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am-i-a-writer-yet · 3 years

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TW: migraine, vomiting, oral sex

Reposting this on mobile now I’ve figured out how to do a read more! I don’t specifically mention Henry Cavill but he’s definitely who I was picturing when I wrote this!

It hadn’t been long since you’d moved and started your new job, and of course, the added stress meant that the migraines had come back with a vengeance.

He’d been the first person to come across you with your head in the toilet, sweating and as pale as a ghost. He’d picked you up gently and put you in his car, and taken you home.

He’d been to your place just once before, and it wasn’t that far from his. Thankfully with the new job and increased paycheck you’d had the foresight to hire a maid - you were messy. Knickers on the floor and forgetting to do your laundry messy.

As soon as he took the key off you and opened the door, you found the energy to sprint to the bathroom and vomit again.

Eventually, the wave of nausea passed, and you registered him leaning against the doorframe to the open bathroom, arms crossed and a furrow in his brow.

“Sorry,” you apologised weakly.

“You don’t need to apologise,” he said quietly. “Can I do anything?”

“Water,” you rasped, and he headed to the kitchen to get you a glass while you crawled over to the cabinet under the sink for your meds. Stupidly, you’d forgotten to put them in your work bag. This could have all been avoided, you thought crossly, although it made the stabbing pressure behind your left eye worse.

He came back with a glass of refreshingly ice-cold water for you and raised his eyebrows as he saw the number of different painkillers you were taking.

“That’s… quite a cocktail.”

You shoved the prescription at him that your doctor had written, and his eyebrows almost disappeared into his dark curly hair.

“Is this… normal?”

You sighed, leaned back into the wall and closed your eyes. You could feel the effects after a few minutes, and you could tell you were starting to slur your words and not make sense. You felt him gently lift you up again, and the last thing you registered before you fully passed out was the sensation of being tucked into your soft bed.

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It was dark when you came around. Thankfully the explosive pain in your head had passed, and all that was left was the horrible taste of vomit in your mouth and sheer exhaustion.

You could hear the quiet noise of the TV, and when you went to investigate, his feet were up on the sofa and he was burritoed into your blanket with sleeves. He was playing on your Switch, and you smiled softly.

“Sorry,” he apologised. “Did I wake you? Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Thanks for bringing me home. Sorry you had to see me puke. Are you at least unlocking better characters on Mario Kart?”

He grinned that cheeky half-grin that made you melt… not that he knew that. “Yeah.” You headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth, and he followed you after a few moments with another ice-cold glass of water. You drank it with a moan of appreciation. Migraines always made you dehydrated.

You caught sight of your reflection in the mirror and grimaced. You were a sweaty mess.

“Can I run you a bath?”

You stared at him in shock.

“Uhhhh, sure?” Was this really happening?

He shooed you out of the bathroom and got to work. Fifteen minutes later he let you in.

It was definitely worth it. He had lit several tea lights and lavender incense. Steam was rising up from the bath and there were a few bubbles from the soap he’d poured in.

He left to give you some privacy. You pulled the shower curtain across and moaned as you sank into the heavenly water.

“Did you leave the door open?” he chuckled, and you could see his shadow leaning on the frame again.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, your eyes closed and letting the scents wash over you. “Can you look after me every time I have a migraine?”

You heard him laugh and after a moment, you heard him sit on the floor.

You passed the time laughing and trying to flirt with him, but you were being a bit too subtle and he wasn’t getting the hint. Eventually, the water started to cool off, and you shifted.

“Um, I’m getting out now.”

“Right,” he said, standing up and closing the door to give you some privacy.

You took your time drying off, enjoying the feel of your fluffiest towel. You checked your reflection again in the mirror. You still looked exhausted, but some colour had come back into your face. You removed what was left of your makeup and brushed your teeth again.

You exited the bathroom wrapped in your towel, momentarily forgetting that you hadn’t brought clean pyjamas from your bedroom, and came across him changing your bedsheets.

He looked like a deer trapped in headlights. “I thought it would be nice?” he trailed off, biting his lip in an unbelievably sexy way that was almost definitely unintentional on his part.

Or maybe he knew that he ruined women with his infamous devilish grin and cheeky charm.

You smiled at him and changed into some short pyjamas while his back was turned.

He’d chosen your softest bed sheets, and you wriggled under them appreciatively before he’d even finished making the bed. He laughed at you.

“You can stay if you want,” you offered casually, hoping he’d say yes.

He glanced at the clock; it was 2:38 am.

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed, stretching in a yawn. His t-shirt rode up a little to show his abs and you hoped that he didn’t catch you staring.

“I’m uhh… a cuddly sleeper,” he warned, as he removed his shirt and your heart almost stopped beating. “Even the dog gets annoyed with me spooning him.”

You giggled and allowed him to wrap his strong arms around you. He’s incredibly warm, and you sigh happily and sink into his chiselled chest.

After a moment you felt his lips on your forehead. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Thanks,” you whispered, and you couldn’t help but press a kiss onto his chest. His free arm tilted your chin up, and he kissed you on the lips, softly at first, but slowly giving in to passion.

When you broke apart to catch your breath he rested his forehead on yours. “I’ve wanted to do that ever since you started work.”

“Really?” you were surprised.

He smirked. “How else was I supposed to respond to the beautiful woman running past me on her first day screaming expletives? You’re very hard to not notice.”

You grimaced at the memory. You were certain that you were going to get sacked on your first day. You’d never handled stress very well.

He resumed kissing you impatiently, and your hand wove its way into his soft curls, while your other hand ran down his perfect chest. You’d never particularly been into overly muscled guys, but then you’d also never met a literal Adonis before. His tongue nudged your lips apart, his teeth biting your lower lip and making you moan. His warm hands were not content in just holding you, they were running all over your body, squeezing your ass, your nipples, removing your clothes, grabbing your thighs.

You’d always hated your thighs, but he seemed to really enjoy squeezing them, leaving a hot trail of kisses upwards, nipping here and there. Whenever he made you gasp he looked up with that smile again, and you knew that he knew exactly what he did to you.

He was a muscled guy, and you were a curvy girl, yet somehow you fit together perfectly. He teased you with his fingers first, before adding his tongue and chuckling into you when you whined desperately. He headed straight for the G spot with no messing around, and he’d turned you into such a mess that you came within seconds.

He groaned. “Fuck you taste good.”

You took a swipe of yourself off his lips with your finger and sucked it.

Within half a second his tongue was in your mouth again, all the previous playfulness gone, a guttural growl coming from his throat. You felt how much he wanted you pressed against your legs, his knees nudging yours apart, and you laughed.

“Oh no,” you told him dangerously. “Now it’s your turn.”

He allowed you to push him onto his back and pressed kisses down his body, leaving bite marks, playing a little rougher than he had with you.

His underwear looked like it was about to break, he was straining so hard against it, so you thought you’d be kind and help him out of his predicament.

Your predictions had been right. He was incredibly gifted.

You gently ran your fingers over the tip and felt him shiver. He was completely at your mercy, just as you had been at his a few moments before. There was no way you could fit all of him in your mouth, but you could still have a lot of fun with him.

You pressed light kisses from the tip down to the very base, and tantalisingly slowly you ran your tongue the entire way back up, all the while massaging his head with your fingers. You could feel just how much he was enjoying himself, and your fingers were already wet. His fingers laced themselves in your hair, not holding you down or in place, but letting you know that he liked what you were doing. When you reached the very tip, you sank down as far as you could and began to tease him even more.

“If you keep going, I’m going to come in an embarrassingly short time,” he confessed in a growl.

You chuckled, still with your mouth full, and he couldn’t help but buck into your mouth.

“Fuck.”

Every time he lost control you couldn’t help but moan, which made him lose control more in return, and all in all, it wasn’t long before you could taste him. Looking him dead in the eye, you swallowed.

“That’s one each.”

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copias-thrall · 4 years

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I’ve heard from some people that when they first have sex, it isn’t what they expected. Like it isn’t really good as people say and then others say “When you find the right person, then it’s a lot better” (or they have the right one it’s just cause it was the first time and thats nerve wracking) The request I’m trying to make is what if Papa III and Copia (Separate) had a Female s/o like that? That sex just seemed disappointing to her from her last partner that she isnt sure about it?

Hi nonny! I hope you find this fill to your liking!

Papa III:

This isn’t something that happens to those who’ve grown in the Church and have had comprehensive sex education and just been in the general atmosphere of sex positivity—but unfortunately Papa III knows it happens frequently with Initiates from the outside. So, he’s familiar with how this affects his lovers. Now he just wants to make sure your next experience is ah-mazing. This is not a time for kinks or play—he just wants to make sure you feel comfortable with your body and him.

When you’d confided in him about how … unsatisfying … your previous experience had been, he’d just frowned and tsked. Days later, you’d been a little embarrassed when he’d gifted you with a full set of sex toys and a pump bottle of lube. He’d stretched out on your bed, caressing one of the dildos as he explained to you how to use them.

“Get comfy with yourself, cara. Burn a little incense, light a few candles, yes? Perhaps a lavender bath?” He’d started trailing the object up and down his thigh. "A little teasing before the main event, hmm?”

You’d sat there, face hot, as he’d then gone into more graphic detail on use of the varied set, but he’d just patted your hand.

“No need for such embarrassment, little one. How can I be pleasing you if you don’t know what you like. You do a little self-exploration—” he’d waggled his eyebrows “—and come back to me for a good time, eh?”

It’s a slow process, but you explore the gift basket.

You completely bypass the buttplug/beads and the rabbit dildo with rotating pearls, and start off with the tiny bullet. That feels good, but is a pain to keep in place.

Next you go for the magic wand, which is … nice. You even tentatively insert one of your fingers—but it doesn’t do much for you.

Papa suggested using the bullet on your nipples in tandem with the wand on your clit. And that’s very nice, if a bit complicated in the moment. When you check in with Papa III, he offers to come by and help you out.

After kissing you silly—now that you’re flushed and breathless—he asks, “Now, pet—will I be holding the wand or the bullet?”

Buzzed with arousal, you eagerly hand him the bullet—which he turns on as you wiggle around to take off your moist panties and position yourself comfortably. Clicking the wand to your preferred settings, you pull up your slip and position the toy to your liking—already gasping at the way it makes your clit swell. Papa—on his side next to you—props himself up on one arm, then starts trailing the bullet over your nipples.

And it is nice to only have to worry about one toy.

You close your eyes as you writhe and moan on the bed, pushing your chest into Papa III’s touch and rocking your pussy into the head of the wand. When you’re by yourself, you get close to orgasm pretty quickly … but with Papa here, you get a little shy—and after a slow climb, your wrist starts to ache.

"Would you like to switch, little one?” he asks softly.

“Yes, Papa,” you say as you catch his eyes and offer him the wand.

There’s a quick exchange of toys, and then Papa—slacks tented with his own arousal—is kneeing down your bed so he can settle in between your legs as you resume running the bullet over your nipples.

“Ah! So beautiful!” he exclaims, his eyes locked on to where your flushed labia is spread open. “May I?” He waggles his fingers, and—when you nod in assent—he yanks off the glove with his teeth, spitting it hastily to the side.

He leans forward—the wand still grasped in his gloved hand—and carefully, carefully eases his middle finger into your hole, all the while looking up at your face or any signs of distress. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in, and start to relax back onto the bed. Papa III’s gaze is still on you as he wiggles his finger around until … Ah!—

Your back arches off the bed as the pad of his finger presses into your G-spot, and he rumbles in pleasure.

“X marks the spot.”

You glare at him, but he just chuckles before placing the wand to rest lightly on your lips. Your clit bubbles and you gasp, thrashing a little and clenching your walls as the vibrations stimulate your clit. You try—you really do—to hold onto the bullet, but when Papa starts swirling the wand in circles, your arms fly out to grasp at your sheets.

“That’s it, cara. Can you cum for me? Cum for your Papa, little one!”

Your heart pumps full of adrenaline—jumpstarting your orgasm—and you cry out as your pussy tightens and pulsates, hips bucking as you let the vibrations and the press of his finger carry you through the waves of your climax.

Once you’re finished riding it out, you twitch away the wand—now uncomfortable on your oversensitive clit—and Papa III clicks it off before carefully extracting his finger from you. You watch as he sucks it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and letting out an Mmm. Then, he slides his hand down his chest until he reaches the bulge in his pants.

“Would you mind, little one?” he asks as he palms the outline of cock.

“Please, Papa,” you urge.

He fumbles at opening his slacks—his intense gaze never leaving yours—until he pulls out his hard cock. Reaching over, he takes a few generous pumps of lube—his eyes finally leaving yours when they roll back as he liberally coats himself … but then they’re locked back on you as he starts quickly jacking himself. There’s a clink of metal on metal, but you can’t tell what on him is making the sound. It’s not long before his eyes start to glaze and his chest heaves.

“Touch yourself,” he pants—more of a plea than a command.

With one hand you squeeze a tit and with the other you run a finger through your slit. At that, Papa’s mouth drops open and he starts breathing hard; his eyes unfocus, and he wobbles unsteadily right before he grabs the base of his dick. He lets out a breathy gasp as the first squirt of his cum shoots out to land on your slip. Head tipped back, he moans elegantly as his hand starts flying again, and more spurts are expelled in sticky stings onto you.

When he’s done, he slumps down onto his haunches. As he’s trying to catch his breath, he looks down at his cum-covered hand before casting about for anything to clean it off. You offer up the end of your slip since it’s already soiled.

“Ah—sorry, little one,” he says (though by the smirk on his face you don’t think he’s sorry at all) as he leans forward to make use of the hem. “It was for a good cause, eh? Papa will buy you new lingerie.”

Though satisfied, Papa III points out you still have toys yet to try.

The next toy you experiment with is a simple vibrating dildo that's not as intimidating as the rabbit … but it’s just. Not. Your thing.

When you tell him about the dildo, Papa suggests the hands-free, dual-action vibrator (“I got you one with suction,” he purrs before making fish lips at you). You have a few false starts and a little trouble with positioning … but once you get it on and going—and after some squirming around trying to get used to the end that’s inserted—it’s a fucking revelation. Sweet Lucifer below.

But still: you don’t think you’re going to be using it on a daily basis.

Despite all your experimenting, you’re still a little dubious about Papa’s cock—it doesn’t even vibrate. When you tell Papa your thoughts, he just brings your hands up to kiss.

“Don’t you worry, cara—I’m more than capable of fucking you with my mouth and fingers. You will return the favor, yes?”

When you tell him of course, he playfully tangles his hand in your veil and gives a little downward yank.

“Care to seal the deal?”

Copia:

He’s very patient with you, never pushing for more than you’re willing to do. He didn’t get to where he is today by being unable to control his urges. Give him a fresh pair or your panties to jerk off to every couple of days, and the man will be more than satisfied.

He checks in with you when the two of you are making out—which does get your motor going; the throb between your legs is distinct, and you always get wet enough that you leave your panties with Copia for his extracurriculars.

One night halfway through some heavy petting, you break down—crying in frustration at letting him down. He gathers you up into his arms and kisses your tears away, shushing you when you sob that you're “broken.”

“Shh, mia dolce. None of that now. You are perfect for me.”

He holds you tight in his embrace, big spooning you until you fall asleep.

You feel absolutely miserable the next day despite the breakfast in bed he’d had sent via Ghoul post. You’re not expecting anything good when he summons you to his quarters that night—which is why you’re surprised to find his rooms outfitted with electric tea candles.

“Cop-Copia … what’s this?”

He’s in his monogrammed, burgundy pjs, and he holds out his hand to you.

“Come here, pet.”

You take his hand, and he pulls you into an embrace, his cheek pressing into the top of your head.

“I wish to show you how pleasurable sex can be.”

When you tense, he pulls away so that his mismatched gaze can meet yours.

“Can you trust me?”

You gulp, but nod.

He leads you into his bedchambers, and the two of you climb onto his bed, facing each other. His hands creep under your veil, pushing it down so that he can tangle his fingers in your hair to guide your mouth to his, and you’re more than happy to meet his lips and deepen his kiss. Your arms wrap around him, and you rub your hands up and down his back.

By the time his hands start to wander down, you’re already aroused, and you can feel the line of his erection on your hip. He gathers the fabric of your habit in his fingers, rucking it up until your shift is exposed. His palms come down to cover your breasts, rolling them in his hands before swiping the pads of his thumbs over your now-hard nipples. It makes your mouth water.

Your hands travel down to grab at his bubble butt, and he grunts into your mouth. You continue to knead his ass as his kisses become sloppy. His thumbs swipe faster, and you start squeezing your thighs together to stoke the feeling now burgeoning between them

Panting, Copia sits up suddenly—first fumbling with the buttons on his shirt before yanking it over his head. You pull off your habit, but he tugs insistently at your shift as well. When you’re both bare chested, he brings his head down so that he can suck your nipples into his mouth. The feeling goes straight between your legs, and you grab his hair for purchase, gasping

His free hand travels slowly down your naked stomach, then over your cotton panties where his fingers lightly stroke over your clothed folds … just enough to fan the flames, but not enough to fuel the fire. When you moan in frustration, Copia looks up at you with intent before going back to laving and pinching at your nipples.

Your panties are sticking to you when he stops even the barely-there stroking over your labia. You whine in consternation, but he slips in his thigh for you to ride so he can replace his mouth with his other hand. You clamp your thighs around his, pressing and rocking into him as he gently ruts into your hip.

As he swipes and then pinches at your nipples, his mouth finds yours again, and he breathes a question into it: “Can you cum like this, mia dolce? Just like this for me?”

You mash into his thigh—your slick lips sliding against each other—and you moan in response. He grunts as he presses his cock harder into you, his lips capturing yours again. You’re sucking on his tongue, your hands squeezing his ass as you undulate on his thigh while his fingers work at your nipples.

Your clit is buzzing, and you know if you keep rocking in time, you’re going to cum. You can’t help but speed up as your head falls back, and you detach from Copia’s mouth. He angles his head so that he can suck at the hinge of your jaw, and then work his way down your neck—each moist kiss amplifying the throb of your swollen clit.

“Oh! Don’t stop,” you cry out.

Copia sucks at your neck and rolls your nipples, and then the blood quickens into your cunt and you’re jerking and moaning as your orgasm breaks, your pussy popping and clenching. He doesn’t even wait for you to come down before his hand is slipping under the waistband of your panties, a finger slipping easily into your slit to press at your pulsating clit.

Your jerk and twist at the sensation, but you don’t pull away.

“Touch me, please!” Copia pleads, breathily.

You detach one of your hands from his ass and work your way into his pants to grab his hard cock. There’s a moist, sticky patch on his paunch where his precum has drooled; you swipe through it, and he stutters—his hand on you pausing momentarily—as your slick fingers twist around his drooling tip.

“Yes,” he hisses as he thrusts into your fist.

As you go about stroking and twisting your fist around his cockhead, Copia sets to work tapping, circling, and pressing at your nub. He doesn’t go near your entrance, and you don’t ask him to.

When you moan at the way his clever fingers manipulate you, his cock pulsates in response. The feeling of him heavy and throbbing in your hand causes your arousal to spike again, and you squeeze his shaft in your ecstasy.

“Ah!” Copia cries out at the sensation.

His finger starts to really rub your sensitive clit, and you start to jack his cock in earnest as the two of you suck at each other’s mouths. He’s been thrusting into the tight circle of your fist, and the more you moan and buck into him, the faster his hips work. Suddenly he locks up, letting out a whine like a balloon losing air, and you feel a sticky burst on your fist before he’s panting and jerking as he empties onto your fist and his own stomach.

The fingers rubbing at you suddenly withdraws to clasp around your wrist, and he brings your hand up to your lips.

“Lick,” he commands in a husky tone, and—keeping your eyes locked on his—you roll out your tongue to lap up his cum in great sweeps.

You’re barely even done with cleanup when he wiggles down your body and starts to peel off your panties. He tugs at them impatiently as you kick your legs to help remove them. They’re barely off both ankles when his head insinuates itself between your thighs—which are tacky with your slick—and his mouth presses eagerly to the lips of your cunt.

As his tongue lightly traces your seam, your cry out, hands flying down to grasp into the roots of his hair. Despite the way you twitch and tug at his head, Copia keeps his own pace—his tongue trailing against your swollen lips until his good and ready to plunge the pointed tip in to swirl slowly around your engorged bundle.

“Oh! Copia!” you gasp.

Your hips jerk and buck, but his mouth never leaves your folds; there’s no escape from his willing, eager tongue as he wiggles it across and taps at your pulsing clit. Clamping your thighs against his head, you rock yourself into his mouth, and soon you’re cresting again—your pussy popping and walls clenching.

Copia waits until you relax back into the bed before he’s crawling up your body to mouth at your jaw.

“Please, amore. Amore, please—I can Use your thighs, yes?”

You lethargically nod your head, and Copia scrambles to push his pants down before he slips his cock in between your wet, slippery thighs. His head tips back, and his eyes roll as he lets out a long Ahhhhh. Then, gripping at your hips, he begins to thrust—long and slow at first, then shorter pumps as he really gets going.

You run your fingers through his hair and caress down his face as he lets out little breathy pants. He’s been going at a good clip for a while when he starts to stutter and tense. Stutter and tense. And then suddenly his head snaps forward, his mouth latching onto yours. You’re still not accustomed to the taste of yourself, but you allow him to suck on your tongue as he jolts and jerks, his cock kicking as his cum spurts out hot and sticky for the second time.

As he pants and gulps, you run your hands up and down his sweaty back. Finally he looks up at you owlishly.

“Mmm,” he rumbles as he pecks at your lips. “Thank you, mia dolce.” His hands stroke at you. “A bath then, sí?”

You furrow your brows at him.

“But I … didn’t you say …?”

“Hmm, amore?”

“I thought we were going to have sex.”

He puts his hand to your cheek and gives you an indulgent look.

“But see, amore—we did. And it was pleasurable, no? We are both satisfied, yes?”

Your brows knit further.

“But—”

“Oh, you are not satisfied?” he quips, his white eye twinkling. He heaves a very heavy, mock sigh. “I guess we can go for one more round, eh?”

And then his hand is traveling down again.

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wordsandshawn · 4 years

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Before Now - chapter 19

In this chapter ... Shawn’s sick and on vocal rest and not supposed to be in Skylar’s hotel room.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.4k

Catch up on previous chapters here

Shawn starts stirring in the bed after only ten minutes. The movement catches my attention, and I watch him wake up slowly. He spots the candle first before looking around the room and noticing me. “Hey,” He mumbles, but his voice is raspy.

“How are you feeling?” I ask, watching him carefully.

“Shitty.” He responds, keeping his answer short.

“What hurts?” I ask, moving across the room to retrieve the cup of tea I had bought for him.

He points to his throat silently, and I realize that he’s probably not supposed to talk. I offer him the tea, and he takes it. He doesn’t ask what it is, and I don’t think it needs an explanation. He takes a sip, wincing a bit, and I guess it must hurt him to swallow.

“Are you on vocal rest?” I ask, and he just nods.

Shawn continues drinking the tea, and a few seconds of silence pass between us. I grab the other cup of tea and climb onto the bed next to Shawn. Pulling my knees to my chest, facing him as I take a sip of the tea. I have so many questions, but I feel like I can’t ask them because he’s not allowed to talk.

So instead of asking anything, I sit there in silence, sipping my tea as Shawn does the same on the other side of the bed. I have all the time to think since we can’t exactly talk. The most pressing question on my mind is why is he here? Why did he come to my hotel room, and why did he stay even when I wasn’t even here? I know that he didn’t want to talk to anyone, at least that’s what Zubin and Josiah made it seem like. And I know that no one was really supposed to be talking or communicating with him as evidenced by his missing name on the list of hotel room numbers, meaning that we weren’t even supposed to know what room he was staying in. I don’t think that anyone would have bothered him, but I guess Andrew didn’t want to even take that chance. Or maybe Shawn didn’t. I’m not sure and I can’t exactly ask. The questions inside keep bubbling to the surface, but I don’t ask them. Finally, after about a minute, I can’t take it any longer. I retrieve my phone from the chair and open up the notes app. I hand the phone to Shawn, and he looks at the empty note before looking up at me expectantly. I don’t have to explain for him to understand.

“Why’d you come here?” I ask the question I have been wondering about since I discovered him here in my hotel room instead of his.

He immediately stares down at the phone, but he doesn’t start typing right away. He looks exhausted instead of just sleepy all of a sudden. I almost take the question back, feeling like it wasn’t appropriate to ask and wondering if it sounded accusatory. But his fingers start moving before I can say anything else. He stops typing and pauses before finally turning the phone, so I can see what he wrote. I didn’t want to be alone. I read the words, absorbing them, and I can feel his gaze on me. He’s watching for my reaction.

I can feel the vulnerability in that sentence, and I know the feeling. It’s why I showed up at his hotel room in the middle of the night the last time we stayed at a hotel.

“I went out to get some things for you.” I say, suddenly remembering the bag with the teddy bear in it and using it as an excuse to change the subject. The teddy bear is a miniature version of one Shawn used to have when we were kids. It was his teddy bear, but he’d always let me cuddle with it whenever I was over. I loved that teddy bear, and he never let on that he cared about it, but he also kept that teddy bear even when he was “too old” to have any other stuffed animals.

Retrieving the tiny bear, I present it to him. He smiles a genuine smile, and I can’t ignore the way that seeing him like that made my heart jump in my chest. “I didn’t want you to be alone either.” I admit. “I tried to go to your room, but I didn’t know your room number.”

He nods, his way of responding since he can’t say anything. He takes the teddy bear, gently squeezing it in his hand and holding it close to his chest. The way he’s looking at me, I know he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. He’s not supposed to talk, and typing isn’t an ideal way to have a conversation.

His eyes drop back to my phone, and he starts typing again. I wait patiently for him to finish and show me. Sorry I came. I know I shouldn’t have, but I can’t stop thinking about the canceled show, and how many people I disappointed, and I just couldn’t stay in my hotel room any longer.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you came.” I respond, honestly. I know I’ve been telling Shawn to stay away from me and to keep everything professional, but deep in my heart, I never truly meant it. Ever since I joined Shawn on tour, he’s been reaching out, trying to help me, but I’ve been pushing him away. It’s easier for me to push away someone trying to help me, but he’s the one that needs me now, and I know that I won’t push him away.

“Shawn, you’re human. You get sick. It happens, and it isn’t your fault.” I try encouraging him, but the look on his face tells me that he doesn’t believe what I’m saying, so I try again. Even though he’s not saying anything, I can already guess that his thoughts are spiraling. He’s thinking of everything he should have done to avoid getting sick. He’s thinking that people are upset with him, and that he let people down. “Hey, Shawn. Listen to me.” I say firmly in an attempt to interrupt his thoughts. “That’s not important right now.”

I put my cup down on the nightstand before taking Shawn’s cup and my phone from him, placing both items on the nightstand as well. I blow out the candle, just in case.

He sits still, watching me as I move the pillows then lean against them before reaching out to him. He responds to my body language, lying down next to me, allowing me to wrap my arm around him. His side presses against mine. This is the most physical contact that we’ve had in a long time, but I try not to think about that. Despite being much taller than me, he fits in the space next to me perfectly. “Stop. Just try to stop thinking.” I say, keeping my voice low. “Rest, okay. That’s what you need right now.”

He nods, and I run my fingers through his curls, gently massaging his scalp in a way that used to make him relax and fall asleep almost instantly. I pray it still has the same effect on him. Despite the time that has passed since we were so close, he’s still so familiar to me.

“Ky?” He questions after a few minutes of silence. I thought he was falling asleep, but I guess not.

My fingers freeze, still lingering in his hair. “Shawn, you’re not supposed to talk,” I say with a sigh.

He scoots away from me just enough to prop himself up on his elbow so that he can see my face. “I’m sorry.” He says. But his tone doesn’t sound like he’s apologizing for accidentally talking when he shouldn’t have.

However, since I can’t think of anything else Shawn would be apologizing for in this moment, I just say, “Okay, go to sleep.” I move to make more room for him to lie back down, but he doesn’t.

“No, I have to say this now or I might not get the chance.” His voice is so raspy, and I’m scared he’s about to ruin it if he continues talking.

“Shawn, don’t.” I say, mostly worried about his voice since I have no idea what he’s trying to say. For as long as I’ve known Shawn, I’ve always known him to take himself and his career very seriously. I know he’s been on vocal rest at least a couple of times before, and during those times, I had never heard him utter a single word. His voice is his career, and he knows that.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you when we dated. I’m sorry for hurting you. I really wanted us to work out.” He admits, sounding so broken and sad.

“Shawn, that was a long time ago,” I respond.

“But we never talked about it. You rarely ever came home after that. And we never talked about us.” He whispers so forcefully it catches me off guard.

I honestly had no idea that Shawn even cared. I always just assumed he was too busy dating models and beautiful girls to even have any thoughts about us ending. Especially because there were so many pictures in the press of him with other girls after we were over.

“How about we talk about this later, yeah?” I suggest, knowing he’s still not feeling well and wanting him to rest. Shawn has always been very thoughtful, and he can get into his head sometimes, which is how I know that he will stay awake thinking and deliberating and replaying any moment in his head, unless I can get him to stop and just rest.

“You’ll talk to me?” He asks, and I realize that my attempt to keep myself safe from getting hurt again has been hurting Shawn this entire time.

“Yeah, S. When you’re feeling better, we’ll talk.” I respond, using my nickname for him. The one I haven’t used since we broke up. The expression on his face changes slightly and briefly, but I know that he noticed that I called him S, not Shawn. Just like how I notice every time he calls me Ky instead of Skylar.

Shawn nods and scoots closer to me, cuddling into my side again. I close my eyes, relaxing against him, and resume threading my fingers through his curls. After five more minutes, his breathing evens out, and I’m grateful he’s not stressed or upset, even if only for a little while as he sleeps. I refuse to move, not wanting to risk waking him, so after a while of staring at the ceiling and trying to sort through what happened today, I finally fall asleep too.

I wake up to an incessant buzzing sound. It’s coming from somewhere on the bed, although I don’t know where. The hotel room is nearly dark, signaling that the sun has set outside. Shawn is still asleep next to me. I decide that whoever is on the other side of the phone can wait because Shawn looks so peaceful.

I’m trying to fall back asleep when I hear the buzzing again. When the phone starts buzzing a third time, I finally move to search for it. Shawn starts waking up as soon as I move away from him, but I continue on the search under pillows and blankets for Shawn’s incessantly buzzing phone. When I finally locate it, Shawn’s completely awake and looking around confused, although he doesn’t say anything. I see that Andrew’s name is lighting up the screen, and I offer it to him, “Andrew is calling.”

He takes it from me but doesn’t attempt to answer and it goes to voicemail.

“Aren’t you going to text him?” I ask before adding, “He called like three times.”

Shawn just shakes his head, sitting up only to wrap and arm around me, pulling me back down next to him.

“Shawn, what are you doing?” I ask, now lying beside him.

He doesn’t speak, just pulls me closer, resting his chin against the top of my head. As much as I know I should figure out what Andrew wanted or at least let him know that Shawn’s okay, the feeling of his arms around me feels too comforting for me to give up right now.

I don’t say anything else, and Shawn falls asleep again ten minutes later. After waiting for a while to make sure he’s sleeping deeply, I carefully maneuver out of his arms. This time, I make it without waking him, and I sigh in relief. Retrieving my phone off the night stand, I open my messages and create a text to Andrew. Just thought you should know Shawn’s okay. He’s sleeping in my hotel room.

Andrew replies within seconds. Have him text me when he wakes up. I let Andrew know that I will and then grab my phone, wallet and room key before venturing off to a café I remember seeing earlier today. Shawn has been only sleeping in short bursts, so I want to grab some food before he wakes again.

He’s awake and on his phone when I enter the hotel room with the bag of food. When he sees me, he sits up.

“Hey, I bought dinner.” I say, holding up the bag of food as an explanation for why I left while he was asleep.

“I got you chicken soup. It probably won’t be as good as your moms, but it’s the best I could do.” I say with a shrug, pulling the bowl out and handing it to Shawn. He’s typing on his phone, but then he looks up and grabs the food as my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out to see a text from Shawn: Thank you.

“You’re welcome.” I say, handing him a spoon. He barely eats half of his soup before pushing it away and lying back down on the bed. Even though he slept most of the afternoon away, I can tell he clearly still doesn’t feel well.

I’m eating my sandwich in silence when a loud knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. I slide off the bed and pad over to the door, sandwich still in hand.

“What’s going on here?” Andrew asks, his voice sharp and accusatory, and I can’t help but shrink back.

“Nothing,” I try answering.

“Shawn was supposed to meet with his doctor two hours ago, but we couldn’t find him. He waited around a while, but he had to go. He’s finally on his way back now to check on Shawn.” Andrew says.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t – I didn’t know.” I respond. I knew that Andrew never really liked me, but he’s never been so openly angry at me.

“It’s not her fault.” Shawn speaks up from behind me.

“You aren’t supposed to be talking.” Andrew responds, his finger pointed at Shawn. “Skylar, please go wait outside.” Andrew says, and Shawn shakes his head no, and reaches for my arm, but Andrew is standing between us now. I don’t want to risk arguing or making anything worse, so I step outside, and sit down in the hallway.

I can only hear the sound of Andrew’s voice, although I can’t make out what he’s saying. I know Shawn isn’t even supposed to be talking, so I’m pretty sure the conversation is one sided. After a few minutes, a guy who’s clearly a doctor comes walking down the hotel hallway toward me. He stops at the door, glancing down at me, “Hello.” He says, before knocking.

“Hi.” I whisper back as the door opens.

“Hi Dr. Diaz, come in.” Andrew says, sounding friendly, a huge contrast from how he spoke to us not long ago. “Again, I’m so sorry about earlier, but thank you for coming back.” I hear him say before the door closes behind them, leaving me alone in the hallway again.

I stare at my hands, wondering just how bad this is going to be. I know that Andrew has the power to fire me. I know that he didn’t want to hire me in the first place, but I didn’t mean to do anything wrong.

The door opens again, jerking me from my thoughts, and Andrew steps out. He leaves the door open a tiny bit so that we don’t get locked out, and he pulls out a hotel key card. “Here is the key to Shawn’s hotel room. It’s room 1538. You’ll stay there tonight.” I must look confused, because he says. “Shawn needs rest, not a distraction.” I swallow hard to keep my emotions at bay.

Standing up, I finally say, “I need to get my stuff.”

“Do it quickly. You have two minutes.” He responds, his face practically expressionless.

I nod, and he opens the door, letting me slip inside. When I walk inside, Shawn’s eyes are closed, and the doctor is basically looking down his throat. I gather the things I need in less than a minute. I want to say goodbye to Shawn, but he still hasn’t opened his eyes and I don’t want to get yelled at by Andrew, so I just slip out.

I make my way up to Shawn’s room and enter using the key card that Andrew gave me. Shawn’s backpack is on the floor, the only sign that Shawn was ever here at all. The bed is still perfectly made and everything else it the room seems untouched.

By now it’s nearly nine at night, so I pull out my laptop to get some editing done, but I’m too distracted by my thoughts to make much progress. My phone buzzes. It’s a text from Shawn. Where did you go?

Andrew told me to stay in your room tonight. I type the response and then hit send.

Another message comes in less than thirty seconds later 😔Come back

I can’t. Andrew said you need rest. I respond, before turning my attention back to my screen. I check my phone a few minutes later, but there’s no response from Shawn. I realize he’s probably not going to respond, and it’s best if he just goes to sleep. Suddenly, I hear a knock at my door. My first thought is that it’s probably Andrew coming to yell at me or something, but I also wonder if maybe it’s Shawn. I push that thought away as I walk toward the door, knowing he’s sick, so he’s probably not leaving my room.

When I look through the peephole, I see a very tired, slightly grumpy looking Shawn standing there. I pull open the door, not bothering to hide my relief over the fact that he’s not Andrew trying to yell at me.

“What are you doing here?” I question, but Shawn just enters the room instead of responding. “You’re not supposed to be here.” I say, stating the obvious, but again, Shawn doesn’t reply, and I can’t exactly get angry at him, knowing that he’s on vocal rest, and truthfully, he looks so cute, and I wanted to see him more than I even realized before he showed up.

He simply grabs his toothbrush from his backpack and disappears into the bathroom. I sit back down and continue working. Shawn still doesn’t say anything when he returns from the bathroom, and a part of me knows that I should probably go back to my room, leaving Shawn here to rest alone, but I don’t leave because the truth is I don’t want to.

When he comes back into the room, he walks over to me, gazing over my shoulder at the video I’m editing. “I thought maybe you could post something since you’re weren’t able to play the show tonight.” I explain.

He nods his approval, but then picks up my laptop and moves it to the bed, before returning and taking my hand, gently pulling me toward the bed too. I don’t argue, standing up and following him to the bed. I sit down, pulling my laptop onto my lap as Shawn curls up beside me, falling asleep almost immediately. I finish editing, sending the video to Andrew, before letting myself go to bed as well.

Just one more chapter until this series is officially completed! Please let me know your thoughts and feedback. I always appreciate reading comments!

Chapter 20

#Before Now #Shawn Mendes x OC #Shawn Mendes fic #Shawn Peter Raul Mendes #Shawn Mendes

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Interlude: No More Drama | Part 10 | White Night

Interlude: No More Drama Masterlist

Word count: 4,689

Warnings: Angst

Part 10 | White Night

“Dream of you all night long.”

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You say that I'm selfish,

Get it all off your chest

If we're being honest,

Without you I'm a mess, oh

Cause when I'm at my lowest, oh I run too

Don't matter the problem it's always you

Give me no reason to question you

“Who’s that?”

He broke the song on the stereo, no longer able to contain his curiosity.

“Someone, Yuta.” You brushed him off, not in the mood for feeding his interest.

“I bet he’s not just someone.” He said, sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes, “When is your birthday?”

“Hm?” He only took a quick glance at you, since he was focusing on the steering wheel. “October 26th. What about it?”

“Ah, a scorpio.”

“Is there anything wrong with me being a scorpio?”

“No, but you’re fearlessly curious. Sounds very scorpio to me.”

Yuta lets out a chuckle, “OK, you seem to know a lot about scorpios. Your boyfriend is a scorpio?”

“Aquarius.”

“So he is your boyfriend?”

You couldn’t believe how you just automatically answered him.

“He’s not. I mean, he was, but not anymore.”

He reached the traffic light, finally looking at your direction, “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to touch the sensitive subject.”

“Well you keep asking about him, no wonder I let it slip, jerk.”

He laughs again, so free and pure. His smile is brilliant, completely washed away the cold demeanor that he has.

“You’re funny, [Y/N].”

His compliment makes you scoffed dryly.

“Want to go out with me?”

Whether his words are true or not, it definitely succeeded in shocking you.

“Excuse me?” You asked him to repeat his question, making sure you didn’t hear him wrongly.

“Go out with me, [Y/N].” He said as he changed the gear, being so casual about it.

“Other than the fact I know that you’re Doyoung’s partner –not sure whether you guys are considered friends or not, and the fact that you are a Japanese, we literally only met once over a brunch and this is our first time going out together.”

“We can find out about each other later. If you want me to re-introduce myself, hi, I’m Nakamoto Yuta. You just found out that I’m a scorpio and you better remember my birthday. Osaka’s pride. Takoyaki’s my favorite food, what else…”

You laugh at how absurd he lets the conversation flow, “You don’t need to shove that much information at once, you know.”

Yuta beaming at the sound of your laughter, “Laughing suits you better. So, can I take it as you agree on slowly knowing each other better?”

At the rebound of the topic, you entwined your fingers together, “Why are you so eager about this? I bet you don’t even like me.”

“Says who? You’re pretty attractive to me.”

Your cheeks rose red at his directness. Fortunately Yuta’s eyes were fixed on the road, else he would tease you about it.

“Yuta, I’m flattered you think of me that highly, but I just broke up with him like a week ago. I don’t think I’m ready for another relationship.”

You were hoping you didn’t make the atmosphere awkward. It didn’t, as Yuta’s smile is still apparent on his face.

“We don’t have to officially date, you know? I’d like to get to know you personally, you seem like a great girl. You have a charming personality.”

You stayed quiet. It’s not like you don’t like Yuta. As the reality of the matter, you share the same feelings towards him. His directness is like a fresh air, filling your lungs and clearing your mind. However it’s quick to judge whether you’re ready to jump to another relationship.

“Just be with me,” He continues, holding your hand now, and thankfully Doyoung’s car is a matic car, if not you’d be screaming at the way he recklessly drives, sort of. “We’ll figure out the details later.”

Before you know it, you’ve reached Doyoung’s apartment parking lot. He parked the car, yet Yuta leaves the engine going because he’s still waiting for your answer.

“Yuta, really, I’m delighted that you see me… that way. But I don’t think I’m ready.”

The answer is already set way before Yuta gave you any time to think. In all honesty, after his sudden confession, all you can think about is the face of your previous lover. You could imagine Jaehyun’s face if he figured this out. How his heart would shatter when he knows you moved on so quickly from him. How awful it would be for him after he declared his profound love towards you.

Yuta sighs in disappointment, conscious of the catastrophe which you have brought upon him. He thought he would have a glimmer of chance. After all, he might not be Jeong Jaehyun, but Yuta is not losing in terms of look. His features are so easy on the eyes, more so when his radiant smile decorates his expressions.

“But,” You resume, seeing him frowning. “Let’s be friends. I know this is me stereotyping you and please don’t be offended, but I'm a fan of Ghibli and maybe we can start there?”

In a blink of an eye, you can hear the sound of his laughter, “No offense taken.”

–

The cloudy sky greets you once you open your eyes.

Yesterday was probably the busiest you've ever been. After three months since the unfortunate event, your project with NCT Corp. almost comes to an end. All it has left is the launching event that will only happen on the following week. You returned home very late last night and only up when the clock almost hit noon.

Even though you’ve been going back and forth to their office, you consistently avoiding Jaehyun with all your might. He sends you texts, only for you to leave them on read. His display picture would appear first whenever you upload something on your socials, and you tried your best not to do the same.

You’ve lost in touch with Jaehyun.

The situation is in contrast with Yuta. You’ve been talking to Yuta a lot, to discover that he does read manga, but wasn’t a fan like you. He turned out to be as sweet as what you expected, because he would actually watch anime with you. What makes it even more charming of him is that he even bothers to tell you the Japanese trivias along the way.

It’s funny. Yuta has been very gentle to you, yet you still need time to recover from your old flame.

Despite his strong appearance, you thought he would lose his patience but he doesn’t. Yuta never forced you to like him back, or asked you the ‘hey-are-you-ready-to-date’ question again. And you’re grateful for that.

Maybe time is all you need to heal. Maybe you’re like one of the arrow in a clock, and you’re slowly ticking your way to meet Yuta’s.

It was not your usual Saturday afternoon. By now, Yuta would relaxedly lounging at your couch, crossing his arm over your shoulder while you lean your head to his shoulder. He would probably browse any available movie to watch, before it bugs you and you would end up deciding the final verdict.

Other Saturdays Doyoung would come and pay his visit. He checks on you regularly after what happened. He may seem indifferent, but that is just Doyoung’s way to show his affection. After you moved back to your place, he would come to pick you up, just to make sure you’re in one piece.

On this irregular Saturday, both of them are in Osaka. They were a business partner before they became friends (partially because Yuta’s glued to you, inevitably making their interaction go beyond partnership). Today is the day where they have to make a business trip to Japan, leaving you all alone this weekend.

You stared blankly at the window, still nuzzling yourself to the cozy duvet. It’s been awhile since you’re completely by yourself, and it’s probably the therapy you need.

It would probably be best if you don’t waste anymore time, so you force your step to the bathroom for a quick shower. Prep yourself afterwards before marching outside.

As odd as it might seem, you actually savor the cloudy weather. You take it as a constant reminder that life is not all sunshine and everything nice. You love the trickling sound of the raindrops. And the best part is when the rain finally over, you get to see rays of sunshine peeks through, as if the weather tells you that even at the darkest hours, there would always be light. That there would always be hope.

Whenever it almost rains, you would often make your way to the small coffee shop near your place. You reach the front door, where the word Interlude is written on the store’s sign. Though small, they feel like home. The store is unlike other popular cafes, in fact their customers are probably only the loyal ones. However it only means that you could spend your time looking at the window while admiring the rain passes without having people talking in the background.

It’s been awhile since you last visited. You don’t even share this place to your best friends. It’s a silly rule you apply to yourself, keeping this place as your personal oasis. It’s thrilling, and you feel secured to have a safe place where you can run to which nobody knows its whereabouts.

So it’s shocking to see Jaehyun sitting down at your usual spot, turning his head to your direction after hearing the bells at the door rang at your presence. Making eye contact with you.

“[Y/N]...”

Desperation filled his voice. His cheekbones look more apparent now, and you’re guessing due to him neglecting his diet. But you’re glad at least his eyes weren’t as hollow as the last time you’ve met him.

“Jaehyun… What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been coming here every week.” He said while scratching his head.

You furrow your brows, “Every week?”

“I… remember when you said you have this one coffee shop that you always visit whenever it's about to rain.”

You tilted your head, thoughts wandering through your memory.

“It was when I stayed over at your place. It was raining cats and dogs, so we cancelled our plan to try the new bubble tea place. We spent our days at your bed, with your laptop and you were playing The Notebook.”

And that was a long time ago.

“You told me that the view from the furthest window at this place is the prettiest when it rains. You said the rain would gently hit the rocks, making the most soothing sound. I could remember your eyes were practically shining when you told me that it is very satisfying to see the shadows that the sun made, saying that it looks like a painting.”

How you wished your feelings are numb, because all you can feel right now is the heartache that creeps and consumes your heart whole.

“I asked you to bring me here, but you told me since it was already raining, I wouldn’t get to enjoy the whole experience. You promised that you would bring me here next time.”

He grazed his gaze to you, “I guess… You kinda did now?”

You bit your lower lip, feeling extremely guilty, “So you’re telling me... you’ve been coming here every single week?”

He nods at your repeated question.

“But… it’s been a while since I last visited…”

“I know. This is my new Saturday ritual, I guess. Whether it’s sunny or rainy outside, I would still come, in hope that you’d appear from that door.”

He lets out a soft sigh, “To be honest, I’m not fond of this weather. It gets dark silently as it seems about to rain. Still, you like this deafening weather. After coming here for weeks, I encounter days where it actually rains. That is when I grew to like rainy days. It looks beautiful from here, like what you said.”

You could only taste the bitter sorrow at the tip of your tongue. The sadness travelled through the stifling air. Memories start to flood in your head. The days you’ve spent with him. His gentle touch. His smile that is always followed by his pair of dimples. But it was probably his voice that you miss the most. The richness of his low rumble that always wraps you warmly. The gentle voice that feels like a melody to you.

The thoughts make you want to return to his arms. How you wish you could brush the disheveled bangs that covers his eyes, so you can have a clearer view of it. How you long to caress his face, intoxicated from his signature musky scent that is mixed with nicotine that is now that he’s only a few inches apart from you.

Yuta.

The thought of the Japanese man refrains you from doing so.

“How are you?” He asks, breaking the silence.

“I-I” You stutter, don’t know how to react, head hung low. “I’m doing fine, I guess.”

You return your gaze to him, “What about you, Jaehyun?”

He lets out a smile that is dyed with woe, “I’m coping, [Y/N].”

Jaehyun can’t seem to divert his gaze other than to your eyes.

“God, how I longed for you to call my name again,” He said, squeezing his own palm that he tugs inside his jacket’s pocket.

“So,” He sidetracked, as if he didn't want to make the situation even more awkward than what it already was. “I heard you are almost done with the project. Johnny said we wouldn’t be able to pull through if it wasn’t for your directions.”

You beamed at the sudden praise, “He’s just being polite, Jae. Johnny is more than capable of doing it himself, to be honest. He’s a man with many talents.”

“I agree,” Jaehyun muffled, “Still, do give yourself credit. I know how you always work hard and how dedicated you are.”

The quietness speaks louder than both of you.

“Can I hug you?”

He spread his arms, not widely but enough for you to be in his embrace.

Of course, you were not expecting it.

If only I have the rights to permit you, Jaehyun.

“You know we can’t Jaehyun.”

“Is it that guy?”

You give him a look that asks him to further elaborate his statement.

“The one that picks you up that day?”

“Are you talking about Yuta?”

He flinched at the mention of another man’s name. The gleam in his eyes starts to fade.

“That was him?”

“Yeah, if you could recall, he is Doyoung’s partner from Osaka.”

“You’re seeing him now?”

Hurry can be heard from his tone, as he demands for an answer.

“We’ve been talking a lot.”

“Has he been treating you well?” Jaehyun felt your answer was ambiguous, not confirming anything.

You took a pause before you replied, mustering all of your strength to do so. Hoping that he could swallow your answer, “He’s wonderful, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun looks down, fussing on his shoes.

He never felt this dejected.

“Strange, isn’t it?” Jaehyun looks at you, “To wake up and your eyes just naturally search for someone that’s not there.”

“Jaehyun…” You pleaded for him not to continue, as you have the hunch that his next sentences will tear you apart.

“I wake up, only to do the necessities for the sake of survival. Better eating, nice sleeping, don’t know what it is.” He shrugs his shoulders, “Instead, I wish I could live on my dreams.”

“My dream is still you. You left traces of you, entangled me. But all I want is to stay.”

A part of you wished you didn’t reject his invitation to hug him. It destroys you when Jaehyun was being so vocal about his heartbreak, and all you did was to run away from him.

“Forget it,” Knowing you’re struggling to get a word out, he did the call. “I guess I’ll go now.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah, it’s about to rain and I finally get to meet you. I don’t want to interrupt your quality time with the rain.” He peeks at the window, confirming that it’s about to drizzle anytime soon. “Don’t look at me like that [Y/N]. It makes it even harder for me to leave.”

“Jaehyun, I-”

“No, I understand [Y/N].” He stopped you from continuing your sentence. “I’ll leave now. I’ll see you at the launching event.”

You saw him disappear through the front door.

He left, yet he still lingers.

–

“You sure it’s OK?” Yuta asked in the front corridor, fixing his suit in front of the mirror.

“What do you mean?” You shouted from your room, making final touches with your lipgloss.

“Well, this is a company event and not just some random party. And he would be there too, ri…”

Your sudden appearance hushed him. Your dress for the night was a maroon halter maxi dress. It was a simple silk dress, but the backless design and the fitted waist feature definitely add more flare to it.

“You look beautiful.” Yuta fixed his gaze on you, not looking away even for a second. “They say the dress made the woman. I say the woman makes the dress.”

His admiration flushed your cheeks, now noticeably pink. “And you look dashing, Yuta.”

He finally looks away, reacting awkwardly over your compliment.

“To answer your question,” You tug the wild strand of hair that decided to rebel itself from the rest of Yuta’s hair. “Yes, even I would love for your company. Johnny already confirmed to me that it’s OK for me to bring a plus one.”

He leans forward, kissing your lips softly, “Who would’ve thought that I would eventually be your plus one.”

You smacked him playfully, “Now, I never know you’d like my lipgloss that much you’d steal it. Should I tell you which brand it is?”

–

“Ms. [Y/L/N]! Glad you made it in time!” Donghyuck greets you, joyful that he finally has a company.

“Donghyuck! You’re here.”

You held Yuta’s hand while walking towards Donghyuck, who’s busy talking to the waiter nearby. He noticed that your eyes travelled somewhere else, so he is guessing that you might be looking for another person’s stature.

“Mr. Jeong has not arrived yet.”

Your eyes bulged from the false allegation, especially when you’re holding another man’s hand. “I was about to ask about Johnny, though.”

“Ah, sorry!” Donghyuck immediately regrets his choice of words, late at realizing that your hands are firmly intertwined with Yuta’s.

“Mr. Seo said he’s going to be a tad late. He mentioned he would probably come with Mr. Jeong, I guess that is why I mixed them up.” Donghyuck made a poor effort of an excuse, “They got something else to take care of, it seems.”

Soon after, all heads turn towards the entryway. While everybody was mesmerized, you’re the only one who turned pale.

“What’s wrong?” Yuta lowered his face, meeting yours who is busy looking at the ground. He took a gracious glance at the center of the attention, quick to make his deduction. “That’s him, right?”

You gave him a small nod, refusing to tilt up your head.

Fear consumes you.

“Mr. Jeong! Sir!” Says the few people who crowded next to him. “I heard our young Jeong Jaehyun was involved in this project. As expected from your son!”

“Ah yes, this is nothing. This should be the standard coming from my son.” He replies, uninterested to keep them entertained while Mark on his side tries not to show his sour emotion.

“It would be an honor if I could speak a few words to him, sir. Is he not coming with you?”

Before Jeong senior could answer their pathetic efforts to gain his favor, two men entered the hall, almost too dramatic. It was easy to find the reason why people’s attention averted so quickly, they are practically a show stopper.

Today’s event was free from any dress codes, nonetheless both of them are instantly stealing people favoritisms by wearing white suits. Johnny opted for a more toned-down version. Only when you carefully zoomed in the details, you will realize that the lapel was finely embroidered in tiny black sequins. Jaehyun, on the other hand, looks stunning in his choice of suit that is printed with big black and white floral patterns. It’s nearly impossible not to look at them.

“Father,” Jaehyun greets out of courtesy. “I’d like you to stand by near the stage.”

His father gave him a confused look.

“Also,” He continues, “Please bring Ms. Hyun along. I’d like to make a few announcements.”

Even the distance you can tell that whatever Jaehyun is telling his father brings so much delight to him. You never see that cold man look so happy before.

You were in daze before Yuta pulls back your attention, squeezing your hand tighter.

“It’s going to be fine.”

You nod and smile, feeling a bit more relaxed after his words of assurance.

Then you feel like someone is looking, so you look back.

You regret doing so.

If looking back means you have to see Jaehyun’s broken-hearted face, you would keep your eyes fixed on Yuta's instead. As if his soul was crushed, he never knew seeing you in another man’s arm would hurt so much.

He thought that it should be him, holding your delicate hand. He should be the one who makes you laugh.

Yet he’s only able to stand from afar.

Yet the only touch that he could give you is the same air that you breathe.

His tears are dry, but he’s drowning in remorse.

Unable to bear the pain any longer, he walks away. Your eyes are still motioned at his direction, saw how he whispers to Johnny before separating their way. You pretend you didn’t anticipate Johnny’s arrival, when in fact you saw he’s coming to where the three of you are.

“[Y/N]! You’re here.” Johnny warmly hugs you, followed by a friendly peck on your cheek.

“Johnny, look at you, how marvelous!”

“Ditto, [Y/N]. You should’ve checked the mirror!” He returned the compliment, before looking at the man who stands right beside you. “And this is…”

“Oh, how rude of me.” You let go of Yuta’s hand. “Johnny, Donghyuck, this is Yuta.”

“Ah! Nakamoto Yuta, right? [Y/N] briefly told me about you.” Johnny reconfirms, and Yuta replies with a polite smile. “Hi, I’m Johnny Seo.”

“Nice to meet you, Seo. Nakamoto Yuta.” Yuta firmly shakes Johnny’s arm. “[Y/N] on the other hand told me plenty of you. She told me you’re a powerhouse, so I’ve been wanting to meet you.”

Johnny shifts his gaze to you, “Powerhouse? [Y/N], what have you been telling your boyfriend?”

“Nothing, Johnny.” You chuckled.

Suddenly Yuta’s phone rang, regretfully breaking the friendly atmosphere. He quickly excused himself before ruining the mood further.

“And,” You quickly continue, making Johnny tilt his head closer to yours. “He’s not my boyfriend, Johnny.”

His eyes grow bigger, showing that your statement took him by a surprise, “I’m not Jaehyun, you know? You don’t have to be polite, I saw how you guys cross your fingers together.”

“From the beginning, in fact.” Donghyuck adds.

“Hyuck!” You protested. “I mean, we’ve been seeing each other. But technically we’re not dating yet.”

“Should I emphasize the word yet?” Johnny said, receiving your slap in return. “I mean, if you never clarify, I wouldn’t be able to tell. You are gleaming next to him. Jaehyun saw it too, and…”

“Attention, ladies and gentleman.”

The MC of the night cuts Johnny abruptly, marking that the event is about to start. All of you quickly find your seat, including Yuta who just returned following her cue. After she gathered everyone’s attention, she proceeds on her MC-ing.

“My name is Mina and I will be your host for the night. First of all, we’d like to thank all of you for coming to our launching event. It’s a great honor to be able to stand in front of our esteemed guests.”

Claps followed her after she reached the full stop. “Of course, tonight’s celebration can’t begin without a grand start. Without further ado, I’d like to welcome our very own COO, Mr. Jeong Jaehyun.”

She left the mic stand, and was quickly replaced by Jaehyun’s figure. Your table is located on the left side of the stage, securing the prime view of the stage. Enabling you to see Jaehyun oh so very clearly, with all of his glory.

“Good evening, everyone.” His low voice echoes, “I’d like to welcome each and every one of you tonight, and thank you for sparing your time to join us.”

He backs off, clearing his throat, “Tonight is the night where we celebrate the launch of our latest and our proudest project yet, Neo Zone. After months of R&Ds, working in between departments, countless sleepless nights from the staff, including myself,” The audience gave him soft giggles in response, “I’m very proud to say that tonight is the origin of a new era for NCT Corporation.”

“Before we take a deeper dive, I’d like to invite important people to the stage because I have an important announcement to make.”

It’s almost peculiar how you saw the MC’s reaction. She wasn't aware of Jaehyun’s sudden declaration judging by the way she looked. As if she didn’t receive the brief beforehand.

“Father, Ms. Hyun Kyungmi, would you take the honor to come to the stage?”

Your heart sank. The addition of Kyungmi, grinning as she couldn’t contain her happiness, makes things worse for you. The sight of his father, escorting her while she can’t stop being so giddy causes you to feel like your stomach to turn inside out.

They’re going to announce their engagement.

Yuta, who even supposedly clueless about the situation, even grasps the whole meaning of Jaehyun’s action. He saw the tense your facial muscles are. He was about to hold your hand so you can relieve the stress, but Johnny outdid him.

“It’s gonna be OK, [Y/N].”

You looked at his rich hickory eyes. While you, and even Yuta are baffled at the sudden detour of the event’s agenda, Johnny shows an opposite reaction. He is very calm and collected despite all the fuss. Confident, even.

Kyungmi didn’t show any signs of hesitation once she reached the stage, trying to act like a smitten fiance and rushed to hug Jaehyun. Jaehyun managed to dodge the worthless affection as he quickly reached out for the mic again.

“As most of you should know, the man standing beside me is the founder of NCT Corporation. Today he is not standing alone as he is accompanied by Ms. Hyun Kyungmi, the daughter of the founder of Hyun Ventures.” Jaehyun quickly introduced them. While his father is keeping his stance, standing tall and pride, Kyungmi is already acting like she’s on a pageant, showing her overly white veneers.

“Without a doubt, I wouldn’t be standing here confidently if it wasn’t for their attendance at tonight's event.”

Jaehyun's speech gains two different reactions. One, Kyungmi that is all over the moon and his father is now busting his chest out, ready to share the happy news. You, on the contrary, wished you were not a VIP for this event, ready to flee. What are they doing, celebrating your sorrow?

Jaehyun cleared his throat, ready to continue his speech in a single breath. Smirk appears on his face, almost too smugly.

“Hereby I’d like to use this opportunity to declare my father denouncement, as he is proven to be guilty in the act of illegal transactions; including drugs, gamblings, prostitutions, and sexual assault. Officers, please guard both Mr. Jeong Sr. and Ms. Hyun.”

The room’s atmosphere took a grand fall. You move your palm against your mouth, at a loss for words as suddenly four people in uniforms enter the stage, married with the audible gasps that echoes in the hall.

A/N: I’m not sure about you guys, but I felt so many emotions writing this chapter. I wish I could have this version of Jaehyun in my life minus the mafia background please. Also! Grab your popcorn people, I think the next chapter should be quite exciting to read :)

Fun fact: White Night is probably my favorite track on this album, so that is why I was so attached to this chapter?

#jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun angst #jaehyunxreader #jaehyun fic #neowritingsnet #mafia!au #jaehyunfluff #jaehyun #jaehyun scenario #fic jaehyun #angst jaehyun #interlude no more drama #nct scenario #inmd #white night

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hotforharrison · 5 years

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Meet & Greet ch 17

Chapter 16 <-- Series Masterlist --> Chapter 18

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Summary: You missed out on a Tom Holland meet and greet, but a stranger, who you are pretty sure is a Tom Holland lookalike, rescues you from your pity party for one.

Word Count: 1,697

Warnings: Smut and language, as usual

A/N: Celebratory porn, the first installment!

“Your American bagels are weird,” Tom commented, as he ate one at your kitchen table.

You shrugged. “I didn’t even know there were British beigels.”

“I’ll have to take you to Beigel Bake.” When he realized the implications of what he’d said, he added, “that is, if you want to come back to London at some point.”

“I don’t know yet. I mean, I want to, but…” you trailed off.

London had been special, and you weren’t sure if you could recapture what you’d had there. Your life now felt divided into three periods -- Before London, London, and After London. Things were definitely far simpler in the former two periods.

“I know, love,” he said, placing his hand on top of yours where it rested on the table.

You leaned over to kiss him, soft and sweet.

“There’s something I’ve been wondering,” he started, glancing down. “With all that’s happened, are you still glad that you met me?”

“Yes,” you replied. “I’ll never regret meeting you.”

Of that you were certain.

How did the quote go? 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?’

You weren’t sure that it was ‘love’ in the context that most people used it, at least not yet, even though it was heading in that direction.

You definitely did consider him your ‘first love,’ though, in addition to your first everything else so far. You just didn’t know if he’d also be your only.

“I don’t have any regrets either,” he said, “no matter what you decide.”

His thumb absentmindedly stroked your hand as silence dragged on between you, your unfinished breakfasts forgotten on the table in front of you.

“Am I interrupting any plans you had for today, since I showed up unannounced?” he eventually asked, changing the subject.

“No,” you replied. “The only thing I intended to do today was to avoid the outside world. I’m already doing that.”

“Staying in works for me. Do you happen to have any tea?” he asked.

“I don’t, but I’ll get some next time I’m at the store. It was just okay at first, but now I actually kind of miss it,” you admitted. “I really do need to go grocery shopping, though. I haven’t been since I got back.”

“But you want to avoid the outside world?” he guessed.

“Yeah.” You sighed. “Maybe I should just get it over with and resume my day-to-day life, instead of hiding.”

He shrugged, finally finishing the bagel. “It’s up to you either way.”

You cleaned up the table from breakfast.

“You know what? I’m just going to get this over with.” You grabbed your purse and keys, walking toward the front door. When you glanced over your shoulder, you noticed Tom hadn’t moved. “Aren’t you coming?”

“I didn’t know I was invited.”

“Of course you’re invited,” you said, surprised that he thought he wasn’t.

He quickly caught up to you and followed you out the door.

The drive to the grocery store was as uneventful as you expected it to be.

You had to take a deep breath and give yourself a silent pep talk walking through the parking lot to steel yourself for whatever was going to happen.

“Do you need a trolley?” Tom asked as you walked up to the entrance.

“A what?” You were confused.

He pointed to the shopping carts.

“Oh! Yeah.” You grabbed one. “Your British-isms are weird.”

He chuckled. “I could say the same about your American-isms.”

No one paid any attention to you as you shopped, picking up everything you needed after being gone for two weeks, while chatting away. It actually felt relatively normal, and you wondered if you were being lulled into a false sense of security.

Your last stop before checking out was the international foods section because you knew they had some British snacks.

“Sweet!” Tom exclaimed when he saw them, tossing a few into the cart. “No offense, but some of your American snacks are disgusting. I don’t see how you can eat them.”

“None taken,” you said with a laugh. “I can’t say the same about your British snacks. I actually liked most of the ones I tried.”

“What was your favorite?” he asked.

“My favorite British snack is obviously you,” you replied, trying not to laugh and failing.

He laughed, too, as you walked together to the front of the store.

You made a point of going through the self-checkout, even with a full cart, to avoid cashiers who you thought might recognize Tom.

It took longer than you would have liked to check out, but the cashier in charge of the self-checkout ignored you, barely looking up when you walked past her to the exit doors.

Tom helped you load the groceries into the trunk. You got in the car and started the drive home.

“That was painless,” you commented.

“You sound shocked,” he said.

“I am. Is that what it would be like dating you?” you asked.

“Most of the time, but not always,” he admitted. “Sometimes people recognize me and want selfies, and of course there’s the paparazzi.” He paused. “Did you think people would hound you everywhere you go?”

“Yeah, I kind of did,” you confessed.

“Remember how it was in London before you left, how we went out quite a few times, and I took you sightseeing, without anything happening?” he asked.

You nodded, fondly remembering what you referred to as ‘the bubble.’

“That’s how it would be most of the time.”

“Oh,” you responded.

“Oh,” he agreed.

“You made it sound scary when we talked about it on the phone after I got back,” you said.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I just wanted to be sure you knew dating me isn’t like dating someone who isn’t famous. I’d rather avoid the heartbreak of you realizing that later on.”

“I’ve never dated anyone before. I don’t really know how to date someone, famous or not,” you admitted.

“For all intents and purposes, we’re already dating, just without the label. The label’s more for everyone else than for us.”

“So we’d just keep doing what we’re doing?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Pretty much.”

“Oh.” You were quiet as you parked in front of your place. Dating Tom didn’t seem nearly as daunting as it had, and you knew you definitely wanted to continue what you had with him. “So, I guess we’re dating?”

“I guess we are,” he confirmed.

You were silent again as you unloaded the trunk, and he helped you carrying everything into your kitchen.

“What happens now?” you eventually asked.

“Well, we’ll get your groceries put away before they spoil,” he responded, drily.

You chuckled. “You know what I mean.”

He grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. “We can do this,” he started, then pressed a kiss to your lips, “and this while we’re out.”

“But not this,” you added mischievously, as you grabbed his semi-erect cock through the fabric of his pants.

“No, not that,” he agreed, “but we’re not out right now.”

You dropped to your knees in front of him, quick to undo his pants and get his cock out. He’d already firmed up by the time you got him in your mouth, hand wrapped around the base. You immediately started bobbing your head, not looking to tease.

“Such a good girl for me, darling,” he praised, burying his fingers in your hair.

You moaned around his cock, taking him a bit deeper into your mouth.

Arousal was an insistent pulse between your legs.

You fumbled to get your pants open with one hand, beyond desperate for some stimulation by the time you finally got your fingers into your damp panties.

It was never as good as when he took care of you, knowing your body as well as you did at this point, but you shoved two fingers inside yourself and started to pump them in and out at the same pace you worked his cock.

You tasted a burst of precum against your tongue.

“Fuck, I can hear how wet you are for me.” He groaned, then pulled out of your mouth. “Up, up, up.” He helped you to your feet.

You stumbled while you shucked your pants and shoes, glad you’d chosen some that slipped on instead of tied.

He swept a few bags of groceries off your kitchen table, contents clattering on the floor, and hefted you onto the newly cleared space.

He pushed into you in one long stroke, and started pounding into you at a punishing pace.

While you were wrapping your legs around his midsection, your hips tilted. His cock bumped directly against your g-spot hard, and you wailed.

“Love?” he asked, immediately slowing down, concern crossing his face.

“Don’t stop!” you cried out, surprised how forcefully that had come out, thrusting your hips against him in an attempt to spur him back into action.

He resumed driving into you hard and fast, right against your g-spot. It felt amazing.

Before you could reach a hand between your thighs to get yourself the rest of the way there, you suddenly toppled over the edge untouched.

You tightened around his cock, entire body tense, pleasure radiating from your core. It was almost too much, and simultaneously exactly perfect. At the peak of your climax, you felt a wet rush.

It was a bit like being underwater when you heard him shout your name, and felt him pump into you a few more times before stilling.

You were rendered light-headed from the intensity.

“That was so fucking hot,” he eventually commented, still breathing a bit hard.

“What just…” you trailed off, still deep in your post-orgasmic haze.

“You squirted. I thought we’d have to use the g-spot vibrator for that. How was it?”

“It was…” You paused, trying to find words, before eventually settling on, “wow.”

He pulled out slickly and stepped back, but you remained lying half on the edge of the table, unmoving, eyes still shut.

You heard the rustle of a plastic bag. “I think we’re going to have to go back to the supermarket.”

“Worth it,” you responded. And it most definitely was.

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5hfanfiction · 7 years

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The Golden Rose (Chapter 7)

Lauren and Camila spent every waking second with each other yesterday. Camila ended up spending the night at Lauren’s and changed into a pair of Lauren’s clothes in the morning. The clothes were slightly bigger on Camila, but she didn’t mind. It felt like a dream to actually be in Lauren’s clothes.

Yesterday was also the first day both Camila and Lauren were able to stay in the classroom without Diane pulling one of them out. Their day was mostly spent doing assessments to see where each child stood, but before the kids left they threw an ice cream and bubble party. The kids had a blast while a few of the parents shot a death glare while their child bounced off the walls.

Lauren also came back to find two golden roses sitting on her desk. She liked the little game she was playing with the mysterious person, however she desperately wanted to know who she was receiving them from. When she walked in today she found not only another rose, but a CD too. The CD contained eight different tracks and a letter explaining what each track meant. She was excited to listen to it later.

Today went a bit slower than the other days this week. Lauren blamed it on Diane for stealing Camila yet again. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t somewhat curious about what Diane had Camila doing. Diane occasionally pulled teachers out to help with minor things, but Camila was being pulled out almost everyday, and sometimes she’d be gone the entire day. Was there something bigger going on that Diane didn’t want everyone to know about?

Diane finally let Camila free before the school day ended. Lauren was grateful for that because recess was always the most stressful part of the day. The boys always roughhoused while the girls stayed put in their little “house”. However, today’s recess was a bit more stressful because they used this time to have water play instead of running around on the playground.

“Let me see your eyes,” Lauren said sternly as Camila placed a bucket of water on the ground. Everyone except for Jude and Grady moved their eyes to Lauren. The rebel twins as all the teacher called them, focused their attention on the giant tub of water.

“Jude and Grady, listen to Miss. Lauren,” Camila calmly said as she redirected the twins attention. Lauren shot Camila a thankful smile.

“I don’t want do see anybody putting water on somebody who doesn’t want to get wet. I’ll give you one warning, but anything after that and you’ll have to sit on the stairs until it’s time to go home,” Lauren stated. “Does everyone understand?”

“Yes,” the class said in unison.

“Go have fun,” Lauren said as she watched all the children run to the bucket and immediately start spraying each other.

Everything was calm and everyone was playing nicely with each other for the first time until Camila grabbed a few water guns out of the the supply closet. The boys practically tackled Camila to the ground when they took them out of her hand. In a matter of seconds they had the water guns filled up and were squirting everything and everyone insight. The girls squealed as they tried to dodge the water shooting at them. Camila ended up becoming a shield and took most of the water. She was also the least prepared for water day. She was still wearing her regular clothes which included a now see through white shirt. Lauren tried her hardest not to stare, but it was hard when Camila’s body looked as good as it did.

“Do you want to take the kids up while I clean up this mess?” Camila asked with a slight laugh as she ringed out her drenched shirt.

“Y-yeah,” Lauren stuttered as she tried to move her eyes away from Camila’s abdomen, but her eyes stayed glued.

“Like what you see?” Camila playfully smirked, making Lauren reddened.

“Maybe a little."

"Only a little?” Camila questioned. “Geez Lauren, you’re a tough one to please."

"Okay maybe a little bit more than a little,” Lauren admitted shyly.

“Miss. Lauren can we go get changed?” Aria asked, interrupting Camila and Lauren’s conversation.

“Line up,” Lauren yelled, making all the children stop what they were doing and get into a straight line except for the trouble twins.

“Good luck with them.”

It was a little harder than it should’ve been, but Lauren managed to get all her kids dressed and ready to go home before the parents arrived. It was an absolute miracle. Camila came back as soon as the rebel twins were walking out of the school with their mom.

“I see you changed,” Lauren mentioned as Camila walked into the class with a black hoodie on.

“No one warned me what day it was or else I would’ve been prepared,” Camila said as pushed the sleeves up to her elbow.

“It’s been on the schedule.”

“No one reads the schedule.”

“Well they should because it holds valuable information,” Lauren said as she lifted the chairs up onto the table.

“Maybe I’ll look at it next time,” Camila said as she helped Lauren put the chairs on top of table for the cleaning lady. “Hey Laur, I was wondering if you’d be able to give me a ride today? I hate to ask, but Diane drove me today and she has to stay late because she’s meeting with some people.”

“What kind of people?” Lauren asked interested.

“I don’t know, I think it’s potential buyers for the school, or something like that.”

It was finally hitting Lauren on how real all of this was. The school she’s always loved is now going to people who will probably change it into something mainstream like a gym.

“Uh yeah, I can give you a ride if you want. I want to stop at target beforehand since it’s on the way to your place if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all. What do you need?”

“A few household supplies and possibly some things for the classroom.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind as long as I can get Starbucks.”

“And me a cake pop,” Lauren added jokingly.

The two girls finished straightening up the classroom so the custodian could do a proper clean without moving everything. Once they were done everything, they made their way over to Lauren’s favorite store; Target.

“I’m gonna get some Starbucks real quick,” Camila said as they walked through the sliding glass doors.

“Meet me in the dollar spot when you’re done,” Lauren replied as she grabbed a red cart.

Lauren walked over to the dollar spot and started to examine all the junk laying out on the shelves. She was a sucker for all of it. Often she would buy things in case she would need it one day, but all that stuff was packed away in her storage unit. Her roommates tried to help her declutter when they moved into their new apartment, however anytime someone tried to throw something away, Lauren threw a little hissy fit. They eventually started throwing things away without Lauren knowledge and to this day Lauren still hasn’t noticed anything missing.

“Lauren? Lauren Jauregui is that you?” A young girl in her early twenties asked, grabbing Lauren’s attention.

“Hannah,” Lauren replied in a fake happy voice as she was pulled into a hug by the blonde girl. “It’s been forever.”

“I know. Are you still working at the Golden Creek place?”

“Uh, yeah I am,” Lauren nodded.

“Wow I’m surprised that place is still up and running. Wasn’t it supposed to shut down last school year?”

“Nope, we’re still running.”

“Wow, I’m surprised considering half of your enrollment is now attending my school. It’s only a matter of time before the school is empty.”

“Mhm,” Lauren hummed along as she tried to control her anger.

“I’m sure you’ll be looking for a new job soon, and right now is a great time to apply for a position at Elenor Walks Academy. We’re starting a kindergarten program next school year.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. I actually have something lined up,” Lauren lied. She could really use a job at Hannah’s school, but the last thing she wanted was to be apart of the school that ruined Golden Valley over mere family drama.

“Well if that falls through don’t be afraid to give me a call. We would love to have a teacher like you at our school.”

“Hey Laur, I got you a cake pop like you requested,” Camila said as she came back with a bag in one hand and a tea in the other.

“I’ll catch you around Lauren,” Hannah said before disappearing into the clothing section.

“Who was that?” Camila asked as they began to walked towards the craft section.

“Hannah,” Lauren grumbled as she hands clenched onto the plastic handlebar.

“Hannah? Who is Hannah?”

“Hannah was that girl who was just talking to me.”

“Well I know that, but what did she want? Do you know her from somewhere?”

“We used to go to preschool together at Golden Valley. In fact, her family was the previous owners of the school,” Lauren explained. “Her parents got a divorce before she entered second grade and she spiraled out of control because her parents were never on the same page. Her dad had money and gave her everything her little heart desired while her mom made her work for everything. Well when her mom went to sell the place, Hannah decided she wanted to take over, but her mom was only going to sell it to her if she saw Hannah put some actual work into in the place. Of course Hannah is too good to do any work and threw a hissy fit, so her father bought her a new school. I personally think he didn’t it to piss off his ex-wife, but that’s none of my business.”

“And how do you know all this?"

"We used to be friends for the longest time,” Lauren shrugged. “It wasn’t till I took a position at Golden Valley that we stopped being friends.”

“Are you going to take her up on her offer?”

“I don’t want to,” Lauren sighed as they pulled into the aisle. “But if I can’t find a job then I have no other choice. It’s not my first option.”

“What’s your first option then?” Camila asked interested.

“Well I would love to take Golden Valley over because I have so many ideas that would make it grow, but I don’t have the money to buy it from Diane. My next option is sending out my resume to every school in the area, and I’ve even thought about moving back to Florida and trying to find a job there.”

“You really don’t want to work with her.”

“It would be literal hell. She’s driven me insane for twenty years now,” Lauren shared as she turned out of the craft aisle and down the party aisle.

“Then why were you friends with her?”

“I honestly don’t know,” Lauren laughed as she grabbed a pack of black plates and napkins.

The two girls continued shopping for everything on Lauren’s list and even some things not on her list. Their conversation drifted into different subjects. Some of it was about the school and another part was how Lauren celebrated birthdays in her classroom. At the very end of their trip, Lauren indulged on some of the memories she made at Target with Lucy. It was the first time she ever openly talked about Lucy without thinking twice or struggling with it. She felt comfortable talking about her Camila. More comfortable than she did with people she’s known her entire life. For once she didn’t feel guilty. It was like she could tell Lucy was happy for her.

“Do you want to come over to my place?” Lauren asked as she placed the last items up on the conveyor belt. She was enjoying her time with the brown-eyed girl and didn’t want it to stop.

“Sure, if you want me too.”

“I do,” Lauren nodded as she pulled the cart forward. “I found a CD on my desk this morning from that mysterious person. We should listen to it.”

“I don’t know Lauren. Is that something you should listen to by yourself?”

“Possibly, but maybe you can help me figure out who it’s from and we could solve the case together."

"I don’t know.”

“Please Mila,” Lauren practically begged. “It’s driving me insane that I can’t figure out who this all tracks back to. If it gets too deep and personal then we can turn it off and do something else.”

Camila hesitated for a second before finally agreeing.

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- Ashley

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Monster Woo - 261 (pt. 4/5)

With tears streaming down her face, she suddenly found herself engulfed in Woo’s arms, a sense of warmth permeating through her body, leaving her senses raw and absurdly alive. She could smell him - a musky mix of cologne, faint cigarette smoke, strong mint and perspiration - and it somehow gave her a sense of comfort. His large hands encircled her waist and shoulders, with a hand occasionally rubbing lines down her back, providing her the relaxation that she desperately needed.

“I’m sorry ____. You must have been scared.” His voice held a sheepish tone despite being low and husky. “I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

She said nothing, choosing silence as a means to hide her initial fear and current sense of embarrassment.

“Look, I’m really sorry I scared you,” Woo apologised again when he did not hear a reply. “I was just surprised to see you here, especially at this time of the night. I thought you’d be home after your class, especially on Fridays.”

She froze. “He thought about me? Does he still think of me?” her inner voice wondered. She pulled away from him, wiping her face with the ends of her sleeves. “Well, you’re right.“ Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper. “You scared me. I thought I was getting abducted or something.”

He let out a hard sigh. “Okay it’s my bad. Let me take you home to make up for it, alright? I need to get away from here too.”

He offered his hand, which she accepted bashfully, leading her to his black beauty of a ride. This time though, she knew what to do and slowly eased herself onto the bike with some grace, after which he made good of his word by reaching her neighbourhood in record time. He then insisted on seeing her up all the way to her apartment doorstep, mumbling something about her personal safety.

The ride up in the elevator was silent with unspoken thoughts. She kept stealing glances at him from the side of her eyes, her heart burning with desire to know what the hell happened to him during the past month. Where did he go? What had he been up to? Why did he not call nor simply text a message to her? Just as she was about to open her mouth, the elevator door dinged open.

A short walk away from the elevator led both of them to her door in almost an instant. Sliding the code panel up slowly, she hesitated briefly. “What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing her hesitation. “Did you forget your passcode?”

“I..,” she started before sliding down the panel with a resolute mouth and turning to face him. “What happened to you?”

“What?” He stared at her, taken aback by her sudden tenacity.

“Well, what happened to you?” she repeated in a louder voice. “Where have you been all this while?”

“Sshhh. You’ll wake all your neighbours up,” he said, almost pleading.

“So what?” she demanded. “I’m only asking a question. It’s not like I’m drunk and shouting away, making a nuisance of myself.” She paused, deciding mentally if she wanted to go ahead with her next attack. She decided to go for it. “And you never texted me either. I wasn’t expecting you to call of course, but you were the one who wanted my number in the first place and it’s only polite to send a text message first, don’t you think–”

She got no further with her verbal attack because all of a sudden his face was dangerously close to hers. “I’ll explain everything to you now if you’re willing to spare me the time,” he said in a low growl.

“Wh-what?” She blinked her eyes several times, conscious of her own heart drumming wildly within the confines of her chest. “What are you doing? Are you flirting with me right now?”

He chuckled, tickled by her response. “You’re really something, you know that?” He backed away a few steps, moved to lean against the wall just beside her door and crossed his arms. “Look, I don’t think I need to tell you anything but since you asked, I’ll oblige. I have all the time in the world right now at this moment. Are you up for it?”

“Okay then. Tell me.” She leaned against her door, looking at him expectantly.

“Right here?” he frowned.

“Well, were you expecting me to let a strange man enter my apartment?” she shot back.

“Geez…너 정말 분위기 죽이 방법 알고있다,” he muttered under his breath.

“Oh, did I just ruin the moment for you?” she deadpanned, earning herself a stare from him.

“What? I thought you can’t really speak Korean!” he exclaimed, his deep voice sounding uncharacteristically higher.

“What makes you think I can’t?“ she huffed. “You don’t know anything about me.” She turned aside, not wanting to face him when she felt her cheeks heating up again.

“Okay, okay,” he breathed in and out. “Look ____, is it okay if I come inside and explain things to you? I’d like it if we can have a nice, quiet talk without disturbing anyone else’s peace. I feel like I wanna do this right,” he said sincerely, his eyes gazing into the depths of her soul.

She gulped. She had probably broken a thousand rules from her imaginary Korea 101 rule book, so what was the deal if she broke a few more? “Sure, you can come in,“ she agreed after what seemed like eternity. “But only to talk,” she reminded him.

Minutes later, he was seated on her navy blue couch, his large frame sinking comfortably onto the cushions, making a dent in the middle of the couch, while she busied herself in the kitchen. He took in the cosy apartment with its simple decor peppered with bits and pieces of her raw self: off-white curtains with some potpurri hung at the windows, a cork board with some hearts, post-its and letters pinned on it, a study table with a laptop and neatly-arranged piles of notes and books, and a mounted wall shelf with an assortment of knick-knicks and photo frames.

Woo eyed the photo frames with interest. He got up and reached the shelf in a few strides. Peering at the photos, he spotted her in all of them, albeit under different settings and with varying hairstyles. There was one of her in a boyish crew cut, looking chubbier than her current self and surrounded by a small circle of girls. Everyone in the photo was wearing the same dark green pinafore over either a white T-shirt or a light green striped blouse. Another photo showed her hugging a striking-looking female who looked similar in age, with a rather expansive-looking campus ground as backdrop, while a red frame displayed her being embraced from both sides by people with seniority, both of whom she seemed to resemble in some ways, with a pair of co-ed adults behind them, who also shared some resemblance and looked to be taller and possibly younger than her.

“I hope you like tea,” he heard her quip as he turned and saw her approaching the coffee table. She placed a blue mug and an accompanying plate of something sweet on the table just as he resumed his position on the couch. “Sorry, I don’t have coffee at the moment.”

“Tea’s fine,” he said with a little smile. “Thank you.” He went on to take a sip only to splutter and curse, spilling some tea on his shirt.

“Are you okay?!” she gasped and jumped up to grab a damp dish cloth from the kitchen. “You do know the tea is still freaking bubbling hot, right?” she frowned as she started to dab the cloth on his affected shirt area.

“Yeah, I guess I forgot that you used boiling water to make the tea,” he frowned back, before his face softened and all that could be heard was his breathing amidst the slight ruffling sounds of the dish cloth rubbing against his stained shirt. He gazed at her head as she appeared to have been oblivious to his sarcasm, diligently trying to soak up tea with furrowed brows. Something stirred in him and he felt unsettled by it.

“I think that should do it,” she said as she finally looked up and caught his gaze. “Um…I’ll just rinse this in the kitchen,” she mumbled and excused herself swiftly. He looked on at her retreating figure, decked in black sweats and a white T-shirt that seemed to hug her body dangerously tight. She did not have model-like proportions but her arms and shoulders seemed sturdy and toned for her petite stature. He was curious about her workout routine, if any.

When she finally returned from the kitchen, having deigned to potter about with other unnecessary and probably non-existent tasks, she found him leant back comfortably on the couch with a thoughtful expression. “You alright?”

“Yeah…” The thoughtful expression lingered on his face. “Listen, I…I’m sorry I never called or texted you after that day at the coffee shop…” he started off with some uncertainty. “I hope you’ve been well since then…” his voice trailed off.

“It’s…it’s okay…I guess,” she shrugged. “I’m fine actually. I think perhaps… I’ve been too presumptuous. I don’t know why I thought you had to call or text me though, heheheh,” she laughed uneasily, a lump beating wildly against her chest.

“No…,” he said, shifting his body closer towards her. “I think I do know why I should have called you…”

It was her turn to be surprised when she found large hands cupping her face all of a sudden and his lips planted right smack on hers.

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Forever with you

Chuuya sat at the table twirling his half-full glass of wine. He sighed and rested his chin on his hand. He was so deep in thought that he almost missed the sound of the door opening, followed by a familiar voice.

“I’m home Chuuya.” Dazai greeted as he hung his tan coat on the hook next to the door.

“Hey Dazai, how was work?” Chuuya replied, a bit of a solemn tone still in his voice.

“Eh Kunikida had me doing paperwork forever, I was afraid I was gonna die from boredom~”

“You’d finally be dead, haven’t you been craving death for years?” Chuuya stated and stood up, walking to the kitchen.

“I’d like a peaceful suicide, Chuuya, that’s different than death coming to me.”

“Whatever. I had dinner ready but it was gonna spoil so I made you a plate and put it in the fridge. I’m gonna go take a shower.” Chuuya rubbed his forehead as he walked towards the staircase. He was suddenly stopped when he felt his wrist being tugged.

“Hey Chuuya-” Dazai called out as Chuuya began walking up the stairs. Chuuya stopped and turned around to look at Dazai. “Are you okay? Is something bothering you?”

“It’s nothing, I’m just pretty tired. Work is burning all of me energy. I feel like I have no time to relax anymore.” Chuuya lied.

“Aw my poor little Chuuya~” Dazai gave him a small, warm smile. “Go take a nice hot shower. I’ll be up for bed after I eat.” Chuuya nodded and walked up the rest of the stairs.

As soon as the bathroom door was closed and locked, Chuuya stepped in front of the mirror. He lightly touched the dark circles under his eyes and sighed. Stripping himself of his many layers, he prepared the shower to an almost scalding heat that any sane person wouldn’t dare go near.

Letting the water rain down on him, he dove back into his thoughts.

‘I can’t possibly know what he wants. What if he doesn’t want more out of our relationship? We already live together, maybe that’s where he draws the line. Oh god what if he’s cheating on me. Maybe all those late nights at work are cover up stories for cheating and that’s why he doesn’t want anything else. Oh god I-’

His thoughts abruptly ended when he heard a knock at the door. “Chuuya are you okay? You’ve been in there a while, you’re gonna overheat.”

“Uh y-yeah I’ll be out in a second.” Chuuya stuttered as he shut the shower off, stepped out, and dried himself with the towel sitting folded next to the sink. He walked past the fogged up mirror and stepped out of the bathroom and into their shared bedroom. Dazai was on the other side of the room unwrapping the copious amounts of bandages around his arms.

“Chuuya are you sure you’re okay? You didn’t finish your wine and you took a long shower. You only do that when you’ve got something really weighing on your mind.” Dazai looked at his petite boyfriend.

“I think I just need to take a few days off from work.” Chuuya lied once more as he slipped into his pajamas and climbed into their bed. “I’m gonna talk to Mori tomorrow.”

“You’re sure that’s all?”

“Yes, I promise. Good night Dazai.”

“Remember you can always come to me if you have any problems. Goodnight Chuuya, I love you.” Dazai leaned down and kissed the wet, soft red hair. Chuuya smiled a little bit.

“I love you too.”

“Come in.” Mori’s voice sounded through the wood doors. Chuuya stepped inside and closed the door softly behind him. “Ah Chuuya, what can I do for you?” Mori folded his hands on his desk and leaned his weight onto his elbows.

“Mori you know I hate doing this, but I think I need a few days off.” Chuuya asked as he stood straight with his hands behind his back.

“Oh that’s not a problem, Chuuya. You do a lot for this organization, I think you deserve a few days to yourself. Plus we can’t have you screwing up any important work due to exhaustion or distractions.” Mori smiled a bit. “How many days would you like to take?”

“I think three would be best.” Chuuya replied.

“You can have four. Finish your assignments today and then your time off begins.” Mori explained before picking up the paperwork on his desk.

“Thank you, Mori.” Chuuya bowed slightly as he turned and walked out of the large office. Once the door closed behind him, he sighed and made his way to the elevator.

“Dazai, I’m home. Are you here?” Chuuya called out as he hung his hat and coat next to the door. He noticed the familiar brown coat hanging on the hook. “Hey, shitty bastard, where are you hiding?”

“I’m in here Chuuya~” Dazai called from another room. Chuuya followed the voice and found himself in the kitchen. He stood in the opening to see Dazai covered in flour and sugar. “I wanted to help you feel better so I made you some cookies.” Dazai smiled. Chuuya chuckled lightly.

“Dazai, you’re a mess. Did any of the ingredients even make it into the mixing bowl?” Chuuya joked as he stepped closer to see the soft cookies on the tray. He couldn’t help but notice that the cookies looked delicious.

“Surprisingly yes, and they’re you’re favorite.” Dazai swiped a bit of the flour on his clothes onto his finger and tapped Chuuya’s nose, leaving a tiny dot of white powder. Chuuya frantically wiped it away before grabbing a cookie and taking a bite. They we’re still warm, and baked perfectly to where they were that perfect soft and chewyness.

“These are perfect Dazai,” Chuuya smiled and gave his boyfriend a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.” Dazai smiled to Chuuya as he wiped his hands on a towel.

“Did you talk to Mori about that time off?”

“Oh yeah, he gave me the next four days off. I only asked for three but he gave me four.” Chuuya shrugged. “I’m thinking I’ll just spend some time here at the house and probably visit Kouyou.”

“Alright well take care of yourself okay? I’ve gotta work the next two days but I don’t think I have any more late nights. So how about a date night one of these nights?” Chuuya smiled a bit.

“I’d like that.” He replied.

“I’ll let you know about plans.” Dazai smiled and stepped towards the staircase. “Alright I’m gonna go shower and clean myself up a little. I think flour got under my bandages somehow~”

“Only an idiot like you could manage that.” Chuuya chuckled a bit as Dazai walked away from his, leaving Chuuya alone with the warm cookies.

“Thanks for meeting with me nee-san. This has been eating at me for a while and I don’t know what to do anymore.” Chuuya said in a quiet tone as he held the warm mug with fresh tea inside.

“Of course Chuuya,” Kouyou answered as she sat in the seat across from the redhead and placed her own mug in front of her. “What’s on your mind?” Chuuya sighed.

“I-I’m afraid that Dazai doesn’t want any bigger commitment out of our relationship.” He stuttered as he looked down at his reflection in the tea.

“As in marriage?”

“Well yeah. We already live together, we have for about 3 years now and we’ve been a couple for 5 years. I’m afraid that he’s falling out of love with me. And all these late work nights that he does, what if he’s cheating on me?” Chuuya ranted as he looked into Kouyou’s eyes, his own slightly glassing up.

“Chuuya, darling, I’ve seen how you and Dazai are with each other. If that boy somehow fell out of love with you, then whoever captured him has to be some kind of god.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better.”

“What I’m saying is, I think your worries are nothing to pay attention to. Yes Dazai can be an idiot sometimes but I don’t think he’s dumb enough to let you slip through his fingers.” She placed a supporting hand on Chuuya’s forearm. “Don’t worry about this, okay?”

“I’ll try not to. Thank you, Nee-san.” Chuuya smiled.

“Of course darling anytime.” She gave the redhead a soft and supportive smile.

Chuuya sat in the dark mahogany arm chair, reading one of his favorite books and clutching a glass of wine. He felt all his worries fade away as his shoulders relaxed. As he turned the page, his attention was diverted to the sound of the front door opening.

“Hey Dazai.” Chuuya greeted as he looked back down to his book and took a sip of wine. The brunet moved wordlessly over to the redhead before giving him a quick kiss on the top of his head. “Dazai what was that for?” Chuuya questioned with a smile tugging at his lips.

“I missed you today.” Dazai replied as he fumbled with something in his pockets. Chuuya’s eyes diverted to his hands.

“What are you doing? What’s in your pocket?”

“Nothing.” Dazai lied with a flat face that would’ve been impossible to read if Chuuya hadn’t known Dazai for most of his life.

“Don’t lie to me you never put your hands in your pants pockets.” Chuuya crossed him arms and raised an eyebrow. “So what’s in your pockets?” Dazai sighed.

“Chuuya there’s nothing in my pockets, I promise.” Dazai smiled and raised his empty hands. “I just came by to get something Kunikida wanted me to fill out. I’ll be off work at 7, meet me at the fountain in the park?” Chuuya sighed.

“Sure.” Chuuya sat back down in his chair and resumed what he was doing prior to the conversation. “See you later.”

“Bye Chuuya~!” Dazai’s bubbly voice sang before the door closed behind him.

Chuuya sighed as he grabbed a coat from the closet. It was a hip length black coat with a wool interior that was gifted to him by Dazai since he didn’t have any warm coats, that weren’t ankle length, for the winter. He grabbed his hat and began walking down the stairs to the front door. He grabbed his hat with a slight smile before locking up the house and beginning the walk to the park.

Chuuya took the walk as a time to think about why the hell Dazai wanted to meet him in the park. The fresh air was incredibly relaxing, and before he even realized it, he arrived at the empty park and found Dazai sitting on the edge of the fountain. The same exact spot where they went on their first date. The stunning brown orbs looked in Chuuya’s direction before widening with excitement. Chuuya couldn’t help but smile slightly at his boyfriend’s enthusiasm.

“Well hello my little redhead.” Dazai stood in front of Chuuya and smiled down at the other.

“What’s all this about Dazai? We haven’t been to this park in years.”

“Do you remember our first date Chuuya?” Dazai asked as he rested his hands on Chuuya’s hips. Chuuya responded by wrapping his arms around Dazai’s neck.

“Of course. We were sitting right in front of that statue. We sat there for hours just eating little foods that we picked up along the street. And finally, after we finished our food, you leaned over and kissed me.” Chuuya reminisced happily. “That was such an amazing night.”

“Yeah it really was. It was the night I realized that I was in love with you.” Dazai took a deep breath. “Chuuya, I brought you to this park because I wanted to do something, and I’ve wanted to do this for a while. You are the love of my life and I wake up everyday being so thankful that I have you in my life. And I want to keep it that way.” Dazai released his hold on Chuuya to reach into his coat pocket. Realization of what’s happening began to hit Chuuya.

“Dazai-” was all Chuuya could manage. He covered his mouth with his hand and released a small sob. He watched every single one of Dazai’s movements as he dropped his hands from Chuuya’s hips and reached into his pocket. Dazai took a small breath before getting down on one knee.

“Chuuya, will you marry me?” Dazai opened the small velvet box to reveal a simple silver band with small, flat, circular jewels going all the way around. Chuuya stood at a loss for a few seconds before nodded quickly. Dazai’s smile grew to reach his ears as he slipped the ring onto Chuuya’s finger before embracing the little redhead. Chuuya wrapped his arms around Dazai’s neck and buried his face into the crook of Dazai’s neck.

Chuuya pulled his face away from Dazai’s neck and looked up into his eyes. Chuuya smiled slightly as the space between them closed slowly, until it was completely gone and their lips were locked. It was a slow kiss but it was filled with emotion. Love, passion, happiness, Chuuya could feel it all. But most of all, he could feel his own smile glued to his lips.

And he could feel Dazai’s too.

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