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Always, yours (2)

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Second - My name is Lee Junho and I will be your trainer

You stood at the entrance of the gym, your palms somehow clammy. You didn’t realize putting on leggings would look this bad. Tears welled up in your eyes when Sukyeong took your hand to yank you inside.

“C’mon, don’t be ridiculous,” she whispered to you and when she managed to pull you inside, she pressed her fisted hand against your back, making you walk ahead. “You look great! You don’t even look like you’ve been pregnant,” she hissed in your ear.

Arguable, you thought right away but decided not to be any more negative. The only good point was you were able to leave home without the triplets. Baekhyun, just as promised, was home by six so you didn’t have to worry about leaving them at the baby corner (it was baby safe, you went to check the place out).

Slightly bowing to the other girls as you walked past, most of them your age or older, you decided to be in the back, far away from the teaching lady. You imagined her being young, and very fit. Her black hair would be shiny and she would have make-up to look perfect. A great way to ruin one’s self-esteem such as yours.

However, a single nudge from Sukyeong and your non-existent self-esteem basically vanished into thin air. Instead, anxiety with a sprinkle of bewitchedness, hit you for in walked a handsome male, around Baekhyun's age, with eyes like that of a cat's; narrow and sharp, his features leveled, nose straight with a pair of plump lips. He had longer dark hair that fell over his forehead in fluffy waves.

“Good evening, ladies!” he announced himself, clapping twice to gain everyone's attention. He didn't have to do it though; more than half of the ladies were already salivating over him, including your best friend. When the trainer saw wide eyes on him, he let out a boyish chuckle and this time, you couldn't escape the charm either. He was incredibly handsome. “My name is Lee Junho and I will be your trainer! I have some experience with working out,” he joked and, of course, everyone laughed louder than it was necessary. His toned chest and arms spoke volumes about his experience. “Please, let me know in advance if there are any injuries you have so that I can adjust the exercises to you accordingly. Do you have any questions?” He looked around with interest, his eyes skimming through any possible curious hand.

“Should I tell him that I'm…. you know,” you mumbled to Sukyeong but before you could finish your sentence, you shook your head, stopping yourself. It will be alright, you thought. As always, you made sure to feed the triplets properly and pump your breasts, so you expected no problems with the excessive breast milk leaking over your t-shirt this time.

Just like that, you found yourself jumping up and down as the exercise started. Lee Junho seemed to be a great professional, always adjusting everyone's postures to ensure full effectiveness. With the help of the deafening pop music, everything seemed suddenly possible. Until it came to you and until he lingered more by your side than the rest of the girls.

It was to be expected, but you still felt stupid. You couldn't do the push-ups like all the other girls who already had a great body. Meanwhile, hidden under Baekhyun's huge black shirt that you stole, was your still-fading baby bump. It was difficult to even try to get your shoulders off the mat as you did sit-ups; you were heaving loudly, sweat dripping down your face.

“Push just a little bit more,” murmured Junho with an encouraging smile as he put his hand between your shoulder blades, helping you sit up higher. It was a good support, but your abs were on fire, numbing everything that was made out of your core. “That's right, keep doing it like that.”

You hummed, and tried a few more times before giving up. Sukyeong wasn't that much better than you, but she still could sit up. She flashed you a small smile and mouthed: “Are you okay?”

You nodded, resting your head on the mat, trying to breathe through the workout.

As you moved through various core strengthening exercises, you started to feel it. The hurting in your breasts, the kind of feeling that you tried to prevent from happening at all costs. The closest you could compare it to was rocks.

You felt yourself panicking when you looked at Junho who was paying attention to someone else. If you wouldn't leave now, it would be too late.

“I'll be back in a minute,” you told Sukyeong, scrambling up to shaky legs. Baekhyun's shirt was getting wet now, your sports bra quickly becoming a bucket full of milk. Making few quick steps, you walked over to the door when Junho spoke up:

“Oi, are you okay? Are you sick?” He came running to you by the entrance door.

You shook your head with a polite smile. “I really need to use the bathroom.”

“Oh, we will be finishing up soon,” he said, giving you a look. Right, kids in kindergarten were learning how to hold their pee in, not how to hold back the breast milk.

You were embarrassed, but you still said: “Well, I ate something bad and this won't wait any longer-” you pushed the door open and jogged for the toilets, already pushing up the soaked shirt. Once safely inside, you yanked down the sports bra and let the milk out. You exhaled a loud sigh of relief. You knew this would cause a little mess as it was several streaks that were leaking, the milk staining everything around.

Chewing your lips, you strained your ears when you heard commotion outside, the class most probably finished. You'd been in the toilets for at least ten minutes now, so you expected Sukyeong to come search for you soon.

There was a hasty knock on the door and you were fast to hide your chest back under the shirt. Then you heard your best friend's whisper: “It's just me! Can I come in?”

You were fast to give her the permission. She closed the door behind her and you took out your breasts again, the milk once again spraying everywhere. Sukyeong scratched her head, clueless. “I have a spare shirt. Here,” she handed you the white thermal-shirt.

You shook your head. “No, I cannot wear this. It'll stain and I bet the shirt was expensive,” you bit your lip. Before she could protest with a conflicted gaze, you just waved your hand nonchalantly. “I'll be done soon. It's already much better. Besides, I don't think I could push it over my chest. I'm huge,” you admitted quietly, a little embarrassed. You trusted Sukyeong and she would never joke or judge but it was still an uncomfortable situation only Baekhyun was allowed to witness. When you saw she wasn't convinced, you added with a smile: “Baekhyun gave me a sweater before coming here, so I will wear that. Go and get our stuff? I'll be out in a minute.”

“Will you be fine?” she said, her eyes widening in small fear at the sight of the milk.

“Of course,” you winked. She gave you a look over and when she was convinced, she turned, leaving you in the toilets alone.

Just a few minutes later and the flow finally calmed down. You took some toilet paper, wiping yourself up before cleaning up the surroundings. You were drained and you didn't even finish the workout.

When you were sure everything looked decent, you finally walked back to the gym. It was empty; only some distant sounds of chattering coming your way. Sukyeong was in the corner, entertaining the trainer.

“Are you okay?” he asked you when you walked over to them, taking your bag and your phone along the way. Junho didn't look necessarily worried, but he seemed to care enough about his clients which you found good enough.

“Yes,” you smiled half-heartedly. “Thank you.”

Sukyeong bowed to Junho. “Then we will take our leave!”

“Alright, it was nice meeting you. I will see you on Thursday, ladies,” he pressed a smile, bowing politely. He kept following you with his sharp eyes and, unconsciously, you became shy under his scrutiny. There was something happening whenever your eyes met and you weren't sure what it was. Maybe you were just making it up because he was handsome and you wanted to believe he had an eye for you. It would make you feel like you could have been special.

“Goodness, what a hotshot,” murmured Sukyeong to you as the both of you left the premises of the gym. “He is so smart!”

You sighed, quickly putting on the sweater Baekhyun pushed into your hand before leaving the apartment. You will be sweaty, make sure to wear this once you're done, he would tell you. “You managed to get something out of him?”

“Doesn't seem to be here just to eye the girls,”she informed you proudly as she slugged her bag over her shoulder. “So that is a plus point!”

She led the both of you to the carpark, her shiny small Kia awaiting you near the exit. It was a good idea to park it nearby as you didn't have to walk more on your wobbly legs. Once seated inside, you threw your bag on the backseat and sighed, leaning your head back against the headrest.

“Are you alright?” asked Sukyeong, uncertainty evident in her eyes as she placed her bag behind her seat and turned back front, pressing the button to bring the car to life.

You nodded, though she couldn't see you. “I'm okay, thank you.” You hesitated. “Maybe a little embarrassed,” you finally admitted, staring out of your window to see other women entering their cars. Many of them owned Mercedes' or BMWs and you instantly wondered how they were able to afford such a car at such a young age.

“Oh, dear, no.” Sukyeong was fast to turn to grab your thigh, trying to bring your diverted attention to her. “There is nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I literally told him if I don't leave I will poo myself,” you whined and turned to her dramatically.

Sukyeong was about to refute but she stopped, surprised at your words. “Wait, you told him that?”

You nodded, exasperated. “I told the handsome dude I can't keep it in if he won't let me leave. I couldn't possibly tell him: yo, move or else I'll shoot you down with my breastmilk now, could I?”

She burst out into a huge laughter, her nose scrunching up in the process. “Well, if you say it like that!”

Both of you were now laughing, though you were more on the desperate side. You really made an idiot out of yourself while still having the issue of controlling your milk.

“You know, I think it would be good to tease Baekhyun a little bit. I told you that you shouldn’t let him prioritize his job. If he does it you need to show him you aren’t someone he can take for granted.”

Your joyful smile slowly melted into a frown. “Baekhyun never took me for granted and you also know it.”

“Of course I know it! I’d trust Baekhyun with my life,” she insisted quickly and started driving out of the car park and out to the busy Seoul traffic. It was incredible how this city never slept. “I’m just trying to say that a little bit of teasing never hurt anyone. You’re now a mother and you have three kids together.”

Small silence took over the car. You were looking out of the window, enjoying the unusual luxury of being in a car instead of a packed bus while your mind was roaming over what your friend said. “So, you say our relationship can become rusty? He would lose interest after some time now that I’m not so... fresh?”

Sukyeong breathed out a small laugh at the choice of your words. “I doubt Baekhyun would get tired of you. Ever. It is true that men see their women differently after birthing their children.” She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, thinking over what to tell you. “You’re only twenty-three —you’re too young, so make sure to let him know you’re still full of life and can become hard to tie down.”

You let out a doubtful snort but you felt uneasy at the topic. It never occurred to you that one day you and Baekhyun wouldn’t be together. It never occurred to you that you could lose love for each other because both of your interests would change and he would seek consolation from another partner and maybe you would stay alone. This wasn’t a new thought to you; Jiyoung, Baekhyun’s ex colleague, was challenging you more than enough in the past but even then you knew Baekhyun wasn’t interested in her. What if he found someone that actually piqued his interest?

You shook your head quickly, rejecting the ugly idea. “You city girls have a very interesting way of thinking.”

“Just do it.” Sukyeong looked at you with excited eyes when she stopped at another red light. “Mention a hot trainer and see what’ll happen,” she told you wickedly, giggling.

Upon arriving at home, you were met with Baekhyun's high-pitched talk. It calmed you down right away, and you felt like in safe haven after the small fight in the gym.

“I'm home,” you sing-sang, dropping the bag down by the entrance and taking off the sweater.

Baekhyun faked a gasp. “Who is it, Jun? Is it mummy? Let's check it out quickly!” And within a second, he appeared with Jun hanging off his connected arms, pretending he was on an airplane. Even though you trusted Baekhyun with keeping the baby safe in his arms, it gave you a little heart attack. Besides, triplets were still too small for that. “Look, Jun, it's mummy!” he exclaimed while looking over his shoulder, most probably checking Juna and Junhee. “Welcome home, babe,” he told you with a leveled voice, looking at you now. He adjusted Jun in his arms, having his head on his shoulder while you took off your shoes, watching him.

Your husband looked so incredibly soft. His hair was now covering his forehead, somehow making his eyes look much more puppy-eyed, just like the baby he was holding. Despite being so wide and incredibly manly, you had the urge to squeeze his cheeks like you would do to your triplets, because he was so adorable, so loveable. He was wearing his huge white T-shirt and black pants and no socks; the typical look when he was home, but for some reason, after going through challenges in the gym, you felt like he was much more inviting and cuddly, providing you comfort by simply being him, by simply staring at you with those soft eyes. He was so Baekhyun.

“I see you are having a good time,” you noted with a smile and stood on your tiptoes when Baekhyun demanded a kiss with puckered lips like a little duck. You made sure to cradle Jun’s tiny butt, your expert hand immediately knowing he had a change of the nappy recently.

“Now it's much better,” he muttered, kissing you with a loud smooch. “How was the work-out?” he asked when he straightened up, rocking Jun exaggeratedly in his arms. Just then, his eyes dropped to your chest, the white stains very much obvious on the black textile. “Shit, did you leak?”

You shrugged, not wanting to talk about it as you walked past him to greet your daughters that were on the playmat with their little toys. “I should have known better.” Baekhyun followed you, watching as you sat down and kissed the two baby girls. “Time to change the nappies over here, hm?” Your voice was light as you touched the babies’ butts but you were surprised when they were all clean, too. Baekhyun must have worked hard during your absence.

“Sweetheart, we should go to the doctor's,” Baekhyun told you as he sat down on the couch in front of the play mat. Jun squirmed in his arms, whimpering, so he laid him gently on the blanket that was splayed next to him. “I don't like this and they could solve the issue.”

You took Junhee's tiny feet into your hands, massaging them, the skin incredibly smooth under your palm. “I'm scared they will do something that will prevent me from feeding them.”

“You know it doesn't matter whether you feed them breast milk or we give them formula. You breastfed long enough anyway. This is about your well-being, too.”

“I just want them to be close to me as much as possible,” you said, lowering your voice. It made you remember how you didn’t even think much about feeding your kids while being pregnant, and now here you were, reluctant to let go of breastfeeding. Three babies was a lot of hard work, but it was always your dream to be a mother. You wanted to make sure you really didn’t have a choice before you would make a decision. Baekhyun was correct, but you still believed the longer you were with the babies the stronger would be your bond with them. “It's a good way for them to be connected to me.”

Baekhyun observed you for a moment before checking Jun whose feet were up in the air, his tiny hands coming up to pat on them clumsily. He was a little baby ball discovering all the possible movements his body was slowly able to make. “I understand. I just want you to know that it isn't a bad thing if you stop doing it. Some women can't breastfeed at all.”

“Because they are unable to, Baekhyun.” The way your voice had an edge to it made you look up at him to catch a little panic in his eyes. He didn't want to make you upset and you felt guilty right away. “I am perfectly able to provide them with milk, but I overproduce and yes it makes my life a little more difficult but I don’t want to lose this opportunity. I'd rather not go.”

“Okay, as you wish,” he gave up quickly, not wanting to argue. He understood why you would be upset. And usually, he would try to be more persistent since he didn’t want you to suffer but he could sense your damp mood; the workout most probably gave you a harder time, he guessed. And, of course, he, as a man, couldn't comprehend completely what you were going through when your milk was flowing from you like an unstoppable mountain stream.

You hummed and stood up, your ankles sighing at the movement. “I'll go wash up.”

Baekhyun followed you with his gaze until you disappeared in the corridor that led towards your shared bedroom. He looked back down at Jun and then at the girls on the mat. “Well, what shall we do to make mummy feel better?” he pouted at them.

Small baby gurgles came back to him in response. “Right, I agree,” he replied thoughtfully. He was quiet for a moment, only hearing the distant sounds from the TV and your movements in the bedroom. Checking the clock on the opposite wall, he was fast to jump up. “Now, you naughty kids, it’s way past your bedtime and you still don’t sleep! Let’s get you all to the crib before mommy comes back!”

Since the triplets were calm, he knew they would fall asleep soon. He made sure their energy would be somehow drained while you were away although he was sure he used up more energy than they did. It was difficult to work with infants and he didn’t know how you managed it on a daily basis nonstop. Another reason for him to admire and respect you.

“I’ll see you whenever you wake us up,” he told them when he put Jun, the last baby, in the crib. He laughed gently to himself and observed his offsprings with a tender gaze. He had to admit that Jun looked like him when he was a baby. Junhee was definitely your splitting image while Juna seemed to be in the middle, though her eyes were Baekhyun’s, too. She was the perfect mix of you and him.

He wondered which one of them would love hapkido. He wondered which one of them would be smart in mathematics like you were. Which one of them would hate foreign languages and cucumbers? Which one of them would cry the most in the kindergarten and which one of them would always be the quiet one? Baekhyun hoped and wished that the triplets would have a special bond that would always protect them from getting hurt by other people. After all, the world kept getting harsher and harsher day by day.

“I’ll always be there for you,” he whispered just when Junhee’s eyes closed, her small mouth hanging open when she let go of the pacifier. “You’ll always have me and mummy to protect you. Always.”

You took your time in the bathroom. Muscles you didn't know existed were aching, so you took the luxury to let yourself be soaked in warm water a little bit longer. There was a soft knock on the door and you quickly let Baekhyun enter.

He was expressionless but when you locked eyes as he closed the door with his back, he pulled a smile meant only for you. “Do you feel better?” he asked quietly, setting the monitor on the sink before walking up to you. He leaned down, pecking you on the top of your head.

“Much better,” you sighed, closing your eyes when you felt his hand slide down your cheek and to your neck. Since he brought in the monitor with him, you took it he managed to put the babies to sleep. It only made you feel worse that you still could become irritated at such a good husband like Baekhyun. “Sorry I snapped at you.”

“No,” he was fast to mutter against your hair, his thumb grazing the skin on your jaw. “I understand. I am just worried, is all.”

“I know, and I don't appreciate it enough,” you replied and Baekhyun pulled away to look down at you with crinkled eyes.

“You do much more, sweetheart. Don't be so harsh on yourself, hm?” He let go of you and slid down next to the bathtub, his back against it. You had the urge to splash him with water but you decided you would have a water fight another day. “Besides, you went to work out after a full day of mothering. It's only natural you'd be frustrated.”

“If only you couldn't read me so well.”

Baekhyun smiled to himself. “How could I tease you if I wouldn't know my wife so well, hm?”

He heard you let out a small chuckle from behind him. “Life would be so much easier.”

Your husband laughed and turned his head to look at you over his shoulder. Water was just barely covering your chest, your cheeks were rosy from the heat and your baby hair was curled up from the humidity. Goodness, he couldn't stop staring. You looked like an angel.

“What?” you murmured, his intense gaze making you pink even more.

“Nothing,” was his breathy reply. “Just admiring my gorgeous little lady.”

With a shy smile, you sat up, causing small waves in the bathtub, and you pressed your lips to his pouty ones. His eyes widened playfully and when you wanted to pull back, he chased your lips, grounding you. You smiled, bringing your wet hand up to his cheek, but he didn't react to the wetness, simply prolonging the innocent kiss. “You know,” you told him when you separated, your noses still touching. Baekhyun hummed in interest, watching your lips before he flickered his orbs up to yours. “There was a really hot guy in the gym.”

Baekhyun blinked a couple of times, letting your words sink in and he was fast to withdraw from you. “What?”

You giggled, satisfied at his reaction. It wasn't that bad to listen to Sukyeong's offer after all. “Yes, he was the one leading the class today.”

“A hot guy leading a class for women?” he repeated, surprised.

Now then, why did he ever expect you to just not pay attention to other males? You never did, or so he thought, but he was still taken aback. The way your eyes sparkled in mischief was an obvious sign that you were just trying to rile him up for whatever reason, yet he still felt a little protective. Did that man look at you, too?!

“Why, you don't like it?” you quipped, poking your tongue out to him.

He observed you giggling, your eyes crinkled up when you took note of his disapproval. Something moved within him. “You want me to like it?”

You sighed lovingly and booped his nose. “I want you to like me, silly. I’m just playing around.”

Baekhyun huffed, offended, and spoke in a prominent pout: “I don't like it, young lady. You have me. You have triplets with me. I love you. And you love me.”

“That, I do.” Bringing up in the air your left hand, you looked how the band on your fourth finger caught the light in the bathroom. “And here is the proof.”

He was looking up at your hand and he joined it with his, his own ring shining just like yours. He enveloped his fingers around yours gently. “Why would you try to make oppa worried about such things?” murmured Baekhyun in wonder as he stood up and towered over you. He let go of your hand and leaned further down so his face was close to yours, his long neck chain swaying in the air between you. “Oppa doesn't like sharing, but you know that, right?”

You nodded, awaiting his next words. Except, it wasn't words. Baekhyun surprised you by swiftly lowering his hands into the warm water to grab a hold of you under your knees and waist. You squealed, suddenly scared you might slip out of his grip so you quickly circled your arms around his neck, water splashing everywhere. But seeing his biceps flexing you knew he was much better than Lee Junho or any other trainer there was.

“I'm naked and wet, Baekhyun!” you screamed and Baekhyun laughed loudly, enjoying your little panic as he moved you out of the bathtub, bringing you over where the sink was.

“Hmm, exactly,” he hummed in appreciation, his eyes twinkled and you quickly hid your face in his neck, embarrassed. “You don't get to play with oppa's heart like that and not get punished, baby girl.”

Despite the excitement, he put you down, more worried about you catching a cold than teasing the hell out of you. As soon as your legs were on the floor, you slapped his chest, making the male groan. “You silly! You could have dropped me!”

“I would never,” he denied quietly, pecking you sweetly and reaching for the towel that was hanging next to the bathtub. “And don't forget,” he reminded, wrapping the towel around your shoulders, making sure it was catching every drop of water, “that you still have a punishment list from when you were pregnant. Don't think I forgot.”

Your eyes widened in horror and you frowned at him like a little kid though secretly you really thought he had forgotten. “You are being so mean right now!”

Baekhyun only smirked and tapped your naked bum gently as he brought your body closer. “You asked for it. From now on, I won't hold back anymore,” he murmured, brushing your hair behind your ear. It tickled.

There were feelings of excitement, eagerness and curiosity bubbling in your tummy, or maybe those were just the butterflies Baekhyun awakened whenever he did something heart-fluttering and challenging to your relationship. It was a long time since you two had been together, but finding ways to ignite the passion and desire in the both of you was Baekhyun's specialty. And you would try to make it yours, now that you seemed to find a weak spot of his.

“You can start by kissing me as a thank you for bringing you out of the tub,” he said when you didn't reply.

You scoffed and re-adjusted the towel, bringing it around your body. It made you feel conscious that you were completely naked in front of him, although Baekhyun didn't even pay attention. His own clothes were wet since he brought you out of the water. The white tshirt was stuck to his stomach, perfectly outlining his muscles.

Baekhyun pursed his lips when you didn't listen. You turned to walk out of the bathroom but he was fast to grab your wrist, turning you back to him. “I said, give me a kiss.”

“No!” You shook your head resolutely, sticking your lower lip out as you frowned, hoping to make him agitated.

The excitement in you only doubled when Baekhyun quirked an eyebrow, leaning his head closer to yours and turning his smooth cheek towards you as he tapped his long index finger on it. “C’mon, a peck for oppa.”

His other hand sneakily wandered to your side to tickle you and you were fast to giggle crazily, pushing his hand away. “Okay, okay,” you said quickly and pressed your lips to his awaiting cheek. He hummed, feeling your mouth stretched in a smile and he turned his face, his lips colliding with yours.

You squealed, wanting to step back - because he was being unfair - but his hands sneaked around your waist, bringing you to him and therefore successfully caging you in. He urged your mouth open, slowly pushing his tongue into your cavern that became quickly eager to feel him. You sighed and slid your hands up his sturdy chest. You nibbled on his lip though he quickly stopped you when he sucked on your tongue hard, bringing out a small moan out of you. He made out with you sensually and you knew you were becoming giddy because of him.

He let his hands grope your bum, giving a good massage to your aching muscles and you moaned again, satisfied. “I guess I will have to show you a much better workout routine,” Baekhyun whispered when he let go of your lips with a smack.

Your heart skipped a beat when you realized there really wasn’t anything standing in your way. The triplets were asleep and Baekhyun riled you up so much it would be difficult to lie down next to him without touching him. “Then show me, oppa,” you made sure to emphasize the “p” sound, his twinkly eyes on your swollen lips.

He chuckled lovingly and kissed your forehead, his lips leaving a bit of moisture behind. Gently intertwining your hands, he led you out of the bathroom and straight to your bed.

“Lie down for me, sweetheart,” he told you quietly as he went to close the bedroom door. Once you got the needed privacy, he reached behind him, pulling on the shirt that he swiftly took off, your eyes appreciating the way his muscles flexed. He threw it on the floor and walked over to you, already lying on bed as he told you to. “Let me remind you that you’re oppa’s,” he mumbled with passion, already distracted by your body that was still covered with the towel.

His words ignited the desire in you and when he hovered over you with a focused gaze, you knew this would be a long night for the both of you.

On Thursday, you went to the gym with determination. The reason was simple: two babies hanging off you and one hanging off of Sukyeong. Baekhyun was running late from work so you had to bring them with you this time. Despite your huge worries, you had to drop them off at the baby corner. The kind, elderly lady showed you the young babysitter that would be in charge of your triplets (after everyone stopped ogling them and squealing about how cute they were). Her name was Sonhee and her smile was the purest you had ever laid eyes on. Her face was gentle and her eyes seemed to be telling a story of a difficult life. What was a little interesting was that you had a feeling you had seen her somewhere before and it wasn't in this gym.

“Do you have any license to prove that she is capable of taking care of three infants?” barged into the conversation Sukyeong, her eyes suspiciously looking over the girl. Even though you had the same question, you wouldn't have uttered it so bluntly. “She looks too young. Even younger than their mother,” she added with a huff.

The lady in charge, Mrs Lee, didn’t show her shock - that was if there was any. “She is the eldest sibling in her family. At home, she is taking care of five more siblings and she is a kindergarten teacher in practice during the school year.”

Your mouth shaped an “o”, nodding thoughtfully and you quickly nudged Sukyeong, catching her opening her mouth to rebut again. “Thank you. I know Sonhee won't do anything to undermine my trust.”

“I will do my best.” Sonhee bowed the perfect 90 degrees and you quickly lowered your head as well, accepting her respect. “I will make sure nothing bad will happen!”

You smiled and quickly looked over the triplets again. They were three months old and you would already let them be with a stranger. Were you still considered a responsible and good mother?

“All the rich mothers do it and they are considered great for doing it,” answered your question Sukyeong in a monotone as you were walking to the gym. “It is just sixty minutes - what can happen during such a short time?”

You frowned, pouting. “Oh, once you'll have kids, you will know, Sukyeong-ah,” you mumbled under your breath. With babies, things could go wrong within seconds. What made Sukyeong ever believe leaving babies alone for sixty minutes was safe?

“Well, it'll be fine!” she smiled brightly as you entered a still empty gym. You put your bag and phone down, and noticed the last message Baekhyun wrote:

sorry again baby enjoy your workout let me know if the munchkins were okay when you dropped them off love you baby ❤️

Your heart fluttered at the last sentence and you shot him a quick reply with an update when you heard the door of the gym opening, you trainer, Lee Junho, appearing.

He had a sleeveless sports shirt that showed his defined arms and boy, was he chunky in all the right ways. You were the first one his eyes fell on and his straight lips stretched into a delightful smile. To your surprise, he called your name: “Hello! You came already today! Ah, Sukyeong, too!”

You gave him a shy smile and caught him looking quickly over your outfit. The typical. Baekhyun's huge shirt with old pants that your legs could get lost in. You wouldn't be wearing leggins any time soon, you swore. All the ladies wore tight pilates clothing, so you were aware you looked like a trash bag but you never felt more comfortable. Just to see whether Junho let something on in his face, you watched him, but he only diverted his attention to Sukyeong who greeted him with a wide smile.

“Were you alright on Tuesday after the class?” asked Junho as he started to stretch on the floor.

Sukyeong, wanting to be a good student, followed him while you were still standing, the phone in your hands vibrating with most probably incoming messages from your husband. You pinked.

“Ye-yeah, I was … okay,” you mumbled. You already forgot about the stupid lie you made up so he would let you go to the troilets on Tuesday. Baekhyun made sure you forgot about every sane thought that night, so in conclusion, you were more than alright after class on Tuesday.

Junho nodded attentively. “Well, you can try to take it easier today, I won’t mind,” he winked with a grin.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Alright.”

“Is it exam season at uni that has you so stressed?” was his next question when he reached for his stretched out feet.

“Sorry?”

“Ah, right, well she could easily be a uni student,” giggled Sukyeong, looking at you. “My friend is still so young. She shouldn’t be so stressed, right, Junho?”

Junho watched your friend from the corner of his eye with amusement. “It would be great if no one had any stress in their lives.”

Deciding not to answer, you wanted to check your messages but the rest of the class started to arrive, so you joined Sukyeong instead. Stretching was always a good choice and Baekhyun told you about the importance of warming up properly.

“He seems to be interested in you,” whispered Sukyeong eagerly when Junho became busy replying to his fangirl students. “You piqued his curiosity!”

“Shh, stop that!” you winced, pushing her. She was spitting nonsense to tease you but- why was your heart skipping like that?!

After waiting for five more minutes, you started the workout. Even though you were already terrible, you had a weird anxiety from Junho. Maybe it was Sukyeong’s teasing that made you weirdly conscious of his gaze whenever he looked your way or looked directly at you.

You were sweating like a pig, your face shiny from the perspiration but you were determined not to give up. It was for your own benefit, your own health and if you worked on yourself, you could carry the triplets and carry the groceries - you could become a physically acclaimed superwoman!

“Make sure to straighten your back when you do the plank!” shouted Junho over the loud music just when he walked by you. Stopping, he crouched down and placed his hand first between your shoulder blades. “Keep it straight for me,” he told you and then both of his hands landed on your hips, making you go stiff under his touch. “Hips square to the mat. Make sure to squeeze your abs to keep your core strong and balanced,” he was telling in a hushed tone that felt weirdly intimate to you.

“I don’t have abs,” you heaved out, your arms shaking as you tried to keep the plank straight and correct. Junho huffed a laugh, standing up. “Well, you're doing great anyway!”

Feeling the relief when you saw him walk away, you heaved out a heavy sigh, focusing on being in the moment and imagining becoming strong; for yourself. For the babies. For Baekhyun. You could do it-

There was a distant shout calling out for your name. Recognizing the voice of Mrs Lee, you almost fell face-first on the ground from panic when you registered her words.

“Jun wouldn’t stop throwing up!”

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

A/N: Second chapter - done! But Jun :( What do you think about Junho? And Baek was busy, oh well...

Your feedback for the first part was SO NICE! Thank you to everyone who took the time to write me a comment in any form. Its so, so appreciated!

See you soon!

P.S. some people took notice AND pointed it out (which made me feel so happyyy!) that Baekhyun and OC seem to talk a lot in oppa/younger girl reference. That stems deeply from the prequel times when OC referred to him only as oppa (no, referring to Baekhyun - or any older male that is not too old, and the situation allows it - as oppa is not wrong as everyone is portraying it out in the "weirded out" culture. Baekhyun is older than OC and now it became a small game for him; after all, he loves that she is younger and he can take care of her and with the addition of triplets, he wants to embrace this a little more. Also, bear in mind they are both quite young!). So when I get to write the prequel, it will only be their oppa/younger-girl relationship! ^^ (which is why also in Captain Bucheon Lee Nari refers to Baekhyun’s character as oppa - same reason).

#baekhyun fanfiction #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun au #baekhyun angst #baekhyun smut #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun #exo fluff #exo angst #exo smut #exo fanfiction #mywritings #AY #pregnancy au #family au

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embretheworld · 3 years

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I was bored so here’s some hc’s

I have a lot surprisingly so a lot of these are coming off the top of my head

-Laxus does not have good eyesight in the eye with a scar because that's where the lacrima was implanted. But he can still see out of it, it just gets blurry sometimes.

-If you had a lacrima implanted in you, there's gonna be a scar where it was implanted, and depending on what type of magic it is determine's the shape.

-Laxus's mother was born without magic and had the same thing happen to her but she was 16 when she had it implanted in her hand, she also had asked to have one and Laxus didn't.

-Laxus was born without magic thanks to his mother being born without magic too.

-When you get a lacrima implanted in you, depending on what type and how strong it is, depends on how sick you get. It's a counterbalance so people won't always get lacrima's implanted in them. The day it was implanted you get very sick as the body's reaction to an overwhelming influx of magic in your system, it happens every year in the same day it was implanted but the first time is the worst.

-"This is what I get for being emotionally slutty," Loke probably looking back on some kind of event.

-Loke with freckles!

-Loke sleeps when he's bored.

-Lucy suffers the worst writer's block ever and can't seem to ever get out of it no matter how hard she tries(I feel you girl).

-Plue really likes candy.

-Happy got Lucy a little frame that said "Life is better with cats" for her Birthday and despite how much Happy annoys her sometimes she keeps it on the desk she writes on and treasures it dearly.

-Do not let Erza play whack a mole or the games where you have to throw balls at clowns or vases you have to knock down to win a prize.

-Or let the dragon slayers play any driving game in general.

-Horror movies do not scare Aries, a lot of things do, but not horror movies.

-Mira really likes candles, but always gets them when they're on sale.

- Gray once got banned from a strip club after being mistaken for one of the strippers.

-Juvia could literally kill someone if she wanted to since our bodies are made of 60% of water but has no idea. She desires to learn more about blood magic if she so desires but hasn't.

-Levy wants to study rune magic but procrastination is her worst enemy, also people trying to attack the guild interrupting her every time she tries to cracks open a book to try and learn it. She's stopped trying to learn it in fear that if she tries someone will start attacking the guild again.

-Gajeel & Juvia and Gray & Loke are very underrated friendships that need more attention.

-Natsu chugged hot sauce and didn't even flinch. (A friend of mine did that and they scare me.)

-Lucy carries around a box of matches just in case Natsu wants a snack whenever they go on missions.( which is a lot of the time, a lot of her money has went into buying matches, she's had to go to plenty different stores to buy some because she's scared the clerk will think she's up to something and explaining it will only make her seem more suspicious.)

-Technically demon slayers are just exorcists but with more violence.

-In a human au Gray was an exorcist once.

But in normal Fairy Tail he takes side jobs on getting rid of demons from ordinary houses or other places which pays a lot.

-The wool Aries can make, can make really nice jackets. She's made jackets using it, but Loke stole it cause he likes comfy things in general.

-Loke actually needs his glasses, his glasses double as both sunglasses and normal glasses(someone I know someone who has the same type of glasses, I also wear glasses so.) due to being in Earthland too long, certain things started deteriorating like important sense's thankfully it wasn't on a major scale but on a longer one but it can't be fixed.

-Due to his eyesight deteriorating he has better hearing.

-Loke and Evergreen are nearsighted, Levy is farsighted.

-Ivan named Laxus because Laxus looked so much like his mother it only seemed fair.

-Laxus has an aunt who's his mom's sister. He talks to her through letters because she lives across the sea.

-"My little dragon," was a nickname that Laxus's mom gave him after he had gotten the dragon lacrima implanted in him against her wishes since if they were to do it, she wanted to do it when he was 16 like her but Ivan thought 8 was a much more appropriate age. (It was not). The only one who knows of this nickname for him is Makarov, his mom, his aunt, and his dad.

-His dad once used the name in a fight against him and he wanted to punch him so bad.

-If Mira were to swear she'd put sailors to shame.

-Erza has horrible road rage.

-I refuse to believe that Loke has two sets of ears, he does not have human ears and lion(cat ears?) ears at the same time just lion ears while in his celestial form and humans ones in his human form. He wears the piercing he used to wear on his human ears on his cat ears when in said celestial form, or outfit or whatever.

-The car ears(I'm calling them that now) are actual ears, you'd be surprised how many people try to pull on them in thinking that they aren't only to be pleasantly surprised that they in fact are. He likes to be pet behind them whenever they are there and he doesn't have regular human ears.

-He also despises chokers/collars with the very soul of his being. He might hiss at you if you bring one even close to him that's how much he hates them.

He doesn't even have a reason to he just hates them.

-Erza sometimes refers to her guildmates as "Feral children".

-Dragonslayers cannot whistle if their life depended on it.

-Loke knows French because most of his masters were in the French Court meaning it was mandatory for him to learn it. (I refuse to believe anyone with common sense would date him with that haircut he had in the human world, looked like something a 5-year-old would draw on a stick figure in an attempt to draw hair).

-Levy knows French, Arabic, and a few other languages.

-She fucks with people by talking to Loke in French and making them think that they're talking about that person why they aren't.

-Mira tried to learn French, she failed very badly since she kept forgetting the parts before the word and kept messing it up.

-The dragon slayers can purr when happy, growl when mad, and whimper when sad.

-The same thing applies to Loke but mostly because he's an overgrown cat.

-In order to date someone at the guild if you aren't in it you have to get Erza's blessing/asking her if it's alright since she's kinda the older sister and also the first one you wanna tell.

-Loke does not blow-dry his hair after he washes it because it just poof's up and there's no way to fix it other than to wash his hair again and look like a drowned cat for an hour or two. Though his hair is very soft after he washes it and it properly drys and isn't wet.

-Celestial spirits can dream, but their dreams consist of looking back on old memories from an outside viewpoint.

-Freed says "Let's have another round tonight" very unenthusiastically when drunk, just that sentence, no other sentence, just that one, only when he's drunk.

-Loke's good with finances along with fashion because one of his previous master, Valeria, pushed her financial work on him as a 'learning experience'.

-Loke was also offered a modeling job before and Lucy is super pissed since he of all people can get one but not her. (In the human au, he actual does modeling)

-If Mira and Loke were to team up it'd most like to be to help people in the guild get together.

-They would succeed.

-They both also like wine.

-Loke and Erza are bi, Mira is pan.

-Upon learning about this, Juvia considered Loke a love rival, be assured her that he was none and that he'd give her some advice to trying to date Gray because Gray and romance don't go well if she kept quiet about it.

-Gray ended up figuring it out and still holds it against him.

-Loke does not like being compared to a cat, he despises it so Gray as the best friend he is does exactly that.

-The two of them have blackmail on each other, and Gray often drags Loke into watching horror movies knowing he absolutely despises him with the very core of his being.

-Gajeel will fight anyone who hurts his best friend, Juvia.

Or anyone who hurts his guild but Juvia is different since she's been with him since they joined Fairy Tail.

Natsu once grabbed a pan straight out of the oven and horrified everyone in the room.

#fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #headcanons #fairy tail laxus dreayer #fairy tail freed #fairy tail mirajane #fairy tail lucy heartfilia #fairy tail natsu dragneel #fairy tail gray fullbuster #fairy tail gajeel redfox #fairy tail juvia lockster #fairy tail aries #fairy tail loke #fairy tail evergreen

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sadweeb69 · 3 years

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OC information

Okay, so, I used to have a super detailed OC on Amino whose information would literally take up half my bio (I'm not kidding. If you followed me on Amino, my bio was hella long, mostly because of the memes and my OC's info. There was a lot of ranting). But since Amino fucking Thanos snapped my account and yeeted the remains to the stratosphere and I'm unwilling to make another account because climbing up the ranks is long and tedious as hell, I had to come here and (hopefully) find some people to roleplay with. Kinda like starting from scratch. So, here's a version of my OC's info without all the excess information.

...Okay, maybe SOME of the excess information ._.

It's just the info I remember, though (my dumb-ass didn't write it down on a piece of paper or copy and paste it on a Google Doc-)

[REMINDER] None of this information is about me (the person typing all this). Just saying this for clarification. ALSO! None of the pictures belong to me. The artwork's not mine and neither are the screenshots of Gerard Way (my beloved)

Name: Matthew Daniel Woods

Age: 21

Birthday: October 7th. He doesn't celebrate it for... reasons.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual (he prefers men, but he still feels hopelessly attracted to women)

Appearance: Long, black hair that covers his right eye, ocean-blue eyes, black hoodie, all black clothing, lean but muscular body, scars all over his chest, stomach, arms, and back, one large burn scar on his right cheek that's covered by a face-mask which covers the lower half of his face (from his nose, mouth and cheeks to his neck/throat)

Height: 5'11 (he a tall boi)

Faceclaims

Realistic

I'm fucking obsessed with Gerard Way, okay? It's not my fault I'm obsessed with hot emo boys. He awakened a... certain feeling in me-

Shirtless

Hot shirtless bois for... research purposes-

Anime

Personality

Cold, rude, loner, pessimistic [on the outside], sad, scared, angry, alone [on the inside], probably locks himself in his room while crying to My Chemical Romance

Likes: Waffles, cats, his personal space

Dislikes: Most people, women (most women he dated in the past used him because of his body and didn't care if he was suffering), dogs (he's allergic to them. When he's around them, he sneezes like a kitten), his father, his personal space being invaded, being flirted with, people who don't think waffles taste good, physical affection (he's kinda like a vampire, except he won't shrivel up and turn to dust. He'll just hiss and wish he were either somewhere else or dead)

Weaknesses

This man can't dance to save his life. He can sing, but not dance. When asked to dance with someone, he'll just say he doesn't like dancing.

Do not let this man near an oven or anything that can set a house on fire (lighters, matches, etc.). First of all, he has trauma relating to fire. Second of all, if he hates you (and I mean more than he hates anyone), he'll burn your house down. No regrets. Toasters are fine, though. He prefers those since they don't burn his waffles to a crisp

He isn't really the best at being nice. He can try, but he has a short fuse

He's not good with manners. Sure, he'll say, "please" and "thank you", but that's all

Whenever he's around dogs, he sneezes like a cute little kitten. He's embarrassed by his dog allergy

He smokes. However, he only smokes when he's thinking of his Mom

Strengths

He... kinda has a sense of humor - if you count sarcasm and ranting about how much of a piece of shit his father is

For someone who seems like he has a deep and intimidating voice (which he does! But it's not the seductive kind. It's more like the "I'm gonna beat your ass if you don't shut up" kind mixed with the pretty boy kind. He's basically hot, but he's not afraid to beat your ass if he has to. Think of a mix of Corpse Husband and Jotaro Kujo from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure), he actually has a pretty nice singing voice

Like I said, my account on Amino got yeeted and I didn't write down the information or copy and paste it on a Google Doc, so this is all the information I remember. I wanted to keep it as simple as possible

#oc #roleplay

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noladyme · 4 years

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The Crown Princess of Charming - part 8

Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life.

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My heart felt like it literally broke in my chest. I fell onto the couch, and heaved for breath. Was this even my home anymore? Was Jax mine? What am I doing here? My car was parked outside. I could just get in; drive far away from here. But I had nowhere to go anymore. All my things where at the clubhouse. All I had was one suitcase with a few clothes. My job, my belongings, dancing – all that had made me, me… none of it was in my hands anymore.

Joshua had done his best to rip away from me all that was mine; and now that I was supposed to be free of him – free to build the life I wanted – it seemed like there was nothing to build on.

Jax texted me around noon.

- Held up. Back tomorrow morning. - Ok. Breakfast then? - No thanks. See you. - When can we talk? - We talked. Get some rest.

I sat and looked at the tv for a while before I realized I hadn’t turned it on. I laughed quietly to myself. You’re going stir crazy, Cat. I decided to ignore what Jax had said about not driving; and left the house. I just needed to get out.

I made my way to the diner, and ordered waffles; but changed my mind last minute. “Mac’n’cheese”, I smiled at the waitress. That always made me feel better. I was enjoying my meal, when Chibs and Tig came in, ordering lunch for an army. Tig noticed me in my booth. “Hey, pumpkin. I thought you were on lockdown at home”, he said. “No lockdown”, I smiled. “At least I haven’t seen any prospects around”. He smiled back at me. “I’m sorry about what happened to you”, he muttered. “Thanks. I’m ok. I got my faithful crutches with me”, I said. “And the chevy is purring like a cat. Thanks for fixing her up”. He grinned. “No problem. But you’re driving?”. Chibs came over. “You should be resting that knee, luv’”. “It’s fine, Chibs”, I said. “If you say so”, he muttered.

I shrugged of their worried expressions. “Lunch for church?”. “No church today”, Tig said. “Just business later on. Gotta fuel up”, he grinned, and patted his belly. “Remember extra chocolate syrup for Jax”, I said, trying to smile. “Will do”, Chibs said. Their order came out; and Tig went over to get it. “Go home, Cat”, Chibs said meaningfully. “I will. Just gotta hit the library first. Return a book I don’t need”. He nodded, and smiled.

They left soon after.

I drove myself to the library, and returned my book. When I came outside again, Jax was leaning against my car. I sighed; and hobbled over to him on my crutches. “Hi”, I muttered. His face was cold. “Get in the car”, he muttered. I rolled my eyes; and went for the driver’s seat. “No. Other side. I’m driving”. “Jackson…”. He walk up close to me; suddenly towering over me much further than his height should make possible. Ha grabbed my arm; and held me still in front of him. “Get in the goddamn car, Cat”, he snarled.

I hobbled over to the other side; and he took my crutches from me; throwing them into the back seat. I opened the door, and got in the car; and Jax closed the door after me with a bang. He drove me home; not speaking a word the whole way there.

Once inside the house; he slammed the door shut behind us – making me jump from the sound.

“I thought I told you to stay here”, he yelled. “When are you going to learn to do as you’re told?” I was flabbergasted. “What the hell, Jax?”, I said. “You were just beat to shit – and now you’re running around town like nothing happened”. “I needed some air. I can’t stay cooped up in here”, I tried.

He stepped towards me with a menacing look on his face – pointing a finger at me. “You need to learn…”. “What?”, I snarled. “To be a good old lady? To do as you say; clean your house; wash your clothes and spread my legs whenever you want?”. He huffed; and shook his head. “Right… we don’t do that these days”, I hissed.

He spread out his arms with a resigned expression. “What do you want from me, Cat?”, he said. “Your ex is dead. You have a nice house to live in; food on your plate; and I’m paying for a lawyer to keep you out of jail”. I threw one of my crutches at him. “I want you, you asshole!”, I yelled. He shook his head. “I can’t do this right now…”, he said; and began to move for the door. “Don’t walk away from me. Talk to me!”. “Not now. I have shit to take care of”, he sneered. “I’m your shit, Jackson!”, I said. “Take care of me!”. “I am”, he snarled. “I’m making sure you’re staying here, and healing up. Now, go sit down”. I shook my head. “I won’t”, I croaked.

He walked up to me, picked me up; and carried me to the couch – planting me there. “You keep your ass on this couch!”, he roared. “You can’t control me like this, Jax!”, I yelled. “Watch me”, he said.

He took my crutches, and left the house, with a slam of the door. I heard him start up my car and drive away.

I screamed out in rage; before calling him up on the phone

“What?”, he answered. “Bring back my car”, I said. “No”. “Bring back my car, Jackson. I swear to God…”. I was grinding my teeth in rage. “You’ll get the car, when you start behaving like you’re supposed to”, he said. “I’m not a child!”, I yelled. “Then stop behaving like one. Stop running away; and stop getting hurt, and putting yourself in danger”. “Jax…”. “I have business at Cara Cara. I’ll see you tomorrow. Either you’re on that couch or in bed when I get there; or I’m crashing this piece of shit chevy into a tree; and making sure you never drive it again”. “Jackson…!”. He’d hung up.

He didn’t call or text the rest of the day. I tried reaching out. - Please come home. Talk to me. No answer. An hour later I tried again. - I’m sorry I pissed you off. I just needed air. Nothing.

At 10 pm; I tried one last time. - I’m naked in bed. I miss you, and I want you here. Either come yourself, or send Juice. Someone should be getting some action. I thought the joke would lighten the mood. A message popped up. - Go to sleep. Will come by tomorrow. I smiled. - Should I be naked then? The answer came quickly. - Don’t have time for this. Go to sleep. It was like a slap to the face.

I went to bed; quietly sobbing.

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After a night of restless sleeping; I woke to my phone ringing. “Jax?”, I said. “Nah, it’s Opie”. I sighed. “Hey… what’s up?”. “Jax wanted me to check in on you”, he muttered. “I’m… fine. Why isn’t he calling me himself”, I asked. “He had to take care of something”. “You at the clubhouse?”. “No… We’re still at Cara Cara”, he said. They’d spent the whole night there. “Opie?”, I croaked. “Yeah?”. “Is he… ok?”, I asked. “He’s better”, Opie said. “I’m sorry; I gotta run. We’re going back to the clubhouse now. Do you want Lyla to come by?”. “She’s… No. It’s ok. Tell her I said hi”. “I will”, he muttered. “Bye”. “Bye”. I hung up.

Jax had spent the whole night at Cara Cara. I felt sick. I had to see him. Now.

I threw on a button up dress; and called a cab. The driver smelled like old sweat, and I rushed out of the car as fast as my knee would allow – paying him while holding my breath.

The TM lot was almost empty. It was only 10; so I figured the rush hadn’t started yet. There was only one bike parked – not Jax’s. I’d made it to the lot before he had. Limping towards Gemma’s office; she met me in the door; holding Abel on her arm. His little face made me smile. “Hey, sweetheart”, Gemma grinned. “Jax said you were on bedrest”. “Yeah, I wish”, I muttered. “That bad, huh?”, Gemma said. I shook my head. “It’s nothing”.

Abel grabbed for me; and I sat down in Gemma’s chair; putting my foot up on the couch. She handed me the baby; and I held him to my chest; kissing the top of his head. “I missed you, baby boy”, I whispered. ��He missed you too”, Gemma said. “Coffee?”. “No thanks”, I said. “I’m too amped already”. She nodded.

There was a roar of engines on the lot; and I got to my feet gingerly – Abel still in my arms. I limped towards the door; and saw Jax drive up with Opie, Chibs, Juice and Tig. Lyla was riding with Opie; leaning against her old man with pure love in her eyes.

I noticed a set of arms around Jax’s torso as well. It was Ima. I limped out the door; and towards the group. Jackson gestured for Ima to get off; and parked his bike – getting off it himself. She stepped over to him again; and kissed his cheek. He seemed indifferent; but smiled at her. Ima got back on his bike; putting her hands on the gas tank; as if she was straddling his own body; and smirked at him. She said something I couldn’t hear. “Not today, Ima”, he smiled back at her.

Juice patted Jax’s shoulder, and gestured towards me. When he saw me; Jackson’s face dropped. I turned to Gemma. “Can you take the baby? I don’t want him to see this”. She nodded; and brought Abel into the office; putting him in his car seat.

I limped closer to Jax. “I was just giving her a ride”, he muttered. “Yeah, I can see that. Seems like she enjoyed it”, I said. “Cat…”, he tried. “Not now”.

I stepped up in front of Jax’s bike; and looked Ima square in her smirking face. “Get your rancid pussy off my old man’s bike”, I said calmly. She looked at me in mock surprise. “Excuse me?”, she said.

Opie stepped towards us; but Lyla held him back. “Don’t, Ope”, she muttered. He stood down.

“I said; get of the bike, before I drag you off it”, I snarled. Ima slowly slid of the bike; and stepped towards me. “Jax, you better tell your babysitter to back off. I don’t want to break my nails on her face”. I smiled, and shook my head.

I could feel Jax’s eyes on my back. He didn’t come closer.

I didn’t move. Ima looked at me incredulously, before pouting. “What? Nothing to say?... Why don’t you run along, now, hmm?”.

Before she knew what had happened; I raised my fist; and punched her hard in the chest. She bent over; and held a hand to her left breast – screaming in pain. I looked at her calmly; as she heaved for breath “He is mine”, I said. “If you so much as look in his direction again; I’ll go Jack the Ripper on your diseased cunt”.

Jax came running over. “Cat!”, he yelled. “What the hell?”. I turned to face him. “You better wipe that seat with a gallon of disinfectant; before you so much as think I’ll ride with you again”.

I limped away from the crying porn-star. Passing Lyla; I looked at her, and mouthed an I’m sorry. She shrugged uncomfortably; and walked over to Ima; to help her upright.

Jax followed me in to the clubhouse. It was mostly empty; save for Rat – who’d been watching the exchange on the CCTV. “Get Ima to the hospital”, Jax muttered. The prospect nodded, and scurried of quickly.

I walked down the hall to the room with my boxes. Jax followed me. “Babe”, he tried. “Kiss my ass”, I snarled. His chin dropped. “Woah, what the hell, Cat?”. I looked at him; rage streaming through my body. “You haven’t touched me since they let me out of that police station”, I growled. “Now I see her grinding all over you?” He shook his head. “I’ve been trying to give you space…”. “Bullshit, Jax. You’ve been avoiding me”. “What the hell are you talking about?”

I was grinding my teeth in anger. “You hardly look at me… It’s like the thought of being in a room with me makes you sick to your stomach”. He stepped towards me; reaching out for me. “I was gonna come home when I could…”, he said; and put a hand on my shoulder. I slapped it away. “You left me in that house; alone! I wanted you there; practically begged you to come home – and you ignored me. Why?”.

He sighed. “I didn’t know how to face you, after what happened – what I said…”. “So you just decided not to?”, I said. “You were safe. That was all I cared about”.

I nodded; and scoffed a laugh. “Yeah. Safe… that’s the key word; isn’t it?”, I said. “You got rid of the competition; and realized you were bored with me”. “Cat…”, he said warningly. “I’m a necessary evil at this point”, I chuckled. “You need me in that house, to keep up the façade of the strong guy who has his shit together, and his family in order”. “That’s not what you are to me; you know that Cat!”, he yelled. “Why do you treat me like that, then?” “I don’t!”. “Yes you do. It’s like I somehow became less to you the second I took that gun from your hand!”.

He shook his head. “You weren’t supposed to take that fall. That was on me”. “Why?”. “Because you’re my responsibility!”. I nodded. “Right. The toxic masculine bro code. Touch my girl; and I kill you”, I smirked. “Did it make you feel like less of a man, to have your old lady go down for something you did?”.

Jax clenched his jaw. “You’re stepping on thin ice, darlin’”, he growled. I spread my arms; inviting him in. “Why don’t you smack me around a little. Might make you feel better”. His lips furled back in a snarl. “Like he did? Look where that got you!”. He gestured to my knee. “I’m trying to protect you”. “From what? The amount of porn-stars on your dick?”

He stepped towards me slowly; his body tense. “Now you’re just spewing venom”. “Yeah? Why don’t you put my mouth to better use, then?”. I pushed him towards the wall; and slammed the door closed. It took him by surprise; and for a second, he didn’t seem to know what to do. I took advantage of it; and dropped down on my good knee; letting my other knee touch the floor more gingerly.

I pulled his belt open; and pulled down his pants a little – giving me access to his dick. “Cat…”, he hissed. “Shut up”, snarled; and grabbed his member; sliding it into my mouth. I sucked at it; feeling it harden in my mouth. With one hand, I stroked the inches I couldn’t take – and with the other; I cradled his balls – massaging them. I heard Jax groan above me; and his hands went to my head. I released his testicles; and slapped his hands away. This was my project.

I massaged the underside of his penis with my tongue – sucking him to a full erection. I pulled back. “You like this?”, I purred. “Yeah…”, he breathed. I returned my lips to his cock.

I licked over the tip; tasting the precum coming from it. I slid my tongue down the side of his hardness – and then put him back in my mouth; bobbing my head up and down; drawing him closer to his end. Jax’s breath became erratic; and I could feel him tensing up. “Baby, I’m…”, he panted.

I released him from my mouth and grasp; and stood up – wiping my mouth. I stepped backwards. “What are you…?”, he croaked. I smiled. “Don’t like being left hanging?” He shook his head; and gestured towards his penis. “Could you maybe…”. “What? Finish the job?”. I narrowed my eyes. “Why don’t you make me?... Tell me you want me, Jax. Show me!”.

Jax growled; and grabbed my arm; pulling me towards him. Within a second; I was locked in his arms; and his mouth was on me – kissing me with a fervor.

I pulled down my panties; getting one foot out of them; but didn’t get any further, before Jackson lifted me up to straddle his waist. With a hand sliding under my bottom; he felt for my wetness; and held his member to my entrance – sliding me down over it. We moaned simultaneously. Jackson grabbed a firm hold of my left ass cheek; squeezing it hard, and making me yelp in pleasure. “I want you”, he growled into my ear; sending shivers down my back.

He pressed me against the wall and began thrusting into me hard; without mercy. Jax wasn’t making love to me; he was screwing me – letting out his frustration – and I was in that same boat with him.

I put my hand in his hair; pulling his head back hard; and attacked his lips and tongue with my own. He groaned almost angrily; and slammed into me harder – bottoming out. Jax put his hand around my throat; squeezing gently – but when he noticed the bruising from Josh’s attack to it – he frowned; and moved his hand back down under my bottom.

It wasn’t long before I began unfurling; clenching my muscles around him – and drawing him with me into extasy. My orgasm came like and explosion; and I screamed out – feeling Jax bottoming out in me one last time. With a raspy groan; he came inside me – and held me against the wall for a few seconds more, before pulling himself out of me; and lowering me to the floor.

I stumbled for a second; and Jackson held me upright. “Your knee…?”, he muttered. “It’s fine”, I breathed – still panting.

Jax adjusted himself; and put his pants back on properly – before leaving the room for a minute – coming back with a wet paper towel; for me to clean myself up. I was suddenly embarrassed, and couldn’t meet his eyes. I put my panties back on without a word.

“Cat…”, Jackson said quietly. “I’ll go home… let you finish up”, I whispered.

He walked over to me; and wrapped me in his arms – holding me impossibly close. “I love you”, he said into my hair; and kissed the top of my head. “When Bobby called and said you’d split… it was like you ripped my heart from my chest”. “I had to…”, I said quietly. “I had to protect you. I was afraid…”. He sighed. “I know, baby”, he breathed. “I know”.

I pulled back. His face was pained. “I can’t be a…”, I tried. “I have to be my own person. Make my own decisions”. He blinked and let out a short breath. “You want to leave…”, he whispered. I shook my head. “No! No, Jax… Never”. “Then what?”, he croaked. “I want us… But I’m not going to fit in to your idea of the perfect old lady”, I said. “I have to have a life that’s not just… this. But I want you in it”.

He sighed. “So what do we do?”, he said. I shrugged. “I think… we move on”, I said. “Together… without you controlling my every move”. He nodded. “I want that”, he said. “But… you asked me not to make decisions that involved you with out us discussing them first… You need to make me that promise as well. Leaving like that…”. I shook my head. “I made a call”, I said. “A shitty one”, he smiled softly. I stifled a smile. “I know you think that… but I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t see a way out that wouldn’t hurt you. Either prison or death”.

He sighed. “Leaving me hurt more than either of those…”, he breathed. I pulled him towards me again; putting my cheek to his. “I’m sorry…”, I croaked; beginning to weep silently. “Me too”, he said. I felt tears – his and mine – running down my cheek “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there”. “I didn’t tell you I was going…”, I tried. “No… after”, he said. “You needed me. You needed to heal more than just your body – and I just split… I should have been there for you”.

I began sobbing. “He hurt me… I thought it was over…”, I wept. “Everything I… we were; and had… gone”. Jackson was rubbing soothing circles on my back. “First; he ripped it away… then you…”. “I’m sorry”, he sniveled. “Now… I’m going to prison, Jax!... She’s sending me away… I can’t…”. I began heaving for breath.

Jax pulled my head back so he could look at me. “That’s not happening, Cat”, he said pointedly. “I’m not gonna let that happen!”. “But I don’t want you to go away!”, I heaved. He shook his head. “We will fix this. Together”, he said; and kissed my forehead. “Breathe, baby…”.

I tried to control myself. I took a deep breath. “Ok”, I said. He smiled softly at me; and wiped the tears away – first from my face; then his own. “This storage room smells like old socks. Can we get out of here?”, he said. I chuckled; and nodded.

Jax supported my weight; and we walked into the main area of the clubhouse. I winced from the pain in my knee and ribs. “You need to go to the hospital”, he muttered. “Nah, that’s not a good idea”, I said. “Putting me within reach of Ima; might end in another murder. Hers”, I snarled. He chuckled. “I was just giving her a ride”, he said. “She could have ridden with one of the others”, I grumbled. “Yeah…”, he muttered. “She just climbed on… I won’t let it happen again”. “Good”, I said.

We stepped outside. Chibs came over to us. “We all good here?”, he asked. “Yeah”, Jax said. “Good”, Chibs said. He looked at me. “You’ve got a fine lass here; Jackie. You mess this up; I’ll kick your ass myself”. I blushed.

Lyla and Ima were gone from the lot; along with the tow-truck. “They’re up at St. Thomas… Ima needed to get her tit checked out”, Juice said. Chibs chuckled. “That gash should be used to that by now…”, he snorted.

Jax transported me gently onto the picnic-table; and offered me a cigarette – which I gratefully accepted. He sat down next to me; and slipped his arm behind me – squeezing my hip for a second; and sending me his trademark Teller smirk.

Opie was on his phone; talking quietly into it. “… yeah, baby. I’ll call you back”. He hung up and came over to us. “Ima has a burst implant”, he muttered. Juice stifled a laugh. I shook my head. “Great…”, I said. “I’ve already got potential murder charges hanging over my head – and now I’ve committed assault”. Jax bit his lip. “Call Lyla”, he said to Opie. “Tell her, if Ima so much as thinks about pressing charges; I’ll come over there and burst the other one myself”. Opie sighed. “Yeah… I’m not doing that”, he chuckled. “Not exactly the conversation I want to have with my fiancée, the day after I just proposed…”.

All of our faces dropped. “What?”, Jax gasped. He sprang at his friend; and embraced him. “You son of a bitch! Congrats, man!”. All the guys embraced Opie; before I gave him a tight hug. “Congratulations, Opie. Lyla’s amazing”. “Yeah, I know”, he muttered. “Drinks!”, Chibs called out.

A roar of bikes entered the lot; and soon all of the members of Samcro where gathered around us. ��What’s with the gang-hug?”, Tig said. We all looked at Opie. “I’m… getting married”, he muttered. A roar of congratulations began again.

Celebrations soon commenced; with all that involved. I found myself carried to one of the couches in the clubhouse; with my leg raised on the table; and an ice-pack on my knee. Jax was like glue to me; only getting up to get me fresh drinks; and helping me to the toilet – waiting outside the bathroom for me to finish. “I’m not running”, I smirked at him. “I know”, he smiled embarrassedly. “Just give me back my crutches”, I said. He looked down. “I, uhm… kind of threw them in to an incinerator with a dead Nord…”, he muttered. I gasped. “Jax!”, I breathed. “It wasn’t Ollie!”, he said. “We had a situation… it’s unrelated to you”. I nodded solemnly.

He stroked my cheek. “Do you want to know?”, he asked. “Later… let’s just go back out there and celebrate Opie”. He nodded; and turned around. “Come on, peg-leg. Piggy-back time”. I laughed; and climbed onto his back.

Juice passed us in the hallway; and looked at my dress - which was riding up. “I see London; I see France. I see Cat’s…”. “Finish that sentence; and I’ll kill you, brother”, Jax snarled. Juice chuckled; and went into the bathroom.

“Don’t ever joke about screwing Juice again…”, he said over his shoulder to me. I laughed. “Ok… can I screw Tig? I hear he’s hung”, I joked. “Careful, darlin’”, Jax chuckled.

He got me back on the couch; and took Abel from Gemma – handing the baby to me. We sat there together – like a little family. We were a family.

Lyla arrived with Rat about an hour later. The tiny woman was lifted into the air to a roar of applause. She looked flabbergasted; as she was carried over to Opie; who received her in his arms; and whispered something in her ear. Lyla instantly flushed red; and kissed him deeply. The pair were attacked with hugs and well wishes. I was grinning from ear to ear; and pulled Abel tighter to my chest. Jax stepped over to greet Lyla.

Bobbie came and sat by me. “You ran”, he said. “I had to”, I muttered. He sighed. “I know…”, he said; and smiled at me earnestly. “Thank you, sweetheart”. He kissed my cheek; and joined Tig and Piney at the bar.

Gemma and Clay sat down in the couch next to mine. Clay took my hand. “What you did for our son… our club”, he said. “We owe you. You were family before, but this… If you ever need anything, sweetheart…”. “Thanks”, I smiled. “For now, I just need to get over this… Kohn situation”. Clay nodded. “We’ll take care of Stahl”, he said.

Opie, Lyla and Jax came to join us. Jax took Abel from me; and put him to his chest. The baby was yawning. Gemma looked at me solemnly. “How’s the knee?”, she asked. “Numb”, I said; gesturing at the icepack. “My ribs are hurting though”. “And your hand?”, she said. I looked down at the bruising on my knuckles, from my incident with Ima. “I washed the silicone off”, I smirked; and looked towards Lyla. “Sorry…” “Ima’s a bitch”, she said. “I only eat her out; because it pays well”. Opie winced.

Jax chuckled. “All right. I don’t think this is baby-friendly talk”, he smiled. “I need to get my boy, and my girl home and into bed”. “No, Jax”, Lyla said. “Stay… celebrate with us”. Gemma smiled. “I said I’d take him for a few days. One more night won’t hurt”. “You sure, ma’?”, Jax said.

Gemma stepped over to him; and took Abel. “I got him, baby”, she smiled. Clay looked at her. “I’m gonna stick around for a while. Pour one out for Ope”, he said. Gemma smirked at him. “Don’t be to late. I’ve got something cooking…”, she said. Jax winced. “I didn’t need to hear that”, he muttered. I squeezed his hand.

Gemma left the clubhouse with Abel; and we spent the next few hours enjoying the perfect bliss on Lyla’s and Opie’s faces; as they cuddled up next to each other. Jax pulled me close. “I love you”, he breathed into my ear. “Yeah?”, I whispered. “Enough to get me a new air freshener for my car?”. He put his hand on my thigh; and stroked it gently with his fingertips. “I’ll get you two”, he smiled. I put my hand around his neck; and kissed him deeply. His hand travelled up my thigh; and under my dress.

“Do you wanna…?”, he breathed. “Yes, sir”, I smirked. He frowned slightly. “You don’t have to do that… I don’t want you to feel like I’m controlling you”, he said softly. “I don’t mind it if you’re a bit bossy”, I smirked. “It’s kind of hot…”. Jax raised a brow at me; and grinned. “Then get your ass into that dorm”, he snarled in mock menace. I pouted. “I’m hurt… I can’t walk; and a very mean man burnt my crutches”. He chuckled; and stood up. “Come on, doll-face”, he said; and pulled me up – letting me climb onto his back again.

He carried me down the hall; leaving behind the partying crowd. I had him back.

#jax teller x oc #jax teller #jax teller fic #jackson teller #jackson teller fic #soa #sons of anarchy fic #sons of anarchy

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Husk Sickfic

Paring (Husk x Angel)

Stomach flu/hangover

WARNING FOR VOMIT/PTSD MENTIONS

Sitting alone in the dim lighting of the bar served as small lonely comfort to the reluctant bartender in attendance. The day was slow with him mindlessly shuffling his cards around and nursing several bottles of alcohol while Charlie blabbed about her dreams and how to achieve them with the hotel. Now, everyone had gone to their rooms for the night except him. Zoning in and out with mindless drinking had him only a little tipsy. By two in the morning he had registered that he should probably go to bed as well….. Or just sleep on the bar. Nah, maybe not this time. Whenever he did that he was rudely awoken by Al or someone else with a scolding. He decided that he’d go to his room.

“Fuck!” he hissed when he finally moved. His body cracked every which way from the sudden movement, but that wasn’t the concerning part; he was hurting in his gut. It really hurt and was very sudden. He held his alcohol well and it was now he noted that the pounding headaches usually came after drinking. Trying to shake it off, he went upstairs to his room.

He didn’t care what room he had so long as he could drink; however the sudden twisting in his upper abdomen prevented him from wanting to dive into that random whiskey bottle. Again, trying to shake whatever the feeling was, he crawled into bed and did his best to sleep it off. It normally didn’t take long to get comfortable, hell he never even paid attention to comfort! Tossing and turning was what he was left with tonight, and boy did it puzzle him. Lying on either side gave him an annoying pressure that he couldn’t quite place, on his back only made him feel nauseous while face down just wasn’t comfortable in general and he couldn’t breathe well. Finally, he grew pissed and swung his legs over the bed holding his head in his hands.

“Fuck is wrong in there?” he asked himself. Softly placing a paw over his stomach he ran his claws through the fur on his head. Sitting upright made his guts flip and he let out a pathetic groan. Why was it hurting? He didn’t think he had eaten anything out of the ordinary, he didn’t remember what he ate in all honesty. He just wasn’t hungry. He took a few deep breaths and swallowed a little before lying back down on the bed. Like it did any fucking good. Another 30 minutes of rustling around in his bed he shot up like a bullet and eyed the broken trash can in the corner of the room. He looked away, remembering what a former soldier told him when he went overseas during his human life.

‘If you think about it, it will happen.’

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Fuck it.

He got up and moved to one of the public restrooms down the hall; in not caring about his room, he failed to recognize that Alastor gave him the one without a bathroom. Each step had him sweating and at one point he even needed to stop and take a pause for the sake of not ruining the rug and waking everyone up. He heard a door creak open.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

He immediately straightened himself out and tried to look normal. Footsteps sounded, trying to be as soft as possible. Were those….pink slipper boots? They were, and who better to own them than Angel Dust. Now he really needed to act normal!

“Oh, hey Kitten! What you doing here?” Angel softly purred as he caught eye.

“Minding my own business bitch, take a lesson.”

“Nah that don’t pay well. Wassup? You look like a shit had a shit.”

He rolled his eyes, “Thanks.”Angel cocked his head and stared at Husk, he looked green in the white of his fur and the grey was duller. Was that sweat? “What are you doing up anyway?”

“Well I got the day off tomorrow and I planned on stocking up on some junk food Veggie keeps hidden.”

“Isn’t it Vaggie?”

“Same thing.”

“Whatever just go away.”

Angel huffed, “You’re clearly sick though.”

“No I’m fucking not, just mind your own fucking business for once instead of barging in and ruining everyone!” his stomach clenched which left Husk fighting every muscle in his body from grabbing it and doubling over.

For a brief moment, Angel dropped, but picked right back up. “Come on. Let me help ya. It’s a sad sight right here, kinda funny too.”

“Can’t you take no for an answer? I thought whores understood rejection?”

Okay, that stung a little. “Did you drink perfume or some shit?

“Why don’t-” Husk took a pause, his stomach was churning. It hurt and he felt the acid creep up his throat. He could swallow only so much. “-you...fuck.”

“Husk?” Angel had a soft spot for the cat, he was hot and gave him drinks! He also knew what it was like to be under an overlord. They had talked about it one night. “Hey man you good?” Angel’s voice was like water: garbled and incoherent. Husk lurched and clasped a hand over his mouth. He pushed Angel away and dashed to the bathroom. Tossing a stall door open, he crashed to the ground and began to heave. The stomach inside him contracted, but after his second unproductive heave did he finally manage to bring something up. He coughed and spat out more of whatever had caused this. He slightly jumped when he felt a soft pair of hands rub up and down his back, another set massaging his wings that tensed up every time he puked or gagged, the last set of Angel’s arms kept his ears back while rubbing the nape. He didn’t even have the energy to push him away.

“There ya go kitten. Easy.” Angel softly soothed. Husk gagged and brought up more vomit into the toilet, coughing and sputtering. He thought his head was about to burst, the throb was so painful. Another wave of vomit, this time with tears mixing in. He spat the remainder into the bowl.

“Ugh, fuck.” he grit his teeth and tried to even his ragged breathing. An arm draped across the toilet, one was positioned carefully on his stomach. He had forgotten what it felt like to be so sick, the last time was when he had food poisoning in a camp somewhere. He had also forgotten that this was literal HELL. In hell, everything bad was doubled. Broken leg meant worse pain and longer heal. Stabbed? Well you’d heal faster but it would still hurt like no other. And sick? Well if anyone got sick in Hell it lasted longer than it would a breathing human. Part of punishment. Husk reached up to flush the contents down and placed his head on the cool toilet lid.

“Are you done kitten?”

“...Yeah.”

All that strain made Husk lethargic and apathetic. He no longer cared about what happened, that was fucking horrible. He just wanted the bad feelings gone.

“Come on.”

Angel helped Husk stand on his feet and had him rinse his mouth out in the sink as quickly as possible. They left the bathroom and went further down the hall.

“Where am I going?” Husk asked.

“My room.”

Husk tried to push Angel away, “Why?”

“It has a bathroom inside, your’s don’t. You also can’t spend all night in a public bathroom. Plus you can barely stand as it is. Don’t act as if Charlie wouldn’t have my head for not doing a thing.”

Husk wanted to throw Angel onto the ground and run back to his room so he could curl up and die again alone. Nah. That wasn’t going to happen and he knew it, the muscles and energy had all gone into making him feel like shit and left him walking on a tightrope with a tilting wheel above him. When the two arrived in the room, Husk wasn’t all surprised by the look of it. A stripper pole, soft furniture, different shades of pink and black, of course a vanity covered with makeup and a shelf of sex toys. He rolled his eyes.

“Mention this to anyone and you can kiss all the booze in the world goodbye you fucking pest.”

“Daw~ for me only Husky? Don’t mention it. I’ll tell Cha you’re sick and too drunk to tell whose room is whose. I’ll say I tried to throw ya out but you wouldn’t budge. Sound good?”

Husk had crawled onto Angel’s bedsheets, mmm…. warm and soft. He didn’t even reply to whatever the spider said, the sheets and mattress felt amazing, he started to purr and it was only when he caught Angel smiling down at him did he realize the situation. Shit! What the fuck am I doing? He made a sorry attempt to get out of the bed, he knew the slut would talk and he’d be humiliated. He didn’t want things to be worse than they already were. Quickly jumping off the bed made him double over in pain as a giant cramp rolled through his abdomen.

“Hey, watch yourself. I ain’t gonna tell anyone, I learned from Pa that snitches get ditches at five years old.”

“Fuck you.”

“Maybe when you’re better. Let’s go, come on! Back to bed kitten.” Angel guided Husk back into the bed, he noticed that his gut looked tense, he could practically see the muscles cramped up through the fur. “Jesus you’re tense.”

“I know. Now shut up. Why’re you even helping me dumbass?”

“You remind me a lot of my sis when she’d get sick. I’d always be the caretaker and she’d be mine. She’d fight me tooth and nail until I gave her something comfortable, then she’d melt like Mama’s garlic butter. Just a nice nostalgia feeling I guess. Besides, maybe you’ll owe me?” he ended with a tease of course, but after a warning glare from Husk, he backed down. “I’m kidding! Jeez! Here, just get on the bed, I’ll even rest away from ya.”

The bed felt amazing and warm, and it didn’t smell horrible in this room either. Angel had even been so kind as to place a bucket right next to him in case his stomach decided to abuse him again. Zoning back in, he realized that Angel had gotten into the bed and put considerable distance between them. Another cramp seized Husk’s body and he curled in harder on himself. He felt a gag coming on and groaned when he had to drag the bucket closer to his face.

Angel glanced over at the bartender and felt a pang of sympathy. He placed a hand over Husk’s back and tried to massage the muscles that were bulging out. Thankfully they did relax as Husk threw up again into the can. He felt a lot warmer than normal? Angel had no idea what the temperature for a cat was let alone a demonic one. He could only guess it was a fever high enough to cause discomfort. After throwing up the remainder of vomit from his mouth, Husk rinsed with the warm bottle of water Angel had sitting next to him (unopened) and then plopped back down on the bed softly panting. The spider stopped rubbing his back in order to take care of the bucket; the cat needed to bite back a whimper from the loss of comfort while the cramping came back. He felt ashamed when he let pained moans come from his throat when he wrapped his paws around his middle.

“Think ya got a stomach bug which means you got about four days until it’s gone.”

“Cool.”

“Molly liked it when I rubbed her back or stomach.”

Husk rattled as a shiver blew past him. Angel pulled the covers over his body. “Don’t fucking try anything or I’ll poison your drinks.”

“Please, a whore may know a lot about rejection, but they know more about consent and roofies.”

“Smartass.”

Angel shifted to where one set of hands massaged the back and only one hand went over Husk’s stomach, the other was used to scroll through his phone. Within minutes, the cat was out like a light and purring louder than a racecar. Angel smiled and snuck a picture or eight. When he started to feel a little drowsy, he noticed that Husk had moved in a way that made it to where Angel was basically holding him sideways. CUTE! A few more pictures saved onto his phone and he was set to sleep. His rest may have only lasted an hour or two since he was woken up by Husk bolting up to vomit. The cycle was repeated until there was literally nothing in his stomach. Angel continued to rub his stomach.

Come morning, Husk awoke to the sound of rustling. “Fuck is that?” he mumbled.

“Sorry babe! Just gotta get Fat Nuggets some food and then a walk, it’ll be thirty minutes. Charlie knows about the story I told her last night.”

“Fuck you what did you tell her!” Husk reared up with his wings fluffed up and defensive mode on. If only he looked as threatening; truth be told it looked more like a tiny kitten was trying to roar like a lion. Angel couldn’t help but laugh.

“Relax, I told her you got sick last night and were too drunk to notice you were in the wrong room. I told her moving you wasn’t an option and said you tried to claw my normal eye out. She said she’d give you the next three days off and sent up some ‘get well’ shit.” he gestured over to the nightstand next to the cat. Placed on the tray was a set of medications that would barely do anything, but it was better than nothing. After vomiting all night, the waters she gave him looked amazing.

“Hmm.”

“Do you wanna try to eat?” Angel asked.

A baby gag, “Ugh fuck that.”

Angel walked over and placed a hand on Husk’s forehead, almost astounded that he didn’t wack him back. “Definitely certain you got a rising fever.”

“In Hell, wow.”

“Shut up.”

Most of the day was nothing new. Charlie put Angel on caretaker duty (much to Vaggie’s concern) just to make things easier. Hopefully. It gave Angel bonus points, Husk got taken care of, Angel out of the way, the place would be quiet. In honesty, while Husk reminded him a lot of his sister when she was feeling down, he also wanted a chance to get closer to the cat. He was curious and also bored. Kinda wanted something to do. Being a sex worker meant that he had to care and cater to whatever the clients wanted, this time it was for something nonsexual. Sure he enjoyed sex, but it was nice to do something other than it. His day off would otherwise be spent wandering around and getting into trouble. Not looking to get chewed out was his aim.

“Shit babe how do you still have something inside you?”

“I’m not *huurk* babe you himbo.” Husk retorted with a pathetic spit. “Fuck. This is worse than when the boat was on the sea towards the battle….”

“Battle? What battle?”

PTSD WAR FLASHBACK TW

Whether it was the increased fever or what, Husk had no idea, but he had seen this many times before. Back in the war, not knowing which battle. He was instructed to shoot whatever came that wasn’t wearing US Military garb. A rustle among the trees, he turned, saw uncovered skin and lanky build. They were carrying something. A bomb? He shot at them straight in the head and they fell. Crying could be heard, but the person was dead, he went to inspect whatever was the sound and his heart dropped when he saw it was a toddler. The child ran towards him and then fell over as a fellow soldier shot them down. He turned and threw up right there, crying and praying it wasn’t real and apologizing over and over.

PTSD WAR FLASHBACK TW OVER

“Husk, hey, it isn’t real. Whatever you seein’ ain’t real. It ain’t real right now.”

Husk snapped his head back at Angel hyperventilating with wide eyes and then quickly bent over the fresh bucket that was being held in front of him. He gagged and spit and heaved and threw up whatever left he could. All the medicine, water, one single bite of toast was all gone; even then he still tried to bring up something until he was reduced to dry heaving.

“Hey now, in and out. Breath in, then out. There ya go. Va bene (it’s okay in Italian).”

It took a while, but Husk was back on track, the fever had definitely spiked and now he was experiencing shellshock again. “-ter.”

“Huh?”

“Wa-er.”

His throat had been puked raw by the acid he could barely speak, but Angel managed to understand what he said and gave him an uncapped water bottle which he gratefully gulped down.

“Hey go slow or you’ll-” the water didn’t stay in his stomach, “- puke it back up. Baby sips.”

By the time the bucket was cleaned out, Husk was cared for and Angel got him as comfy as he could, he noticed that the cat was clingy when he was sick. Angel was the big spoon whether Husk knew or not. Belly rubs and back massages felt great after the whole ordeal. Unfortunately, he had three more PTSD episodes after that.

***

“I gotta go to work or Val’ll have my head!” Angel sighed, trying to pull his many limbs out of the cat’s grip.

“No.”

“Husk.”

“No.”

Husk had reached his peak in the fever and acted like a kitten starved for attention. Angel knew sick clingy people made some of the best and worst patients depending on the situation. Eventually, the spider managed to pry the other off and set on for work where he spent the day modeling and having only one film session with a guy that loved being stepped on. He managed to avoid any conflict with the film crew and Val, so he finally left early with an abundance of praise. Quick and easy! Once he was back in the hotel, he went straight to his room where he found Husk sleeping bent over an empty bucket with fresh tear tracks along his matted fur lines. Angel gently shook him awake.

“Rise and shine moonpie! Get your head out of the bucket.”

Husk blinked up at the spider and turned away into the blankets. “Not now.”

“Well you can either lay your head in a horrible position that is sure to rattle yer neck to bits and pieces or you can-”

“Angel. I-....Can-” Husk was really struggling with what he was about to say next. “Can you…. rub my head a little?” he asked shyly.

Faster than a bullet, Angel was right there getting to pet the cat, he was amazed at how soft the fur was. Of course it was to make him feel better. “Think you’re stomach wants to stay inside ya?”

“Shh.”

“Okay babe.”

Husk did not throw up anymore after that night; by the time the four days were over, he pushed Angel away and got himself sorted out. He hated to admit that the spider was a good caretaker, and he would be a liar if he said he wasn’t comfy (sometimes) during the stay in Angel’s room. Once he was back working the bar, he handed Angel a free drink.

“Here.”

“Oh really Husk! Thank you!”

“Shut up.”

Angel winked at him and understood. The drink was a thank you, and he was happy to oblige. The two carried on a calmer setting around each other now. Husk still grumpy as could be, but with more sarcasm towards Angel rather than pure annoyance 100% of the time.

Oh my Lord you can tell where I gave up trying to write good. My brain was absolutely dead. But I've noticed there's a lack of sickfics in this fandom so I'm deciding to fix that as best I can. I haven't written in a long time so I am sooooo rusty. Oh well. ❤️❤️

#sick whump #hazbin hotel husk sick #angel dust hazbin hotel #vaggie #husk sick #charlie hazbin hotel #mollydust #fat nugs #fat nuggets #angelhusk #hazbin angel dust #huskerdust #ptsd #vomiting #male vomiting

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isauntervaguelydownwards · 4 years

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Living - for lack of a better word - Daylights

Baz is almost certain about three things; one - he thinks Simon Snow is a vampire, two - he can't believe that could be true, three - no matter what, he's incredibly in love with him.

Fill for the COC2019 day 2 prompt: role swap. Snowbaz.

Baz

There was something very weird about Snow, other than him being the ‘Chosen One’.

Whenever I even thought the words ‘Chosen One’ I heard my aunt Fiona’s derisive snort at the term, so I tried to think about it as much as possible. It felt a bit like home, even just mentally hearing the snorts.

If I didn’t know better, I would’ve said he was plotting something. I realise that that’s what he’s been saying about me for the past seven years, but there’s something about his behaviour that just doesn’t fit. Even if he was the Chosen One, receiving special training from the Mage - which seems extremely unlikely, considering the careful distance the Mage always keeps - none of it would account for the irregular disappearances Snow manages.

He just goes up in smoke - not literally, but I wouldn’t put it past him, either - once or twice a week. The only thing I’ve figured out there’s in common all of the times is that he starts looking wan about the day before he goes missing, is gone for several hours the next day, and comes back looking - revived, for lack of a better word.

If I didn’t know better, I’d call him a vampire.

It fits, that’s the worst part. He’s pale as anything - I mean, yeah, he’s a redhead, but he’s paler than any human should be, redhead or not. He’s got this weird way of smiling - not that he’s ever done that in my direction, but I’ve seen him smile at both Bunce and Wellbelove plenty of times - where he keeps his mouth closed. I’ve heard of close-lipped smiles before, but I do think the saying was invented with Simon Snow in mind.

He can’t be, though. He can’t be a vampire, the very idea is ludicrous. He’s the Chosen One! No matter how ridiculous that nickname is, the fact remains that he’s very, very powerful, if having slight issues controlling that power. As if that wasn’t enough, no vampire had ever been allowed into Watford, and not even the Mage would’ve let one in, no matter how far he’s let standards fall since Mum died.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t want to accept my own suspicions as truth.

I just didn’t want to believe that the guy I’m head over heels in love with is a vampire, a creature like the ones who murdered my mother. It would’ve been me, too, hadn’t it been for the stomach bug I’d caught the day before.

They’re monsters, and I don’t even want to be close to one - much less sharing a room with it. Of course, this is only idle guesswork, and the idea that Snow is a vampire isn’t even close enough to reliable that anyone, much less me, would entertain it.

Simon

I had to eat. Well, I had eaten, of course I had, but I needed to see to my ‘dietary requirements’ as Penny so nicely called it.

There wouldn’t be a deer left in the woods, much less a rat in the dungeons, soon enough. Back in the Normal world, I mostly ate cats, which probably was a major reason for me changing foster homes as often as I did. I did keep to the strays, and I hadn’t eaten a single one of my foster siblings, which I think proved a certain strength of character not many would have, much less show.

It’s a vain way of thinking, I guess, but I have to have some pride in myself. Otherwise, I’d probably have killed myself - or at least let one of Baz’s schemes succeed.

I’m not exactly happy or proud of my affliction, but I’ve gotten used to it by now. Maybe I’m lucky in that I lived my life in the Normal world and wasn’t exposed to all the prejudices about vampires. I probably would’ve killed myself if I had to suffer through that internalised self-hate.

Baz

He was gone again. I know I don’t have any business wondering, it’s no skin off my back, but I can’t help but be curious, anyway. Time to be proactive and do something about it, maybe. I’ve been wondering for almost seven years, I won’t let it be another one. They say curiosity killed the cat, but I’ve also heard satisfaction brought it back.

Decision made, I pulled the school blazer on and made my way out of the room I shared with Snow. A quick follow in his steps lit his metaphysical tracks up like a Christmas tree, and with a furtive glance around (and my mental - in more ways than one - aunt Fiona yelling about me to ‘act like you belong’), I hurried off.

The tracks led down into the dungeons, which probably surprised me more than it should have. If he is actually a vampire, isn’t the dungeons so stereotypical he should avoid them on principle?

Simon

As I drained the latest rat I’d found, I heard footsteps coming closer.

“Shit,” I hissed to myself, hurriedly extinguishing the lit candle I carried. Penny had magicked it - light my way - so I would be the only one to see the light, but I always felt it better to be safe rather than sorry, though. Especially when it came to drinking the blood of innocent, dungeon-dwelling creatures.

Trying my best to melt into the wall, I could only watch as the flickering light of a torch approached in time with the footsteps.

Baz

I rounded the corner, hot on Snow’s heels - quite literally. The closer I got to him, the brighter his footprints burnt, and now they were veritably blazing with proximity. When they all of a sudden ended, I also came to a stop. It was in the middle of a hallway, somewhere deep below the school - actually, it was probably somewhat close to Mum’s crypt.

Raising my eyes slowly from the floor, the torch-light following my eyes up, I caught sight of Snow’s shoes, heels pressed close to the wall. That would explain why the footprints just stopped. Trepidation made me track my eyes up Snow’s figure slower than I ever had before, and that’s saying something.

I met his gaze before properly processing what, exactly, I was seeing. He looked terrified. Scanning down his body again, I took in the whole view. His mouth was half-open, failing to contain the sheer amount of razor-sharp teeth he was currently equipped with. In one hand he held an unlit candle, smoking ever so slightly, and in the other - hovering awkwardly in the air - he held a struggling rat.

I’m not ashamed to admit I screamed before turning on my heel and running.

Simon

Oh, shit.

Baz

My scream still echoing through the hallway, my heartbeat pounding too loud for me to hear anything else, I ran. I ran for my life, terrified of what was chasing me. Maybe that’s why I didn’t pay proper attention to where I was actually heading, not until I ran headfirst into something - someone, even. Whoever it was stumbled forwards a few steps, while I lost my footing and fell backwards.

Once I’d gathered my bearings, shaking away the cartoon birds flying around my head, I looked up and saw, to my horror, the very thing I was running from. Simon Snow.

Simon

Scream still ringing in my ears, I slumped back against the wall I’d been trying to melt into just seconds earlier. Bringing my hand up to rub at my face made me realise I still held the rat I’d been about to eat. Scoffing, I leant down and released the rat, which ran away with a squeak.

With a conscious effort, I retracted my teeth. I wasn’t entirely sure how that worked - I somehow grew a new set of (very sharp) teeth, but it didn’t hurt my ordinary teeth at all? Once I was done with the, well, eating living things teeth, my regular teeth came back, no harm done. Sometimes I really wanted to see another vampire, just so I could finally find out what, exactly, was normal for vampires, and what was actually my very own flavour of weirdness.

Baz’s scream had just barely gone quiet when something ran full tilt into my back. Turning the stumble into a turn, I spun around to see Baz sitting on the floor, with a whole flock of little cartoon birds flying around his head.

I crouched down in front of him, not saying anything as he managed to get his hands under him and scramble backwards. He soon hit the other wall, making a credible impression of me about five minutes earlier. His efforts to blend into the stone wall didn’t succeed any more than mine had.

It was the most un-composed I’d ever seen Baz, and it was simultaneously hilarious and a bit sad.

Baz

Had I been speaking out loud, I would’ve sounded something like:

“V-v-v-v-vampire!”

Simon

Stuttering, too. I wonder if he was even aware he was speaking out loud?

“I am a vampire, yes, good on you for noticing,” I said, crouching down to be more at his height. Can’t imagine having what’s apparently the nightmare of your life looming over you is all that fun. I actually felt a bit rude and quite patronising doing it, but considering Baz had spent a considerable amount of time trying - and succeeding - to get me to cry, I didn’t regret it. Much.

The sarcasm was apparently a bit too much to take, as Baz’s fear switched - very quickly - to anger. He was angry enough that there was actually steam coming out of his ears.

“What the fuck, Snow?!” he swore, scrambling to his feet. His hands were still clutching at the wall, a death grip on the stones, but he was glaring hard enough that he’d probably manage to set me on fire by looking at me. “What the actual fuck!”

I stood up from my crouching position - he’d tower over me no matter which, but this way he couldn’t loom angrily at least - in the smoothest move I’ve ever pulled. Sadly enough the only one who’d seen it was my archenemy, so it’s not like it was to much use.

Baz

Okay, so I’ll admit I was scared shitless, but the nonchalant and almost joking way the fucking idiot spoke to me just made me very angry. Quite angry enough that it easily took over, smothering the fear with a pillow.

Just like what I was going to do to the smug Chosen One.

“What?” said the smug asshole, smugly. I absolutely was going to smother him, and I’d take great joy in it, too.

“What do you mean what! You can’t be a fucking vampire!” I insisted, torn between what my fear said I should do - cower - and what my rage claimed I should do - grab him by the lapels of the incredibly tacky school blazer he was wearing and shake him.

“Uh…” he said, going shifty-eyed - as if he’d just now realised exactly how deep shit he was in. “I mean. I apparently can?”

“No! No you cannot, because you! You’re the fucking Chosen One! What the fuck Snow!”

“I didn’t choose to be?”

“Tough luck! You are!” I turned away from him and began pacing between the walls of the dungeon hallway. It was a wide hallway, so I could pace properly, but it was still a hallway, so I didn’t quite get the satisfaction I wanted from it. “So you can just - just stop! Stop this vampire nonsense immediately, that’s what you’re going to do.”

Simon

Baz had an impressive way of nodding decisively, as if everything he’d just said would miraculously happen, and I’d immediately stop being a vampire.

“Baz. I’m sorry but it doesn’t work that way.” I stood silent for a long moment, just looking at him, considering exactly how honest I wanted to be. If I didn’t want this to spread all over the world, I decided I needed to be brutally honest. “Trust me, I’ve tried.”

He looked at me, in the same searching way he always did before deciding just what to say to in the shortest amount of time make me cry. In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought, deciding that I had nothing to lose by telling him.

“The only reason I’m not dead is because it’s very difficult to do something about the whole ‘alive’ thing when you actually want to live.” I shrugged and looked away from him. It was incredibly difficult to meet his eyes.

“We’ve shared a room for the past seven years, Snow,” he said flatly. He wasn’t usually very expressive, but this was flatter and more monotone than I’d ever heard him.

Baz

For seven years, I’d slept in the same room as a vampire - the very sort of creature who killed my Mum. I’d turned my back to him, had somewhere trusted that no matter what he wouldn’t hurt me.

I’d bullied him - almost had him killed, almost made him lose his magic. He’s a vampire, and I can’t say I’m not terrified of him.

Yet, I can’t help but love him.

He looked a bit like a drowned cat where he stood, actually, and I felt a rush of fondness for this actual disaster of a person.

“You haven’t killed or harmed me, despite the chance - and honestly, you’ve had good reasons too. Why?”

“Well,” he said, shifting nervously from foot to foot. I levelled an unimpressed glare at him, and I could almost see him pull himself up by the bootstraps. “You see, Baz, I realise that I’m a vampire, and you’re a raging asshole, but. Well. I’ve been crushing on you since second year, and I’d even dare say I’m in love, for some unfathomable reason.”

Simon

All the ways I saw that confession going, none of them involved Baz throwing himself at me and kissing the living - for lack of a better word - daylights out of me.

#coc 2019 #carry on countdown #snowbaz #carry on #carry on fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing #mine #simon snow #tyrannus basilton pitch #type: text

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malakhai-ozera · 4 years

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DISCORD EVENT THREAD || Khai & Landon

Discord thread featuring: Khai and Landon ( @davieslandon )

When: September 5th

Mentions: @romanbeckett

Description: Landon and Khai get drunk at Emily’s release party. They get caught kissing by Roman and then hook up for the first time,

Trigger Warnings: So many feels. SMUT!!!

Khai. It has been weeks since the last time Khai had any type of strong alcohol. So it was needless to say that the bottle of tequila in his hand was probably a bad idea. He didn’t care thought, you party hard or go home right? He sat on one of the couches as he rocked the bottle back and forth on his knee. Licking his lips in anticipation of his first drink, but painfully dragging it out. “Alright, well... here goes nothing” he said to himself. Picking up the bottle and chugging it a quarter of the way to the middle. He let out a sigh of satisfaction as the alcohol burned its way down his throat. Smiling over to the person beside him as he nodded his head he let out a soft chuckle. This night was about to get a whole lot more fun. He just hoped he would remember it in the morning.

LANDON Landon rolled his eyes when he saw Khai chugging so much tequila in one go. “Well, well, we’ll. Someone’s already being a little wild tonight”, he laughed. “Are you going to share or do I have to beg?” Drinking tequila was probably not a good idea since it was the drink which was known to make him horny but if he was going to survive a night in his ex-boyfriend’s place then he was going to need all the alcohol he could get.

Khai. Landon always knew exactly what to say to make Khai all giddy on the inside. But after their recent conversations he was really just trying to behave himself. “I’d love to see you beg. Right there on your hands and knees” he grinned, pointing the the floor between his knees. “But, I’ll just be nice and share. As long as you keep those comments about how wild I am to yourself” he winked. So much for behaving. He handed the bottle over to Landon and placed his hand on his friends knee. His body was already feeling all warm and tingly and he was smiling like an idiot.

LANDON Landon looked at him with raised eyebrows and smirked. “Really? Babe you’re nowhere near ready to handle me on my hands and knees.” He took the bottle from him and chugged a healthy amount. There was no point taking things slow if the end result was going to be the same anyways. “I guess I’ll keel it to myself but I’m not making any promises.”

Khai. Blinking his eyes slowly he shifted them back into Landons direction. A devilish grin pulling at his lips as he shook his head. “I would love to know where you’ve gotten this idea that I can’t handle you from the back or on your knees. It’s quite amusing” he laughed. Licking his lips again as he watched Landon down quite a bit of alcohol. “Mhm... that’s right. Such a good boy” he teased. Reaching for the bottle once again before downing a bit more. “Here, you’re gonna need this” he mused, handing the bottle back. “We should go swimming.” The bad ideas were only getting started.

LANDON Was he being serious when he said he didn’t think Khai would be able to handle him? Not really, but it was fun to tease the other like that so Landon knew he was going to keep doing it. “I don’t know, I’ve been told I can be a lot to handle so maybe that’s why”, he grinned. He took the bottle from Khai again and didn’t argue. He was definitely going to need it to get through the night. The last thing he expected was a suggestion to go swimming. “You want to what? I did not get dressed for a party only to ruin it by going swimming”, he laughed.

Khai. The look on Khai’s face was priceless. He always got a real kick out of how sassy Landon could be, and the look on his friends face only topped it all off. “Hmm... Maybe I’ll have to test that theory out for myself one day” he said mindlessly. Normally he would throw a comment like that to the wind and stand confidently behind it. But he knew Landon wasn’t in anyway interest and it was all just a game of cat and mouse for him. “Don’t go getting all boujee on me now Davies. I didn’t mean right this second anyway” he laughed. Maybe it was the weeks without drinking, but Khai already felt a slight buzz coming on. His smile only getting a bit more seductive and slightly goofy the more he sipped the bottle. “You do look good though. Really good” he complimented. His hand reaching over to trace his fingers along the collar of Landons jacket.

LANDON Landon rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. Maybe it was the tequila or maybe it was just that he was used to these sort of comments from Khai and knew not to take them too seriously. It was a relief to know he didn’t mean right this second as Landon didn’t think he was anywhere near drunk enough to willingly go for a swim in the pool. “Thanks, so do you.” Well, someone seemed to be getting a little handsy but Khai wasn’t the only one effected by the tequila so he didn’t stop him. He wasn’t drunk but the party atmosphere was enough to make him a little more agreeable to this than he usually would be.

Khai. His eyes were following the trail of his fingers on Landons jacket before shifting up to meet his soft blues. A slightly shy smile pulling at his lips as he pulled the bottom between his teeth. Wow, he was definitely going to need more alcohol to ignore these flips in his stomach. He reached for the bottle again and chugged more than half before handing it back. “Thank you” he breathed out with a soft hiss from the burning sensation in his throat. “So... now what? You wanna go get into some trouble? Or would you rather just sit here all night making googley eyes at me” he mused. His tongue darting out to lick the corner of his mouth as he tempted his friends to have a little fun.

LANDON “I thought I was supposed to need it more or something”, he laughed, referring to the now almost empty bottle of tequila. He chugged down the rest of it and left the empty bottle on the table to be thrown away later. “And what sort of trouble are we talking about? I wouldn’t want you to get stuck with me making googley eyes at you, that’s just not fair on you at all. So sorry about that.” Like he hadn’t just caught Khai staring at him or anything, of course not. The other boy was lucky that he didn’t tease him about it, more out of a news not to make things awkward than him being nice about it.

Khai. “Oh, you definitely need more” he nodded eagerly. “Hell, so do I” he added with a chuckle. His shifting his eyes back to Landon again and it looks could kill, Landon would have just dropped dead. “You can look at me however you want, babe. Just don’t tease me” he grinned. Of course Landon knew exactly what kind of teasing he was talking about. How could he not at this point? “Come on, let’s get more alcohol” he insisted. Grabbing Landons hand and leading him over to the little mini bar that was set up in the lobby. “I’m not sure how drunk we can get off this, but it’s worth a try” he mused. Passing a small bottle of tequila over to Landon before downing one of his own. A soft hum passing his lips as he closed his eyes and let the alcohol bring his body to life.

LANDON Landon didn’t think he ever saw Khai glare at him like that and he had to fight really hard not to burst out laughing. That was probably more an affect of the alcohol though. “Okay, no teasing promise.” He followed Khai to the minibar and took the small tequila bottle from him. “Are you kidding me? I don’t know about you but I can definitely get drunk from tequila.” Landon left out the part where he was already beginning to feel the effects of it, probably because it’s been a while since he last got drunk and he chugged half a bottle of tequila by himself. Opening the small bottle, he downed it and absentmindedly wondered how long it was going to be before he started making bad decisions.

Khai. It was quite clear that Khai was indeed feeling the effects himself. His already heavy accent was starting to slur a bit and his idiotic crooked smile never left his face. “Tequila is definitely my drink of choice” he said randomly. Grabbing another small bottle and downing that one as well before grabbing Landons hand. “Okay, mr hard to handle. Let’s go have some fun” he chuckled. Pulling his friend along with him before stumbling over the rug and crashing into the wall. Of course he pulled Landon along with him as he rested his back firm against the wall behind him. They were now face to face as Landon stood in front of him and he shifted his eyes down to his lips. Was this the universe giving him a push? Probably not, but he went for it anyway. Moving his free hand to the back of Landons neck and pulling him in for a heated kiss

LANDON “Oh yeah, it’s mine as well.” Somehow he tended to end up hooking up with someone whenever he had tequila though. Nope, definitely not saying that out loud. He followed Khai but wasn’t expecting him to trip over the rug and be dragged along with him. Not effected by the tequila my ass. Their faces were literally inches apart and Landon almost made some sort of joke to break the tension. Before he could, Khai was pulling him in for a kiss and Landon was powerless to stop it. He had trouble pushing him away on a good day but with all the tequila he’d been drinking, it was close to impossible.

Khai. The weight of Landons body pressing into his against the wall was making him feel dizzy. But in the best possibly way that it could. He could taste the tequila on the others lips and it made it sooo hard to stop. Especially when Landon was kissing him back just as heated as he’d given it. It was a definite turn in events but Khai forced himself to pull away. His head resting back against the wall as he starred into Landons eyes. “I’m... I’m sorry” he breathed out. His hand clenching onto the back of his friends neck as he fought against the magnetic pull to kiss him again.

LANDON This was probably a long time coming. Between the times they’d kissed before and came to a mutual understanding it was a bad idea, and the sexual tension between them, it was bound to happen again. Landon was actually surprised they got through countless nights in watching Netflix snuggled on the sofa without anything happening. Khai pulling back was enough to shock him back into the present. Shit. “Ugh...yeah it’s...don’t worry about it, it’s fine.” Wasn’t this what they said wasn’t going to happen again? That went well.

Roman. Roman had just gotten to the party, dressed head to toe in Gucci of course - making a statement, as always. He looked down at his phone, replying to some messages as he stepped through the lobby, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Khai and Landon kissing up against the wall. Both of them had stated to him that nothing was ever going to happen between them, but he’d known that was a lie. He wasn’t an idiot, nor did he have a right to say anything. He closed his eyes as his stomach sank, tucking his phone into the pocket of his pale peach trousers. The heels of his Chelsea boots were loud as he clacked through the lobby, cursing silently to himself that he’d given himself away as he rushed to the elevator, mashing his finger on the button until the doors opened for him to go upstairs.

LANDON Great, this was going to get awkward again wasn’t it? They really needed to talk about it because, as much as he wanted to move on and ignore it ever happened again, he knew they couldn’t keep doing this. Just as he was about to tell Khai just that, Landon heard the sound of clacking heels coming from behind him and he turned around, only to freeze when he saw who it was. Shit, shit, shit. Of all the people who had to walk through the lobby right now why did it have to be Roman? He promised him that nothing would happen between him and Khai but it did and Landon didn’t know what to so. He almost called out to him as he watched him frantically pressing on the button for the elevator but then what would he say? They needed to talk about this, he knew that but not when he was under the influence of a bottle of tequila. That wouldn’t go down very well. Landon turned to look at Khai, hoping the other would have a better idea of what they should do.

Khai. Landon was telling him it was fine, but was it really? It didn’t seem to be. He always did this, he always had to go and make shit weird. Why couldn’t he just take no for a fucking answers? Just when he thought Landon might say something else he heard the clicking of heels. His heart immediately sinking because he knew that sound like the back of his hand. He closed his eyes as a deep sigh escaped his lips and he let go of Landons neck. It was in the look on Landons face, and even more so in Romans, he fucked up, yet again. “I’m gonna go” he pushed out, his tone breaking right along with his heart. “I shouldn’t have done that. I know you you don’t want me and I’m not trying to make shit harder on anyone. I should just go.

LANDON Why couldn’t things ever be simple for them? Sometimes it felt like no matter what he did, someone was bound to get hurt and this seemed like a confirmation of that. If he followed Roman to try and explain, he would be hurting Khai and if he stayed here, he wouldn’t be able to explain himself to his ex. Not that he knew what he was going to say. ‘Oh hey, sorry about that. Got drunk again and kissed Khai again’ That would totally work. He was going to say that it was fine but Landon bit his tongue before he could. That would have been such a big lie that he couldn’t get himself to say it. There was nothing remotely five about their situation and it was time he faced it. Hearing what Khai said made the decision for him. “It’s...that’s not it and you know it. But this just turned into an even bigger mess than it already was. Roman saw us.

Khai. There was a huge part of Khai that really wanted to chase after Roman too. He was his best friend among other things and the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt him. He would rather hurt himself over and over again than ever cause any type of pain to Roman, or Landon for that matter. But he couldn’t help how he felt. No matter how hard he tried to push it away, or how much he told himself it was wrong. He couldn’t stop it or change it. This just hurt all the way into the pit of his guts. Did Landon still love Roman too? What was even happening right now? “I know it?” he asked through a shaky voice. “I don’t think I know anything anymore, Landon. You told me you don’t like me like this and you told me it could never happen. Yet here I am making a fool of myself and hurting the people I love again.” The tears were balling up in his eyes but he refused to cry. He didn’t want to cry over this again not in front of Landon. “I’m sorry” he repeated. Wishing he wasn’t trapped against the wall right now, because even with being caught by Roman neither one of them even budged. This would be where Khai would normally just say fuck it and through caution to the wind. But he had changed so much in such a short amount of time. He really didn’t even know what to do, or say. It was all on Landon now, the ball was in his court and Khai was ready to surrender.

LANDON Landon knew he was to blame for this because of things he said in the past. It’s not that he didn’t like Khai, it’s just that they were both in difficult situations and he wasn’t so sure getting together would help with that. His past relationships didn’t do much to change his mind and neither did Khai’s. And he was so tired of hurting people no matter what he did. But that’s just the thing, isn’t it? No matter what he decided, someone was going to get hurt, whether it was Roman, Khai or literally anyone else. He was constantly trying not to be selfish so as not to hurt others and it still ended up going to shit. Maybe it was time to forget about the rest of the world and focus on what he really wanted. The tequila only encouraged him and, deep down, he knew there would be a level of regret the next morning. Khai’s eyes were shining with tears and Landon just couldn’t take it anymore so, without much more thought, he leaned in and smashed their mouths together.

Khai. Khai waited for some type of response on how Landon told him not to kiss him. His eyes searching his friends for some type of relief that he just couldn’t seem to find. He could tell Landon was just as stuck and confused as he was, but he couldn’t tell how he really felt about it all. The alcohol definitely not making the situation any easier either. Khai placed his hand on Landons arm and he was about to try to make his get away. The silence was deafening and he could swear Landon could hear his heart pounding in his chest. But before he could even move Landon was smashing his lips into his and quite literally taking his breath away. He did not expect that, AT ALL. His grip tightened on his friends arm and he kissed him back passionately. The slow movements of how their lips submitted to one other’s only causing him to melt right into their kiss. It only took a moment before Khai’s free hand was gripping at the other males waist and pulling his body flush against his own. A soft hum passing from his lips and onto the others as his tongue slide along Landons lower lip. Desperately imploring entrance into his mouth.

LANDON Landon thought that Khai would be the one pushing him away this time. This was a bad idea and it was going to have serious consequences, of that he was sure. But he wasn’t pushed away. Instead, Khai pulled him even closer, under there was barely any space between them. It was an addicting feeling and Landon didn’t think he could stop even if he tried. He granted him access when it was asked for, moving his hands to take a hold of Khai’s hops, almost as a way of grounding himself. A part of himself couldn’t believe this was actually happening while another part was surprised it took this long.

Khai. There was a huge part of Khai that knew deep down that this was probably a very bad idea. He couldn’t stop himself though. He had wanted to kiss Landon like this for so long now and it was finally happening. He could barely even process it though. His head was still spinning from being seen by Roman and also from being taken so off guard by Landon. He didn’t think he would ever be able regain his focus. It wasn’t until Landon placed his hands on his hips, that he finally felt himself become more grounded. As if Landon was holding him down onto the earth and keeping him from floating off into blissful orbit. There was a soft moan that fell from his lips as it vibrating against Landons and his hands gripped at whatever parts of him that he could find. Deepening the kiss even more as he was granted access to explore the smallers mouth, and finally understanding what it would be like to kiss him until the world stopped spinning.

LANDON There were still so many things to talk about and Landon has no idea what this meant or what was going to happen. For now, he just wanted to enjoy the moment. He didn’t want to think about anything but Khai, standing right in front of him and kissing him like it was going to be the last time he got to do that. For the first time in a long time, Landon was doing what he wanted without thinking about anyone else but himself and it was liberating. Maybe later he would come to regret it and he will panic over doing something like this, even knowing that he was hurting others but for now, he just wanted to enjoy it. He moved one of his hands to Khai’s hair, running his fingers through it and pulling a few strands. It was everything he could have hoped for and more.

Khai. Kissing Landon made him feel all types of euphoric. Maybe that was partly due to the alcohol as well. But he was literally crumbling against the wall with need. He didn’t want this kiss to end, he just wanted to savor every second of it for as long as he could. His hand moving ever so naturally from the smallers arm to the side of his neck. His fingers clenching at Landons face as his thumb pressed firm against his Adam’s apple. He pulled back just slightly from the kiss as he felt Landons hand pulling at his hair and he brushed his lips against his. “I want you” he said boldly. His lips ghosting over Landons as he didn’t want to give him any opportunity to stop kissing him. His other hand sliding from the smallers hip to his ass as he pressed his groin seducingly into his.

LANDON It seemed like they were both reluctant to pull away, almost like they were scared that if they did some sort of spell would be broken and they would be reminded that there were other things they needed to deal with. Landon gasped at the feeling of the other’s groin being pressed against his and he nipped Khai’s lip, trying to keep himself from making anymore sounds. “Not here though.” It’s not that Landon was against anything a little public, his time with Loren more than a little proof of that. This was different. Roman walking in on them kissing was a clear reminder that anyone could see them right now and there were too many people they could hurt with that. It’s a risk they couldn’t afford to take.

Khai. It was becoming harder and harder for Khai to hold back. Especially when Landon nipped at his lips like that. The feeling causing him to lull his head back against the wall with a slight whimper. “No... not here” he agreed breathlessly against his lips. But where they would they go was the question. He definitely didn’t want to be seen by anyone else that could possibly cause a scene, but he also didn’t want to be away from Landon very long either. He was already becoming aroused by the way their groins rubbed together and he had always been known to be a bit impatient. “Where do you wanna go?” he finally asked between kisses. His hand sliding up the side of Landons neck to grab a fistful of his hair.

LANDON Now that was a good question and one which he didn’t really have an answer to. The only ‘room’ he’d really seen was the lobby since they didn’t get very far before they started drinking. Where could they even go where they wouldn’t run the risk of being interrupted? And it was getting a little hard to think with Khai kissing him and rubbing against him like that. The alcohol didn’t help. “Fuck, I don’t know. Somewhere private.” Wherever it was, they needed to leave now because Landon wasn’t going to hold back on doing anything more much longer if the other kept behaving this way. This was yet another reminder of his horny tequila could make him.

Khai. It really was too damn hard to concentrate on anything other than Landon right now. His patience was growing thin and he just needed to have his hands all over the other sooner rather than later. He pushed off the wall and grabbed Landons hand before leading him further into the building. He was almost positive that the bedrooms in Emily’s apartment would be taken, so he led him in the opposite direction. It wasn’t until he spotted the gym completely empty that he pulled Landon inside. “This will have to do” he said seductively. Pushing the door closed behind them and turning the lock to make sure no one could enter. He let his eyes scan over Landons body before licking his lips and giving him an alluring smile. “You’re so fucking delicious” he commented before grabbing his face and kissing him again. Walking the smaller backwards until he was able to push him down onto one of the workout machines.

LANDON Landon has never been in this apartment for pretty obvious reasons. Apart from the fact that he was pretty sure neither Emily or Jace would invite him, there was also the tiny detail that Loren also lived here. Khai would definitely know this place more than him so when he started leading him further into the place, Landon didn’t complain. Hopefully that meant he had somewhere in mind although he really wasn’t expecting to be led to the gym. “I’ve got to admit I’ve never hooked up in a gym before but I guess there’s a first time for everything”, he teased. He didn’t get much of a chance to say anything else before Khai was kissing him again and any thought of the unusual location went out the window. Landon let himself be pushed into the workout machine, pulling Khai right along with him. He dragged his hands over the other’s back until he reached the end of his shirt and started lifting it up slowly.

Khai. Khai was grinning like an idiot at Landons confession. Mostly because he had never hooked up in a gym either. It just seemed like the closest most relevant place at the moment. He wasn’t really thinking about location though, especially when his lips were back on Landons. God! He kissed like a pro when he wanted to. Each and every time their lips connected, Landon left him even more breathless than before. The asphyxiation only making him yearn for more. He broke the kiss once again as he let Landon pull up his shirt. Following in pursuit as he removed his as well. He placed his hands against Landons bare chest as their lips met again, and he let them slowly trail down to his abdomen. His fingers clumsily working on getting the others jeans undone as he bit and sucked at his lips. His arousal becoming more evident than ever as he rolled his tongue into Landons mouth. Letting his tongue bar scrape against the roof of his mouth with a soft moan.

LANDON The knowledge that no one was going to walk in on them again made him relax a little more. No more surprises and it was just them now. Landon couldn’t ask for anything more right now. He lifted his hips to help Khai get his jeans down and worked on his as well, making quick work of the button and zip. It wasn’t the most comfortable place ever as he had to be very careful of how he moved lest he drop off the machine but it was working. Once Khai’s jeans were out of the way he pressed against his hardness, giving it a few strokes over his underwear. Pulling back from the kiss he leaned in to whisper in the other’s ear. “You know how I’m always teasing that you can’t handle me? How about I show you?”

Khai. It seemed so effortless now that they were finally alone. Their bodies moving in perfect rhythm as they undressed one another and really took their time to enjoy it. Well, as much time as too eager, drunk, and horny men could. Once they were both left in only their briefs though the heat between them became almost unbearable. The strokes Landon was applying over his underwear only making it that much harder for Khai. Quite literally! His lips curved up into a slightly mischievous grin as Landon whispered into his ear and he breathed out with desire. The thought alone causing his cock to twitch with anticipation. “God!.... yes please” he breathed out heavily. His own hands moving to pull down Landons underwear before firmly wrapping his fingers around his length. “I just want to make you feel so good” he confessed. His eyes locking with Landons before dropping to his knees in front of him. What better way to lube him up than to give him a mind altering blow job right? He gave Landon a few slow yet intense strokes before bringing his cock to his lips. Letting his tongue piercing roll lightly around his tip before kitty licking at his precum. “Mmm... so delicious” he repeated his previous word before slapping his cock against his tongue. His eyes never leaving Landons expression as he finally took him completely to the back of his throat.

LANDON Khai didn’t even have to worry about that because Landon was feeling great. This was the culmination of months of dancing around each other and of him pretending there was nothing between them. How many times had he pushed the other back and said they couldn’t do that? And now here they were. It was almost surreal in a way. Watching Khai get down on his knees in front of him was a sight he didn’t think he would ever get used to and all his thoughts were focused on him. He gasped at the first feeling of the other’s lips around his cock but that quickly turned into a loud moan at the touch of the tongue piercing around his tip. That was definitely a new experience and one which he knew could get addicting pretty fast. Landon tangled his fingers in Khai’s hair, giving little tugs every time he took him in a certain way. As soon as the other took him in completely, he threw his head back with a loud moan, uncaring of who could hear them from outside. “Fuck.”

Khai. Khai was pretty sure he would wake up tomorrow and wonder if this was all just an amazing fucking dream. But, right now it didn’t matter. Dream or not, Khai was going to take full advantage of the situation. The moans coming from Landon as he tugged on his hair were so fucking sexy. Causing his own moans to send a gratifying vibrations against the others length. He bobbed his head up and down, continuing to stroke him where his hand fell short as he hallowed out his lips. Taking Landon even further down his throat with each manipulation of his mouth. He was pressing his tongue against Landons shaft as he looked up at him once more. His free hand moving to caress Landons balls as he slightly started to choke on his girth. Fucking hell, he was so damn sexy. He loved how loud he was getting for him, and it encouraged his own moans to mix right in with his. His cock throbbing with anticipation as he watched Landon revel with pleasure.

LANDON If the sight of Khai on his knees wasn’t hot enough, catching the other looking at him with Landon’s cock in his mouth definitely was. And it only got more intense when he started choking on his girth. God, that was so hot. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer if they kept going like this so Landon used the grip on the other’s hair to pull him back, even if it was the last thing he actually wanted to do. Seeing Khai’s swollen lips and the dazed look in his eyes was doing things to Landon and he quickly helped him get back up in order to get his underwear off as well. Wrapping his hand around the other’s cock, he gave it a few quick strikes, smirking at the reaction he was getting from Khai. “You look so hot like this.

Khai. Landon was getting real close to shooting his hot cum straight down Khai’s throat. He could tell by the way his cock was flexing in his mouth, and he was so ready for it. But Landon had other plans, tugging him back by his hair and causing him to whine greedily. He got back onto his feet with Landons help, and he gasped with desire as he freed him from the restrictions of his underwear. His cock avidly throbbing with need as Landon wrapped his hand around his length. “Fuck... baby” he moaned out with a a pathetic whimper. Tucking his swollen bottom lip between his teeth as he looked down at him with lust filled eyes. “No baby... you’re so hot” he breathed out heavily. Soft moans of pleasure passing through his lips as Landons fingers brushed teasingly against his piercing. “God, that feels so fucking good. But I just wanna feel you baby. Please” he practically begged. His hips thrusting forward a bit into Landons hand as he pleaded for more.

LANDON Months ago, Khai had teased him about his piercing, sending him photos of it. Back then, Landon never thought they would get to the point where he could see and feel it first hand and yet here they were. It filled him with a certain sense of accomplishment to know that he reduced Khai to begging but he loved it. He kept on stroking the other through it, increasing the speed and pressure and watching him writhe and moan. “You want to feel me? Tell me how love, I want to hear all about it.” Landon knew he was being a tease but he loved it and he couldn’t wait to hear Khai tell him all the ways in which he wanted him right now. It was so hot to watch.

Khai. There was no way in hell Khai could have ever prepared himself for this moment. The way Landon was teasing him was so fucking hot, yet also a bit infuriating. He moved his hands to firmly grip at Landons hair as his head lulled back with pleasure. His grip only tightening with each stroke the other inflicted as he yanked his head back to look up at him. “Yes... please” he whimpered again. His mouth gaping open with pleasure as his hips continued to thrust against his strokes. “I wanna feel you so deep inside me baby. Stretching me so perfectly to your every need.” His words were a bit muffled with breathy moans, as his body started to tremble with an aching need he couldn’t control. His body caving in to Landons touch as he smashed his lips into his. Letting him taste the desire that was burning relentlessly inside of him.

LANDON His scalp had always been one of the most sensitive spots in his body and so he was loving the feeling of Khai’s grip on his hair, making his whole body tingle with pleasure. Landon kissed him back just as heatedly before pulling back again. He knew he was probably getting on Khai’s nerves at this point but he needed to get some things from his wallet. Bending over, he found his jeans bundled up on the floor, getting his wallet out of the pocket. The packet of lube and condom were just were he left them all those weeks ago when he’d been hopeful before a night out. Back then he was disappointed that nothing happened but now he was glad as it meant he had just what he needed. Landon got up from the workout machine and pushed Khai on his back instead, intent on giving him exactly what he asked for. He tore the packet of lube with his teeth and got some on his fingers. Spreading Khai’s legs apart, he pushed his first finger into the other boy, rubbing his thigh soothingly with his other hand. “Is this what you want baby? My fingers inside of you?”

Khai. It was true that Khai wasn’t the most patient person, especially when it came to sex. But he did enjoy a good edging every now and then. It sent his body into overdrive, and if it hadn’t been for how long he had already waited for this to happen. He probably would have tipped gears and took matters into his own hands. There was just something so intimate about the way Landon was touching him, and how he was really taking his time with him. Even though he was teasing, it had Khai reveling in the palm of his hand. He watched as Landon reached for his pants and when he pulled out the lube and condom his pupils dialed with desire. His heart was racing with anticipation as Landon pushed him back onto the workout machine and spread his legs open. His mouth gaping open with pleasure as he pushed his finger inside of him and he reached out with his hand to clench onto his arm. God, could this man really be any sexier? “B-baby...” his breath hitched with fervor from the slight pressure, but he needed more. His fingers digging into Landons arm as he tried to pull his hand away. “I want you to fuck me, Landon. I wanna feel your cock throbbing inside of me.. please” he begged with a whimpering moan. His free hand reaching up to tug at his own hair. Feeling like he might go insane with need if he didn’t feel him inside of him soon

LANDON Landon didn’t want to hurt him so he was a little hesitant about pulling his fingers out so soon but he trusted Khai to let him know if he was uncomfortable. So he pulled his finger out and used the rest of the lube in the packet over his cock then he crawled over the other boy, leaving small kisses over his chest. He gently thrust his hips allowing his slackened cock to slide up and down Khai’s ass but making no attempt to enter the dark haired man. Pretty soon, his own need becomes too much and he lines himself up, pushing in with slow, steady pressure which causes him to moan in pleasure.

Khai. The one thing Landon probably didn’t know when it came to Khai, was that he was a bit of a pain enthusiast. He loved being rough and having pain inflicted onto him during sex. So when Landon pulled his finger from him, he let out a moan that could send chills right to your core. It was a good thing that Landon was crawling over him now. because with that sudden pleasure rush he was starting to get a bit feisty. His hand tightly clenching a fist full of Landons hair as his other moved to his ass. “Uhnnnn... Landon” he moaned with intense yearning as he slid his cock along his crack. His hips lifting eagerly to rub back against him as his finger dug into his ass cheek. “God... you drive me cra...” he couldn’t even finish his sentence before Landon was pushing into him. A pleasurable moan spilling from his lips as he finally felt Landon fill him up. His anus stretching around his girth so blissfully as he lifted his hips even more to take him deeper. “Fuck... yessss baby” he hissed through his clenched teeth. His hand drawing back to land a stinging slap on to the other males ass cheek. Hoping to encourage him not to take it easy.

LANDON Landon kept pushing until he was all the way in, tight heat engulfing him. The sensation was overwhelming almost making him feel like he could come at any second but he held back. It was still too early for that. It took all his control to hold still and allow Khai some time to adjust although it seemed like he didn’t even need it. At least that’s what he got from the other’s slap which had Landon narrowing his eyes and smirking down at Khai. He doesn’t need much more encouragement than that as he starts thrusting into the other boy, grip on his hips so tight that he was bound to leave bruises. Pulling back until just the tip of his cock is still inside then he slammed back inside him hard and fast.

Khai. God, Landon felt so damn good inside of him. He had craved for this moment for so long and now that it was finally happening, he felt like he could combust at any second. He raised his hips up to meet Landon as he pushed all the way into him and he rolled his ass against him. Soft moans passing through his parted lips as he gazed up at Landons smirking face. Their eyes connecting for only a moment before Khai’s were falling shut with pleasure. Goddamn, Landon was not playing around. It felt like each hard thrust he pushed into him was pounding the breath right out of his lungs. “Oh, fuccck... yes baby, don’t stop” he moaned with pleasure. Pulling Landons head down by his hair to get him closer to him as he leeched his lips to his neck. His moans vibrating vigorously against the wet trail of kisses and love bites he was leaving along his skin. “Uhnnnnn... shitttt. You feel so fucking good” he growled as he slammed his hips up to meet Landon thrust for thrust. His teeth scraping against Landons chin as he nipped fervently at his jawline.

LANDON They were both moaning so loud he was surprised no one else was hearing them, not that Landon would care if he did. The pleasure coursing through his veins, together with the alcohol made it pretty hard for him to care about anything other than this moment. In fact, the sounds Khai was making only sours him on to go harder as he continues his brutal pace. Landon knew the trail of bites the other was leaving on his neck were going to leave marks but that was something he could worry about later. He tilts his hips in his attempt to find that spot inside Khai that would have him seeing stars and smirks when the other’s back arches off the workout machine. Got it. He was getting close and doubted he could last much longer.

Khai. The way Landons grip was digging into his sides, and his thrusts were intensifying. Khai was sure he wouldn’t last much longer. He was in a constant state of pleasure mixed with pain, and once Landon hit that spot, he was done for. His back arching up off of the workout machine as his entire body started to tremble. “Fuckkk, Landon” he hissed with overwhelming pleasure as his hips jerked up into Landons thrusts. His hand moving from the others hair to wrap firmly around his neck. It was the only way Khai really knew how to keep a bit of control. His hand tightening around his lovers throat to cut his air supply only slightly as he kept pounding into his prostate. “I’m... I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop” he informed as he kept slamming right back up against Landons thrusts. His mouth dropping open inaudibly against his lovers cheek as he felt his release about to wash over him.

LANDON Landon tried his best to keep up the same steady rhythm, aiming for his prostate every time. He could tell that he was getting close and the hands wrapped around his neck weren’t helping but he really wanted Khai to come first. The only sounds you could hear were those of skin slapping against each other and moaning, both ignoring anything else going on around them. The focus was on each other and Landon loved it. “Need you to cum for me baby, I’m so close. You feel so fucking good around me”, he moaned. He teaches between them and wraps a hand around Khai’s cock, giving it a few strokes to try and get him to reach his orgasm first.

Khai. It was like a goddamn magic trick when Landon took hold of his cock. Stroking his orgasm right out of him as his hot cum shot all over both of their chests with a loud pitiful moan. His hips still jerking up against Landon sloppily as he worked on getting him to cum too. “Cum for me baby... I wanna feel you inside me” he encouraged through hard raspy breaths. Both of his hands moving to squeeze Landons ass as he pulled him impossibly deeper, grinding his ass against him with each thrust.

LANDON Landon continues to fuck Khai through his orgasm, his hand moving over the other’s cock until he is spent, sagging back onto the machine. “You look so beautiful when you cum”, he rasped, barely even able to talk through it. Landon was so close. He kept thrusting himself into Khai hard and fast, chasing his own orgasm, his hips stuttering and losing their rhythm as he kept getting closer. Thrusting in once, twice...then holds himself inside deep as he cums hard inside the other boy. He can feel Khai’s hands running up and down his ass as he rides out his orgasm with one long drawn out moan. “Fuck.” Landon collapses on top of Khai, nearly resting all his weight on him. They are both covered in sweat and cum but he can’t really bring himself to care.

Khai. Khai tried to smile when he heard what Landon had said. But with him relentless pounding into his sensitive anus, it was hard to focus on anything else. His body was literally shaking with pleasure against Landons as he felt him cum so deep inside of him. Letting out a lustful shakily moan as his lover pumped every last drop into him until he was collapsing on top of him. The weight of his body resting on his giving Khai a sense of intimacy he hadn’t really experienced very often at all. “Goddamn, babe” he breathed out with a love drunk chuckle. His arms moving to wrap around Landons body as he held him against him. “That was... so worth the wait” he chuckled again with a satisfied grin. His lips pressing to Landons sweaty forehead as he traced his fingers lazily up and down his spine.

LANDON Landon didn’t want to keep crushing Khai with his weight but he didn’t think he could move even if he tried. The strength given to him by the alcohol seemed to have left him together with his orgasm and now his whole body felt like jelly. It didn’t look like Khai minded the extra weight very much though judging by the way he wrapped his arms around his body and strokes his back with gentle touches. If he was a little more sober Landon would have probably blushed at the comment of it being worth the wait but, as it was, he just chuckled in amusement. After all, Khai wasn’t wrong. He really did make him wait a long time for this and yet...he never stopped waiting for it. That had to mean something, right? He moved his head enough to be able to leave a gentle kiss on Khai’s chest. Now that it was over, Landon wasn’t sure how he was ever going to get up from here. He literally felt boneless.

Khai. He definitely didn’t mind the added weight of Landons body laying on top of him. In fact, he wished he could just hold onto him like this all night. He sure waited for it long enough. But even if this had never happened between them. He would have still waited relentlessly. It felt so good to be close to him like this, and even though the room was still spinning, he felt content. Giddy, but definitely content. “You alright?” he asked with another soft chuckle. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as Landon kissed softly at his chest. “You’re not gonna make me carry you out of here now are you?” he mused, his tone light and filled with mirth. “Cause I’ll have you know, I’m rather accident prone while under the influence” he laughed.

LANDON Landon hummed in answer. He was alright. Actually, he was much better than alright. Khai’s question did get a laugh out of him though. “Why, are you offering?” Or at least he thought he was before the other admitted he was accident prone while drunk. He couldn’t keep himself from imagining them tumbling down the stairs as Khai is attempting to carry him down and he giggled. That would make for quite the sight and they definitely wouldn’t be able to keep away from prying eyes as they’ve been trying to do so far. Landon finally pulled out and rolled to the side while trying not to fall on his ass. “It’s fine, I’m sure I can walk on my own two feet to get out of here.”

Khai. Hearing Landons remark before he laughed caused Khai to smile from ear to ear. His head shaking in disbelief because he could almost imagine exactly what Landon was picturing. His thoughts were interrupted though as he pulled out of him and another soft grunt passed through his lips. Goddamn, he was still so sensitive. He took a couple of deep breaths as his smile reappraised and he turned his head to look at Landon beside him. “You sure about that?” he asked teasingly. Pushing Landon off the machine with a laugh before rolling off himself and landing on top of him. “You’re so wasted” he laughed, knowing damn well the other could say the same about him. His lips pressing to Landons as he kissed him softly, smiling idiotically against his mouth.

LANDON Landon was mentally celebrating managing to stay on the machine without falling when Khai pushed him off and he ended up on his ass anyways. “You little asshole”, he shrieked, hitting the other on his chest playfully. “I’m wasted?! You literally just pushed me and fell on top of me. You’re more wasted than me.” Somehow this was ending up into a competition of who was drunker and Landon found it hilarious. There was a little voice in his head telling him they were going to have to talk about it eventually but there’s no way they were going to do it right now, drunk off their ass.

Khai. It was only natural for Khai to fall right back into the rhythm of things, and being playful and flirty was just something they had always done. He was laughing way harder than he should have been though. They were both butt ass naked just laying on the floor in the middle of.... gym? He laughed again at the realization of where they were. “I’m soooo fucking wasted” he admitted, almost proudly. He hadn’t drank in weeks and this was the one night he gave himself to really go wild. Mostly for Landons sake, knowing he was forcing him to attend a party at his ex’s place. “That was one hell of a work out, eh?” he asked, grinning cheekily down at Landon who was laying beneath him. He knew they would have to talk about what they had just done eventually. But right now he was just living in the moment and basking in the after glow.

LANDON It seemed they were both finally realising just where they were. Landon couldn’t believe that after months of going around in circles, their first time together was in a gym. How romantic. “I think that’s the hardest I’ve worked out in a gym in all my life”, he laughed. Mostly because he couldn’t really remember the last time he went to the gym but that was neither here bore there. Landon sat up and looked down at Khai, running a hand through the other’s hair. “How about we get dressed and go back down to enjoy the rest of the party?”

Khai. He couldn’t help but laugh at Landons confession. He had gone to the gym quite a few times himself. But this was definitely the first time he had ever hooked up in one. “Well, you’re welcome” he winked playfully. “I’m free every Saturday and every other Friday” he teased. He hoped Landon knew he was just joking. Which he thought was quite evident himself seeing how the worst of his jokes always came out while inebriated. He smiled up at Landon again as he ran his hand through his hair and he instinctively grabbed his hand to bring it to his mouth for a kiss. “Okay baby” he nodded. Sitting up beside him to start grabbing his clothes. He wasn’t really looking forward to possibly bumping into Roman at the moment. But, if Landon wanted to party he would party. He just hoped that once they walked out of this room that it wouldn’t change the way they were feeling.

LANDON “Only Saturdays and Fridays? How disappointing “, he said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “I’m actually only available Wednesday’s and Thursday’s so I guess this is goodbye.” Landon got up and looked around for his clothes, which they had thrown about every which way. It was going to be a pain to get dressed and attempt to look like he hadn’t just had sex but he was going to try. He was still worried about bumping into Roman again or into someone who would be able to tell what they did and give them shit for it but Landon was determined to enjoy the party. No one knew what tomorrow would bring and all they could really do was enjoy the moment.

Khai. Khai scoffed at Landons remark and shook his head as well. A devilish grin pulling at his features as he watched the other search about for his clothes. He had his shirt back on but as for everything else he would have to get up himself. “Damn, and just when things were starting to get good too” he replied a bit delayed. He didn’t really want to think about it where things would go from here. But, he was feeling rather parched. Grabbing his underwear he got them back on before sitting back down onto the machine to get his pants on. Once he was fully dressed he ran his hand through his hair to push it back and then smiled over to Landon. “I could really use another drink. How about you?”

LANDON Landon managed to put on his underwear and his jeans but he couldn’t find his shirt anywhere. Finally he found it hanging from the treadmill and he picked it up with a chuckle before putting it on. His hair was probably a lost cause but he did try running a hand through it to try and get it under control. Whether he succeeded or not he wasn’t sure, but at least he tried. They probably had more than enough to drink already but the night was still young. “Sure, let’s go find another bottle of tequila”, he said, putting an arm around Khai’s waist and leading him out of the gym.

Khai. He was grinning at Landon like an idiot the entire time he watched him get dressed. His drunken eyes doing all they could to take in the sight of him like this. “More tequila?” he asked with a chuckle. Wrapping his arm around Landons waist as well as they walked out of the gym. His hand reaching up to mess a bit with a Landons hair as he smiled over at him. “There, perfect. You look amazing” he winked. If they didn’t look like they just had sex, they most definitely reeked of it.

#chats:discord #chats:landon #chats:event #event chats:unbothered #ft.landon #ft.roman #{landon davies;; the sweetest taste of sin}#tw::nsfw #.//posting to document their first hook up #//you're welcome xx

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kamino-ink · 6 years

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Human Canvas | Bang Chan

✧ Genre: Soulmate!au, fluff, wee angst

✧ Summary: You were six years old when you got an inkling of what kind of person your soulmate is; they would draw little doodles on their arms all day, and you would draw back. But as an adult, its as if you two are at war with each other, with them covering your right arm with tattoos and you occasionally painting on your left arm for the fun of it.

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Growing up as a child in the era of booming technological advances and rising platforms of social media, it was hard not to become a member of at least one standing media presence. In your case, you were a well-known star on Instagram, showing off your strange yet classical renditions of paintings on the canvases covered with colors - or, on other occasions, your left arm.

As a child you loved to experiment with colors and silly doodles, even if you didn't have the creative capacity to paint your own designs. Your mother would frequently have to force you to take baths so she could scrub the childish splashes of color off of your arm - however on one occasion, you had noticed a little sketch of what looked to be a sad excuse of a shark on your right arm. Here’s the thing, your right hand was the only one that could paint or draw, so you had zero clue as to how or why the shark got on there.

When you’d asked your mother about it, her lips had suddenly parted as wide as the sea. “Honey, quick - write something on your arm!” She had told you, her shaking fingers handing you a blue-ink pen she had been writing with just moments ago. You didn't question her, since you were still just a kid that listened dutifully to everything your parents told you to do, and wrote out the word ‘hello.’ on your left arm.

Within seconds you felt a strange sensation on your opposite arm; when you glanced over at it in confusion, you saw red ink being scribbled onto your bare skin to spell out ‘who are you?’

That same day, your mother had the “the talk” with you - in which she explained that every single person on Earth had someone they were essentially destined to be with; no one knew why or how it came to be, but the evidence was there.

Your mother recounted on how she found her soulmate, your father, in high school. Apparently her bond was one where she could write something down, anything, on any sort of material and it would appear on the closest object (albeit reasonable) within minutes by your father. It was somewhat similar to your bond with this other kid, except if you drew something on your skin, it would appear on the same part of his body in seconds.

The boy you were bonded with, Chan, was apparently ambidextrous but preferred writing with his left hand, which was why he never doodled on the same arm as you. Within months you two had made interesting splashes of colors, silly sketches, and much more on each other’s skin.

However, as you got older, this came to be a rather pressing issue; in one of your college classes, you had been in the midst of a serious presentation when the professor cleared his throat awkwardly to signal you to stop. You’d looked over to him in confusion, as well as your giggling classmates, only to glance down at your right arm now covered in some rather... inappropriate designs. Why did you have to wear short sleeves that day?

In retaliation, you casually asked Chan what classes he took at school and when he had them; clearly he mistook your questions as just plain old curiosity, because the next day during his history class you had decided to paint a mural of bright yellows and pinks onto his skin. He was stuck with the neon colors all day, as none of his friends would lend him a jacket or coat in favor of laughing their asses off at him.

From then on it was like an all out war - he would doodle obscurities on your arm and you would stain his some ugly combination of colors. Then, one day, you’d woken up to a fucking tattoo on your right arm.

You were tempted to rant about it in a caption on a post, but decided you were better than that. Instead you took out all of your frustrations on painting your left arm with a plethora of delightful blues and yellows, creating a sort of rendition to the piece Starry Night by Van Gogh.

You snapped a picture of your artwork, feeling quite proud of yourself, and posted it on your Instagram page, it being only one of the many other art pieces you had on your page. In minutes the comments had been flooded with mostly positive remarks and a few mindful critiques, not that you minded; feedback was feedback, and all of it would hopefully further your progress as an aspiring artist.

Still, you knew that you needed to find Chan before he put even more tattoos on your body; you were a person who kind of needed to be presented as classy, and that meant no tattoos on your skin - sure you found it ridiculous, but you also didn't mind the pay you got from your job at the hospital.

“Y/N - is that, is that a tattoo?”

“For the love of - zip it, Minho!” You hiss at your amused yet stunned coworker, a fellow nurse by the name of Lee Minho. Both of you had gone through the basic stages of medical school together, and now you both happened to be some of the best nurses the hospital had seen in ages; so naturally, the two of you were rather close. “I didn't choose to have it, okay? That stupid soulmate of mine got it a few weeks ago.” You explain softly under your breath so passing doctors and nurses couldn't hear you.

Minho lets out a small noise of understanding, though his lips are still pulled into an amused smirk. “I see, I see. But why don't you just let it be seen, it's actually really cool.”

You sigh at his question, knowing he was just curious as to why you didn't want to show it off or anything. It wasn't like tattoos weren't allowed, per say, but you knew that it came off as more professional if the ink wasn't visible, no matter how cool it looked on your arm. “It’s just more professional this way, Minho. Don't get me wrong, I think the design is really interesting and beautiful, but now I have to wear long sleeves even though its hot as hell in here.”

“Fair point. So, you don't know where this Chan guys lives, or what his full name is?” The nurse asks, waving to a senior doctor that passes by you with a clipboard in hand.

“Nope.” You reply simply.

“Then why not ask him? All you need to do is write it somewhere on your arm, right?” He presses on, the curiosity eating him alive as to why you hadn't just asked your soulmate who exactly he was and where he lived so you two could actually meet each other.

You blink at him, once, twice, and then once more. “You... have a point,” you admit to the man, who is now smirking all too victoriously at you, “but - whenever I asked for his name all those years ago, he said that his nickname was Chan. I’m guessing he doesn’t like his real name or isn’t ready to find me yet.”

Minho whines at your explanation, his fingers going to the that had ridden up to expose the ink, tugging it down for you. “It wouldn’t hurt to ask now, right? I mean, you’re both adults now. There’s no way that he doesn’t want to meet you yet.”

You shrug softly to yourself, subconsciously tracing over the part of the sleeve that was covering the tattoo. While you had been ready to finally meet your soulmate, you had an odd hunch that Chan just wasn't ready, and you were afraid to accidently pressure him into it so soon.

“I’ll think about it.”

About a week later you finally decided that you really needed to find Chan, because he had gotten yet another tattoo on his arm - now along with the stunning rose covered in dark thorns just under your shoulder, there was a shorter cluster of thorny stems; it seemed like he was working towards getting a full sleeve.

It's not like you disliked the tattoos - in fact, you were amazed that you didn’t have to go through the pain or process of spending the money on the beautiful designs. You just wanted to lay out a few ground rules - like, nothing on the face... what, tons of people got face tattoos these days, you had a right to be worried about what else the guy wanted on his - and your - skin.

You’d been in the middle of scrolling through your feed, a french fry lazily resting between your lips as you nibbled on the salty snack, your eyes trained on the bright screen of your phone. Suddenly you stopped mid chew, eyes widening at what had caught your attention.

It was the same exact tattoo inked onto your right arm, except the stems had been extended towards the wrist where they wrapped around the skin to look like roots, and there were falling, wilting rose petals drifting down the sketch. Within seconds you had clicked on the suggested account’s username, waiting anxiously as it redirected you to an account run by what appeared to be a tattoo parlor. If you were right about the sleeve being an original design, then that meant there was a big possibility Chan had gotten his ink done at this particular parlor.

Furthering your investigation and completely abandoning the fries next to you, you click on the linked website in the parlor’s description, praying it wasn’t too far away.

Oh my god, you thought to yourself in a mixture of pure shock and growing excitement, staring at the directions from the map that had popped up when you allowed it to use your location, its only three miles away!

Not caring that you were still wearing loose sweatpants covered in cat hair along with a baggy, very wrinkled shirt, you literally jumped out of bed to run and slip a pair of shoes on, swinging your door open and shutting it quickly. You stared down at your phone as you hopped into your car, activating the GPS as you began your drive to the tattoo parlor.

The entire drive you felt like you were either going to puke or cry - maybe both. After all this time, after all those years of communicating through scribbles of messily written words on your skin, along with the silly drawings, you might actually be able to meet Chan... your soulmate.

When you arrived it was just another hour before it closed for the night, so you could only hope that someone working there would recognize the tattoo on your arm and be able to tell you who else got it recently. You quickly locked your car, nearly dropping your keys you were so jittery, and walked into the parlor. At the front desk there was a man with dyed blonde hair and darker brown roots, and the second you walked in he had glanced up at you with a warm, welcoming smile.

“H-hi,” you breathe out after a second of silence, still trying to catch your breath from rushing out of your house so fast, “um, weird question, but has anyone else gotten a tattoo like this recently?” You ask the receptionist, turning and lifting your sleeve so the entire piece was visible.

The man lets out a small hum, looking up at you from the desk curiously. “Our main tattoo artist designed that himself a while ago, he’s been working up to a full sleeve since about... four weeks ago, maybe?”

“Is - is his name Chan, by chance?”

“That’s his sort of nickname around here, yeah. His actual name is Chris. Are you... a friend of his?” He asks you, chuckling softly at your disheveled head of hair and red cheeks. Clearly you had been in a rush.

You shake your head at first, but remember that you are the guy’s soulmate, and technically you have known each other since you were kids - in a sense. “Is he here, right now?”

The receptionist nods again, jerking his head to a door behind the desk. “Yeah, he’s alone cleaning up right now. Go ahead.”

You send him a thankful smile, nearly stumbling into the corner of his desk as you walk slowly towards the door that is acting as the only barrier between yourself and your soulmate. Your mind is screaming at you to walk away out of sheer fear, but your heart is pounding so hard in your chest that you ignore any other thoughts racking your brain - and you walk inside.

Holy shit he’s gorgeous. Is the first thing that pops inside your head when your eyes land on the man, his right arm dotting the same tattoo on yours, his hair a pretty sort of silver color. The man raised an eyebrow at you, then glanced down at your arm as you quite literally held it out towards him.

“Um... what am I looking at?” Chan hesitates on his words, glancing back up at you in confusion. Your eyebrows furrow in wonder; was he seriously choosing now of all times to play around?

“We have the same tattoo, Chan - it’s me, Y/N!” You insist after an awkward pause, only to recoil in shock as his eyes narrow into a glare.

“Alright sweetheart, you’ve gotta be high as shit right now because I don’t see one dot of ink on that damn arm.” The artist retorts lowly, as if he was offended by your rash outburst. “I don’t believe you - Y/N would have to have my design on her arm, and you don’t.”

Your lips part in hurt, and a bit of... pride? Here Chan was, standing right before you with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring down at you because he thought you were some random chick claiming to be his soulmate.

Then it hit you.

“Um - you know what - never mind, I guess I got confused.” You apologize to the man. “Actually I came in to get a - a tattoo. I completely forgot to make an appointment, so I can come back tomorrow or-”

“Just lay down and tell me what you want, I could care less about an appointment right now. No one else is scheduled to come in.” Chan instructs and you listen, going to lie down on the leather chair. You were nuts - here you were, getting your first real tattoo just to try and prove that you were his soulmate. Were there easier ways to do so? Obviously, but the adrenaline pumping through your veins mixed with the loss of any rational thought had skewed any other possible plans to convince Chan of your identity.

“Can I get... three birds on the back of my shoulder?” You blurt out suddenly, knowing that it was a simple tattoo. Chan hums at your choice, telling you to lift your shirt off so he can prep your skin. He tells you that he has a design like that and shows it to you for approval, and you of course nod in agreement and wait for him to get everything ready.

The next thirty minutes go by as a blur, with Chan inking your left shoulder with tiny black birds and tiny details of wind and feathers. Once he’s done patching it up, you tap his arm to catch his attention.

“Can you um... look at your shoulder?” You ask him, your cheeks heating up when he snorts at you in disbelief. You’re not sure if he’s just trying to flatter you, since to him you were some weirdo who’d popped into his tattoo parlor out of nowhere for no real rhyme or reason; but he does as you suggest, walking over to a mirror hung onto the wall. He dips the hem of his shirt downward and tilts his head to see - nothing.

There wasn’t a trio of black birds on his skin.

“Holy shit - you really are Y/N, aren't you?”

You glance up at the baffled man in bewilderment, wondering how he had figured it own even though your tattoo hadn’t showed up on his shoulder.

“Didn't you... didn't you see the birds?” He questions you quickly, only to furrow his eyebrows when you shake your head slowly. “Wait - maybe, maybe we can’t see what we’ve done to the other person’s body - I’ve heard of it before, in cases like this-” The silver haired man starts to speak a mile a minute, taking short steps towards you with each rushed word that escaped his lips.

“Sometimes, when soulmates are close to each other in terms of distance, the bond acts on its own and can make a sort of - barrier, I guess? Here, look at your wrist.” He says after he’s grabbed a stray pen from his cluttered counter, doing a quick doodle on his own wrist. You flatter him, looking down to see a cute little smiley face staring back up at you - then you glance to his wrist, seeing the same exact doodle in black ink.

“You can see it, right?” You nod, too shocked to speak. You had finally found him, your actual soulmate.

Chan lets the pen drop to the floor and wraps his arms around your body tightly, pulling you into his chest.

“You found me, Y/N.”

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A/N - thanks, I hate it! :)

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laueana · 5 years

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okay so bullet point outtakes about my bff’s bachelorette party on saturday!!!

her friends from the crossfit gym she goes to threw the party and mostly everyone there was from the gym (lots of super nice looking buff ladies!!!!!!!)

it was a super friendly, nice, fun group of people. around 15-20 ppl total

i brought stuff for margaritas and was making them for people. multiple girls were like “you’re really good at that, are you a bartender?” and i would reply “no, i just drink a lot” lmaooo

was chatting with this gorgeous girl with amazing thighs + arms but i couldn’t tell if she was flirting w/me when asking for my phone number when inquiring about my friend + mine’s housecleaning rates. i am too dumb and unsocialized 2 kno these things

the stripper was running late and i was making another margarita for someone and she was like “we should just start tipping you”

beforehand my friend had asked me to keep an eye on her and make sure ppl didn’t make her do too many shots and i did try to!!! but everyone was constantly chanting “SHOT! SHOT! SHOT!” i kept trying to intercept them and set them to the side or pour them into my drink but she still ended up doing 7 shots ooops

my friend had a BLAST! she is the life of the party. i had a really good time too even tho i’m generally not very social (booze + the nice ppl helped)

when the stripper got there we all went WILD. we had our singles ready and we were ready 2 party

as the bride to be, my friend got the first dance, it was awesome. then a second chair was set up opposite the first and everyone else could take a turn. at one point the stripper had his hips in one girl’s lap and his face in the other loooool. the three gay guys who were there got some attention too, lovin’ for everybody 12/10

at one point, one of the shots the stripper was taking out of someone’s mouth got spilled on the floor and when i got up to get towels to clean it up, he slapped my ass ahahahhaa

i got my turn too ;) he said to me “sorry i’m all sweaty” and i was like “it’s okay you can dry yourself off on me” 🙈🙈🙈

i’m usually very [hissing cat noises] whenever any man so much as flirts with me but this was obviously just for entertainment/not serious so i was okay with the stripper touching me (booze helped) also he would like warn you ahead of time what he was gonna do so you were comfortable

he danced for about an hour, we all tipped him very well

after he was changed back into civilian clothes, he made plans to accompany us to a bar downtown. everybody was gettin down on the dance floor

apparently i was dancing too nasty with the stripper and we both got removed from the establishment!!!! ooopssss!!! i got let back in tho when i explained this was my first time out and i was with the bachelorette party + my bag was still inside. poor stripper tho, i never got a pic with him :(

i think we spent like 3 hours at the bar. i danced a lot with everybody + i kept trying to get everyone to drink water and stay hydrated

when i noticed my friend was so drunk she forgot how to speak english i decided it was time to go home and got a lyft for the two of us + her future sister in law

when we got to my friend’s place she had no key!!! we had to call her fiancé looool. once i knew he was getting a ride home + i had given my friend more water + aspirin i had my sister come pick me up

all in all an excellent night

i literally had bruises from the stripper bc i bruise so easily loooool

sadly i had a family reunion 2 attend the next day

#shut up frig #near life experience

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starscreamloki · 6 years

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Bittersweet

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Imagine/summary: This fic is a combination of an imagine Loki, and an ask on Veliseraptor’s blog and the answer. So, imagine Loki replacing all the coffee in the Stark Tower with decaf and then swapping it with espresso after a couple of months, and what if Loki downs half a pot if Vanaheim espresso? Even the God of Lies makes mistakes sometimes.

Warnings: None, just fluff and a hyperactive God.

Words: 3783

A/N: Yeah, this story might seem a little bit old, but I really enjoyed writing it! Thanks to the Anon who put in the ask at @veliseraptor‘s blog, thanks to @veliseraptor self and @theotherodinson for the headcanons. Also thanks for @imagine-loki for putting up the imagine. Headcanons are not mine, I just wrote more letters around them!

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At had been a couple of weeks since Loki had taken up residence in the Avengers Tower. It hadn’t been a pleasant stay because the Avengers kept picking on him, and more than once had he considered to leave, no matter what the repercussions might be. On the other hand did he have way to much fun with annoying the Avengers as they had to put up with his mischievous pranks as well, but the fact remained that Loki only pulled off tricks and made sure no harm would befall them, but the Avengers didn’t play by that rule, and Loki had been hurt more than once.

In the end he never had had the heart to actually walk out of the compound because Tony way to often threatened with the device that could render him paralyzed, not able to do anything against the violent electrical shocks that would travel through his veins.

Loki shuddered. Clint had gotten his hands on the device once and had used on Loki just to get back at him for brainwashing him. It had been Thor who had eventually freed him from the shocks of the device.

Little did Clint knew, and the Archer still wasn’t aware of the fact that Loki had been manipulated himself to act in the way he had done a year ago. Maybe someone hadn’t explained it to him yet, but it was more likely Barton just wanted his sweet revenge and choose to ignore the fact.

But Loki could handle it and ever gracious he let them pester him, partly amused at their actions, partly not caring, but most of all biding his time for his revenge.

Loki smiled. The Avengers had been on edge for the last couple of days because Loki hadn’t done anything mischievous for a whole week and they constantly eyed him warily when they were around him. And thus Loki put on smirking, faked smiles whenever one of them was keeping an eye on him, acting all innocent and sweet.

Of course Loki wouldn’t go a whole week without pulling of some mischief, but this time he had set up something for the long term and he just had to be patient even though he often itched to kill each and every one of them.

He had noticed that each Avenger greatly depended on coffee, whether it be morning, during the day or the evening. They downed the liquid like their life depended on it. Loki hadn’t tried it yet and eventually he had thought it would be for the better not to try it either. He had done some research on the black stuff and learned about the cafeïne and the existence of decaf!

One night he had snuck around the tower and replaced the coffee of every machine with decaf coffee. He wasn’t as stupid to leave behind any traces and had swapped the normal beans in each package with decaf as well.

The first couple of days had been hilarious. Even Thor, who also was addicted to the brown liquid by now, had fallen prey to Loki’s trick and Loki was very amused at seeing them walk around like zombies, not able to focus or stop yawning.

It had been a dangerous situation as well, because they weren’t their normal selves and if there would be an attack of some sorts, Loki was pretty sure they might have gotten themselves in peril. Luckily no such thing had happened and Loki enjoyed the quiet time he had, for they were all too tired to bother with his presence and they left him be.

After a couple of days the Avengers were turning back to their normal selves again, and with that, their occasional snippy or hurtful remark at the God of Lies. Loki didn’t care, or at least pretended not to care, and just let them push him around.

His time would come.

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After a couple of weeks biding his time, one night Loki found himself snooping around the tower again, messing with the coffee machines again. This time he replaced all the decaf with espresso and a sly smile played around his lips.

Tomorrow would be so much fun!

Morning came and the Avengers moved to the kitchen for their breakfast and coffee. Loki sat on the sofa, smirking from behind his book, trying not to draw too much attention to himself but actually feeling quite giddy at what was about to come.

The Avengers downed their coffee, some of them looking at the contents of their cup with a weird face. “Does this taste different to you?” Bruce asked to no-one in particular. Nobody answered for they were still to drowsy and Bruce just shrugged, downing the rest and pouring another.

It took some time before the cafeïne had kicked in, but when it did, Loki had a very hard time keeping his poker face, biting his lip not to burst out in laughing.

Bruce and Tony were wound up in a conversation about some science project, talking so fast it was almost inhuman and Loki had to strain his hearing to keep up with the conversation. But both of them were on edge, trying to trump the other with their ideas, which started to border on ideas that maybe they shouldn’t execute because they were downright bad, to Loki actually fearing for the welfare of the realm. And considering the fact that he had set an army loose on Earth, one could only imagine how utterly dangerous the ideas from the two scientists were!

Thor on the other hand did have a somewhat similar reaction, also trying to be the alpha-male, but in his own way. Claiming to be ‘the almighty God of Thunder’ - which of course he is - he started to summon dark clouds, rain, and said thunder right there in the tower, the clouds whirling around him in a entrancing dance. When Thor started to display the Thunder even more, sending it across the room in loud cracks and almost frying the book in Loki’s hands and destroying multiple items and furniture, Tony had had enough, had suited up, and kicked Thor out of the tower so he could ‘play’ outside with his dark clouds.

Thor’s actions had effected Bruce and the Hulk had been scratching the surface to get out, but Tony really didn’t want his tower buried in ruin and had achieved to calm Bruce down by rapidly talking about their project again, keeping the green monster at bay.

Loki let out a sigh of relief at that because he wasn’t very fond of the beast. They had more than once threatened to set it loose on him if he wouldn’t stop… Well, whatever it was he was doing wrong in their eyes, which pretty much contained living and breathing all together.

Steve just literally bounded of the walls, using the room and furniture as his training ground leaping from couch to chair and somersaulting through the air. In one particular somersault Steve jumped over Loki, Steve’s hair brushing the top of Loki’s forehead while upside down in his leap. It was at this point that Loki started to doubt his trick a little bit. Steve bounded towards Tony and Bruce who were still wrapped up in a heated discussion which started to contain a lot of vile words. “Language-language-LANGUAGE,” Steve bellowed as he passed them, jumped on the counter and crouched there like a cat.

Suddenly the door burst open and Clint rolled in, his bow set and an arrow trailing towards the God of Mischief which he barely caught before it hit him in the shoulder. Quickly Loki disposed of the arrow, anticipating it might explode, but it didn't.

Threateningly Clint stalked towards Loki, murder in his eyes while summing up all that Loki had ruined for him when he was enthralled. By now Loki had put his book away and got up from his spot on the sofa, trying to make himself as tall and threatening as he could. Something in the back of his mind said that Barton would not back down and that he was out with intent to hurt Loki. Loki only smiled at the archer, warily eyeing the bow and its arrow that was aimed for Loki’s eyes.

Bruce and Tony had stopped their conversation to watch the situation unfold, and even Steve looked curious at the events.

Before Loki or Clint could do something, Natasha jumped between them, telling Clint to put away the arrow and back off.

Loki raised an eyebrow, baffled by the fact that she would put herself between them because she absolutely held no love for the Trickster, yet her she was putting herself in harm's way. ‘Move, Romanoff,’ Clint hissed, “so I can put an arrow through his skull and see if he still lives to tell after that!”

Natasha was unfazed by Bartons threat and sped forward, shoving the bow out of harm’s way (and setting the arrow of which ended up in the ceiling), and with a few quick blows she had Barton on his knees. It had all been to quick for Barton who was still stuck in a cafeïne-haze and hadn’t been able to focus on the Black Widow and her quick moves. He swore vigilantly which was immediately followed by a Steve bellowing “language”.

“I think I’ll take my leave now,” Loki stated calmly and trying not to sound threatening. As he went for the door, eyeing Clint warily, he saw the counter. Loki only counted five used cups and his head snapped up to meet Natasha’s eyes. A grin formed on her face and Loki realised he hadn’t seen the Black Widow down her morning coffee.

She knew!

***

Loki hadn’t taken his leave but merily made himself invisible to further observe. And even though he had felt the threat, he still snickered at their actions as they bounded of the wall.

When all dust was finally settled, and everybody except Natasha was crashed down on the chairs and sofas in the living room, Loki revealed himself and casually walked back into the living room. A stupid smirk formed on his face as he saw the deprived faces from the Avengers. Loki picked up his book, which miraculously still was on the table and unmarred, and took of to his chambers.

While he lay on his bed he still snickered at the thought of the Avengers bouncing of the walls. It had been a dangerous situation, for him as well considering Barton who actually had wanted to kill him, but it also had been fun and he would definitely do it again.

No, not again, that would be boring but he could definitely up the game. If only he could get his hands on some coffee from Vanaheim…

***

It had taken a couple of months, but luck had been with Loki for he had been to Asgard with Thor. The exact reason for their travel had not been shared with Loki, but he was pretty sure it had to do something with his behaviour. He didn’t mind though and upon his visit he had snuck into the kitchen of Asgard and managed to get the cook to give him coffee from Vanaheim.

Upon his return Loki had carefully planned his action. In the first couple of weeks all of the Avengers had been warily around the coffee machines, checking and making sure that there hadn’t been tempered with their precious liquid, but eventually everything went back to normal - as far as that would ever go - and they had downed their guard.

Loki still acted out of spite, simply because sometimes he was so utterly done with their behaviour of messing with him but he couldn’t in the least say his hands were clean, because more than once Loki still antagonized them all and especially Clint had suffered Loki’s wrath in the first couple of weeks after the first coffee-incident.

It was early in the morning and everybody was still asleep except Loki who once more snuck around the Tower. With a smirk on his face Loki replaced the regular coffee with the Vanaheim version. He was just about done when the coffee machine in the kitchen turned on and started to brew the brown liquid. It was one of Stark’s little inventions, making sure the coffee was ready in the morning so the first person who got up didn’t need to turn on the machine but could just grab a cup.

Loki watched with some fascination as the machine made some vibrating noises and the liquid started to drip in the can. He really did not understand what everyone on this Godforsaken realm found so appealing about this stuff and he wrinkled his nose at the smell of it. Loki rather had a decent cup of tea.

He was curious however. What made it so appealing? Why did everyone need it so badly to function? But most important, what did it actually taste like?

He thought back at what had happened with the Avengers and still smirked at the thought of them bounding of the walls, and he really shouldn’t, but he was just so curious. And was it harmful to try? Sure this Vanaheim stuff was stronger than that compared to the Midgardian stuff, but how much would it affect him? He was a God after all, and the God of Mischief on top of that!

Loki was torn between the options, but in the end his arrogance and his curiosity got the better of him and he poured himself a cup, sipping it’s contents.

It didn’t taste awful but he wasn’t sure he liked it very much either. After he had downed the first cup he waited for a couple of minutes, but nothing seemed to happen. He didn’t feel different in any way and something must have been off. Maybe this stuff from Vanaheim was not as strong as he thought it would be, and thus he poured himself another cup and downed that as well.

Still nothing. Another cup.

Loki shrugged. Maybe it wouldn’t affect him, and he really didn’t like the taste anyway, so he forfeited his attempt at understanding this stuff. He walked to the sofa and flopped down on it, picked up his book and started to read.

After fifteen minutes Loki felt his fingers tingle and the words on his book didn’t seem to come through anymore. He looked at his fingers and played with the magic that swirled around it, giggling softly at the traces it left in the air. Suddenly he felt the urge pace around the room, and thus he got up and did so, his thoughts going rapidly.

Maybe the coffee had worked. It was such a weird thing. Other things were weird as well. Like what? Oh right, the magic around my fingers!

Loki paced through the room, intently watching at his magic which couldn’t seem to focus and just bounded of his hand in any way he pleased.

Magic, yes! Didn’t the mortals find magic difficult to understand? Why? It was just so easy! If you’d just-

At that moment Tony walked into the room, a worn expression on his face, as he saw the God of Mischief pacing around the room, green magic radiating from his entire being and lazidly trailer after him. Tony stopped dead in his tracks, raised an eyebrow and just gaped at Loki.

A little uncertain Tony spoke, not sure what had gotten into him. “Reindeer Games, what are you doing?”

When Loki noticed Tony he reacted with a delighted glee and a stupid grin on his face. “I-understand-it-now,” Loki said, the words tumbling out of his mouth. Before Tony was well aware Loki was in front of his nose and babbling to him about God knew what and Tony’s mouth just dropped open farther. A little bit scared Tony took a few steps back until he was standing in front of the doorframe, and Loki just kept walking with him, still talking like the devil was on his tail.

Just when Tony wanted to take another step back someone from behind bumped against him. Before either one of them could make a snippy remark Loki gleefully exclaimed “Thor!” and started rambling at the God of Thunder.

With a snap Thor was pulled out of his drowsy state of sleepiness and looked at his brother. Loki’s eyes were wide open, the green magic surrounding him giving him an eerie look and Loki was shivering. “Brother, what has gotten into you?” Thor asked concerned.

“I-can-finally-see-it-now. All-the-patterns-and-how-it-is-linked-together! It-” Loki started to speak so fast that Thor had problems following what Loki was saying and his eyes grew wider at the oddness with which his brother was behaving.

“Uh-oh,” Thor heard Tony mutter from the kitchen and Thor stealed a looked at him, seeing the coffeepot Tony was holding aloft. Within two strides Thor was near Tony, getting a furious scorn from Loki about being rude to walk away when someone was having a conversation with you. But Loki’s thoughts went so rapidly he quickly forgot about Thor’s rude behavior and he just stared out in front of him, still shivering, no, vibrating, his eyes wide and his magic swirling around him like a whirlwind.

Thor picked up the can of coffee and smelled at its contents, even carefully taking a sip, not bother to pour it in a mug first. “This is not from Earth,” he stated. Tony mumbled some vile words under his breath which immediately followed by the all to known snappy remark from Steve who entered the room.

Without second thoughts Tony grabbed the can from Thor and dumped its contents into the sink and asked JARVIS what had happened. JARVIS told what had transpired and Loki angrily looked around trying to find the source that was JARVIS while calling him a traitor and a coward for not showing himself.

Thor walked out of the room leaving Tony and Steve with the God of Lies. They carefully tried to approach him, trying to calm him down, but when they did, Loki lashed out with his magic and they kept their distance, not willing to antagonize the God any further.

Eventually Bruce, Natasha and Clint appeared as well, baffled at Loki’s state who was talking to himself now, drawing things in the air with his magic. Clint laughed at seeing Loki in this state and suddenly Barton had Loki’s undivided attention drawn to him, murder in his green eyes. Within two strides Loki was in front of Barton, grabbed him by the collar and hoisted him in the air and snarled at him.

“Brother!” Thor screamed from the door opening in which he stood. Loki’s head snapped his way, a bewildered look in his eyes. “Put. Him. Down.” Thor threatened and stalked towards Loki. A soft ‘uh-oh’ came from Tony who was reluctantly anticipating that the two Gods would tear down his tower.

Loki didn’t let go of Barton and Thor had to pry the Archer from his strong grip. As Loki got angrier the magic swirling around him started to expand and even sizzle. Tony mumbled something about suiting up which resulted in an angry glare from Loki, his eyes fixing on Stark and making Tony well aware he would be next one who had to be pried from Loki’s deadly grip. Before things got any worse Thor ordered everyone to leave the room.

Trusting the God of Thunder, everyone did as they were told.

Thor walked to the kitchen and put on the water boiler and set down the stuff he had went out to get. Loki’s behaviour had turned around completely, from the anger and intended murder just seconds ago, to happily chidding away again about every thought that coursed through his brain. It was also at this point that Loki started talking in multiple languages at once in one sentence, and Thor had just forfeited listening to him at all.

The water boiler was done and Thor continued what he was set out to make while more magic swirled around Loki. It was then that he started to whimper and shiver even more, skittishly looking around from the corners of his eyes. Loki could feel his heart rapidly beating in his chest, his blood pumping through his veins as never before giving him an odd sensation of feeling too warm but not able to shake it off.

Suddenly he was behind Thor breathing down his neck, fidgeting with Thor’s clothes while trying to see what he was doing. Thor wondered if Loki was even remotely aware of his behaviour but one look in his brothers eyes told him he probably wasn’t.

The door opened and Steve walked in, startling Loki who seemed a little bit too jumpy for his normal way of acting. Steve moved through the room. “Just here to get my…” he eyed Loki warily who made a sudden move by stepping behind Thor, “...things…”

Loki’s eyes stood wild while he looked at the Captain over the shoulder of his brother. “Is he having an anxiety attack?” Steve whispered. Thor shrugged and his sudden movement made Loki jump.

Not wanting to see how this would play out, or being the next victim of the God of Lies, Steve hurried out of the room with his equipment and closed the door with a bang. Loki bared his teeth at the door, almost hissing like a snake.

“I made you some tea,” Thor spoke soothingly. “It’s mother’s calming herbal tea. Please drink it.”

Loki eyed the glass and its contents warily. Still not having shaken his snake-like behaviour he hissed at it. Then he figured he might as well turn into one and slithered across the floor, green scales gleaming and still surrounded by a swirl of magic.

Thor sighed. This was going to be a long day!

***

Loki lay on the couch, a splitting headache eating away at his skull. He couldn’t remember much about what had transpired except for some bits and pieces.

Natasha opened the fridge and an eyebrow crept up towards her hairline. “Loki, why is your book in the fridge?”

Loki moaned, he couldn’t remember he had put it there. This had been a bad idea and he wouldn’t ever touch coffee again.

***

It had been weeks and everyone was still on edge after this whole endeavour.

The Avengers had decided to install new machines that didn’t grant access to anyone but JARVIS who controlled the order of the right coffee beans, and their refills.

It had been, however, the last time any of them had bullied the God of Lies.

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crewoftheintrepid · 5 years

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Verfall in unserem Blut

Seren was curled in the captain's chair, bored out of her mind. She was stuck in the ship with Aydin for this mission, the rest of the crew were down in the market with Aydin feeding them information to get to an arms dealer’s stash house. Seren would go down later to actually break into said stash house after they had enough information on it.

A small crash caught her attention, and it sounded like it came from the docking area.

“Hey, I think I heard something.”

Aydin turned around in the chair he was set up in, pausing to listen. She could hear better than him, not like Atalante can of course but still better than him. “It could be one of the temp crew, but if you’re worried go check it out.”

“Fine, I will.” She picked herself out of the chair, grabbing the knife from her jacket still draped across the back of the chair.

“Take a com so if something is wrong you can call me.” He called as he turned back to the collection of maps and data he had been working on as she waved him off. It couldn’t be too bad, and there was a communication system rigged throughout the ship if she needed to call him.

She passed a few of the crew that while permanent weren’t apart of the team, a few of the temp crew as well. Until she got to the docking bay, it seemed to be mostly empty until she spotted a person knocked out on the floor. She must have heard them fall.

Seren knelt beside the person helping them up. “Hey, are you okay?”

The person looked up at her dazed. It seemed to be one of the mechanics they hired to help Carisa out. He was a grizzled man, with a rather unkempt beard and cold grey eyes that kinda freaked her out if she was honest.

“Sorry about that, missy. Must have tripped over a wrench or something.” He smiled cheerfully at her, “You must have some fine ears to hear from up in the cabin.”

“They work well enough.”

She was too focused on the cut on the man's head to notice a woman slinking towards them from behind a box that sat in the bay. She heard the steps too late and a needle was driven into her neck, the liquid inside burning as it flowed into her veins.

-Line-

Aydin looked to the door to the deck, Seren should back by now. He shouldn’t be worried about Seren, she had taken a weapon with her and- he looked over to see that she hadn’t taken a com with her since none were missing.

The others were just waiting now so he could take a break and check the security system to see if she was okay. He flipped through the feed, not finding her anywhere, which was concerning in and of itself.

The door opened behind him, and feeling something was off and he grabbed a gun from the drawer beside him. It was admittedly small, an antique revolver from the 21st century that Kael had gotten him years ago.

He turned to the door aiming for the person in the doorway.

“Careful now,” Her voice was silken and could have been calm if not for the fact that she was holding Seren by the arm, the grip elevating the blond enough for him to see her face, the young woman was on the ground blood dripping down her chin. The older woman was well built, tall and graceful in a deadly way that reminded him of Atalante on her most dangerous days. “Wouldn’t want to kill the only one who can save her.”

He was sure that Errapel could fix whatever was wrong with Seren, but he would need to get her back on the ship for that. Seren gave a shuttering cough, more blood leaking from her mouth with the sound.

“What do you want?”

The older woman smiled and it sent chills down his spine. She unnerved him in a way he wasn't used too, through that might have something to do with his daughter possibly dying in her clutches. She looked small on the floor, almost lifeless.

“Easy Mr.Tilki. Come with me and when we get to where we need to be, I’ll give her the antidote.”

He pulled back the hammer on the revolver, he trusted that Errapel could save her.

“Or I can just open her throat here, either one can be done.”

He lowered the revolver before tossing it away.

“What a good choice!” She said with fake cheer. She pulled Seren fully upright even as the blond was visibly weak.

“Let me carry her.”

A cruel laugh was his answer as the dark-haired woman dragged her down the halls to the small ship they had for when a group went planetside while the main ship stayed in orbit. He wished they had done that this time. The woman cruelly threw Seren onto the floor of the ship, beside the pilot's chair. On his way in, he hit a panic button on the status pad, it was silent to them but he knew it would sound on Kael and Atalante’s handheld comms.

They wouldn’t be able to stop the small ship leaving but it would give them more time than if they simply came back to them gone.

“You might want to watch your friend, make sure she doesn’t drown in her blood. It’d be a pity if she dies before we can get there.”

He pulled Seren to him, blood still leaking down her chin. He unbuttoned his shirt rolling it up to place it under her head, hoping to give her some comfort. The ship was cold made worse by the fact that he was just in his undershirt now. He gently started to smooth her hair n a gester of comfort.

-Line-

If he had to hear Talbot bitch about being bored one more time he was going to throw the pilot off the damn roof. Seren’s fondness for him be damned, plus it’s not a long drop he’d be bruised but not broken.

“I told you that you could go with Red and Dormouse to get medical supplies. You said you wanted to help us case out the warehouse. “

“I didn’t realize it would literally be us sitting on a roof while March goes in as a cat.”

“Don’t let her hear you call her that.” Carisa teased.

His and Atalante’s handhelds went off, a shrill sound that could have gotten the Noctis caught had she had it. It was the panic button in the Intrepid.

“Go get the others, I’m going to get March out of there, we’ll meet you in the ship.”

The woman met him outside in her second form, she must have heard the ring from inside. Those fucking ears were ridiculous.

She mewled at him, “The others took the car, so we’ll take the bike.” He opened the bag he had with him. She wouldn't have clothes when she turned back and it would be less eye-catching for him to have a ’cat’ in his bag than a naked woman on the bike.

She wrinkled her nose but leaped in. “Sorry ‘Lante.” He took off, roaring down the back roads to the forest that held the ship in hiding.

The docking bay was open and the grass had been disturbed, evidence that a ship had taken off.

Atalante jumped out of the bag rushing into the ship, he himself not far behind. He came onto his team in the empty bay, blood on the floor and a syringe there as well.

Atalante sniffed at the syringe before hissing, smelling at the blood next. Her hackles raising, the blood belongs to one of their own. She traced the trail as Errapel picked up the syringe, “I’ll go analyze this and see what it is.”

He followed Atalante to the deck of the ship tail ridged and ears flat back against her head, she had turned back to her primary form and had Seren’s coat in her hands, tightly gripping the signature item, the wing embroidered on one side bright in the light.

“It’s her’s.”

The blood. He looked to see another small puddle, across from it the revolver he had gifted to Aydin. He took off his own coat draping it over the Noctis.

Someone had taken them, had come into their home and kidnapped his child and oldest friend.

“I’ll rip them apart,” Atalante growled.

He could only agree with her as he pulled up the video feeds. Starting at the time that the alert had sounded. He saw Sereen being dragged, limp, into the smaller ship with Aydin following behind, they watched backward as the events unfolded, once the woman even looked directly into a camera. Cocky fucker. Finally, they reached the start and found the mechanic that had lured and distracted Seren, and had more than likely had let the kidnapper on board.

“Zir, get your ass up here and run this image through every database you can find, I don't care if you have to hack into anything just get me a name.” He called over the speaker system in the ship before storming off to check if Errapel got anything.

“ ‘Lante? Clothes!” he called over his shoulder as he left.

-Line-

Aydin held Seren to his side the room they were in was suspiciously nice. Seren was almost dead cold against him and it was increasingly worrying him.

The woman from the ship came in a small bag under her arm. He recognized the man that walked in behind her. Alyen Nevil, a consistent thorn in their side. He seemed to keep showing up whenever things went wrong.

So the woman worked for Alyen. “As promised.” She picked up Seren’s arm rolling up the sleeve of her shirt, drawing blood finally moving on to administer what he hoped, god damn he hoped, was an antidote.

“Give it ten minutes and she’ll mostly recover. She’ll be weak but she won't die.” The woman put her arm down but didn’t leave merely standing beside the opulent chair across from the couch.

He jolted away from fingers that reached for his chin, “You are rather handsome.” Alyen smiled reaching next for Seren, no way was Aydin going to let that pass. He grabbed the man’s hand before it made contact.

“Don’t touch her.”

“She is a beauty, reminds me of a girl stolen from my ownership four years ago,” The man continued as if Aydin hadn’t said anything.

This man, this monster, had been in control of Seren’s contract when they saved her from the mines. “You’ll both fetch a great price at auction unless Kael can rescue you in time.”

The way Alyen said Kael’s name, wrapped around it with hate and perversion, with the familiarity of lovers but the venom of a man excited to torment him made Aydin want to tear the man's tongue out.

“Ifig.”

The woman opened the case and set a canister down which released a nauseously sweet smell, he heard a lock activate and the last bit off sentence as his consciousness slipped away.

“Keres will get them ready, you finished the drug?”

-line-

It had taken one positive I.D., a favor call-in to Ewing and two days to find the mansion that Alyen was hiding out in.

He walked in alone the others scattered around the mansion's grounds, a red-haired, man greeted him at the door.

“We’ve been waiting for you.” He was searched for weapons, patted down before the man smiled. “Follow me, please.”

He was lead down the hall into what looked like a brothel, giving him an uneasy feeling. He’d seen a fair amount of brothels, and brothel auction houses. He knew that Alyen ran slave brothels. This didn’t bode well.

Kael saw a screen, an advertisement for auction, and it made his blood boil.

An unknown man and woman surrounded Aydin, one against his back one on his lap, who was dressed down in tight pants, his hair down and messy in a way Aydin would hate. They were caressing the man, who was flushed, a familiar sight that Kael still held in his mind from when they shared a bed. While Aydin would move away it was like he couldn’t bring himself to break away as the women's nail scraped down his chest and the man’s hands slipped into his pants.

The redhead tried to pull Kael away but he refused to budge.

“Now, now you mustn’t be late.” The man whispered into his ear, too close for his comfort.

They passed booths with people in various states of undress, a stage for the eventual auction. When they came to a curtained section the shadow letting him see that there were three people behind it. The redhead opened the curtain, he walked to the edge of the round bed, the redhead passed him to stand by Aleyn.

If the screen set his blood on fire what he saw made his heart stop, made him freeze. Aydin still wasn’t wearing a shirt, the button on his pants was undone and they wear hanging low on his hips. There were silver bands on his arms and one around his neck. Aleyn was just finishing devouring the man’s mouth.

He ran a hand up Seren’s back, she was more dressed than Aydin or at least more covered, lace and silk wrapped around her body, hiding only the most private parts, the rest of her body on display, her hair was done in curls with gold and jewels decorating the rest of her body. She arched up against Aleyn as he pulled her into a filthy kiss, nearly pulling the woman into his lap. Running his hand up her back. He broke the kiss guiding her down to lay on her back.

Neither of them looked like they were truly present in the moment. Aydin looked less out of it than Seren did.

“Ah, Kael.” Aleyn had the nerve to smile like they were old friends.

“I was testing the new merchandise. Both the new ‘aphrodisiac’” Fucker even used air quotes, “And the two test subjects. Though this one-” He pet Seren’s hair in a mock paternal fashion, “isn’t new. After all, I’ve had her contract in my possession for ten years so I’m within my right to just keep her as my personal… attendant.” He ran one of his hands up Seren’s chest, while the other hand traced down Aydin’s back each hand stopping in clearly possive, in Aydin’s case the small of his back, or deadly in Seren’s case a hand around her neck, which she disturbingly arched into.

“Maybe I’ll keep them both, you have fantastic tastes in near-human forms.”

He had the urge to lunge forward to tear him apart, both for his actions and what the other was implying but was stopped by Aleyn holding Seren’s knife to Aydin’s neck.

“I’m joking, of course, I already have someone to warm my bed. But I knew taking these two would bring you to me. I wanted to meet you, see you outside of your role as captain of that pathetic crew you keep.”

Zir and Carisa needed to hurry up with those explosives.

“Oh, one last thing.” He stood up pushing Seren onto Aydin who seems to have recovered enough of himself to pull her into a hold shielding her body with his. “Your family is still looking for you, though this time it's for your head on a platter.”

He caressed Kael’s face the touch making his skin crawl. “Call off your crew and I’ll let you leave with these two.”

“Give me Seren’s contract.” He demanded.

“You’ll have to buy it from me, buy her from me, this is me letting you … borrow the girl, now leave now or I’ll sell your whole crew. The android’s part will go for a pretty penny, the Noctis I could sell back to the Lumar group.”

“Guys, lets pack it up, I’ll need help getting these two back to the ship.” He relayed as he shoved passed Aleyn, picking up Seren, “Aydin, can you walk?”

“Maybe,” His voice was rough with disuse, at least Kael hoped it was only from disuse. “ ‘Lante here?”

“Your crew is at the entrance. Keres will help you to the door.”

Kael knew this was far from over. He would end the other man. But for now, Seren and Aydin need medical attention or at least a place to let whatever Aleyn gave them to work its way through their system.

His crew, his real family, being safe is what mattered now. He could destroy the other man once that was done.

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jaeminlore · 7 years

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tease » junhui

the prompt: seventeen scenario with harry potter au and jun, where you think he likes minghao and are trying to set the two up but he's actually trying to find ways to ask you to the yule ball without being rejected 😂 (an oblivious hufflepuff) thank you! words: 2606 category: fluff author note: this prompt is everything and i can totally see this happening,,, um also i made jun a bit of a flirt in this bc that's just how i feel this scenario would go

- Essentially, Wen Junhui was your best friend. He was handsome; perhaps the handsomest boy in Hogwarts, at least by your standards. He was a Hufflepuff, and took pride in the fact that his loyalty and patience prevailed through all his other traits. He was a chaser for his quidditch team, and he worked hard day and night to help his house win every game. He loved jokes, especially stupid ones that could make you roll on the floor holding your stomach from the absolute dorkiness that was his humor. He had been with you since your first year — his second — and you may have fallen in love with him along the way. Despite all of this, Jun was firstly your best friend. As his best friend, it was your job to put his happiness before yours. Although it broke your heart quite a bit, you knew that you would support Jun no matter what. If he happened to have a crush on Xu Minghao, then you were going to help get them together.

Jun loved everybody, and throughout your entire friendship, neither of you had really discussed sexuality. It wasn't a big deal to either of you, you supposed. That, or maybe Jun thought you knew already. You weren't sure how you could've. Jun hung out with boys from each different house, and when the entire group was together, they seemed very attached to each other. They had a strong and loving friendship, but sometimes you weren't sure if that's all it was. Of course it wasn't your job to make assumptions, so you had always let it go. Other than this, there was no concrete evidence that Jun liked boys. Recently, in Jun's seventh year and your sixth, a new student had come along. Minghao was an exchange student from another wizarding school, although you had forgotten which one. All you really knew about him were the things Jun told you. Minghao was your age, he was born in China like Jun, he loved going to the beach, and he was a Slytherin like you. Jun's eyes lit up whenever Minghao was around, and the smile on his face when he talked about the younger boy told you more than his words did. You were positive Jun had a crush on Minghao. As his best friend, it was up to you — despite your own feelings — to help Jun ask out his crush. Which is what you were doing right now. "Are you taking anyone to the Yule Ball this year?" Jun stopped chewing on his dinner, and gave you a wide-eyed look from across the table. "Did Minghao say anything?" Yes! you wanted to cheer for yourself. Jun had basically just admitted that he had already talked to Minghao about it. You shook Jun's forearm, not noticing the bright blush blooming on his cheeks, "A best friend just knows, Junbug."

- "She knows," Jun moaned, falling on his back against the Hogwarts courtyard. "She knows I like her and now she's teasing me because she doesn't like me back." Minghao averted his eyes from across the way, where a kid had just gotten bitten by a fanged frisbee. He chuckled, "If she's teasing you, she probably likes you." Jun rolled his eyes at the Slytherin. "It wasn't like her usual teasing, though. It was like she knew something I didn't." "Maybe she does." "You're literally no help at all. I thought since the two of you were in the same house you would have some advice," Jun muttered under his breath, his eyes trained on Minghao's amused smile. "I should've gone to Seungcheol." "But since Gryffindors have quidditch practice, you're stuck with me, your best friend." Jun matched Minghao's smirk with one of his own. "Unfortunately." As soon as Jun uttered the words, he felt a presence behind him. He turned and watched you sit down, waving politely at Minghao. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." "No," Jun said quickly, afraid you might have overheard their conversation. "Nothing at all." "Well I was just going to let you know that I'll be shopping with the girls tomorrow for dresses, so you'll be alone." "That's alright," Jun said quietly, although he wished to be there with you. The thought of you wearing a pretty dress just urged him to do it, and ask you out. If you were to go with someone else, it would shatter what little hope he had. Of course, he wouldn't want to take you against your will if you didn't like him back. Still, he couldn't help but picture you in a beautiful gown, taking his hand and smiling as he led you out to the ballroom floor. Your eyes would be shining, staring only at him as he confessed how he had admired and loved you since fourth year. Then the two of you would become an item, and he would show you off to everyone as his girlfriend, the only one for him, the — "Jun?" Your hand waving rapidly in front of his face jolted him from his thoughts. With a blush, he turned to you, "What? I said it was alright. I'll just hang out with Minghao." "Great!" you clapped your hands together in glee. "Then you guys can go out while I get my stuff. I'll have to ask someone too," your lips formed into somewhat of a pout. "The person I wanted to take is taking someone else." Jun opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't find the words. His tongue felt like it weighed ten pounds and couldn't be lifted. He hadn't been your first choice (apparently), but he wasn't even your second? Did you not think of him in that way? Have you never thought of him in that way? He set his jaw. There was still time to get you to accept. All he had to do was show you that he could be date material. He had to get you to like him in what little time he had left. You wanted to tease him? Fine. As far as Jun was concerned, two could play at that game. As you walked away, Jun turned to his friend, "Minghao, go get your coat. We're going to Hogsmeade." -

You stepped out in front of the mirror in an emerald gown, grinning at your reflection in the mirror. Your friends had not come out of their dressing rooms yet, which left you to twirl around in front of the mirror. "Wow..." Jun's presence startled you as his reflection appeared in the mirror. You had been admiring your back, so you turned yourself around to look at him. "Jun? I thought you were out with Minghao?" "I was," he smiled, "but I wanted to come see how the dress shopping was going." His eyes trailed down your figure, and his next words nearly caught in his throat. "You look beautiful, Y/n." Your face heated up. "Thanks, Jun. That means a lot to me." "It does, huh?" Jun asked. He walked slowly towards you and without warning, tilted your face towards him, his fingers under your chin. "Why is that, love?" Jun's eyes looked like melted pools of copper. You watched tentatively as they searched your face, ultimately landing on your lips. "Cat got your tongue?" Just like that, with a smirk and a wave of his hand, Jun began to walk away. "I've got to catch up with Minghao. See you later, Y/n!" You couldn't do anything but stare at the place where Jun had just stood. What was that? Jun was always a bit flirty, sure, but never with you. It was always with his friends, to see how embarrassed they could get. It was always with girls, to get them flustered and giggly. You narrowed your eyes. What was he playing at? - The Slytherin common room was always a bit too cold for your liking. Luckily, Minghao had no qualms when it came to sharing his jacket, so he gladly handed it to you as the two of you walked towards the Great Hall. "Thanks, Hao. I feel like I never lose the chill that common room gives me." "Minghao! Y/n!" Jun shouted from the end of the hall, reaching the two of you in a few long strides. The light in his eyes faded when he noticed the coat strewn over your shoulders. "Is that Minghao's?" You found yourself grinning despite yourself. "In fact it is. Why?" You wondered if Jun was jealous that you had Minghao's jacket, when Minghao was clearly Jun's crush. "Take it off," Jun whined, pulling his own jacket off of his shoulders. "Wear mine instead." You accepted his jacket with a grin, "Well if it means that much to you, Junbug." Leaning on your tiptoes, you gave what you hoped he would consider an apology kiss on the cheek. Then you handed Jun Minghao's jacket, finding the tight-lipped look of jealousy rather cute for the taller boy's face. When you were well out of earshot, Jun leaned down and hissed at Minghao, "Did you see that? She's taunting me! Good grief, I had no idea Y/n had it in her." Minghao chuckled. "Why don't you just ask her to the ball and figure out if her feelings are real or not?" "No," Jun said stubbornly. "She's playing a mind game with me, and I'm not losing." Minghao watched him walk away, a perplexed smile on his face. "Idiots." -

You and Jun had managed to get away for the evening, out near the Black Lake to relax before the hustle and bustle of Yule Ball and holiday exams. The fresh grass felt cool between your fingers as you leaned back. Your legs were stretched out in front of you, one thigh under the light weight of your books and the other under the heavy weight Jun's head. You were pretty sure he was asleep, due to the soft snores emitting from his mouth a the small pile of drool that was beginning to permeate the cotton of your skirt. You absentmindedly ran your fingers through his dark hair, appreciating the time you could spend with him. It was bittersweet, really. You assumed Jun would start officially dating Minghao after the Yule Ball. Given that, you had maybe two weeks until Jun wasn't exclusively yours anymore. As happy as you were that Jun might be ready to express himself and love who he wants, a very selfish part of you still wished you could have him all to yourself. Jun's laughter shocked you out of your thoughts. "Look, Y/n, I drooled on you." He wiped the drool away with a short chuckle. "Anyway, what are you doing for Yule Ball?" You pursed your lips. No one had asked you, and you weren't too keen on going with a friend. "I suppose I'm going stag." Jun's bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly, and he brushed his bangs out of his eyes before looking at you. "Hmm... I'll probably go with Minghao. Although, that might look weird. What do you think? Should I take someone else?" You looked down at your friend, laying cutely on his stomach with his chin in his hands. "I think you should go with whoever you what." Jun bit his lip and looked down, choosing to distract himself with a loose thread on the hem of your skirt. "I'm afraid of being rejected." "I doubt you could be rejected, Jun. But do whatever you think is best." Jun nodded, his Adam's apple bopping as he turned to rest his head back on your lap, "I'll just go with Minghao then." - You spun around in the hall mirror, tugging at your dress in in an effort to look more presentable. Your hair was done up nicely, portraying your off-the-shoulder dress. The emerald color wrapped around your body nicely, showing off your curves. Whenever you walked, the skirt would flounce up your legs, giving anyone looking a closer peek at your skin. Only one person was looking. "Hey, 'Y/n. You look beautiful, as always." You spun around, a cheerful smile on your face. "Thanks, Junbug. You don't look too shabby either." Jun gave you a genuine smile and eyed his shoes. "I'm glad you think so. Do you want to dance maybe?" "Of course," you accepted his hand, allowing him to pull you onto the ballroom floor. An enchanted orchestra was playing some slow jazz tune. The music put you in an excited mood, and you giggled as you twirled Jun around. Without thinking, you pulled yourself closer to him and wrapped your arms across his shoulders, resting your chin in the crook of his neck. Jun's hands trailed down your spine, leaving fiery tingles behind your skin. Finally, he rested his hands on your waist in a firm grip, pulling you flush against him.

"Where's Minghao?" you asked. "Why?" Jun hummed teasingly. "Do you like him?" "No," you laughed, "but I know you do." Jun stopped in the middle of the floor, his hands loosening their grip. He ducked his head to catch your eyes, "What did you say?" You blinked innocently. "I won't tell anyone if you aren't ready, but I'm here to let you know I support you." Jun let out an incredulous laugh. "Wow. You think I'm gay?" You shrugged. "I guess. I think you like Minghao, no matter what sexuality you are." Jun bit his lip to try and keep from laughing, but he couldn't contain himself. Instead of making a scene, Jun grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the hall, down one of the corridors. Once the two of you were alone, Jun let go of your hand and braced his hands on his thighs, letting out a wheezing laugh. "I can't believe you thought I was gay! For Minghao of all people!" You shuffled you feet awkwardly. "Am I wrong? Are you more of a Wonwoo guy?" Jun laughed gleefully before standing up straight and grabbing your hips. He pulled you close to him and smiled, leaning down and bumping his nose against yours. "You couldn't tell? You haven't noticed that I've liked you since fourth year?" Suddenly, it felt hard to breathe. Jun's face was far too close to your liking, and the smile on his face was absolutely taunting as he leaned in closer. "All this time I've been so frustrated because I thought you kept teasing me on purpose with friendly kisses and touches. This whole time I've been trying to get the courage to ask you out without you rejecting me, and you thought I was going after Minghao?" Your eyes zeroed in on Jun's lips and you shrugged cluelessly, "I have evidence. It really looked like you liked him. Remember that time you didn't want me to wear his jacket?" "Yeah, because I wanted you to wear mine," Jun corrected. "And the only reason I went with Minghao to this ball is because I thought you didn't want me to take you." You chuckled. "I guess we were both a bit clueless, weren't we?" "Yeah..." Jun trailed off, his lips a mere centimeter away from yours. Suddenly, he smiled and pulled back. "Wait here for me, okay?" He darted off, and you shouted after him, "Where are you going?" Jun turned back with a mischievous grin, "I'm going to tell the boys what you thought. They're going to get a huge laugh out of it." "Jun! They'll never let me live that down!" The hufflepuff turned around with a gleeful smile. "I know." »the end«

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Tell Me It'll All Be Fine

I hadn’t seen my darker half all day, which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, as he did like going out on his own from time to time. Those days were blessings to me, since I tended to get more work done when his annoying ass was out pestering someone else. But even though I never caught sight of him, I could still feel him around me. Comes from being a part of me, I guess. I don’t think that concept will ever stop being weird.

I didn’t hear him until I was getting in bed after a long day of recording. Even though the sound was muffled, I would recognize it anywhere. Despite my body aching for the sweet relief of a good night’s sleep in my warm bed, I knew it would have to wait. Bracing myself for what I knew was coming, my feet tiredly shuffled their way over to the closet on the other side of the room, the sound becoming more clear the closer I got. Taking a deep breath, I reached my hand out and grasped the knob in my hand, giving it a slow turn and opening the door as gently as I could so as not to surprise him.

Natemare was sat on the floor of the closet, his arms wrapped tightly around his bent legs and face buried in his knees, shoulders shaking hard with each harsh sob that escaped. A slight tilt of the head allowed him to peak up at me, and I could see that his eyes were nearly completely black from the inky colored tears that ran down his pale face. I always found it strange that whenever Natemare cried, his tears were black, which seemed to leave a permanent stripe underneath each of his eyes that ran down to his jaw. It kinda gave him raccoon-like rings around his eyes as well. He peered up at me for a few seconds, then pressed his face back into his knees. Unfortunately, this was a sight I had become much too familiar with. Even more unfortunate was the fact that I still didn’t know how to comfort him. The only thing I can think of is to carefully lower myself to the floor and just sit there, legs criss-crossed.

Let me explain what I’m talking about: Natemare’s been with me for well over a year now, almost two, and I’ve long since grown used to his, how shall I say…quirky behavior. To put it bluntly, he’s an aggravating SOB who takes joy in finding ways to piss me off and scare the living daylights out of the general public. Don’t get me wrong, he’s not actually into the whole I-hate-humanity-let’s-destroy-everyone shtick that the other dark sides are into, but he does like to cause trouble. The thing is, I don’t think he always understands that what he’s doing could be considered bad; like when I explained to him once that trying to seduce women into being with him by hypnotizing them with his sexy siren voice (his words, not mine) was bad, he was legitimately confused, and even after I told him why, he still didn’t seem to fully understand. It became clear to me that his mind worked so much differently than mine, despite him being born from me.

For the most part he’s fine, well, fine for him anyway, but every so often he has what I have simply dubbed as bad days, and really bad days.

On bad days he’ll curl up on my sofa in the living room with a blanket thrown over his head, never saying a word. I made the mistake once of trying to get him to move so that I could play Kingdom Hearts II, and he hissed at me! That little bastard actually hissed at me! I remember saying, rather loudly, “If I wanted a cat I would have gotten one! Now move!”. Natemare’s response was to growl and shove his head under the blanket, back childishly turned to me. I just threw my hands up in exasperation and took the Playstation into my bedroom to play. The next day he would be back to normal, acting like nothing happened.

From then on I just left him alone. He didn’t explain what made him go into these fits, and though I was really curious, I respected his decision. Honestly, I don’t think even he knows why sometimes. I did decide to ask him one day why he chose to lay on the couch instead of somewhere more private, and I shit you not, the hellion turned a hilarious shade of red as he muttered, “So that I can still hear you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I replied, “Why? You think I’m going to sneak up on you or something?”

Natemare rolled his eyes at me and bit back in a haughty tone, “Like you could ever sneak up on me.”

When he didn’t elaborate, I raised my eyebrow and looked at him in an expectant manner. Huffing, he finally replied, “Because listening to you walking around and doing stuff makes me feel a little better, okay?! Now drop it or I’ll rearrange your music sheets again!”

And drop it I did. It took me forever to get my music back in order from the last time he got his hands on them. The subject was never brought up again, but I still found myself thinking about it from time to time.

Those days were easy to handle. What weren’t, were the really bad days.

The first time it happened I can truthfully say that I was scared…no, terrified. Not for myself, but for him. It occurred about three months after we met, and we were still getting used to each other. Just like today, I hadn’t seen Natemare at all during the day, but I knew he was still in the house. I searched high and low for him with no results. Figuring that he was just trying to avoid me for whatever reason, I didn’t fret over it and went about with my day. It wasn’t until later that night that I finally found him, and in the one place I hadn’t bothered to check.

The only times Natemare ever went into my bedroom were in the mornings to wake me up. Or steal my clothes. For reference, I am not a morning person, and his “methods” leave a lot to be desired. He’s basically like a cat, in that he will literally jump onto my bed and sit on me until I give in and get up. That’s a whole ‘nother story in itself.

So when I stepped into my room, feeling exhausted but pretty accomplished, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard this loud, heart wrenching cry come from the direction of my closet. My first thought was that some crazy person had broken into my house and hidden themselves in my closet to kill me later. Hey, you would have thought the same thing! Just as I was quietly backing out of the room, getting ready to haul ass and call the police, the crying started to sound familiar. Why did it sound so familiar? And then it hit me: it sounded just like me!

“Natemare?” I called out.

Whether he chose to ignore me or simply didn’t hear me, I don’t know, but I didn’t get a response. The way he was crying I was afraid that he had badly hurt himself, or that someone else had. All the exhaustion I had been feeling was replaced with adrenaline; I hurried over to the closet and yanked the door open. Natemare snapped his head up and scooted further back, and I took a step back myself. His eyes were completely black, and his tears looked like an ink pen had busted open on his face. He was breathing so hard it made his body shake. I quickly did a once over and couldn’t find anything physically wrong, so why was he crying like this?

“Natemare, what is it? What’s wrong?” I asked, my tone panicked.

He just sobbed, shook his head, and pressed his face back into his knees. I was at a complete loss as to what to do. His loud, pain filled cries were tearing at my heart, but how does one comfort a creature like him? Would he even want comfort? Natemare may not be evil, but he’s hella strong, and could probably tear me apart like I was nothing more than tissue paper, which made me hesitant to touch him. Instead I crouched in front of him and tried to keep my voice under control.

“Natemare, did something happen? Talk to me, buddy.”

A shake of the head was all I got.

“Look, I know we haven’t known each other very long, but I promise that you can trust me. Whatever you say, I won’t tell anyone,” I said gently.

Still nothing. What could I do? I had no idea on how to help, and even if he was a major pain in the behind, I hated seeing him so broken. I decided to ask one more thing.

“Do you want me to leave?”

His sobbing stopped for a moment, which I guess meant that he was thinking about it. Just as I thought for sure that he was finally going to scream at me to go away, he shook his head, taking me by surprise.

“Okay, I won’t leave. I’ll just…sit down.”

And that’s what I did the whole night. At some point I fell asleep against the door frame, and when I woke up, I was back in bed. I knew Natemare must have put me there, but I didn’t bring it up. When I saw him again a little while later, he looked better than he had, except that the stripes under his eyes (which were thankfully back to normal) were more prominent now. I needed to talk to him, try to get him to explain just what the hell happened last night.

Walking over to the couch that he was laying on with my hands stuffed in my pockets, I said, “Hey.”

Turning his head up to look at me, he replied, “Hey.”

“How, uh, how you feelin’?”

“Fine.”

I nodded. “Good, good.”

Silence.

Can we say awkward?

I totally had no clue on how to even begin asking what happened. Thankfully, he seemed to sense what I was trying, and failing miserably, to do.

Sighing deeply, he looked down at the floor and said, “Look dude, I don’t wanna talk about it, okay?” He turned his eyes back to me. “It’s just something that happens every once in a while. I’m fine the next day, so don’t worry about it.”

I gave him an incredulous stare and said, “Don’t worry about it? Man, you scared the crap out of me last night! I am worried, a lot!”

“Well, don’t be. Just….” He let out a tired sounding sigh. “Just leave it alone. Okay? Please?”

Pretty sure I must have looked like a fish with the way my mouth kept opening and closing, trying to find something to say. Finally I just said, “Yeah, okay.”

Because what else could I do? I felt so useless.

There was a look of relief as he turned his attention back to the TV. More incidents like that were to follow: sometimes I would find him in the basement, sometimes under the bed or under my computer desk, really any place that was dark. But for the most part he hid in my bedroom closet. I didn’t always sit with him, he did want to be alone at times. The next day he would be pretty lethargic (I mean, who wouldn’t after crying most of the night?), yet still managed to find ways to annoy me. I couldn’t tell if it was to keep up the appearance that he was “fine” or not.

Fast forward to now. Nothing’s changed: I’m still sitting on my ass, listening to Natemare cry his heart out and feeling just as useless. It astonished me that such a dark creature like Natemare could feel emotions outside of rage and violence, and so strongly. It was breaking my heart not being able to help.

Then again, maybe now I could. He knows me now, knows that he can trust me. I don’t want to be useless anymore!

Alright, Nate, time to put on your big boy boxers and take a chance!

I uncross my legs so that I’m sitting on my knees. Whoo. Okay, I can do this. Just please don’t rip my arms off. As gently as I can I place my hands onto his arms, not going any further until I can gauge his reaction. He whips his head up as soon as we make contact; I could see that his eyes were totally black now. All he does is stare at me in confusion, which I take as a good sign to keep going. I slowly ease my hands up to his shoulders and stop again. He still looks confused, but there’s some intrigue there as well. Still taking care not to go too fast, I lean forward and move my hands to his back, and hug him. I could feel him tense up, but that was all. No screaming, no fighting me off, no disappearing acts. Even his sobbing had stopped.

I stayed that way for just a couple moments, cause I didn’t want to overload him. And just as I was pulling back, something pretty damn amazing happened.

I wasn’t leaned against him anymore, but my hands hadn’t let go of his back yet, which was a good thing, as Natemare launched himself into my arms, sending us both crashing to the floor. I was momentarily winded from the impact and having his full weight on me, not to mention he was kinda crushing me from the vice like grip he had.

Did I care though? Not in the slightest. Finally, finally, I was able to help my friend!

Natemare buried his face in my shoulder, my T-shirt quickly becoming soaked from the tears. I wasn’t worried about the shirt getting stained, since it was black, too. The sobbing seemed to grow louder, which hurt my ears a little, but I would endure a small bit of discomfort if it meant that Natemare would feel better.

“It’ll all be fine,” I whispered. “I won’t let you go.”

I guess even after all the headaches and chaos that he’s put me through, I have come to really care for my other half. Maybe he just needed to know that.

I’m not sure how long we stayed that way. At least long enough for my arms to go numb from keeping them around Natemare. Eventually his cries calmed down to sniffles and shaky breaths. When it stopped completely, he wiggled his arms out from where they had become pinned under my back and rolled off me to lay on the carpet. I shook my arms to get feeling back into them.

“Sorry,” Natemare murmured, his voice hoarse.

I tilted my head to look at him. “For what? My arms? They’ll be fine, they’ve endured worse.”

“Not just that. I mean…,” he made a waving motion with his hand, “everything. Why do you even put up with me?”

“I think we’re stuck with each other no matter what, dude,” I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Okay, not the right thing to say, cause I swear he looked like he was about to start crying again. Sighing, I rolled onto my side and propped my head up with my hand and looked him right in the eye.

“Cause you’re my friend, that’s why.”

He looked off to the side, seeming to let my words sink in. I hoped he believed me, and by the small smile that appeared, I think he did.

“Thanks, man.”

I smiled back. “No problem.”

Now that everything had quieted down, I remembered just how exhausted I was and suddenly my eyes were fighting to stay open. What time was it anyway? I got up and stretched out the kinks in my back, then went to my nightstand to snatch my phone, wincing at the brightness from the screen. 3:25 AM. Wow, it was later than I thought. Thank God I don’t have much to do tomorrow. Or today. Whatever.

I tossed my phone onto the nightstand and sat down on the edge of my bed to rub my eyes. Damn, I was tired.

“You can go to sleep. I’m okay now,” Natemare said from his position on the floor.

“Are you sure? I can stay up a little longer.”

I don’t actually think I could, but I would try if he really needed me to.

“Nah, I’m gonna go to sleep too. I feel like I haven’t slept in a week after all that.”

I heard him stand up and walk over to my side of the bed. I lifted my legs up and under the covers and plopped my head onto my pillow, instantly feeling relief. I must have started to drift off, cause Natemare was shaking my shoulder and saying something that I couldn’t make out.

“Huh?” I mumbled sleepily.

“I said, can I…um, if it’s not too weird, can I…stay with you?”

I could just hear the underlying pleading in his tone. This was definitely a step up in our friendship, as before he never would have asked that. Could he finally be willing to open up to me?

I let out a huge yawn before replying, “Yeah, sure. I don’t care.”

“Thanks,” he said softly.

And then I felt him climb over top me and roll onto the other side of my bed.

“Would it have killed you to walk around?” I said with an edge of annoyance.

“Yep.”

I expected as much. Oh, well. Grabbing the covers and pulling them up to my chin, I turned onto my side and settled in. Natemare squirmed around for a second before doing the same. For once, after all the episodes he’s had before, I feel like we both would be getting a good night’s sleep this time. I truly felt better knowing that I was able to do something to help, and I think he felt better knowing that I did care. I would have to make sure that he always knew.

“Oh, and by the way, if you even think about trying to wake me up before eleven, I will not be held responsible for your injuries.”

He chuckled. “I make no promises.”

Jerkhole.

(“Tell Me It’ll All Be Fine” is a line from Nate’s song Live Long Enough to Become the Hero)

Scribbles--This was adorable!!!!!!!!!

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loveisblindfanfiction · 7 years

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Chapter Nineteen

I felt euphoric, on top of the world, a feeling of accomplishment that couldn’t be described, the feeling of triumph over facing a fear, the feeling of elated happiness in knowing that you looked beautiful…

The mess of feelings were still swirling around in me long after the show had finished. I’d walked that cat-walk like I was born to it!

Per Karlie’s advice, I made my first walk in what was called ‘the pinstripe number’ a bouncing and happy walk. I propelled myself forward so that I was able to create the wind-swept look and I smiled and was playful. In my post at the end of the runway I even sent a little wink out to the audience before I bounced back stage in my happy walk.

My second walk to Taylor’s song ‘Style’ and I was told I was wearing a ‘lacy black’ number with a pair of heels and elbow length gloves. When I strutted out onto the stage, my walk was not as bouncy or playful, it was controlled and more of a strut. Taylor took my hand, as we had rehearsed and pulled it up above my head and spun me around before she released me back out onto the runway. I walked with a sense of purpose and did the ‘smoulder’ that the girls had taught me. When I got to the end of the runway I posed for a moment with my hand on my hip before I turned and looked over my shoulder for a moment before I strutted back down the runway.

I may have been blind but I knew I looked fabulous because I felt fabulous.

I couldn’t think about one specific pair of eyes being on me when I was so aware of thousands of eyes on me in that moment, watching everything I did. It was a feeling of absolute adrenalin whenever I was out on that catwalk and I loved it.

I could practically feel the awed vibe coming off the crowd as they looked at me as if I was the most beautiful girl in the world and considering the company I was in, that was pretty impressive. Girls wanted to be men and men wanted to be with me! It was amazing!

And now that it was done there was nothing left to do except bask in the glow of my triumph.

Backstage, as soon as the show was done and all the models stood in their robes, a bottle of Champaign was popped and we all toasted out triumph. But we only had that one moment to celebrate because after that everyone had to go back to their make-up stations and get ready for the after-party where we would meet and greet with not only other designers, photographers and brand representative’s in order to book work, but also mingling with the VIP guests.

I was wearing a grey halter-neck cleavage dress with Miu Miu Swarovski crystal-embellished glittered leather sandals. I paired it with a black Edie Parker clutch with the words ‘High Maintenance’ written on it.

Sarah clutched my arm and directed me into the room where the guests were waiting. The moment I stepped into the room there seemed to be a scuffle as several people tried to approach me at once.

“Wow, there is literally a line to see you right now.” Observed Astrid as she came to stand with me, placing a glass of Champaign in my hand, “To be fair there is one to see me too, but it’s not as long as yours.”

I giggled in amusement as I held my glass up to hers, “Cheers!”

She clinked her glass against mine as Sarah took control, “One at a time!” she called, “Astrid you stand over there, Gerty you stand here and I’ll stand between you to mediate.” She said quietly as she shifted me into the correct position.

Although the nature of the after party was supposed to be that of a party, it was more of a professional meet and greet. It was only after Sarah and myself had talked to all the representatives that wanted to meet us that I would actually get to mingle with some of the guest and talk to my friends.

“Sarah.” Greeted a cool voice.

“Lagerfeld. How did I know you would be the first one to step up to the plate?” asked Sarah.

I blinked in shock, was she talking to Karl Lagerfeld? THE Karl Lagerfeld of Chanel?!

“Well I’m the best darling. I get afforded such luxuries of being able to see who I want to see first.” He replied smoothly, “Miss Trinket, Miss Burgess, delighted to make your acquaintance.” Said Karl pleasantly.

Astrid didn’t seem able to speak and I myself was similarly shell shocked. One of the biggest names in the fashion industry was talking to us. He was talking an interest in us. I couldn’t breathe.

“Hi.” I squeaked as I sent him a wave.

Why I waved I had no idea. It seemed like a wise choice at the time even though I instantly regretted it.

“I’d be interested in booking both your girls for campaigns.” Said Karl, addressing Sarah, “Particularly Miss Trinket for a short film.”

Karl Lagerfeld, creative director of Chanel, wanted to cast me in a short film?! WHAT?!

“Now, now, Karl. Don’t go poaching anyone just yet.” Replied a cool voice.

“Anna dear, what a nice surprise.” Said Sarah.

Was she talking to Anna Wintour? Editor and Chief of Vogue?

“You’ve got two beautiful girls here Sarah. Very beautiful. Very talented.” She said flatly, “Now, Miss Trinket, I understand that you are legally blind?” she demanded speaking to me directly.

I blinked in shock, was she talking to me?

Sarah took my drink from my hand and I heard her place it on a nearby surface behind me. I knew I needed to speak but it was taking me an awful long time to figure out what I wanted to say.

“Ah, yes. I am.” I said, my voice breaking embarrassingly and I cleared my throat in an effort to sound normal.

“Do you feel that hinders your ability to model at all?” she demanded.

I had heard of Anna Wintour’s abrupt nature. She wasn’t known as the ice queen for nothing. I suddenly understood the nickname.

“Well, as you’ve seen today, it’s not an issue at all.” Said Sarah.

“Yes, well I’m very interested in your quirky Australian girls Sarah.” Said Anna, “Miss Trinket here has opened up a lot of doors and I’m interested in crossing those thresholds with her.”

“Now whose poaching Anna?” asked Karl.

Though their tones were light, I felt as if something was bubbling beneath the surface of their calm demeanours and I began to feel a little on edge, as if a fight was about to go down.

“Well I’m sure arrangements can be made for you two to share Gerty.” Said Sarah diplomatically.

Were Karl Lagerfeld and Anna Wintour fighting over me? Was I dead? Had I died and gone to model heaven? That was the only plausible explanation for what was happening.

“Yes Anna. I’m sure the schedules can be negotiated in that we will both get what we want.” Said Karl.

“You know I don’t like to share.” Said Anna dismissively, “Miss Burgess, you have done some interesting work in the past.” She said.

“Yes ma’am I have.” Said Astrid seriously.

“Have you ever done high fashion before?” she asked.

I personally had no interest in ‘High Fashion’ which was the kind of fashion that was strange and not the kind of fashion that people wore on a day to day basis which was the fashion I was interesting. As far as I knew, Astrid shared my views on that kind of fashion, but could she really say no to Anna Wintour? I sure wouldn’t like to be in her shoes.

The whole thing was like a night mare when it wasn’t a beautiful daydream.

For nearly two hours I stood with Sarah and Astrid and met what felt like every person of note in the fashion industry all of whom were interested in us. By the sounds of it, I was set for modelling work of the next ten years! So was Astrid.

By the time it was all done and I could actually mingle with the other guests, I wasn’t just tired, I was thirsty.

“That was intense right?” asked Astrid, her lips close to my ear as we spoke in hushed tones, “I thought a fight was going to break out at any moment.” She hissed.

“I know right.” I smiled as we giggled together, “Hey do you know where my glass of Champaign went?” I asked curiously.

“On the table behind you, two steps to your left.” She said absently, “I think I see Johnny Depp!” she said excitedly, “He’s single.” She observed.

“Hold that thought!” I told her, “I’m gonna get my drink and I will be right back.”

I didn’t bother to stay for her response. I wanted to go and get my drink and then I wanted to meet Johnny Depp. I was so excited that I rushed a little too excitedly over to where Astrid told me my drink was and I bumped into a solid chest.

“Oh, sorry.” I apologized immediately.

“It’s ok.” The person replied.

I knew that voice. The moment the words left his lips I felt as if icy cold water had been thrown over me and my body had gone into a frozen shock, “Kit.” I stated flatly. There was no question in my voice, I knew it was him. I would know his voice anywhere.

“Hi Gerty.” He said, seeming slightly breathless.

Even though everything inside me was screaming, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t even think! The only thought in my mind was ‘Kit’. I wasn’t sure how long we stood in silence but it felt like forever. We both just stood letting the fact that after so long we were back in each other’s presence sink in. Eventually he spoke.

“You look beautiful.” He told me and I couldn’t possibly doubt the sincerity in his voice.

“Thank you.” I replied automatically.

I wasn’t sure what to do or how to react so it seemed as if my body had gone back to default settings; when someone complimented you, you said thank you. It didn’t matter if that person was your lying ex.

“Congratulations on today.” He said.

“Thanks.” I felt like a robot who had gone back to its original factory settings. Be polite. Say thank you. Don’t think. Don’t feel.

“Things seem to be going well for you,” he said conversationally after a moment.

“Yeah. They are.” I agreed.

I was following Selena’s advice and making sure he knew I was happy and that things were going well for me.

“There’s a big billboard of you at my tube station modelling for watches or something. I get to see your face every day.”

Why would he tell me that? Why would he tell me that he saw my face every day? What was I supposed to do with that information?

“I don’t know how to respond to that.” I said honestly.

“I was just trying to say that I’m glad things are going good for you professionally.” He qualified.

Well that was nice. It was good he could recognize how well things had been going for me lately in regards to my career. Relationship wise they hadn’t been going that well, but he didn’t need to know that.

“And,” he began.

Uh oh, I didn’t like where this was going.

“I wanted you to know that I think about you, every day.” He said lowly, his words meant for only me to hear.

I sighed deeply as I felt the weight of his words press down on my shoulders. I didn’t want to believe his words; they were too god to be true. Some deep, selfish part of me was glad to know that he thought of me every day. It meant he thought of me as much as I thought of him. But in believing his words, I couldn’t help but realize what they meant; it meant he still had feelings for me.

“I see your face every day.” He said quietly as he reached out, the tips of his fingers brushing the skin of my arms, “I think about touching you every day.” He said, his voice barely audible.

I winced in pain as I stepped back from him. I didn’t want him touching me. I couldn’t handle his touch. The moment his fingers touched me, I felt as if I had been shocked with electricity. The moment his skin came in contact with mine I was reminded of all the intimate touches we had shared and that had been too much to bear. Everything about me had shied away from it, from him.

I knew he felt it too from the way the air between us cracked with tension. There were so many things left unspoken in that moment, yet the silence seemed to say all of them. He still thought about me. He still missed me. He still wanted me.

“Gerty,” he began but another voice cut him off.

“Hey Gerty!” said a familiar voice.

I turned in the direction of the voice and was quickly engulfed by a pair of massive arms, “Jai!” I said in delight.

My voice had gone unnaturally high and although it could have been contributed to the excitement of seeing Jai again.

“You were amazing!” he told me as he hugged me before he pulled back, releasing all of me but my hand, “Wow, you look great.”

“Thank you Jai.” I smiled.

I completely ignored Kit, whose eyes I could feel boring into the side of my face as I focused all my attention on Jai. I couldn’t think of Kit or his feelings towards me. If I even acknowledged them I would come undone.

“Now, you have a deal to uphold.” He reminded me.

“Oh yeah!” I said, smiling in remembrance.

It vaguely occurred to me that it might look like there was something between Jai and myself. It would probably look that way to Kit and I didn’t feel the need to correct the obvious assumption he would jump to. He had Emilia. As far as he knew, I had Jai. We both moved on. That was fine.

Except we hadn’t moved on. He just said so. What was he doing with Emilia if he was still hung up on me?

Truthfully, I was still hung up on him as well. But I didn’t want him to know that.

“Shall we head to the bar?” he asked.

I smiled as I linked my arm through Jai’s, in an overly friendly matter. I’d taken Selena’s advice to heart in that I was going to show Kit what he was missing, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to make him a little jealous as well.

It had hurt seeing him with Emilia. I hope it hurt him to see me with Jai.

“Let’s.” I smiled.

I didn’t spare Kit one ounce of attention as I let Jai lead me over to the bar. Jai was by my side for the rest of the night. I didn’t want to give Kit another opportunity to corner me and try to talk to me. I knew he wouldn’t approach with Jai around, not just because he thought he was my boyfriend but because he was a buff Australian man that was at least a foot taller and wider than Kit.

Hearing Kit’s voice again and being around him, all of the feelings I had for him came flooding back like water bursting through a dam. I thought I might drown from the sheer force of them. Whatever progress I thought I had made in getting over him was gone. But startlingly enough, I realized some differences.

When I had first discovered who Kit was, I was in denial, I couldn’t believe that the same man that I had loved could be the same man that lied to me and used me. After that there had been depression in which I had buried myself in work so that I couldn’t focus on my hurting heart. Then there had been anger and I’d been suck on that stage of grief up until yesterday, when I had finally come to understand Kit’s motives.

And now, I was on bargaining. I was attempting to show him how better off I was and how happy I was in some warped attempt to balance the scales in that if I pretended to be happy, I would somehow become that.

With some happiness I realize there was only one stage left; acceptance.

As I made the introductions between Jai and a few of the other Victoria Secret models, Selena and Taylor took the opportunity of Jai flirting to have a whispered conversation with me.

“Hey, I saw Kit corner you before, is everything alright?” asked Taylor.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” I lied.

“What did he say?” asked Selena seriously.

I sighed deeply as I deliberated whether or not I wanted to tell them. They were both waiting expectedly so I had to tell them something, but did it have to be the truth? The truth was terrible.

“He said he thinks about me every single day.” I told them.

They tutted in disapproval.

“Don’t fall for it!” warned Taylor, “He’s just trying to win you back with some sweet talk.”

“Yeah. Your tonight’s MVP and he knows it. So he wants you back because he knows how in demand you are going to be now.” Said Selena.

“Good thing Jai showed up when he did. Talk about perfect timing?” said Taylor happily.

“Did you see Kit’s face when Jai came over and hugged you?” asked Selena scandalously.

“Surprisingly no.” I replied.

She giggled in response.

“He looked like he was about to punch him.” Said Taylor.

“It wouldn’t have been much of a fight.” I noted dryly.

But as I spoke, I wondered, if a fight between Jai and Kit was to break out, whose side would I have been on?

…

The rest of November was crazily busy not with me actually working but in deciding what work to take. After that was decided, contracts needed to be negotiated.

I thought my life would change after the fashion show, but I didn’t realize how much until the offers started gushing in and I had more work proposed to me over the next year than I could achieve in a life time.

Sarah was constantly telling me how easily pleased I was. Whatever figure I thought was reasonable for the work I was required to do, she would always double it, triple it in some cases. By the time Sarah was done, I had work booked solidly for the next year, including being invited back by Victoria Secret to walk in their 2017 fashion show.

I wasn’t sure what shocked me more, the fact that they had asked me back or that they had asked me back a year in advance?

“They want to make sure you come back, so their booking in advance.” Explained Sarah.

But it was Karl Lagerfeld that surprised me the most. To get me to appear in his short film, I was offered a paycheque of one million dollars. That was more money than most people saw in a lifetime and I would be getting paid that much money for three days work!

News quickly spread about the Australian Model who was ‘paving the way’ for models of a different cut. My blindness was often focused on, which annoyed me. By default, I had become some sort of icon for not only models with disabilities, but people with disabilities in general. The Frew Hollows Foundation wanted me to be a spokesperson for them and front their campaigns to restore sight to thousands of people living in Africa who were needlessly blind.

After some deliberation, I agreed to be their spokeswomen. I didn’t want to be known as ‘The Blind Model’ but it seemed I didn’t have much say in the matter. That was what I was known to the public as but in the business I was the ‘Quirky Australian Girl’ and that made me feel a lot better about being known for my blindness to the public.

Given that my star was on the rise, our record label was willing to invest in Paul and mines music a little more now that I was a celebrity in my own right, more people than ever were interested in our music. I had no idea how I was supposed to fit any music in with my absolutely packed modelling schedule but the label had assured me that they would work around my fashion commitments because all the modelling work I did was free publicity for them.

Things were going so well for me professionally that I didn’t have time to focus on the horrible mess that was my love life. Jai had moved on to some Brazilian model I had introduced him to in New York and I had deliberately closed myself off to hearing anything and everything about Kit. I didn’t know where he was, what he was doing or who he was with and I was going to keep it that way. If I didn’t know, then I couldn’t worry about it; ignorance was bliss.

Except for the fact that every time someone hit on me, I felt guilty; like I was betraying him. We weren’t in a relationship, so realistically I knew there was no betrayal but I realized that it was a betrayal to myself and the deep feelings I still had for him. Even though I did my best to not show any interest in him in my everyday life, privately, things were a different matter. Echoing his own sentiments, there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think of him.

That was where the bargaining came into play; if I went the whole day without thinking about him, surely it was ok for me to think about him just before I went to bed? If I showed no interest in at all, then it was ok for me not to be open to new relationships. If I flirted with other men, it was ok for me to compare them to Kit because at least I was attempting to move on. If I worked myself into exhaustion, it was ok for me to miss him.

It wasn’t just him I missed but how I was with him. I missed the two of us hanging out and eating good food together. I missed the way I was able to joke with him and the way he made me feel when I was with him. I wished I could share with him all the new things going on in my life. The triumphs I was experiences. What use was having such a great life when I had no one to share it with?

My social life was on the rise; I was now a part of Taylor Swift’s ‘Squad’ which had opened a whole bunch of doors for me. On the rare nights that I did go out in London, I rubbed shoulders with the British Elite, such as Ed Sheeran, Ellie Goulding and Michael Fassbender. When there was an Aussie in town, like Margot Robbie or one of the Hemsworth’s brothers I was always invited to the party.

I wished I had more time for those kind of events, but as it was, an entire month after the Victoria Secret Fashion Show, I had been out twice. Once was clubbing with James and Paul, as well as Liam Hemsworth, James McAvoy and Adele. And the other was the night I went to see The Darkness in concert.

The best offer I would receive in November however came as a surprise and wasn’t done through Storm Models but through a mutual friend. Three days before I was to go and see The Darkness in concert, I got a call from Taylor.

I was sitting on the floor of my lounge room, going over a few new songs that Paul had composed when my phone rang.

‘Taylor Swift calling.’ Siri announced.

“Ooh, put her on speaker phone.” Said James nosily.

I ignored him and pressed the phone to my ear, “Hey Tay, what’s up?” I asked curiously.

“Hey babe, are you still coming to the Darkness concert of Friday?” she asked lightly.

“I wouldn’t miss it.” I said immediately.

“Great, I’ve got Justin Hawkins here who wants to speak to you.” She informed me.

I blinked in shock as my eyes bugged out of my head and I felt my heart leap into my throat; what had she just said?

“Hey Gerty, it’s Justin here, how are you?” asked a British accented voice.

“I’m-I-I-I…” I stuttered as I desperately tried to remember how to speak, “I’m good thanks.” I finally managed to stammer out.

“That’s good. I saw some of your music videos, you’re a pretty amazing cello player.” He told me.

I opened and closed my mouth several times before I was able to stammer out the word, “thank you.”

So far, given all the celebrities I had met, I thought I had coped pretty well in reigning in my inner fangirl. But this was Justin friggen Hawkins. My level of calm was out the window and I had lost the ability to think straight.

Justin Hawkins was talking to me. Justin Hawkins thought I was an amazing cello player. JUSTIN HAWKINS!

“Listen, Taylor tells me you’re a big fan and that you’re coming to see the show on Friday. I’d love it if we could work something out for you to get up on stage to play with us.” He said simply.

“You want me to… wait, what?” I asked.

I felt a little delirious. Surely this was all some sort of dream. Justin Hawkins had not just asked me to play with him. That sort of thing didn’t happen. Did it?

“Well you and the guy you play with.” He added.

“Paul?” I was able to burst out, my voice didn’t sound like my own.

The man in question was watching me quite intently and seeing how flustered I had become, he decided to take control. Pulling the phone from my hand he tapped the loud speaker button so we could all hear.

“Hello, its Paul here. Gerty seems to have lost the ability to speak so I’m stepping in.” said Paul in a business like tone.

“Hello Paul, it’s Justin Hawkins.” Said Justin.

I let out a small squeak that was involuntary; it was him! It really was!

“And Taylor!” called Taylor.

“Are you the same Paul that plays the cello with Gerty?” asked Justin.

“I am indeed.” Said Paul.

“Oh good. I was wondering if the two of you would like to play with us at our concert tomorrow.” He replied.

“Sure.” He said as if it wasn’t the greatest opportunity ever.

“Do you have a favourite song that you’d like to play with us?” asked Justin.

“Well, Gerty’s favourite song is ‘I believe in a thing called love’. So could we by any chance play that one?” asked Paul lightly.

I had to remind myself to breathe. How was this happening?! This was too good to be true.

“Yep that works.” He said simply.

“I can transpose some music for us and send it over for you to look at if you want.” Paul offered.

“That would be great.” Said Justin, “If you come to the stadium on Friday during the day we’ll have a run through?”

“Yep. Sounds good.” Said Paul simply before he turned to me, “Gerty, anything you want to say?”

But I couldn’t speak. The voice that came out of my mouth was not human. This was happening! It was actually happening!

“I think that was a yes and we’ll see you Friday.” Translated Paul.

“Excellent. We’ll be in touch.” Said Justin, “Talk to you another time. Bye Paul. Bye Gerty.”

Another squeak from me.

“Bye!” called Taylor.

“Bye Taylor!” called James just as I heard Paul hang up the phone.

I practically melted into the floor. I was a puddle of fangirl goo and I regretted nothing. I had died and gone to heaven! I going to be sharing a stage with The Darkness and Justin Hawkins, my hero. Dreams really did come true.

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