywhere today and that it was probably going to be cold as shit, I wore my tight black tights with my comfy converse, finalizing everything with my newest Cannibal Corpse t shirt.

   I was regretting my fucking life the moment I side stepped forward and slammed into a very broad, very firm chest, coffee and tea flying everywhere.

"Jesus Christ." I hissed as the scalding liquid felt like it was melting my hands.

   Thankfully nothing got on either of our clothing except our shoes, which I noticed were matching as I raised my eyes over the dark jeans and black t-shirt, up to the poor man's face.

   "I am so sor- Wow, holy shit you are fucking beautiful." The man said, smiling at me and sliding his sunglasses down his nose to make eye contact. My eyeballs almost popped out of their fucking sockets.

   "You're fucking Cor-" I started, but the man instantly held his finger up to his lips to silence me as he looked around. ‘I thought he’d be taller.’

   "Shhhh," he grinned with a wink, "Sorry about your coffee, let me get you another one?"

'I wish I had the fucking time.'

   "Eerr, sorry, I don't have the time, I'm in a rush as it was, now my boss is gonna bitch at me as it is, " I laughed nervously, shaking my head.

   "Well, maybe I'll see you around then," He winked again, licking his lips in a way that made my mouth dry.

'Jesus Christ, Kylin, calm the fuck down.'

   "Y-Y-Yeah," I replied, small nervous smile playing over my face as he pulled me into a small hug before waving while walking away.

'Who's fucking life is this?!'

   It was my life, apparently, and it seemed to keep getting weirder and fucking weirder.

   I was in my usual spot behind Misha while he was signing his autos and doing his thing, ignoring the few whispers that creeped past him about me when the fans noticed my presence behind him.

   "I heard her and Jeff broke up. She went crazy at The Walking Dead set or something, bitch is apparently psychotic."

   I rolled my eyes and continued to work on my laptop behind me when his voice broke through and Misha turned to me with a knowing smirk adorning his face.

   "Kylin, look what it is, my tea from this morning." Misha teased, holding up a lidded cup for me to see. My eyes instantly widened as I past him to the man on the other side of the table who stood there extending another cup in my direction.

   I sat the laptop in the chair beside me and nervously stood up, taking the cup from his hands and stuttering out a "Thank you."

"Anytime, Sweetheart" he smiled with a nod.

'Oh no he just fucking didn't.'

   "Hey, I know where I've seen you before, you're from Stone Sour, aren't you?" Misha inturrpted our eye contact, and Corey Taylor turned to look at him.

"Yeah man. I love the show."

   "That's fucking awesome, dude. Kylin here got me into some of your music. She's always subjecting me to weird shit."

   "Dmitri!" I scolded, face burning red as I brought my hands to cover my embarrasment.

   Ignoring me, he continued his prods when he noticed the Gold Pass dangling from the other manm's neck, "You coming to the concert tonight?"

   "Wouldn't miss it." Corey answered, nodding his head as his eyes flicked back to mine.

"Good, because Kylin here is gonna be singing."

"No I'm fucking no-"

   "Yes you are." It was Rob who had came up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist and place his chin on my shoulder as he lifted me off my feet slightly.

   "You sing?" Corey's eyebrows lifted in surprise. My face got impossibly hotter. Vermillion, you could say.

   "Like a fucking angel." Rob commented, squeezing me a bit more before letting go, "Her voice will make you fall in love with her."

   I moved one hand away from my chest to turn and smack his chest, and he retorted with his own smack to my ass before making his way past us to where Billy Moran had called him over.

"Now that's something I'll definitely have to see."

   "Now this next song is for the lovely and ever talented Mark Sheppard, who we definitely still mourn for." Rob said as he introduced the next set. Mark sat behind the drums and gave a laugh as he clicked his drum sticks together. I walked on to the stage in my tight black dress to stand beside Robbie, who wrapped his free arm around me and kissed my cheek before speaking again, "Kylin here's gonna sing it for me, because well, it's a girl's song. But I hope you like it."

   "Makes me think of you, Sheppy." I giggled as Rob started the Louden Swain version of my favorite Halsey song.

   I held the microphone in it's place on the stand, swaying my hips back and forth with the time of the beat that Mark was playing.

‘My demons are begging me to open up my mouth I need them, mechanically make the words come out They fight me, vigorous and angry, watch them pounce Ignite me, licking up the flames they bring about’

   I turned back towards Mark, smiling and pointing at him with a smile as I continued,

‘I sold my soul to a three-piece And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But it's the devil that's tryna’

   I turned back to the crowd and scanned the fans, quickly able to find Corey's unmistakable face past the bright lights.

‘Hold me down, hold me down Sneaking out the back door, make no sound Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for’

   Briana soon joined me on stage and I let her take over the rest of the second verse as the rest of the cast crowded onto the stage. I made my way over to Jared, motioning him to Corey silently. He beamed when he recognized him and instantly made his way back behind stage to retrieve him to join us.

   You would have thought Corey Taylor was a fan boy or something the way his eyes widened and he looked up at Jared when he finally approached him. He nodded vigorously at something Jay said, then followed him back to the back stage area before climbing up with the rest of us. 

   "Corey fucking Taylor everyone!" Jared bellowed into a mic, throwing his arm around Corey's shoulder as he stood there star-struck. If only he knew how much Jared was probably pissing himself. The crowd errupted, equally freaking, and Corey shook his head and lifted the mic that had been handed to him

   "Holy fuckingg shit, guys. This is fucking amazing." He beamed, eyes glancing over the stage and landing on me, "I should spill cups of coffee more often."

   Everyone laughed as the band died down and Misha retold the story of the autographs earlier, my ears darkening at my own embarrasment.

   "I'm a fucking clutz" I commented, shaking my head with my hand on my forehead.

   "A cute one, though." Corey commented in the microphone, earning a bout of 'oooohs' trailing through the audience.

  "She is, isn't she." Rob cooed, a bite to his voice that only I could hear. I tilted my head in his direction and gave him a look at which he rolled his eyes to me.

   Richard and Rob ended the concert and said their salutations as everyone piled back into the backstage area and headed for the green room. I was walking with Jared and Corey when Jensen approached us from behind.

   "Hey man, we're all going out for drinks in a minute, you wanna join us?" Jensen asked Corey, who's eyes immediately went wide.

   "Really? Fuck yeah, dude." Corey replied ecstatically, irises twinkling as he looked from Jensen to me, "You coming?"

   "Of course the little sister is coming, she's gotta make sure our drunk asses make it back." Jared chuckled, throwing a huge arm around my waist and pulling me to his side. Corey's eyes went wide again in realization of who I was.

   "Holy fucking shit, I thought you looked so familiar. Aren't you dating Negan? I love that dude, man." My world came tumbling down as my eyes shifted to my feet and I felt Jared's fingers dig a little further into my side for comfort. I gave a little smile before replying, "We're not dating anymore. Just kinda friends now."

   His face fell for a moment but something else replaced the expression shortly after, "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart. That shit sucks."

   I gave him another small smile and a nod, Thankful that Jared knew me well enough to direct the conversation elsewhere, "So where's the best bar to go to around here, man?"

   We ended up at a dark little restaurant that was quiet and secluded, save for our bellows and booms of laughter that filled the small vicinity. We had taken up most of the space, the servers pushing together 3 long tables to accommodate all of us. I was sitting between Rob and Corey, shifting my conversation between the two of them as we all chatted and drank. Corey was fucking hilarious, his sillyness fitting in perfectly with everyone as we down drink after drink. Robbie was obviously feeling the shots he was attempting to match me, and soon was giggly and flirting with both myself and Bri who sat beside him, supplying amusement to me and Corey as he nuzzled against Bri's shoulder.

   "He's such a fucking lush." I commented to Corey, watching Robbie's sloppy face before poking him in the shoulder, "You're gonna make me jelly, Benedict."

   "Pfffft, please, girl, you know you can get this dick anytime you want." He joked drunkenly, forcing Bri and Rich to both bust out laughing. Corey chuckled a bit, mostly confused, and I had to explain to him.

  "Robbie and I have a... close friendship." I giggled in embarrassment, to which Corey nodded in acceptance while taking a sip of the scotch he had ordered.

   Rob slipped his head from it's resting place on Briana and sloshed towards me, chin digging into my shoulder now as he leaned against my back, "She's super good in bed, bro."

   "Jesus Christ, Bob-o, control yourself." Rich barked from his place before standing up and approaching the man, "Ky, can you help me get this shlep some water or something?"

   I nodded and excused myself from the table to follow Rich to the bar. While we were waiting on the bar tender to acknowledge us he turned to me, "What the fuck are you doing, Kay?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I responded, genuinely confused.

   "With Robbie." he answered before asking the bartender for a water bottle and another round of shots for the rest of us who could actually contain themselves.

   "What we always do, Rich. He's already been talking to Mollie again." I shrugged.

"And Jeffrey?" he raised his eyebrows at me.

   "I don't know what you're expecting from me on that one, Rich, because I honestly don't even fucking know myself." I sighed, feeling the defeat seep through me.

   "And now this guy?" He said, quirking an eyebrow while nodding towards the table.

   "Having fun, Richard. I just met the man and he's one of my idols. I'm trying not to fan girl right now."

   He laughed, accepting my answer while grabbing the water as I helped with the shots before walking back over to the table.

   A couple hours later and it was time to head home. We were standing out side the restaurant waiting on Cliff to pull the car around and Corey's cab to come through. Jared had to actually throw Robbie over his shoulder as the man had passed out like gorilla and refused to wake up. I laughed to myself at the thought of the hangover he was going to have to endure the next day during his early morning photo ops.

   "It was really nice to meet you, Kylin. I definitely had the ultimate fan experience tonight." Corey smiled down at me.

   "Ha! Me as well, thank you!" I beamed nervously.

He held out his phone for me with a questioned expression on his face, dial pad pulled up on the screen, "Mind if I..."

   My eyes twinkled and my heart started pounding in my chest as I reached a shaky hand for the phone, "Sure."

   I typed my number in for him and he pressed the call button, my phone vibrating in my purse before I pulled it out and saved his name in my own contact list.

   "Mind if I call or text you? We're doing a show in Vancouver soon, maybe you can come out?" Corey suggested, hopefulness in his voice as he leaned against the brick wall behind us.

'Holy fucking shit.'

   "Y-Y-Yeah, sure, that w-w-would be awesome." I replied as the yellow taxi cab pulled up and honked its horn.

   "Well, thanks for the amazing time, Ms. Ackles. Talk to you soon." he hesitated for a moment, then curled an arm around my hip and dipped me in for a hug.

   "No, thank you, Mr. Taylor." I smiled brightly up at him, butterflies dancing in my chest as he stepped towards the car.

He smirked, then killed me, "Anytime, Sweetheart."

If he only knew what those fucking words meant to me.

part 15 will be released 9/9/17!