#tears my desk in two/lh

[cherrio-krispz]

Bro

Fell x Ink…. Ink would so give that MAN A LOT OF AFFECTION PLS PLPSLSPLS

YOU DON’T EVEN KNOWWW HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE TWO

“Me and my very ADHD boyfriend” - Fell😭😭

[gutzsbie]

I know I already did this but I wanted to make it better and add some other headcanons I had about this idea so here you go! Some are the same as the old one, some have been tweaked and some are new headcanons I wanted to add

CHAI AS A DAD HEADCANONS:

•The baby would almost be a carbon copy of Chai with one or two features from his S/O

•He would be a boy dad (idk why but I feel like he would(im not hinting that he had a boy in my tomodachi life what))

•Chai would try to play it cool during the birth (his poor hand) but as soon as he sees the baby resting on his S/O, he would break and maybe cry (happy tears of course)

•He would be kinda nervous about holding the baby but once he holds them he will NOT let them go

•Chai: "Holy crap! I'm a dad now... I'm gonna be the coolest dad ever! And this little dude gonna be the coolest kid ever!"

•With his musical robot powers he would be in charge of both bedtimes and naptimes cause the baby would knock tf out when in Chai's arms

•During his S/O pregnancy the baby would only really kick or move when Chai puts his robot arm on your baby bump

•When he finds out that his S/O's is pregnant he'd be nervous and a little scared about it but after awhile he'll be chill about it, excited even (this might help with his inferiority complex a bit idk)

•Chai would have to take parental classes and read the baby book cause he would be quite clueless about this stuff even though he claims he's a pro with children (sorry Chai but you are a little stupid /lh)

•I think he would be actually pretty good with the baby minus changing the baby's nappy/diaper

•He'd attempt it but he would struggle and eventually cave in and call his S/O for help

•He would LOVE to dress the baby! He'd put them in lots of cool/cute onsies

•He has a matching shirt for him and the baby that has something like "big rockstar" "little rockstar" on it

•If he got one of those baby front carrier things he would constantly wear it and show off the little dude like the proud dad he is

•When the baby is still a newborn he would take them to the hideout to meet the tea-m (of course he'd show the newborn to 808 first)

•His S/O finds Chai asleep either on the bed or sofa snoring with the baby laying on his chest or resting in his arm also asleep (S/O definitely takes a couple of photos cause it's cute)

•When the baby gets a little older Chai would form a little two person band with him playing his guitar and the baby on drums (banging on random toys or kitchen utensils) and/or sing (making noises)

•I can imagine the baby dancing or doing the toddler bounce to Nine Inch Nails or The Glass Pyramids

•The baby would be accident prone like Chai but instead of nearly getting killed they trip on thin air or run into walls even if they're ultra careful (poor baby ^^;)

•Chai would have so many "conversations" with the little dude once they start cooing/making noises and he could put on a slight baby voice like he kinda does with 808 occasionally in the game

•Chai: "Who's my little rockstar huh?"

•Baby: "Ooh!"

•I feel like the baby's first word would either be "dada" or "cat" that's if 808 is there during the moment (it would be funny)

•Chai would be over the moon if their first word is "dada" and maybe brag about it (he's just a proud dad)

•The baby would love 808 simply cause she's a cat and 808 would love the baby too

•Chai would catch 808 cuddled up next to the baby when they're asleep (he'd get a quick photo and show Peppermint cause again it's cute)

•Speaking of the tea-m...

•Peppermint might not want to hold them but she would have the baby rest in their bouncy chair thing next to her desk and occasionally look over to the baby and talk to them

•Macaron would also love the little dude but he'd be extremely nervous holding them cause of how small they are (I mean look at the size of Macaron(huge lad))

•He might call the baby either "little little guy" or "littler guy"

•Korsica would be fine holding the baby but she might be slightly awkward when trying to talk to the baby

•CNMN would hold the baby in a funny way like holding them out away from him and immediately give them a psyhc profile even if they're only still a newborn (it would only say mini-Chai(for now that is))

•As this happens after the project armstrong defect fiasco and when Roxanne returns, she'd be great with them as she obviously has had experience with children and honestly she'd be happy for you both

•Overall I think he'd be a fun dad and love his little dude

[sillylittlejesterman]

WIP - Reunion

Just a small part of the WIP im working on, it is my lifes work /lh

Remus and Sirius reunite after years of being apart and a messy, complicated relationship in the past. This is just that scene

~~~~~~~~

Classes had ended for the day and the sun slowly sunk down past the horizon. Remus’s classroom was bathed in beautiful golden light as he finally packed away the record player. He’d had this record since he was a little kid. With a quick whip of his wand, the desks had all been moved back to their proper spots and the boggart was safely locked away in the department storage room. Two more days until the full moon. 

Remus examined the old classroom, making his way up the stairs to his office. So many memories are made in this room. So many memories that Remus grasps onto, fearing they’ll slip away. He knows there are things he’s forgotten already, and it pains him. 

The office was bathed in the same golden glow of the sunset that the rest of the classroom was, but there was something more grim about this place. He finds a sort of irony in walking up these stairs to his office; walking up here was an absolute death sentence while Remus was in school. Sirius had made that walk of shame many times before. Here, Remus was now the one sending mischievous students into that office; he was now the one setting up picture frames and quill sets on the creaky old desk - or at least in the space that he could. The room was already filled from the various former Defense teachers. Ancient term papers scattered across the room, being held in place with glass preserved hippogriff claws and vases of dittany stalk; paintings filled the tower walls, holding fragments of the past lives of each professor, reminding Remus of the legacy this position upholds. His first day on the job, Remus even found a paper he’d written as a 6th year, folded neatly on the sagging desk, as if it was just waiting for him to happen upon it; he stared at it for a while, maybe two minutes, maybe ten, lost in the memory of bittersweet days gone by. 

Remus carefully set the record player back on the bookcase, slipping it neatly into the cavity that he created for it to fill. This was one of the few things that Remus truly valued. The record player had followed him to the ends of the earth, and he had no intention of letting that adventure end. 

“I’m happy to know you still have the same silly music taste.” 

Remus’s body froze. That voice was all too familiar. He could feel his muscles tensing with nerves and anticipation. There’s no way that he could really be there. He could feel salty tears start to well in his eyes. There’s no way. 

He gripped the sides of the record player, grounding his senses. He’s had visions of Sirius before; dreams that felt like reality. He’s heard Sirius calling to him from far away, begging for his help, pleading for more time, for understanding.  

‘It’s not real,’ Remus thinks to himself. ‘He can’t be here.’ 

But knowing the news that Sirius had escaped earlier in the year…could it really be him? The thought of that kept Remus frozen in his spot. He could taste the salt of his tears. 

“Won’t you please turn around and look at me.” 

His voice was smooth, as it always was. Sirius only spoke like that to him. Remus knew if it was anyone else he wouldn’t have this kind of patience. 

“Remus, please.” 

There was a step forward. 

Remus’s breath caught in his throat. 

‘He’s not really here,’ he thought. Remus gathered his courage and let go of the player, packing up the recording and moving to go put it away. He quickly wiped off his face, hoping to hide his involuntary tears. 

“Remus.” 

He shook his head, trying to will those thoughts away. The visions had never ever been like this before, never multiple times at once. Remus began to worry. He busied himself with sorting the records, finding the right one for the next class. Anything to keep the flood of painful memories at bay. 

“He’s not here,” he muttered quietly under his breath. 

“Moony, look at me,” the animagus pleaded once again. 

Remus sorted the books on his shelf, focusing on anything other than Sirius’ ghostly voice. 

“Moony!” Suddenly there was a hand, yanking on Remus’s shoulder. 

“Please just look at me would you.” 

Remus was startled by the strength and reality of his grip. His lip quivered with anxiety and fear. He was really here. 

Standing in front of him was truly Sirius. He could feel the texture of his hands, grasping ever so tightly to his shirt, his other hand rested gently on his other shoulder. Remus couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. 

“N-no,” he muttered. “No. You- no…” He shoved Sirius off, somewhat hesitantly. If it was really him, he never wanted to let go, but he could never be sure.

“Moony..”

“No!” He frantically wiped away his tears. Sirius looked ghostly. His skin was paler than Remus remembered, he looked starved and skinnier. His curls were matted and his body was covered with inky tattoos. Remus recognized the moons stretching across his sharp collar bones. He remembered when Sirius surprised him with those. The thought only made him cry even more. 

“You… you are putting everyone here and yourself in danger, you-” His voice wavered under the weight of the pain. Remus kept his gaze down, fearing to look Sirius in the eye. “You hurt our friends you-” 

“You and I both know I would never-” 

“You hurt me!” Remus continued, still avoiding the pleading gaze of Sirius Black. 

“And I have spent twelve years wishing everyday that I had done something- anything different,” Sirius interrupted, raising his voice for the first time. “So please, please just listen to me.”

Remus finally met his gaze. With all the changes to Sirius’s appearance, the ghostly pale skin, hollowed cheeks and grimy clothes; his bony limbs and matted, dirty hair, one thing still was the same. His eyes. His beautiful blue gray eyes, his eyes that pleaded and begged for mercy whenever he looked at Remus, the eyes that held the weight of the world at sixteen years old, the first pair of beautiful eyes that looked at Remus with pure, unconditional love. Although the vibrancy has faded, his eyes still remain Sirius’ only tell, for as strong and confident he might seem, one look and Remus knew exactly what he was thinking. 

“Your eyes are still the same.” Remus couldn’t help himself. 

“Now that’s a little forward after so many years, Moony.” Sirius smirked, trying his hardest to lighten the situation. 

[kithtaehyung]

I'm speechless but in a good way! I knew this piece was going to tear my heart into pieces and it did. . and it did! I thought "it's going to be more heartbreaking than forfeit isn't it. ." oh future wine you couldn't be even more correct. Such an outstanding story..

First off: Jungkook scene

I was legit holding my breath throughout the scene, I knew Jungkook was going to do something that makes me put my phone down and exit the room ( and he did! )

Protective brother and boyfriend? hell yes. I was cheering for bro to beat his ass and yn told him to stop and I was like "you're right.. he holds a strong punch.."

Wow wow so many emotions in this scene alone, yns dialogue truly had me moved and pierced my heart many times. Their feelings matter so so much and I completely understand them.

I won't lie my brain stopped working when yn said they still love Jungkook and when they said "not in a way you want me to" I let out the longest breath ever.. don't scare me Ryen! /lh

God.. someone get me a friend like Dom, please? most realistic girlfriend you need! The way she has both yn and Yoongi's back? Hard to find a friend like her!

Second: The beauty between YN and Yoongi

Wow wow Wow. It felt like a punch in the stomach when Yoongi told them they had to wait for a while, I was literally scared for them both and wondered how long it was going to be ( and I got my answer later on :') )

It was just nights ago that you cradled all his moonlight in your palms.

And now you’ll be farther apart than stars. 

Beautiful lines, truly, almost let a few tears fall just from those lines alone!

This is a little personal, and I've wrote about this many times, but I just love the way you write yn. I was never able to relate to other yns in other writings but this one? This one, this is the one for me. How could I cry so much from their dialogue or story alone? I always asked myself that I realize it's because they're the exact replica of me. An overthinking mess, low self-esteem but confident when they needed to be, considerate of others, apologetic, always too scared to reach out or voice their thoughts, you name it. When they describe people as seasons, I understood them completely, people come and go, or they stay.

And you suddenly know Yoongi is summer.

Endless. 

RYEN. did you know what you did to me with 2 lines? ALONE? I literally burst out crying and had to pause for a second because I kept smiling like a maniac! Oh I missed these two so much :')

My favorite thing about yn and Yoongi? They're each other's safe space. The way you instantly see their moods being brighter when they're together and see how they've seen each other at their most vulnerable moments. I'm just- AH.

Yoongi playing the guitar Yoongi playing the guitar Yoongi playing the guitar Yoongi playing the guitar Yoongi-

Uhm. Uhm hand in marriage? For both, please! You and every reader is invited to me, Yoongis, and yn's wedding I hope you all show up! The smut scene had me in shambles and when yn told Yoongi to do all of those things? Yeah Yoongi I get it, I do.

THE DESK?? THE DESK?? GUYS THE DES-

Happy God Damn Pride Month To Me.

And back to fluffiness and a sprinkle of sadness: THE RELEASE PARTY! THE CHAMPIONSHIP YES!! GOD ( Ryen ) MAKE THESE TWO HAPPY ( oh wine don't forget the ending .. )

THEY GAGGED ME SO BAD OH MAN I MISS THEM

Last but not least: yn and bro

Their sibling dynamic is just, chefs kiss! Them reminiscing on their past and the part about bro dressing up to look more mature to get food? Adorable but also heartbreaking :(

Screw the goddamn parents!

“Cus I feel… Uhh.” He moves his lips around in thought, as if the next sentence takes strategy to arrange. “I feel like we don’t really talk anymore.” 

“…Oh."

clenching my fists I totally get how depressing it is when siblings lose that type of connection or become more distant, especially since they were so close and had each other's back!

THE ENDING THE ENDING OH GOD THE ENDING IM SCARED

-🍷

WINEEE omfg this commentary is absolutely stunning! thank you so much for reading and taking the time to write all of this out, i am speechless? but i can't be speechless for long bc we got things to sAY

I'm speechless but in a good way! I knew this piece was going to tear my heart into pieces and it did. . and it did! I thought "it's going to be more heartbreaking than forfeit isn't it. ." oh future wine you couldn't be even more correct. Such an outstanding story..

forfeit broke me emotionally, and so did this one. just in a different way bc things between them have been fleshed out in forfeit<33

I was legit holding my breath throughout the scene, I knew Jungkook was going to do something that makes me put my phone down and exit the room ( and he did! ) Protective brother and boyfriend? hell yes. I was cheering for bro to beat his ass and yn told him to stop and I was like "you're right.. he holds a strong punch.." Wow wow so many emotions in this scene alone, yns dialogue truly had me moved and pierced my heart many times. Their feelings matter so so much and I completely understand them. I won't lie my brain stopped working when yn said they still love Jungkook and when they said "not in a way you want me to" I let out the longest breath ever.. don't scare me Ryen! /lh God.. someone get me a friend like Dom, please? most realistic girlfriend you need! The way she has both yn and Yoongi's back? Hard to find a friend like her!

AHHH the whole beginning took me foreverrrr to finish bc there was a shit ton to juggle and account for! i always need to get into these characters' heads during a scene, while also watching it from a reader perspective. so imagine trying to get through a scene with four people - two of which don't realize they're all part of the same situation dklfjdsjklf it was difficult but we pulled through!

glad the dialogue was good! that's the part that was finished first (which is pretty normal for me) and didn't change much. and DOM BEST DOM BEST!!!!

Second: The beauty between YN and Yoongi Wow wow Wow. It felt like a punch in the stomach when Yoongi told them they had to wait for a while, I was literally scared for them both and wondered how long it was going to be ( and I got my answer later on :') )

it was a HUGE punch to the gut, you're so right :(( especially since we just got through a big talk and don't get time to process!

It was just nights ago that you cradled all his moonlight in your palms. And now you’ll be farther apart than stars.  Beautiful lines, truly, almost let a few tears fall just from those lines alone!

these are one of the parts that i was crying through so *thumbs up underwater* This is a little personal, and I've wrote about this many times, but I just love the way you write yn. I was never able to relate to other yns in other writings but this one? This one, this is the one for me. How could I cry so much from their dialogue or story alone? I always asked myself that I realize it's because they're the exact replica of me. An overthinking mess, low self-esteem but confident when they needed to be, considerate of others, apologetic, always too scared to reach out or voice their thoughts, you name it. When they describe people as seasons, I understood them completely, people come and go, or they stay.

oh, babe :( this makes me feel touched but also i wanna give you a huge hug. i have always been set on making this series as relatable as possible, and that literally starts with reader. are some people gonna be the exact opposite in every way? of course! not all of us fit the same mold. but from what i've experienced and seen, there's a lot of reader in a lot of us. and i wanna also tell everyone that resonates with reader that you are strong, you can be just as confident. you can be this fucking cool while still overthink like hell and not be sure of a lot of things. believe in yourself and know when you need to start complimenting yourself instead of bringing that inner child down.

And you suddenly know Yoongi is summer. Endless.  RYEN. did you know what you did to me with 2 lines? ALONE? I literally burst out crying and had to pause for a second because I kept smiling like a maniac! Oh I missed these two so much :')

I FUCKING CRIED AS SOON AS THESE LINES CAME OUT AND I WAS IN PUBLIC LMAOOOO no joke i was sitting in a damn tea shop. and had to like. tilt my head up and sit back in order to not completely bust out crying. :')))

My favorite thing about yn and Yoongi? They're each other's safe space. The way you instantly see their moods being brighter when they're together and see how they've seen each other at their most vulnerable moments. I'm just- AH. Yoongi playing the guitar Yoongi playing the guitar Yoongi playing the guitar Yoongi playing the guitar Yoongi-

GAHHH this is one of my favorite things to portray bc as soon as they got to reunite?? they both laugh. it's the very first thing that happens and honestly i love that so fcking much😭 and him playing the guitar earlier was just too much for me to handle UGHHH

Uhm. Uhm hand in marriage? For both, please! You and every reader is invited to me, Yoongis, and yn's wedding I hope you all show up! The smut scene had me in shambles and when yn told Yoongi to do all of those things? Yeah Yoongi I get it, I do. THE DESK?? THE DESK?? GUYS THE DES- Happy God Damn Pride Month To Me.

HAPPY GD PRIDE MONTH LMAOOOO the way everyone needs to get in line for reader!!!! move out of the damn way, min!!

And back to fluffiness and a sprinkle of sadness: THE RELEASE PARTY! THE CHAMPIONSHIP YES!! GOD ( Ryen ) MAKE THESE TWO HAPPY ( oh wine don't forget the ending .. ) THEY GAGGED ME SO BAD OH MAN I MISS THEM

so much more to goooooo eheheheh hope you're ready!! i missed them. very very very much. it was so comforting to work on this fr again.

Last but not least: yn and bro Their sibling dynamic is just, chefs kiss! Them reminiscing on their past and the part about bro dressing up to look more mature to get food? Adorable but also heartbreaking :( Screw the goddamn parents!

YES. i love them both and wanna protect them from literally everything ever?? bro really did The Most and i want him to know he's loved!! screw the gd parents!! but that convo was much needed and i'm glad they have each other.

“Cus I feel… Uhh.” He moves his lips around in thought, as if the next sentence takes strategy to arrange. “I feel like we don’t really talk anymore.”  “…Oh." clenching my fists I totally get how depressing it is when siblings lose that type of connection or become more distant, especially since they were so close and had each other's back!

i believe in them! and honestly i think bro is just thinking it's much worse than it is (overthinking? could be familiar? lmao) bc he's the one that travels and his protectiveness does cause other things like hiding info. so. he isn't without his flaws and does have his own hurdles to recognize and overcome!

THE ENDING THE ENDING OH GOD THE ENDING IM SCARED

MWAHAHHAHHAHA YOU SHOULD BE OK BYEEEEE

but seriously, thank you for reading, wine! it's always so fun to respond to asks like these :D gave me a bunch to talk about!

[sunnysviolin]

semiverbal sunny semiverbal sunny semiverbal sunny semiverbal sunny semiverbal s- /lh - autistic sunny anon / ⛅️

Good ask good ask good ask good ask g-

LOL I’m sorry this took forever, but it’s the kick off to my Happy Birthday Mari posts! Even tho this is mostly about Sunny….Okay but Mari is at the center of it all!!!! I kept you waiting for far too long shy sun nonnie...forgive me….my hero vibes are dulling….

Sunny has always been an incredibly quiet boy. Even as a baby when Mari would stand on her tip toes and peer into his crib, he wouldn’t make noises. He didn’t cry like she was always told babies do. He didn’t laugh or shriek or make any of the annoying noises Hero always complained about with Baby Kel

But Sunny didn’t make any noises… even when Mari was sure he wanted to

Mom and dad take her Sundrop to a lot of doctors when he’s still not talking by three, and Mari stays up at night scared sick that her baby brother is not okay. Sunny always seemed okay with not talking, but maybe she just hadn’t been a good big sister and hadn’t noticed

Sunny talks when he’s four. Not many words, and never enough for her parents, but Mari doesn’t mind.

She and Sunny have figured out their language- Drawings. Sunny has dozens of them with him always, loose papers are strewn all over their house. Sunny will draw her with a big happy grin, and Hector, the next door dog, and all sorts of things. Mari makes it her mission to speak Sunny’s language, and she’s pretty good at it

Her parents...they’re another story.

They don’t see what she sees, Sunny’s alphabet of colored pencils and crayons is gibberish to them. Sunny will press a picture of a cookie into her hand, and she will bring him to get a snack, while their mother just pins the picture to the fridge absentmindedely and leaves Sunny to go hungry

Kel and Hero are also good at decoding Sunny’s pictures. Kel in particular, and he takes to doing his own drawings sometimes. His are less literal, less asking, but Hero decodes them all the same. Mari however remains the master of Sunny’s rosetta stone.

When she’s ten and Sunny is six, Mari decides to find a language that her parents can understand too. Mom adn Dad’s frustration is only mounting, and Sunny’s pain is doing the same.

Sunny can talk, they don’t understand why he doesn’t. Sunny is perfectly capable of talking to them, but Mari sees everything. She sees his drawings of walls and people with no mouths, and she knows what her little brother needs.

She picks up a book on sign language at the library. She sits down in a back corner with Hero and drills signs back and forth with him until they’re both sitting with cramped fingers and exhausted brains

It’s here that she tells Hero about the doctors, about what her parents didn’t listen to. Doctors wanted Sunny to go through tests. Something that would’ve helped him. Sunny doesn’t know, and Mari’s parents don’t know that she knows, but Mari knows. Mari knows and there’s nothing she can do. She doesn’t even know if the tests really would have helped, but she knows her brother has things he wants to say that he can’t

Hero takes her hand in his and presses a sign into it. It’s just a closed fist with the thumb over the fingers. S It’s a promise, a declaration that she is not alone. That she is not the only person who is willing to take the extra step for her most beloved person. Her little brother, who so deeply wants to be seen the way everyone else is.

Mari kisses him in an act of desperation. Then she can’t stop herself from kissing him again.

She gets home that night to a tense household. Her parents are cuddled on the couch, her sundrop nowhere in sight. Mari steals upstairs and sees Sunny surrounded by papers, one hand fisted in his hair, the other in his mouth.

She puts her books on the desk as quietly as she possibly can, and kneels down on the floor. She doesn’t have any tools yet, no routines to help. Mari can only sit and wait for him. She doesn’t look at the drawings, a collection of fierce black and red scribbles. Sunny eventually comes back to himself.

He stares up at her with big eyes, no tears like other children, but a sadness that brings tears to Mari’s eyes instead. Rather than let herself fall into despair, Mari thinks only about the work she’s doing

She brings her hands up into two finger guns, one hand coming up to her chin, and then swiping down to join her other hand in front of her chest. She repeats the motion a few times, saying the words out loud

Big sister. Big sister. Big sister.

Sunny is watching her now, eyes no longer sad but still wide. Now there is a curiosity there, a slowly building hope. Mari continues, placing one hand palm open, and patting it with her other hand in a thumbs up. She says her next word out loud

Help. Help. Help.

She combines the two signs Big sister Help. Sunny watches it, and then repeats it cautiously on his own, tilting his head in question. Big sister. Help? Mari nods and pulls Sunny into a tight hug. She can feel his hands moving against her in the motions of the words. The press of his head against her shoulder. They don’t need anything spoken aloud. She can feel his relief at finally being heard.

[doyumacy]

FALLOUT |LH| ELEVEN

*gif not mine

PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck

WARNINGS: mentions of jaemin taeyong. swearing, unprotected sex (fingering, nipple play)

WORD COUNT: 3,2K

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN

the next chapter is the last one !!

“If you’re calling to keep telling me how stupid and idiot I am, then I suggest you hang up. I don’t care what you have to say,” you spoke when you picked Taeyong’s call.

When you told him the news, you didn’t expect for him to react the way he did. He got furious, and you could swear to yourself you had never seen him that furious. You knew he didn’t like Donghyuck, but you never thought he hated him. No. Despise him.

He was deeply upset about losing you. Losing the love of his life to that asshole. Taeyong watched you with tearful eyes and left your house. Now he had to become the heartless villain because if he couldn’t be happy with you, then one could.

“Don’t worry, you made it very clear your lovelife isn’t none of my business,” He muttered.

“Exactly,” you snapped.

“I just called because my mother wants to see you, but I can tell her you’re busy.”

“Oh…” you sighed. “I uhm… tell her I can meet her for lunch tomorrow.”

“Sure.”

And with that, he hung up.

“Your mother isn’t in town,” Jaemin furrowed, looking at Taeyong.

“I know.”

“Are you gonna tell me why you’re being like this?” Jaemin questioned.

“What do you mean?” Taeyong unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat on his chair.

“All weird. You should be happy for her.”

Taeyong rolled his eyes. “And who did she end up with.”

“Donghyuck loves her, yeah, I mean, I don’t exactly support his past but he wants to change and is paying for what he did,” Jaemin shrugged.

“Donghyuck is an asshole,” Taeyong darted his eyes to him.

“But she loves him.”

Taeyong huffed, placing both hands on his desk. Jaemin tilted his head, confused. “Are you perhaps jealous?”

“Why would I be?” Taeyong let his head rest in his hand.

“You tell me.”

“You’re talking nonsense, Jaemin. Go home.”

“Am I?” Jaemin glared at him.

“Fuck off,” Taeyong snorted.

"You're in love with her, aren't you?" Jaemin narrowed his eyes sometimes with slight head tilt

"Yes." Taeyong massaged his temples. "But I guess it doesn't fucking matter now."

"Why you never told her?" Jaemin's voice softened and sat in front of him.

"Because I'm an idiot," Taeyong shook his head in hesitation. "And now she's high off her ass on feelings for him."

Jaemin sighed. "There are plenty of women out there, Tae. Maybe she wasn't for you."

"Yeah." Taeyong stroked his cheek, still head resting in his palm. "Whatever."

After Jaemin left, Taeyong decided to go for a ride and somehow ended up in where your father was hiding. It was one of his warehouses anyways. He parked his car and got off of it. He walked up the stairs and opened the door and found your father sitting on the couch, reading a book.

"Isn't a bit late for visits?" Your father queried, eyes still on the book.

"Your daughter's gonna get married," Taeyong closed the door behind him.

"Congratulations I guess?" He smarted.

Taeyong sighed frustrated. "That wedding can't happen."

"Well, in case you don't recall I don't have the best relationship with her."

"I need to play it by ear something," Taeyong placed his hands on his hips, walking around the room.

"Why do you even care?" Your father glanced at him and then he furrowed.

Taeyong stayed quiet and looked at him. "Now I get why you have me here. This is a passionate revenge.”

Taeyong cocked an eyebrow, looking at him. "You want me to get rid of him, don't you?" Your father inquired.

"That wasn't the plan, but I don't dislike what you said at all." Taeyong sat in front of him.

"I would gladly kill him," Your father smirked. "That son of a bitch ruined my plans. If I didn't get my happy ending then neither does he."

"You know," your father placed the book on the table and continued speaking, "Yuta and I's plan was great, and Haechan or whatever his name is, he simply couldn't keep his hands to himself and fucked up everything.”

“Please don’t remind me you tried to murder her because I still want to rip your head off,” Taeyong snapped.

Your father laughed. “And what's your plan, pretty boy? Killing him and then making her fall in love with you?”

“I wouldn't mind that at all,” Taeyong tilted his head.

“If she never fell in love with you, what makes you think she will after losing his beloved boyfriend?” Your father smarted.

“Because this time I am not a teenager, I am a man,” Taeyong smirked. “A man who is willing to be with her in her grief.”

“You’re pretty messed up, kid.”

“Wanna talk about messed up?” Taeyong raised an eyebrow.

Your father shook his head. “So, do you have something in mind or do you want me to think of something?”

“I have something planned.” Taeyong smiled.

You were waiting for Taeyong's mom outside her favorite restaurant. You frowned when you realized she was late. She was never late for anywhere.

You sighed and got up from the table determined to leave, when Taeyong appeared in front of you. You weren't happy to see him, which was weird. If it had been another occasion, you would be very glad to see him and have lunch together. But not now. You were furious with him.

"You're leaving already?" He asked, looking at you.

You nodded. "I guess your mother couldn't come."

Taeyong pressed his lips together. "I lied to you, she's not even in town."

"Then I better go," you grabbed your bag and walked beside him to leave the restaurant. He grabbed your arm, making you turn back to face him.

You yanked yourself free and hissed. “I don’t wanna argue with you again, Taeyong. I’m leaving.”

"Just... listen to me, please?" His eyes darted yours. "Please."

You let out a resigned sigh. "Fine."

You both sat, him in front of you. "I'm sorry for the way I talked to you. I just... I don't think he's the best for you. I wan-" You opened your mouth but he waved a hand to shoo you. "Let me finish, please."

You bobbed your head. "You know I love you and after what happened, I just want you to be okay. You love Donghyuck, I get it. Still, I don't like him but I'm not gonna lose my friend because of it. You're more important than what I think. So I'm sorry."

You let out a wistful sigh. "I really thought I would never speak to you again. Your words hurt me."

"I know," Taeyong reached out by taking his hand in yours. "And I hate myself so much because of it. I'm sorry."

You nodded and grinned. "Okay."

He cocked his head cutely. "Yes?"

"Yes," you giggled. "Don't do that face. It's impossible to say no to it."

"I know," he winked at you.

And Taeyong smiled to himself. His plan had just begun.

(...)

"Hyuck - fuck," You gasped, fingers tightening in Donghyuck's hair. He only sucked harder, pressing marks into your neck, your fingers continuing appreciating Donghyuck's new gains.

Donghyuck had been training for the past few months and new gains meant the definition in his arms, stomach, thighs and chest. You liked it, God, you liked it. You liked it so much.

He slowly made his way to your nipples where he wet them, biting roughly just to hear you gasp, before blowing on them.

Your shirt essentially torn off, thanks to Donghyuck. You moaned, fingers finding your boyfriend's waist and squeezing.

You gasped as Donghyuck bit down hard on your right boob, before dropping his head right smack in the middle of your chest, breathing heavily as he went to grip your thighs.

"(Y/N)" He was out of breath, moving his hands up to squeeze your waist.

"Hyuck, don't do that" You whined, but still hummed as Donghyuck pressed a kiss from where he rested, right on your sternum.

Donghyuck's lips curved into a smirk, "Do what, love? I love your boobs. They're beautiful." He sounded affected, but smug.

You didn't respond, so Donghyuck took it as encouragement, scraping his teeth over to suck on a nipple, drawing low moans out of you. While one hand dropped down to cup your clothed sex, the other kept squeezing, playing with the other boob. You hissed and bit your lip. “Stop teasing.”

“I’m just taking my time, love.” Donghyuck pressed kisses on your stomach and his hands went to your thighs, stroking them.

You sighed, impatience.  

Lips still touching your skin, he dragged his mouth over to bite your right thigh. You choked, hands suddenly coming to grip Donghyuck's hair.

You needed him inside him. Now.

You fumbled with his pants, unzipping them shakily.

"Hey- fuck, love, wait," Donghyuck mumbled, but lifted his hips obediently when you whined about it. He happily squirmed out of his own pants and boxers when you decided to return the favour.

Your hand was pressed into his hard cock. Right. You were too horny to even wait till you got to the bedroom.

He couldn't blame you, honestly. When you got home after having lunch with Taeyong, you saw Donghyuck working out. You got horny and interrupted his workout session by pushing to the couch without a second thought. And after a steamy make out session, there you were, beneath him.

Without a second thought, he licked his fingers and shoved two up your dripping cunt, eager to start. All the while, you cooed and ran your hands up and down his arms. Donghyuck went back to kissing your chest, gasping all the while.

He had the decency to twist his fingers, quickly finding your sweet spot. You gasped, throwing your head back, feeling dizzy with pleasure.

“Donghyuck,” you gasped, “Hyuck- please.” Lucky for you, Donghyuck seemed just as affected, flushed and panting as he added a third finger, thrusting a little faster just to hear you whimper.

Through the haze, you fumbled with the elastic of Donghyuck's boxers, pulling them down hastily and as best as he could with three fingers stuffed up your pussy. You didn’t even get them all the way down. You needed him inside you, told him so.

Donghyuck gasped, “You’re not ready yet.”

“I don’t care,” You moaned, tugging on his wrist with one hand and squeezing the head of Donghyuck¡s dick with the other, “Need you inside, baby.”

“Fuck, fuck, okay, hold on-” Donghyuck muttered, eyelashes fluttering at the friction.

You kissed his chest, just once, before Donghyuck aligning himself with your entrance, lowering himself down quickly even though it hurt. But as he had learned, you liked that little bit of pain.

They moaned in unison as you began to move, impatient already. Donghyuck's hands flew to your waist, gasping.

“Hey, woah, fuck- love,” he groaned, trying to stop himself from fucking into you as he slowed his hips to a slow grind, throwing his head back teasingly. “Gonna come if you keep doing that,” he warned, eyes fluttering in pleasure.

You laughed breathlessly, "Then come, baby. I'll just make you come again, and again, and again." Donghyuck gasped, digging his fingers into your waist. You hoped he left bruises, hoped he wrecked you.

Donghyuck dug his heels into the couch and thrusted up into you. You moaned enthusiastically.

Donghyuck smirked and kissed you, before thrusting up just to hear you moan.

His gaze turned darker, nails digging into your waist.

"Ah- Hyuck," You arched your back when you felt him going deeper. "Fuck fuck fuck. I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, love," Donghyuck hissed, kissing your neck.

With one more thrust, something snapped inside you and you were coming hard, molten pleasure flooding every inch of your body, pussy fluttering around Donghyuck's cock as he came too, thrusting mindlessly to prolong both your orgasms.

Donghyuck groaned. "Fuck, you're so hot, love." You felt your eyes roll back into your head when he got the angle just right.

Donghyuck's pupils were blown wide, mouth kissed red with a slight sheen of sweat over his whole body. He looked delicious, and made you want even more despite having you both climaxed.

You two had to take a break, panting as you came down from their highs. Donghyuck pulled himself out of you, wincing as it slowly slipped out, rubbing against your oversensitive walls. You cooed softly and reached up to kiss him. Donghyuck smiled softly and lay next to you, eyes half closed, clearly tired.

Your eyes then quickly found the hickeys on your chest and stomach. Particularly your chest. Though they were recent, they were already turning a deep red, and no doubt would turn purple overnight. Donghyuck grinned, proudly. His hand reached out to run it over your crotch.

You, seemingly oblivious, was startled to attention at his touch, and looked down. Your eyes immediately widened, and you gasped, smacking his hand away.

“Oh, my fucking God.” You whined. "You gave me hickeys in my pussy!"

"It's technically not your pussy," he shrugged.

“You’re feral. I have a feral fiancé. I can’t believe… this.” You growled.

Pouting, Donghyuck pulled your hands away and kissed your neck softly.

“Don’t. You look good. You look like you’re mine.” You rolled your eyes fondly, turning your head to bite his lip, prompting a sweet smile from him.

“I’m gonna have a hard time covering these up,” you murmured, pulling him closer to you.

“Don’t.” Donghyuck repeated, laughing airily at your groan. He was a nightmare. "Plus, it's not like someone is going to see them besides me."

“You say so…”

Donghyuck tilted his head to the side, eyes darting to you. “Excuse me?”

You laughed. “I’m kidding, babe.”

He groaned and got on top of you. “I’m gonna show you who you belong to.”

“Another round?” You giggled, clamping your thighs on his waist and locked your ankles. “Why are you always so horny?”

“Because you’re so hot,” he smirked and kissed you. “And you made me mad.”

“I was joking!”

“Too bad.” Without any warning, he pulled away and flipped you over. You cried out in surprise. "Keep your ass down."

"Make me." You smirked.

"Oh love, I am gonna make you eat those words.” Donghyuck slightly spanked you.

(...)

You were in your office when the office phone rang; it was your assistant telling you Taeyong was outside. You told her to let him in. You stood up and fixed your skirt. Taeyong opened the door behind him and smiled at you, greeting you. “Hey you.”

“Hey,” you smirked. He walked to you and kissed your cheek. “What are you doing here?”

“I just had lunch with a friend a couple of blocks away and thought of visiting you,” he explained.

“Oh,” you nodded.

“Are you busy? If you are I can leave,” Taeyong looked at you.

“I’m not,” you assured him. “Take a seat, you want something to drink?”

“I’m okay,” he sat on the leather couch and unbuttoned his suit jacket. “How are you?”

You sat next to him, propping your elbows on the outside back. “I’m great. Hyuck’s getting removed the electronic tracking anklet this weekend.”

He slowly nodded. “Are you guys going somewhere to celebrate it?”

“We’re going somewhere but I still don’t know,” you giggled. “Donghyuck planned something and he refuses to tell me where we’re going.”

“Great, that’s great,” he smiled forcibly. “I hope you guys have a great time.”

“Thank you,” you beamed. “I was also thinking you, Jaemin, Lena and I should go somewhere. It’s been ages since we traveled together.”

Taeyong cocked his head cutely. “Where should we go then?”

“The mountains? I don’t know,” you pouted. “Some places where we can have fun but also stay away from everyone.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” he smiled. “You should invite Donghyuck.”

“Are you gonna be okay with it?” You questioned. “I know you don't like him and I don't want it to be awkward for both of you.”

“I’ll be okay, don't worry,” he shook his head and gave you a comforting smile.

“Fantastic!” You clapped your hands together, smiling.

Taeyong tilted his head, looking at you.  He noticed that your skin looked more rosy and shiny. Almost like glowing. “You look… different.”

You frowned. “Different? How so?”

“I don’t know, but you do look different.”

“Maybe it’s because I got a trim yesterday,” you shrugged.

“Yeah… maybe.”

Taeyong shook his head. “So, when would the trip be?”

“Maybe in 3 weeks?”

“Yeah, I’ll clean my schedule.”

(...)

You snuggled up to your boyfriend, watching the bonfire that burned in the pit before you on the beach. And right now, there was no place you’d rather be than in his arms, lost in the beat of a nearby boombox and the hypnotic glow of the fire.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered in your ear as the fire began to die down. You looked at Donghyuck, with a relaxed smile on your face.

“Just how wonderful tonight is. Being in your arms,” you sighed, softly. “I don’t want it to end.”

“It doesn’t have to,” he said, as he took your left hand in his, and slipped something on your finger. “Marry me?” he asked while you looked down and saw the silver diamond band he placed on your hand.

You turned around to face him. “Wait, are you serious?”

Donghyuck laughed at this. “No,” he said. “I keep fake engagement rings in my pocket just to fuck with people.” He never could control his sarcasm. “Peel back the diamonds, and that’s pure white chocolate.”

“I’m serious, smartass,” you said, playfully punching him in the shoulder.

“So am I,” he replied. “About the proposal, I mean. Not the chocolate.”

“I thought you proposed before..."

"I did, but I didn't have a ring back then," he smiled. "So? Will you marry me?"

"Yes, of course!" you said, throwing your arms around his neck in a hug that sent both of you off of the log Donghyuck was perched on. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Lee Donghyuck,” you whispered in between soft kisses placed on his even softer lips.

He smirked and kissed you back. “Let’s not wait,” you whispered.

“Wait for what?”

“To get married,” you said, louder, as you sat back down on the log. “I never wanted the big wedding anyway. All I want is to be yours. Forever.”

“I guess we could go down to the courthouse tomorrow,” your fiancé pondered.

"We could do that. I don't mind," he beamed. "But we need witnesses and we don't know one here."

You giggled. "My friends will be upset if they are not my witnesses."

[taco-taco-belle]

JB + LH

A modern au because I love those! Lucie and Jesse are seniors in high school. They are studying in the library together, and Lucie is stressing out about college.

Normally Lucie loved the library. It was the only place in her high school that she could concentrate, and complete assignments. Something about the smell of Old books and the cool air calmed her down, and helped Lucie concentrate. It was also the place where her boyfriend of two years Jesse Blackthorne had asked her out for the first time. They had been friends for a long time before that and on one of their daily work sessions in the library, while they were packing up he had turned to her and asked if she wanted to grab a coffee with him sometime. Lucie had harbored a secret crush on Jessie since they were in the seventh grade. So even though she hated coffee which he would later come to find out, she had said yes.

Lucie should especially be content on a beautiful early summer day like this one. Sun streamed through the large bank of windows lining the wood paneled walls. Causing Motes of dust to turn gold and dance across the gray carpet and oak tables. The sounds of fingers hitting computer keys, and papers rustling filled the room. As the librarian humed quietly at her desk, as she stapled papers together and checked out books. However she was the opposite of relaxed.

The end of the school year was drawing closer by the minute, Lucie still had not received a single admissions letter from any of the many colleges she had applied to, not even one of rejection! When she had been admitting her applications Lucie had dreamed of having to decide between schools, and high profile colleges fighting over her. Even though she knew her fantasies had been ridiculous and over-the-top, it was still a shock not to have received a single letter back yet, even from one of the back up colleges she had applied to.

Lucie leaned forward trying to push down the royaling emotions in the pit of her stomach, and instead concentrate on her psychology textbook open on the table in front of her. She felt one of her light brown curls slip free of her braids and tickle her cheek. Lucie was about to tuck it distractedly back into place, when she felt gentle cool fingers already completing the task for her. She looked up to see Jessie smiling at her his straight black hair falling into his eyes, which had turned in even lighter green in the sunlight filtering through the windows behind them. Lucie returned the smile distractedly, before returning to her book.

“Luce is everything all right?” Jesse said a slight note of concern entering his voice.

“ yes just stressed about our psychology final.“ She lied Lucie didn’t want him to think she was jealous of him, because Jesse had already been excepted to NYU. Even though she might be just a little.

“Lucie we’ve known each other since we were 10 I can tell when you’re lying.” He frowned at her. “ now tell me what’s bothering you I want to help you through it whatever it is!.”

She closed her book with a thump and side, Jesse when he wanted to be could be as stubborn as Lucie herself, and she could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t going to let this go.

“ it’s just that I haven’t heard back from any colleges yet, and graduation is coming up soon what if none of the schools want me?” Even Lucie herself hadn’t known how much the prospect terrified her! She fell tears pricking the backs of her eyes and blinked hard. Jesse laced their fingers together and squeezed her hand comfortingly.

“Lu you’re the smartest person I know! You have gotten straight A’s in every class your whole life! You’re going to start getting a letter a day just wait and see.”

She sniffed “ do you really think so? It’s just all my plans for my whole life started with me getting accepted into a good college!.”

Jesse gave her one of his rare smiles that he saved just for Lucie, That had made her fall for him in the first place.

In a few months from now you’re going to be sitting in some fancy college dorm and missing me like crazy! And when you do you will look at this.”

Jesse reached across the table and using his thumb flipped open the necklace at her throat. A silver locket in the shape of a heart that he had given to her as a present at their junior prom. Inside was a picture of them standing with there arms around each other smiling outside her house on her 16th birthday. On the back of the locket engraved into the metal were the initials JB + LH. Lucie laughed and got up from her chair to hug him. He smelled familiar like laundry detergent and mint. Jesse rubbed her back comfortingly.

“ Plus if you don’t get excepted to any colleges after all I’ll drop out of NYU, and we can do our back up plan!.” She drew back from him looking directly into his kind green eyes.

“ Jesse blackthorn I love you but I’m not moving to Cancun and opening a juice bar together!.”

And we’re back! I know that this wasn’t that great but I still hope you guys liked it a little! Thanks for sending in all these writing prompts I love writing for you more than I expected! Don’t forget to like and reblog! Hope you guys are staying healthy!❤️

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

GMH: Setting the Record Straight

Masterlists: [Hollywood U] || [Red Carpet Diaries]  || [Baby Hunt]  || [Love & Scotch HWU/OH ]  ||  [#HollywoodHacks HWU/LH]

The Last Duchess Opening Weekend (four+ parts)

>Part One: Viktor’s Wrath (PG13) >Part Two: Taking Back the Narrative (PG) >Part Three: The Red Carpet Premiere (PG) >Part Four: Just Like the First Time (M)💎 >>Weekend Warriors (PG) >>Good Morning Hollywood - Talking about Viktor (PG13)

– – –

Characters: Alex (MC), Leland St. James, Chazz Javellana, Thomas Hunt

Setting: This takes place immediately after Red Carpet Diaries Book 2. The Last Duchess has opened in theatres and beat Double Agent at the opening weekend box office. Alex (MC) has told the press about Viktor. Leland St. James asked Alex to come on Good Morning Hollywood to talk more about what happened. She has accepted. Thomas and Alex are dating–their friends know, but they are not public yet. 

Rating/TW: PG-13 (due to the rape allegations)

– – –

“My guest today needs little introduction, she stole our hearts as The Last Duchess and her bravery to come forward has led to the ousting of one of this city’s most vile members. Please join me in welcoming my forever Woman Crush Wednesday, Alex!” Leland stood and led a round of applause.

Alex smiled and waved to the audience as she made her way to the chair next to Leland’s desk. “Thank you for having me, Leland! I’m so excited to be back here so soon! Twice in one month!”

“Last time you were here, I predicted you would be a box office queen and now you are!!!! All hail Queen Alex!!!! Congratulations on the success of The Last Duchess. The film is AMAZING!!! Don’t forget to thank me when you accept your awards for best lead actress!” Leland teased with a sly wink. 

“I think I speak for everyone at The Last Duchess when I say thank you to everyone who came out to support our film this past weekend. We made the film quickly with a small budget, but I think everyone’s hard work and dedication to the project really came through on screen,” Alex beamed as she remembered all the long, but rewarding days of filming.

“Don’t be so modest,” Leland interrupted. “The Last Duchess didn’t just do well, it SLAYEDDD at both the domestic and international box offices. It’s the number one film across the globe and everyone is talking about it and you! Speaking of which, can we all just take a moment to appreciate this.” He held up a photo of Alex, Chris, and Thomas from the Red Carpet Premiere. “Can we just talk about that crown for a minute, Queen Alex?”

Alex blushed as she studied the photo, but for a different reason than the tiara. She knew why Thomas’s eyes smiled, despite his best attempts to keep his apathetic expression. 

“The crown was so beautiful,” Alex maveled, resting a modest hand over her heart. “I was in awe that the people of Cordonia would trust me with such a valuable item, if only for one evening. Our time filming there was some of the best moments of my life. It is truly a remarkable country. I hope to have the chance to visit again soon!”

“As much as I’d love to spend our time talking about more pleasant things,” Leland said hesitantly. “I know that isn’t why you decided to come here today.”

Alex nodded.

“Then, let’s just get straight to it,” Leland suggested. “Over the past several months there have been numerous reports about you in the press, many of them negative. I know prior to the release of The Last Duchess, you had tried not to address many of these stories. You and I talked before the show and I think you are ready to set the record straight?”

“I try not to address tabloid gossip. I feel it only gives the original story more attention,” Alex explained. “However, I feel like I need to tell my side of the story now that I have a platform to do so. Several months ago, there were reports that I had bullied students in high school. That is simply not true, nor was my supposed social media replies. I was locked out of all my social media accounts for weeks. I didn’t retain access to my accounts until after I was fired from Double Agent. The reports that I traded sex for favors on-set are also not true. All of these reports were made by Viktor in hopes of controlling me.”

“Viktor Montmartre,” Leland interjected.“As we know now, Viktor tried to force himself on you and many other women.”

“Right,” Alex responded. She took a deep breath and continued. “When I said no and I escaped him, he promised to ruin me until I behaved for him.”

“The negative press wasn’t all he did to try to control you, is it?” Leland asked.

She shook her head. “No. It was just one part of his plan. The next day, Viktor changed the film so that I was no longer the lead. He took me off the poster completely. He had my trailer removed and replaced with a really old one that was covered with dirt, stains, mold... you name it. When I questioned production about it, no one could give me a straight answer. Later, Victor sent me flowers with a card that said “Next time, behave. -V”

“UGH,” Leland expressed. “How repulsing!”

“When we went to film in Russia, I was told I couldn’t fly with the rest of the cast and crew. I was rescheduled to fly coach. When I arrived, I was told I would not be staying at the hotel with the rest of the cast and was instead put up in a dingy non-descript place. I wouldn’t even call it a hotel. Honestly, flying coach and staying in less than ideal locations –all of this–would be fine if it were not meant as a punishment; if it wasn’t meant to demean me into doing something I did not want to do … Then, obviously all the negative press about The Last Duchess…”

“We know now that Viktor has been accused of more than 20 counts of assault and attempted rape spanning a couple of decades. With more women coming forward daily,” Leland stated. “Do you have any words for him?”

“I really don’t want to waste my breath talking about him,” Alex admitted. “He’s not worth it. He has no hold over me, not anymore. I just hope that he takes responsibility for his actions and spares everyone a trial.”

“Why come forward now?” Leland asked.

“I told myself that if I tried to come forward before I had a platform, Viktor would have drowned out my voice. He had already successfully attacked me in other ways. I felt the best way to address it would be to wait until I felt my voice would be heard and listened to.” 

“But, honestly, that wasn’t the only reason,” Alex continued. “I… I felt ashamed of what happened. For a while, I struggled with feeling responsible for it somehow. I kept thinking about what I could have done to have avoided it. Eventually, I came to the realization that it wasn’t my fault. Viktor is a predator and he took advantage of me. He tried to destroy me because I didn’t ‘behave’ for him. I imagine that I am not the only woman who has been assaulted that feels it was their fault. So, I decided that I couldn’t let him get away with it to hurt someone else; but also, I wanted to let anyone else who might have found themselves in a situation like this know… it is not your fault. Do not ever think less of yourself because of what was done to you. You are a survivor. You are an overcomer. It took me a while to realize this, but now that I have, I will do what I can to help others who have gone through similar or worse experiences.”

“Many of you may not know this, but Alex has been working with a sexual assault support center locally,” Leland explained. Alex shook her head in disbelief at his announcement. “Oh, Alex, you thought we wouldn’t find out? You are an amazing woman. Thanks to you, not only have so many other women been able to come forward and share their stories about Viktor, but you’re helping others who might not have the same voice. You are an inspiration!”

Alex’s eyes filled with tears. 

“Don’t cry yet! On behalf of everyone at Good Morning Hollywood, we would like to present you with a generous donation to be made to the center where you’ve been volunteering.” Leland exclaimed, cupping his hands around his mouth as he shouted, “Bring on the big check!!!! I just love big checks, don’t you?”

“Thank you,” she stammered at a loss for words. Her hands covering her mouth as tears streamed silently down her cheek.

“Thank you,” Leland stressed, before turning his attention to the audience and the cameras. “If you or someone you know has been assaulted, please know there is help for you. We have set up a page on our website with more information. To quote Alex ‘you are an overcomer’.” 

Chazz greeted Alex as she walked off the stage. “You okay?” “Yeah,” she nodded. “I feel... relieved.”

Chazz put his arm around her, letting her lean into him.

“I’m glad I got to tell my story,” Alex continued. 

“You did great!” Chazz said supportively.

“I don’t want to keep reliving it though,” Alex admitted. “I want to move on. I don’t want to do any more interviews about it. Is that okay?”

“Absolutely. I’m sure Leland will love the attention of being the only one with the story,” Chazz reassured her. “We’ll just send any inquiries about it his way.”

Alex smiled. “Should we tell him?”

“Nah,” he returned her smile.

“Thanks,” she whispered. “I’m so glad to have you back.”

“Me too,” Chazz agreed. “Not to change the topic, but I kind of made an assumption about what you might like to do after.”

“Yeah?” she questioned curiously.

“I had two ideas. The first was a bestie ice cream date,” Chazz nudged her. 

“That does sound appealing. I do enjoy ice cream!” Alex grinned. “And the second one?”

“He’s waiting in his car in the parking garage,” Chazz winked. 

Alex thought about the choices for a moment.

“I appreciate that you are actually considering this, but GO!!!” Chazz encouraged her. 

“Movies and ice cream tomorrow night?” she suggested. 

“You got it. Now go!” Chazz directed. Alex kissed his cheek and went to gather her things from her dressing room before going to meet Thomas. 

Alex found Thomas’s car and quickly made her way to it. She hopped in the passenger’s seat. “Ohmygoodness are you Thomas Hunt?! I am such a huge fan. Can you sign this for me?!!”

Thomas rolled his eyes at her. “I see you are doing well.”

“I am now,” Alex leaned over until her lips found his. “Thank you for coming.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” Thomas admitted. “As always, you were exceptional.”

“You watched it?” 

“Obviously,” he stated, his hand brushing over her leg. “You are a remarkable woman, Alex. I hope you feel as though you have reclaimed your narrative.”

“I do,” she smiled. 

“Where would you like to go?” he asked starting the car.

“Can we just get out of the city and drive?” Alex asked.

“Any particular destination?” he questioned.

Alex shook her head. Thomas pulled out of the parking structure and headed out of the city. 

As the buildings of the city started to fade in the distance, Alex pushed the button for the convertible top down. She closed her eyes as she let the wind wash over her. Alex smiled as she finally felt free. 

Thomas smiled to himself as he glanced over to Alex, finding her in peace. He reached over and found her hand, interlaced his fingers with hers. 

Alex opened her eyes momentarily to gaze over at Thomas. His dark hair blew in the summer breeze, the ocean at his back, as they drove down the Pacific Coast Highway. For the first time in a while, everything was perfect.

– – –

Thomas Tags: (let me know if you would like to be added)

  @hopelessromantic1352 ;  @alleksa16 ;  @mfackenthal ;    @flyawayboo;  @alj4890 ; @the-soot-sprite

[bibiko0838]

(KAI VERSUS KAI). ONE HEART FOR LOVE

Chapter 1

Once again, I am left sneaking quick glances at Kai as he tapped intermittently on his keyboard. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he squinted at the small font on his laptop. He’s ignoring me deliberately. On the other side of the room, the other Kai was smirking. I’m ignoring him. I take pride in my intelligence, quick wit and no nonsense attitude. But exactly how I got to this point in my life eludes me.

I sighed loudly, pushing the worn out swivel chair I sat away from the desk. Kai #1 a.k.a. Kim Jongin finally looked up to glare. Not at me but at Kai # 2 a.k.a. Xu Kai. This is going to be a long day. I left them together to run quickly to the bathroom. I have nowhere else to run. It’s all my fault. Why did I date two guys with the same name?

Just to be clear. I wasn’t dating both of them at the same time. I dated Kim Jongin first on and off for two years. Our busy work schedules and his jealous tendencies lead to our last fight and we eventually broke up. I was up for promotion but I had been delaying it since it meant relocating to our company branch in China. I didn’t want to sacrifice my relationship with KAI/Jongin for my career. A week after we broke up, I saw him kissing Jenny. I accepted the promotion and left with a broken heart.

Xu Kai was a constant thorn on my side as soon as I transferred to China. His laidback, cheerful attitude irritated me. He’s tall, handsome, and oozing charm. Females colleagues of all ages constantly find excuses to flirt with him. I had my back turned on him the first time he was introduced to me. As soon as I heard the name Kai I turned around and wrapped my arms around him.

“Hello. Nice to meet you too sweetheart. You might want to let go. HR keep telling me this is actually considered sexual harassment” he chuckled. He smiled at me. I wanted to cry. He is not my Kai.

“I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I thought you were someone else.” I apologized quickly before sticking out my hand for a more formal handshake.

“No worries. You can hug me anytime. Just make sure Huang Zi Tao is not around. He’ll go straight to Kris and tell on you.” He winked at our mutual colleague that made the introductions. Tao just rolled his eyes and handed me a file folder.

“Here, Kris asked me to give this to you. You and Kai can collaborate on the presentation for LH Corp. And FeiFei, word of advice, Kai here is a big flirt. Don’t take him so seriously.” He looked over to where Xu Kai is now sitting comfortably. He gave a meaningful glance before leaving my office.

I decided to bring the file over to Kai to start working but tripped on the corner of the area rug and smacked my shin on the low coffee table. The sudden pain brought tears to my eyes perfectly hiding the ones that had already been gathering there.

“Hey, sit down. That gotta hurt. Here put you foot up.” Kai was unexpectedly gentle and kind as he helped me hobble to the couch. He grabbed some ice from the tiny fridge at the mini bar in my office. He returned hurriedly wrapping the ice cubes in a plain linen Handkerchief.

Hissing in pain, I tried wriggling my injured foot away from his grasp. “Just sit still will ya?”Kai was holding firmly onto my foot. Gone was the flirtatious boy. This is a man used to command ing and expected to be followed. So I stopped trying to pull away and sat awkwardly with one foot on his hand. I didn’t see the smile he had on his handsome face.

“Kai, this is not going to work. I heard that Mr.Lu is a perfectionist” I groaned as I stood up. We were on our fifteenth revision of the presentation. I have to give it to him. He might be a flirt but he works hard and he knows what he is doing. I rolled my stiff neck, attempting to work away the discomfort.

“It will work.” He stood up as well and headed for the now empty coffee pot. He stared at it for a couple of minutes. “Let’s go. I need a break.” He grabbed my hand and dragged me behind him as he strode out.

“Wait! What?” I trotted slightly behind him. Just like Jongin, his long legs covered more distance than what I could easily keep up with.

“Let’s go for a walk. Clear our heads. Get a new perspective before we revise again. Okay?” He noticed my difficulties in keeping up with him and slowed down his pace to match mine. We got on the elevator before I noticed that he was still holding my hand.

“Okay. Let me go back to my office and grab my phone and jacket.” I yanked my hand out from his grasp. My mind was already calculating how much a walk would delay us.

“Forget it. It’s still warm outside, I have my phone, your secretary knows you’re with me, and if you get really cold, you got me.” The corners of his mouth were twitching. He grabbed my hand again but this time he hooked it on his arm. We got a few strange looks as we left the building, crossing the street to the park across the building. He was right. It’s still early summer and the air was warm.

We walked in silence for a few minutes. My mind drifted naturally towards Kai. Kim Kai whom I left behind in Seoul. Kissing Jenny. My eyes clouded with pent up sorrow and pain.

“You’re thinking of him again.” Kai spoke softly beside me. He pulled me out of my own thoughts. We covered a good distance already.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I guiltily asked him. I briefly forgot about work.

“The man who makes your eyes like that. You’re thinking of him again aren’t you?” He responded calmly. I looked over to him. He was looking at me with a ver unreadable expression.

“Yes.” What else am I supposed to say?

“Do you miss him?” Kai inquired.

“I do.” I whispered under my breath.

“Look at me.” He asked, waiting until I looked at him. “It will get better. I promise.”

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Vital Signs, pt 29 (conclusion)

Word Count: 2805 Tags: @to-pick-ourselves-up-7 @outside-the-government, @jimfromsales, @donnaintx, @enterprisewriting @starmission @supermoonpanda @rayleyanns @sistasarah-sallysaidso @flirtswithdanger @anyakinamidala Author’s Note: There’s a few one-shots that go with this fic. If you want to see them, just let me know, and I’ll toss them up too. :)

“I’m blaming you for this.” Tony held a cup of coffee beside my head. I inhaled the rich aroma and opened my eyes slowly.

“What?” I asked, sitting up and taking the cup. He stood on the other side of the coffee table, eyebrow quirked.

“There is a huge knot burned into the roof.”

“What? Tony, you need to make sense,” I complained.

“Was Thor here? Because there’s also an empty box of pop tarts in the kitchen,” he questioned. I felt the realization break across me like a wave. I still wasn’t awake, but at least I knew what he was talking about.

“Yes.” I took a sip from the cup. Swill. Obviously Steve wasn’t in the building yet, and Tony’d had to make the pot himself. I was surprised he hadn’t invented a robot to do it for him.

“He was. And?”

“He said he was going to try to get some answers for me. He’s not back yet.” I thought that was pretty obvious, from the lack of tall, blonde and muscled in the room.

“You fighting with Cap?”

“Huh?”

“You slept here, on the couch.” Tony pointed to the indent my head had left on the cushions.

“No. I was obsessing. I thought I’d come play with the MRI proj-“

“You did not. Tell me you didn’t wreck it,” he interrupted with what appeared to be a genuine look of panic on his face. I couldn’t help but smile. I would have even drawn it out and teased him, were I not certain I could have been target practice the next time he was testing a new suit.

“It became obvious very quickly that I am not as brilliant as you are, and I spent most of the night just playing with my MRI. It was better than staring at the back of Steve’s head.” I held my hands up in surrender. Tony nodded.

“Wanna tell me about the lab tests?” Tony had obviously been to the lab before searching out coffee and me. I shook my head.

“Not really.”

“Am I glad I have no idea what any of those abbreviations mean?”

“Probably. Who would’ve thought biology would be your downfall?” I pondered. He rolled his eyes and headed to the bar. He couldn’t seriously be considering a drink at seven in the morning. He fiddled with something behind the counter for a few minutes, and emerged with ‘Heroes of New York’ action figures. He was playing with a Captain America and Hawkeye figure like a child.

“So you and Cap are fine?” Tony was unusually curious, waving the Captain America figure at me. I nodded.

“Sure.”

“When is he planning on moving into the tower? You’re welcome, of course. If you do decide to find a younger guy, we can find a place for you on one of the lower levels. Or you could just shack up with the Hawk already,” he babbled, and emphasized his point by thrusting the Hawkeye action figure toward me.

“What is with your obsession with Barton?” I asked, incredulous. I pushed the toy back toward Tony.

“He’s a young guy. He’s non-committal, so if you aren’t having fun you can just end things without complications. Cap is, well, in a word, old. He was friends with my dad, for Christ’s sake. He probably only knows the missionary position. You’re young, you’re a doctor, you have advanced biological knowledge. Let your freak flag fly, sweetheart. Barton is very flexible, I saw that during Loki’s little picnic.” He tried to make the action figure do something bendy but had no luck.

“Okay. One, his body was in suspended animation. He’s really the same age as me. Two, he’s adapted beautifully to the modern age. That includes knowing more than the missionary position, not that it’s your business. Three, Barton is lovely, but he’s not my type. Four, because why not a fourth item? Barton’s relationship with Tasha is just way too complicated for me to want to wade into that, even if he was my type,” I counted my points off on my fingers. Tony’s eyes grew wide on my last point.

“Barton and Natashalie? When did this happen?” He looked lost without a Black Widow action figure to thrust into the Hawkeye figure’s arms. He dropped both toys on the coffee table in disgust.

“Are you fucking blind? Have you never watched them interact?” I exclaimed. I rose and headed to the coffee maker to top up my cup. Swill it may be, but it had caffeine in it. Tony followed.

“More important than Hawk and the Widow, Cap does more than missionary?” Tony needled.

“I’ll be in the lab, Tony. Don’t make me get J.A.R.V.I.S. to lock you out.” I grabbed an orange from the fridge and walked away.

I flipped through a bunch of pages of lab results on the monitor in front of me, comparing my lab results from the blood I’d drawn during the night with my previous labs. It was interesting reading, but wasn’t actually giving me the information I was looking for. I decided I needed to make a visit to my friends at Midtown to see if I could get some information off the SHIELD records.

I stopped at the admitting desk in the Emergency Room and asked after Erica, hoping she was on. The nurse at the desk was just telling me that she was in the OR when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and Jamie pulled me into a hug.

“Lexy! It’s been ages! How are you doing? How is work?” He asked. His smile was warm and welcoming, and as he let go of me, it faltered just a little.

“I am great. I just needed to see a doc off the books. You up for a quick chat?” I asked. He nodded, and steered me into a private trauma bay, shutting the door behind us.

“You are cold, Lexy. Have you been sick?” He ran the back of his hand across my forehead and cheek, frowning.

“Yeah, about that. Remember the alien invasion?” I asked. He nodded. “I got an infection. This goes no further than you and I. I don’t want to say what I’m going to tell you could get you killed because I doubt that, but it could ruin your career if you start talking.”

“Do I want to know?”

“Medically unique and extraordinary. You decide,” I shrugged. He nodded and leaned against the supply counter.

“Okay, hit me.”

“My DNA was corrupted by the alien that infected me. I’m not worried about my health at all, all the testing that’s been done between then and now has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am just as healthy, if not healthier. But my menstrual cycle has been weird.”

“Are you pregnant? Did you finally start shagging that hot blonde who looks like Captain America?” He asked and I could tell he was curious from a medical standpoint as well as because he wanted the gossip he could share. I laughed.

“I am not pregnant. I ran that test already. I need to know if this infection has wrecked my reproductive system,” I blurted. He looked thoughtful.

“Have you had any bloodwork?” He asked.

“I’ve done thyroid, prolactin, estrogen, testosterone, FSH, and LH, as well as a standard E7.” I handed him a few pages of lab results. He looked them over quickly and looked back at me.

“These are all normal. Why are you concerned? Have you been trying to conceive?” He asked.

“God, no! No, I just, it crossed my mind and I’d rather know on my own terms than be slapped with this down the road,” I explained. He looked over the results a second time.

“Well, let’s pretend you are trying to conceive, and go ahead with an ultrasound,” he offered.

“Can this be a Jane Doe?” I asked. I really didn’t want this pinging on SHIELD’s radar.

“Sure. Let’s go to the ultrasound suite.” He opened the door and walked out. We caught up on the short walk to the ultrasound, and I learned that Loki’s invasion had changed a lot of policy regarding the operation of the hospital. Jamie was alive with excitement about everything that was going on. We turned the corner to the ultrasound suite and entered quietly. It was very sneaky in that way the kids are sneaky when they are trying to get away with something but their parents are around. We were all stage whispers and giggles.

I got prepared and sat up on the gurney. Jamie conducted the ultrasound in as professional a manner as I could expect from a former colleague, which I appreciated. There was no inappropriate commentary or awkwardness. He was straightforward and business-like. He turned the monitor so we could both see it. He progressed through all the images silently, knowing I knew just as well as he did what we were looking at. My reproductive system was a mess.

“Check out your ovary.” He pointed at the image on the screen, “that one is totally blocked.” I could see the outline of what appeared to be a fibroid cyst or something. He continued to try to get better images before finishing the test. He left the room so I could get changed, and then came back in.

“I’m a mess,” I said quietly. Jamie put his hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Lex.”

“No, it’s okay. I didn’t know that I wanted kids.”

“We can treat this, Lexy. If you want babies, we can treat this. Don’t assume it’s off the table.” His voice was compassionate. I sighed and looked at my feet, blinking back unbidden tears.

“No. My job, it’s not just a job, it’s a lifestyle. I can’t bring kids into that mess. This just means I don’t have to worry about it. It’s better that way.” I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. In my days as a student, I’d seen women fall to pieces over this very information. I’d always felt compassion for them, but never thought I would understand enough of what they were going through to feel true empathy. I got it now. Even without the desire for children, this was a blow at the very thing that made me a woman. It was about more than just babies.

“Are you sure, Lexy?” Jamie placed his hand over mine, and I realized I was rubbing my abdomen, right above my uterus. I dropped my hand.

“I will be. I’ll be sure. I just need some time,” I admitted. He squeezed my shoulder.

“And Captain America? Do you need help telling him?”

“What do you mean?” I hadn’t thought Jamie had realized who Steve was. He’d let me believe he didn’t know who Steve was.

“He sat at your bedside after New York in the uniform, Lexy. He wouldn’t leave, not even to let us treat his wounds. You have to tell him. That man looks at you like you are his white picket fence house in the suburbs,” he lectured me. I felt my chest tighten, and the prickle of fresh tears at the corners of my eyes.

“I don’t think-“ I was going to deny how Steve felt, but Jamie interrupted me.

“I saw him, Lexy. This won’t change how he feels, but he still deserves to know.” He was firm. I nodded, and rose to collect my things.

“Thank you for doing this, Jamie.” I stopped at the door. Jamie nodded.

“Anytime, Ms. Doe,” he smiled. I threw my arms around him and hugged him. He rubbed my hair and gave me a squeeze before holding me at arms length.

“You’re going to be fine. Your superhero isn’t going to dump you.”

“Thanks.”

“Put in a good word for me with Black Widow, will you?” He teased. I laughed and left the room.

I found Steve reading a book about the Vietnam War in the lounge at Avengers Tower. I sat down beside him, and he snaked an arm out and pulled me close without looking up from his book. We stayed that way, quiet, for about ten minutes before Agent Barton came in. He waved and headed to the kitchen.

“Tony is trying to hook you two up.” Steve was so blasé about it, I wanted to laugh. I did laugh, actually.

“I know, he won’t let it go. I think he wants a ‘Dr. Lex’ action figure so he can make them make out,” I complained.

“He says I need to let you go. That you are young and have your whole life ahead of you. That you will eventually want to settle down and have kids and live in the suburbs.” His voice was steady and even, but I could feel his heart thumping harder than usual.

“I didn’t sign up for a house in the suburbs when I joined SHIELD, Steve, and that was before you.” I kept my voice calm too. He leaned over and kissed my forehead.

“I don’t know that I’ll ever want kids. I don’t know what the serum did there, but I don’t know that I want to bring kids into this world. I barely cope some days,” he admitted. I squeezed his thigh.

“You cope just fine,” I reassured him.

“I don’t know that I should marry, either, Lex. If it got out, you would be used against me,” he said. My heart constricted.

“You say that as if I was who you would marry.”

“Who else would I marry?”

“I just came from Midtown General.” I changed the topic. He sat up and untangled himself from me. He took my hand and looked right at me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why do you think something is wrong?”

“Why would you go to a public hospital when SHIELD has the best medical care in the world?”

“I wanted some tests run off the radar,” I admitted. Steve leaned closer.

“And?”

“I’ll never have children, Steve. Loki broke my reproductive system,” I blurted it out and burst into tears. Steve pulled me into his arms and rocked me, shushing me like you would a small child. I let out all the tears I’d been holding in, going all the way back to the Destroyer. Steve rubbed his hands up and down my back, soothing me. My nose started running, and I tried to pull away to get a tissue, but Steve just held me close. I figured if he didn’t care about the state of his clothing, I wouldn’t either.

“Lex,” Steve started, but couldn’t quite grasp my attention. “Alexandra.” I looked up at him. He kissed me, ugly-cry face and all. I took a great hiccupping breath in, and tried to settle myself. I was only marginally successful.

“I’m sorry,” I managed. He shook his head.

“Don’t be. You’ve put up with a lot of shit, and this baloney with Loki is just one more thing.”

“I am broken,” I whispered. He took my head in both his hands and looked me in the eye.

“You are not broken, Alexandra Richmond.” He was firm.

“My ovaries are-“

“Are they still there?” He questioned.

“Well, yes.”

“Are you going to suffer any ill health from the revelation you got today?”

“Not as far as I could tell.”

“Are you still progressing and becoming superhuman?”

“I think so.”

“You are not broken, Lex. You just live in a different paradigm now. Like me. Gives us one more reason to stick together.” He kissed my forehead again and gathered me into another hug. I felt my heart lift, and was reassured that nothing had changed. I wiped my tears away, and took a deep breath. No matter how many cups of coffee I could freeze solid, and no matter what happened to my guts, nothing had changed.

“I love you, Steve,” I spoke into his chest.

“I love you too, Lex.” His voice rumbled in his chest. He held me in his arms like that for most of the afternoon while we watched movies. By nightfall, despite all my heartache, I felt like it was just another day. I didn’t know when Thor would be back, and really, I doubted he’d have any really useful information for me. So, while Steve and I ate dinner with the rest of the crowd at Avengers Tower, I resolved to just carry on.

We were washing dishes together at the sink after dinner when Steve leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“You look better. Do you feel okay?” He asked.

“I do.”

“You in an okay place?” He pestered.

“Can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be.” I kissed him and started putting away dishes.

[doyumacy]

FALLOUT |LH| THREE

gif not mine

PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck

WARNINGS: mentions of taeyong. swearing, blood (i’ll let you know when there are parts with blood mentions), smut (let you know), violence, angst

WORD COUNT: 2,7K

ONE TWO THREE FOUR

“Thank you for meeting me at a late hour,” said the man in front of Donghyuck.

“Sure, no problem,” Donghyuck nodded. “What can I do for you, sir?”

“I saw you’re getting along with my daughter, and before you say something I saw you two getting along pretty girl this morning,” he looked at him.” And to be honest, I don't care how you do your work, but I needed to remind you why I hired you,” your father stared at him.

“I haven’t forgotten it, sir. I’m going at my own pace, besides it would be very suspicious to kill her right after I spend 12 hours with her a day,” Donghyuck let him know. “I’ll get the job done. You don't have to worry.”

“I do worry though,” your father placed a hand on his chin. “She’s supposed to meet with the Prime Minister in 2 months. I’m sure he’ll work with her, I mean, the UN is doing so, why wouldn't he as well?

“I don’t care what you have to do. I want her dead. She’s getting bigger and bigger and stealing my best clients,” he groaned. “This is my business and she suddenly thinks she can come over and take what’s mine? No. Get fucking rid of her.”

Donghyuck nodded. “I will.”

…

After another long week, you decided to meet with Taeyong and Lena and have dinner with them since it had been so long since you saw them.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you turned to Donghyuck and smiled kindly to him, “you can go now. Take the night off. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I don’t think I should leave you here alone,” Donghyuck said to you.

“I’m not alone, Taeyong’s bodyguards are here and Lena’s security team will stay as well,” You informed him. “I’m well secured.”

“I still don’t feel comfortable by leaving you,” he confessed.

You  grinned and put a hand on Donghyuck’s shoulder, “I’ll be fine, Donghyuck. Really.”

Donghyuck looked at you directly in the eye for a couple of seconds and wished he could kiss you. He nodded, “fine, I’ll have my phone with me all night in case you need something.”

“Noted,” you smirked, “goodnight, Hyuck.”

“Hyuck?” Donghyuck beamed.

“Well, since you won't stop calling me ‘ma’am’ I decided to give you a nickname as well,” you shrugged.

“But ma’am is not a nickname…” Donghyuck looked at you.

“You don't want me to call you Hyuck?” you pouted.

“You can call me whatever you want, (Y/N)” He winked at you.

You bit your lip and smiled at him. “Maybe I will.”

Donghyuck smirked and turned, but before he started to walk, he turned again to you, “let me stay. I don't feel good leaving you here all alone.”

You pressed your lips for a moment and then nodded. “But you’re staying as my friend, not my bodyguard.”

“Deal.”

You didn't remember when was the last time you had fun and even got tipsy. A year ago maybe? You were not a bad drinker and you could take some shots with Lena, but not with Taeyong. His alcohol tolerance was so low.

By almost 1 am, you hugged your friends goodbye and Donghyuck had one arm around you as he half-carried, half-guided you to the car. Maybe you had more shots than the ones you could take.

"I signed up to be your bodyguard, not your designated driver." Donghyuck joked as he looked for the car keys inside his suit jacket.

"You could be both," You said slowly, having to put more effort into your words than usual since you were sloshed.

Donghyuck  laughed. "Maybe so, but I preferred just doing one."

"Heeeey, you could do the partner thing soon."

"I don't remember mentioning a partner thing."

You licked your lips as you tried to remember what the phrase he'd first used was. "Designated driver. Only, instead of just dragging me to a car, we'd be getting sloshed together."

"That does sound more fun,” he said as he helped you to get in the car and fasten the seat belt.

You smiled dumbly and looked at him. “Have I told you you’re gorgeous? God, I love your skin and oh! Your moles in your cheeks are beautiful, I wanna plant some kisses on them.”

"Thanks," he said, trying to hide his smile. "It's nice to be appreciated."

"In all my life, I've never met someone that made me feel like you do," You said, speaking a foreing language.

"I don't know what you just said, but I'm going to assume it was complimentary."

You nodded. You kissed Donghyuck's left cheek because it was there. "The prettiest thing I've ever seen."  

Donghyuck swallowed thickly. He didn't need to understand the language to know that whatever you said was something he would appreciate. The kiss sent tingles down his spine, and your mouth was still resting close enough to him that you could feel his breath hot against your skin. "As much as we would enjoy that, we need to stop. It’s not correct.”

"You're right. But you're just so pretty," you whined. "It's really not fair. You should try to be less pretty; it would make my life easier."

"You can live with it," Donghyuck said.

The ride to your place wasn't long. He finally found the keycard and put it in the door for him. He unlocked it and pushed the door open. You looked pretty comfy where you were, and it made shuffling him inside your big modern flat roof house. "C'mon baby, you've got to get in bed."  

"But you're not there," You said, sounding awfully petulant about it.

Donghyuck chuckled. "No, but you'll get to sleep just fine without it."

"That's what you think."

"Love, you're drunk enough that you'll definitely pass out before the night's through."

"Aww, you called me 'love'. No ma'am."

Donghyuck was still right next to you though, so he was able to keep you from falling over. "My last boyfriend, well, Yuta was never my boyfriend, but he called me 'doll' but I sort of hated it."

"You do seem like you'd prefer the sweeter pet names. Sweetheart, things like that."

"Feel free to call me sweetheart as much as you want. Sounds beautiful coming out of your mouth."

"I think I will. After I stop working on protecting you, that is."

"Boring." You yawned. "You sure I can't convince you to stay?"

"Not while I'm working for you, and definitely not while you're sloshed." Donghyuck brought you to your room and took off your shoes when you collapsed back on the bed. "If you want to get undressed more, you're going to have to do it yourself, sweetheart," he said, then kissed your forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow."

“I’m coming!” You groaned, walking to the front door where someone was ringing the doorbell. You opened it and you found a smiley Taeyong holding a kraft delivery bag. How did he look all shiny after leaving the restaurant in the same state as you?

“Good morning, sunshine,” he greeted you. “You look terrible this morning.”

“I was looking forward to hearing that, ass,” you grunted. “Come on in, the sunlight is killing me.”

“I’m not gonna find a naked Donghyuck, am I?” Taeyong looked at you.

You rolled your eyes and he entered your house. You shut the door behind him. “By the way, where is he? I didn’t see him in the entrance.”

“He has the day off,” you said, walking to the kitchen.

“So, you fucked with him?” Taeyong placed the food bag on the counter and he took off his jacket.

“No… but I did try to seduce him,” you grimaced.

“You did what?” His mouth gaped open.

“I told him he has the prettiest man I’ve ever seen and kissed his cheek,” you laughed a little. “Not that I lied. And then I invited him to stay over and he said it was not correct.”

Taeyong chuckled. “Oh my, God, this is so good. And then what happened?”

“Nothing, he left!” You sighed and then goggled. “What if he sues me? Did I harass him?”

“Woah, woah,” Taeyong shook his hands in the air, “he likes you, I can tell by the way he looked at you all night and he would’ve totally fucked you if he wasn't your bodyguard.”

“I don't even know how to look at him now,” you ran a hand through your hair. “He’s so hot that it makes me mad. All I want is him to pin me to a wall and fu-”

“I don't need the details, thanks,” Taeyong shut you down, “but what I can tell you is that you will end up pinned to a wall, any day now.”

You giggled. “Hopefully.”

Monday. Long day at the office. You barely had seen Donghyuck since you spent all day inside your office and he stayed right outside the door. You felt… sad? You missed his voice that day and his gorgeous face. You suddenly hated Mondays.

Lia knocked at your door right before the lunch break and left some papers for you to read and sign and some correspondence as well. When you finished reading and signing the papers, you opened a few envelopes where some people and companies were inviting you to some events. The last envelope was different from the rest since it was red and had a black stamp on it. You frowned and pursued to open it.

Inside the envelope there was a note written with letters clippings from a magazine and said:

IF I WERE YOU, I WOULD SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN AT NIGHT.

YOU’RE DEAD.

You put the letter on the desk and swallowed. You weren't usually scared of hate comments, but this wasn't a hate comment. It was a letter. Threatening you.

You felt dizzy and your entire body started shaking. Who had sent you that? And why? You took a deep breath and stood up trying to walk to your bathroom in your office but failed. You tripped on your heels and hit the ground.

Then it hit you. They were inside the building. You weren't even safe in your own office. You wanted to throw up. You wanted to cry.

You tried to stand up but couldn't. Your legs weren’t responding and seconds later, you bursted into tears. You were scared. So scared.

Donghyuck had been replaying Friday’s night in his head during the whole weekend. He couldn't stop thinking about you and how good your lips felt against his skin. He hated himself so much for not being able to forget it.

On Monday he barely saw you and he hated it. He got you were busy but Donghyuck needed, at least, to talk to you and hear your voice and he didn't get that.

After he ate lunch, he returned and stood in the same place he had been standing all morning, hoping you’d get out of your office and going somewhere where you two could talk but didn't happen.

Donghyuck checked his watch on his left wrist and frowned. It was almost 2 pm and you hadn't had lunch yet. He turned and knocked at the door twice and he didn't get any response. He knocked one more time and decided to open it when you didn't respond again.

And that's when he saw you on the floor, crying and shaking. Donghyuck almost ran to you and kneeled in front of you cupping your face. “(Y/N)? What happened? Are you hurt?”

You choked on your words and got closer to him, holding him tight. He held you instantly and placed a hand on your head. “Talk to me, what happened, baby?” Donghyuck whispered in your ear.

The letter still sat on your desk.

Sungho was on the phone to the police while you sat with your arms wrapped around Donghyuck who was simply staring at the offensive stationary. Less than twenty minutes later the entire apartment was invaded by police, looking for clues to who had left it for you.

“Miss (Y/LN)” the Captain took the seat across from you, “Are you okay?”

You lifted your chin slightly, “I’m better, Captain. Just angry and scared at whoever sent this.”

He didn’t miss the way you kept your eyes averted from the piece of paper.

“They didn’t send it, (Y/L/N),” he stated, “It was an inside job"

You took in a sharp breath and Donghyuck held you tighter.

“I suggest you hire more security. My men will be here as well,” he  told you, “But I can’t leave them here indefinitely.”

You nodded. "Thanks, captain."

When the police left, Donghyuck and Sungho decided it was the best to leave the office and you obeyed them. When you got home, Donghyuck told you to change the passcodes of every door in your house and he’d stay there until they knew who had sent the letter. You agreed since you didn't want to be alone in your house.

When you got home you did what Donghyuck told you and changed every passcode. You sighed and hugged yourself. You felt exhausted.

Donghyuck approached you and looked at you. “You feel better?”

“Kinda,” you admitted. “My head is killing me.”

“Why don’t you go and take a bath while I make something for you to eat?” He caressed your cheek with his right thumb. “You need to eat something.”

You nodded. “Thank you. I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time,” he placed a kiss on your forehead and you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Is there a chance you could come with me?”

“Not even the slightest,” he now kissed your cheek.

You sighed. “Fine. I’ll be right back.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror and furrowed. Did you deserve this? Maybe. Was he maybe behind the letter? You didn't think so.

When you sold Kim Doyoung that powerful software one year back he was clear he wouldn't even bother you. Did he maybe hear about your meeting with the Prime Minister? Did he know you were about to sell him off so you could do business with the government?

Donghyuck was chopping some vegetables and couldn't stop thinking who could be behind the letter. It was not certainly your father since he had hired him to kill you, but who was it?

You were clean. Way too clean.

Unless… you werent.

You came back downstairs and smiled when you found Doyoung in your kitchen. You could get used to that.

"What am I protecting you from (Y/N)?" he asked softly after you two finished eating, trying to meet your gaze as you looked at him over the brim of your glass. "What is it that you're not telling me?"

You blinked a few times. "What do you mean?"

Donghycuk sighed and repeated his question.

You didn't reply. You just stood up, placing your glass down silently before you walked towards the kitchen.

Donghyuck followed you without second thought, cornering you again in the hallway leading towards the kitchen. "What are you hiding from me?" he demanded, his hand pushing against your chest and pressing you against the wall. "I want the truth."

"It's... nothing," you came in the response and it only served to infuriate him more.

Donghyuck wanted to scream at you until you told him the truth, but as you stood there, staring into his eyes and standing close enough to feel your breath on his face... Instead, he did something that surprised both of you.

Lee Donghyuck kissed you.

It was impulsive and it was reckless. It took you a second to come to terms with what was happening but your lips were moving against Donghyuck in perfect synchronisation, your lips slotting together like they’ve always meant to be like that.

Donghyuck felt like his entire body was doused in gasoline and you had the match, every inch of him ready to combust. His heart raced as the adrenaline ran through his veins and he couldn't help but note that this feeling was so addictive he didn't think he would ever be able to stop if he didn't right now.

Donghyuck loved how heavenly his lips felt against yours, how warm your touch was and how it sent electricity coursing through his vein each time your soft fingers explored a new part of his body.

You were the one to pull apart and as much as Donghyuck hated it, he felt a pang of disappointment. "Trust me."

Donghyuck swallowed and looked at your swollen red lips. "I would never forgive myself if something happens to you."

"I'm gonna be fine. You're with me." You looked at him.