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pretending-ican-write · 20 days

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Cowboy Up - Pt.11

A/N: Hey guys just letting you know what the situation in terms of updates going forwards. I am making no guarantees as to updates from now until June because I am at the end of my final year of uni and gonna be v busy with assignments. This won't be going anywhere though and I will have plenty time in the summer to work on it.

As always feel free to send in any requests for this pairing, I likely won't get round to them for a few months but know that I see them and I love you all for engaging with this story which is now nearly 15,000 words! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

Previous part -

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Once all the morning jobs had been seen to, everyone had congregated in the corral for some fun roping the dummy on the back of the quad. They’d invited hands from a neighbouring ranch for a bit of friendly competition, although it stopped being friendly the moment bets had started flying. Most of the hands were betting on themselves, obviously confident in their own abilities, but a few from the Yellowstone had put money on y/n who had partnered with the other ranch’s female hand, despite the shouts of ‘traitor’ coming from her co-workers. The only response she’d dignified them with was a middle finger and a guarantee to wipe the floor with them all. Ryan and Lloyd had just had their turn when she lined up to take their shot.

Y/n exchanged a look with the other hand, getting a determined nod in return before she looked at Ethan on the quad and gave him the signal. The quad didn’t go as fast as a steer so the horses could comfortably lope after it as opposed to going flat out like they normally would. Their horses followed it easily and she held steady as the other hand swung her rope over the horns quickly off the mark. Once the horns were done, y/n took her turn swinging the loose rope over head before aiming it at the back legs and hitting her mark. As soon as the loop had tightened, she shifted her weight in the saddle back to which Comanche responded instantly by sliding to a halt in the sand.

Cheers came up from the onlookers at their speed, Rip turning to rib those who’d just gone, “y’all just got beat by some women.”

Lloyd turned to Ryan, “you rope like shit.”

“You’re the one that missed!” He defended

Rip rode up to them, “y’all rope like shit. I’m gonna take those women with me today and y’all can just go fucking pack it in.”

Y/n loped down the arena to stop in front of them, “you should really learn to never bet against me. Jake and Colby made smart choices, I expect my share of your winnings boys!”

“Ladies think you can go two for two?” Rip asked to which they both nodded, “get your ass in there let’s go.”

They watched as the girls reset and ran behind the quad to catch the plastic steer again with practised ease. Lloyd rolled his eyes at the ever present fond look Ryan had in his eyes whenever he watched his girlfriend. At this point everyone in the bunkhouse had figured out they were together, it was just a matter of time until Rip worked it out and he did not envy Ryan when that happened. The foreman’s approval likely meant more to her than any of her family’s did (except maybe what Lee had given her with his gentle teasing in the trailer). Next to him said foreman was looking at the girl with a similarly affectionate smile.

“You’re a soft touch when it comes to her aren’t you,” Lloyd said to him.

He kept his eyes trained ahead, “I don’t know what you’re suggestin’ Lloyd.”

“Bulllshit. I know you put this together today so her mind wasn’t stuck on her mom all day,” he pointed out.

Rip chuckled, “don’t act like you ain’t the softest on her.”

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For the first time in a while, y/n had denied joining the hands in the bunkhouse and instead chose to have dinner in the main house. Part of her had hoped that her family might be able to have one normal dinner on the anniversary of their mother’s death but she should have remembered that the Dutton’s were never capable of normal, especially when it came to the dinner table. When she’d reached the house, the living room was full of men in suits surrounding Beth and her father, clearly some political play that she’d made clear not to involve her in. Jamie was sulking on the porch listening to the chatter so she decided to ignore him, in no mood to deal with her older brother acting like a child.

Instead she sought out Gator for dinner, which he was happy to accommodate considering she’d brushed off pancakes that morning, before having a shower and settling on the opposite side of the porch to Jamie where the talking didn’t reach her ears. As she listened to the noises of the mountains surrounding her and the comforting whickers from the horses, she indulged in the only alcohol she ever did. One beer, on the evening of the anniversary of her mother’s death. Evelyn’s favourite beer. It wasn’t even something she particularly liked the taste of but it made her feel a little bit connected to her mom as she imagined all the gossip they might have been exchanging if the horse never crushed her. Y/n refused to believe John would have done what he did to Kayce if their mom had been around to talk sense into him.

“I thought you didn’t drink sweetheart,” a familiar voice came out of the darkness to interrupt her ‘what ifs’.

Y/n opened her eyes to see her boyfriend in front of her, “just the one for mom each year. Ain’t even that good but it's hers.”

She watched as he came across the grass in front of the porch to lean on the railing in front of her. Ryan tipped his hat at her teasingly which made y/n giggle.

“What’s got you so close to the house cowboy? Aren’t they missing you in poker,” she joked.

He stuck his tongue out at her, “you ain’t much better at it than me sweetheart. Something told me I shouldn’t let you be alone tonight.”

“The house is full of fools tryna get into bed with my father and Jamie’s out here somewhere sulking like a child!” Y/n said the last bit louder in hopes that her brother would get the message and go inside.

Ryan laughed at her lack of subtlety, “Jamie can stay out here for all I care. If everyone in the house is busy suckin’ dick I doubt they’ll notice us sneaking up to your room.”

“Ry are you suggesting I sneak my boyfriend up to my bedroom like a teenager,” she giggled.

He smirked, “well you did say you never got to sneak around when you were a teenager it seemed only fair that I give you the chance to do it now. We’ll both be at the barn in the morning before anyone here is even considering waking up. You know you want to say yes sweetheart.”

“You make a convincing argument. Come on then cowboy.”

Ryan climbed over the porch railing to take the hand y/n was offering before letting her lead him into the house. He made a joke about it being the first time he’d be going through the front door which prompted his girlfriend to elbow him in the ribs. When they entered, she closed the door as quietly as the wood would allow before gesturing for Ryan to take his boots off. Jamie must have heard his sister because he’d moved his sulking to the kitchen where he was sat at the counter burning a hole into his laptop screen. Y/n turned, putting her finger to her lips, before darting past the kitchen entryway and to the stairs. Both of them made it up to her bedroom, making sure the door was shut before bursting into laughter. Y/n felt lighter than she had all day, the weight of the day finally off her shoulders.

She swiped the hat off of his head, putting it on her damp hair with a smirk. Ryan watched her carefully as she moved around the room to put her boots away. When she turned back around he was still by the door, leant against the wall with his arms crossed, eyes trained on his hat still on her head.

“You know what you’re doing there sweetheart?” He asked.

Y/n shrugged, “you askin’ if I know the cowboy hat rule, Ry?”

“Do you?” He pushed off the wall to stand in front of her and placed his hands on her hips gently.

She slid her hands up to rest on his shoulders, “I been around buckle bunnies since I was 15 Ry, course I know the cowboy hat rule.”

-/-/-

The next morning, y/n was awoken to the loud noise of her alarm blaring from her bedside table. When she tried to turn it off she found herself too far away to reach her phone. Pulling herself further into consciousness, y/n became aware of an arm around her waist and the feeling of Ryan’s lips against her shoulder.

“That’s so fuckin’ loud,” he complained.

She laughed as he let her go to turn the alarm off, “how else do you expect me to wake up before the sun rises?”

“Can’t remember the last time I used an alarm, normally just get woken up by the others getting up,” he explained.

They stayed wrapped up in the warmth of the bed for a few minutes before forcing themselves out of the comfort to get ready for work. Ryan watched as his girlfriend got dressed before putting her hat on his head, not his this time, and followed her down the stairs. Y/n slipped into the kitchen to get two apples, brushing off Gator’s questioning as to why she was taking more than one. After grabbing her jacket from the peg, they walked down the drive to the barn in comfortable silence.

Y/n stopped part way there when she saw the cattle trucks and her dad stood outside, “shit he should still be asleep.”

“Don’t stress I’ll go round the corral and go in the back to the bunkhouse,” Ryan reassured her, dropping a kiss to her cheek, “in a bit sweetheart.”

She watched him go with a smile before taking a breath and steeling herself to speak to John without caffeine.

“Fell asleep in a stall?” She greeted him outside the barn, noting the shavings stuck to the back of his jacket.

John looked over at his daughter, “what you doing down here so early? The hands won’t be out for a bit.”

“I’ll go get Comanche and ride up to meet these at the pasture,” Lucy tactfully ignored her dad’s question, “tell Rip to bring me coffee when they come up.”

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fairyoftbz · 3 years

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lavande | l. hyunjae

🥡 pairing: crush!hyunjae x fem!reader 🥡 wc: 3.2k 🥡 genre: fluff, university au, slice of life 🥡 tw: none? i think? 🥡 synopsis: as you are talking to Chanhee, your crush appears in the lecture room, leaving you with a hammering heart. 🥡 a/n: it's already Monday again, so posting time!! i wrote this because i kinda miss uni without covid, I had such a good time back in 2019 😩 feedback is always appreciated!! <33 🥡 requested: yes, thank you! i hope it's good enough!!

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“Have you done the readings we were supposed to?” Chanhee whispered in your ear as you turned on your computer, the screen remaining black made you frown as you quickly glanced at your friend, hand deep in your backpack to find your charger.

“Wait, let me guess. With the abandoned puppy eyes you're giving me, you want me to summarise what this was about, am I right?"

“Please Y/N, I didn't have time this week, it has been so hectic! I promise I'll buy you a coffee," you waved your hand in front of your face to let him know that he didn't need to, and you leaned your arm under the table to look for a plug while summarising what you had understood to your friend.

He listened intently until his eyes looked over your head, a smirk forming on his mouth. You frowned for a split second but continued your explanation, noticing that the smile didn't want to leave Chanhee's face. You deeply sighed, trying to make your friend pay attention, but it was to no avail. He was busy looking at something else.

“Are you listening to me, or am I talking to my computer?” you asked, and your friend returned your attention to you, his puppy look made you shake your head and roll your eyes. He looked behind you one last time, and you turned around in frustration, your breath getting stuck in your throat as you discovered what was amusing Chanhee so much.

You did a double-take when you noticed the man standing at the entrance, your pulse quickening as your hands became sweaty and hot. Every student around you, including Chanhee holding your arm to hear the rest of your explanation, disappeared from your field of view. You only had eyes for the one who stole your heart without realising it.

Hyunjae pushed the lecture door open and held it out for the group following him, politely nodding at the blushing girl that thanked him. He pursed his lips and scanned the auditorium, trying to find a familiar face to sit next to. The air was stuffy and odorous, the young man cursing the caretakers for not ventilate it more often as he was almost sweating because of his outfit. His white turtleneck and pants, as well as the lavender sweater, were thick enough for him to be warm to walk from his apartment since it was still quite chilly in the morning, but he felt like he was wearing winter clothes in the middle of a heatwave when he entered this room.

“Wow,” you murmured under your breath and looked down on your phone, trying to hide your attraction for him from your friends around you, your right hand holding your head up, hiding your eyes at the same time. You heard Chanhee mockingly exhale through his nose as he noticed you munching on your bottom lip, a habit of yours he had caught a glimpse of you doing when you were stressed or embarrassed. In this current case, you were both.

Tugging on the collar of his white turtleneck, Hyunjae sighed in annoyance as he walked down the first few steps. Cursing himself for arriving so late, he sighed as the only remaining seats were in the first few rows, where he had almost 99% of the chance of getting chosen by the professor to answer a question. He dropped his bag from his shoulder onto the table as he looked at the rows again, his eyes immediately discerning the funny stickers at the back of your computer.

“It won’t hurt anyone if I just check where he is,” you thought, but it was probably the worst idea you’ve ever had because your eyes met his dark, chocolate ones, his eyebrows lifting in relief when he recognised other familiar faces in your row.

“Y/N, you’re drooling, be careful,” your friend Chanhee whispered in your ear, teasing as you looked away from Hyunjae and wiped your mouth as quickly as possible, warmth flooding your veins as you keep your finger pressed on the power button of your computer. Your best friend laughed at your antics, but you turned a blind eye to him and mentally cursed yourself for not being as wary as you thought you were.

“Idiot, how could you be discreet if you made direct eye contact with him?” You shook your head at this thought and took a deep breath, inwardly praying that he would sit far from you as you mindlessly scrolled down through your notes.

“Hyunjae, over here!” Sunwoo stood up and raised his deep voice over all the hubbub of the auditorium, pointing at the empty spot between you and Chanhee. It was reserved for Eric who was running late, but you noticed the vacant seat next to Sunwoo and whined. You swore that the rest of the row was packed when you arrived, but it looked like a spot magically freed itself when Hyunjae appeared. It was as if your friends had planned this behind your back.

“Can I sit here?” A gentle, deep voice said, and you looked up. Much to your dismay, it was Hyunjae. “Uh, s-sure,” you stumbled on your sentence as if it were your first time speaking, closing your eyes and inner face palmed yourself at the mess you had just become in a matter of seconds.

You gathered your belongings and held them against your chest as you stood up and sat next to Chanhee, giving your crush your now empty spot. Placing your bag on the floor, you turned your head to the right and stared at your friends, only to find them laughing and bickering together. Changmin was imitating your bashful answer, and Sunwoo’s smug grin painted on his face as he cheekily winked at you, everything confirming your doubts that this situation was one of their playful plans. You sighed in exasperation and typed the title of your notes on a new document as if the entire situation weren’t bothering you.

“Thanks,” Hyunjae said as he sat down, and your heart skipped a beat when you heard his gorgeous voice that caused the hairs on your arms to stand up. His smile made him ten times more attractive, and your heart seemed to struggle to cope with his beauty.

You tried your best to ignore your crush’s presence on your left as you typed down your notes at high speed, but it was harder than you thought. He was close, too close for you to function properly and pay attention to the lecture, his presence and cologne distracting you. There were times where you could feel his gaze on you when you were typing or taking a sip of water, your hands immediately tensing and jolting under the pressure of his aura.

As the lecture finally finished, you quickly packed up your stuff and zipped your backpack before putting it on your shoulders. You didn’t even bother saying goodbye to your friends as you stood in your seat and jumped on the table of the higher row behind you to escape your group. Kevin tried to hail you by calling your name, but you were quick to pace towards the exit and vanish into the mass of the crowd.

You almost reached the library, your safe area where you always sought comfort and peace when a hand gently caught your wrist, your eyes immediately drawn to the familiar lavender knitted sleeve. You breathed heavily at the warmth of the slender hand, and you turned around to face none other than your crush.

“Gosh, you were walking so fast,” he chuckled as he finally got you, his hold still wrapped around your wrist blasting electricity through your veins. The contact felt pleasant, yet it felt so wrong to be this close to him. “I wanted to ask you something before the lecture ended, but you disappeared,” Hyunjae smiled as his cheeks became the prettiest shade of pink you had ever seen. You shyly smiled, muttering a soft apology, and you frowned, not letting him time to say another word.

He opened his mouth to say something when you drew him behind one of the colossal pillars holding up the second floor as you saw Chanhee’s bleached hair peeking out from an opened auditorium door, spying on you two. Hyunjae looked confused but let you drag him anyway.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You tried to look unbothered, but your fidgeting hands betrayed you, making your crush smile. “Hum yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me today?” he asked, looking straight into your eyes, a big, bashful smile decorating his face. "I know a good café not too far from college, so I was wondering if-” “S-sure, why not?” you blurted out, and you heard muffled laughs coming from behind Hyunjae.

You both peeked out and noticed your friends piled up on top of each other, trying to listen to the conversation you were having with your crush. You sighed and shook your head in annoyance, tired of the lack of privacy your love life was experiencing every day because of them, Eric laughing even louder for getting caught eavesdropping like that.

A hand landed on your shoulder, and you felt a breath near your ear, making your heart skip a few beats in a row.

“Let’s go before they follow us, okay?” you glanced at Hyunjae, and he looked at you with something in his eyes that made your chest tighten, making the process of breathing troublesome. He grinned at your state and innocently grabbed your clammy hand as you two sped off towards the exit and ran past your friends into the mob.

As you slowed down in the streets, trying to look as civil as possible, you readjusted your backpack strap and caught your breath while laughing, Hyunjae smiling as brightly as you did. He found your laugh so pretty and light-hearted, he felt internally lucky to be part of the reason for it. You went down to the end of the street, still walking close to him, and he paused in front of a takeaway place. Holding the door for you, you shyly thanked him and entered the restaurant, the smell of Chinese food making your stomach grumble in hunger.

“Choose whatever you want, it’s on me,” you turned around and immediately backed up a bit, startled by the proximity of you two. Hyunjae only smiled, and you turned your attention back to the food. “Really?” you asked, and he snickered at your shocked state, nodding with a soft smile on his face. "Gosh, I am so hungry,” you muttered under your breath as your eyes roamed on the menu above your heads, heavily breathing as you were still trying to catch your breath back from the sprint you had just run to escape from your foolish friends.

Relief rushed through your veins when he took the reins and ordered for the two of you, your mouth uttering thank-yous like a mantra, only to have your crush waving it off.

“Y/N, it’s okay, don’t worry about it!” he said, and you stopped to look at him, Hyunjae beaming at you while grabbing the paper bag with your steamy food at the bottom. You quickly seized some napkins and disposable utensils and walked back to Hyunjae, who was already outside, waiting for you. “So, where are we going now?” he said, and you shrugged, looking around you, not knowing anything only outside from the library. “I know a good place, it’s not far from here,” you vaguely pointed to your right, and Hyunjae immediately started walking. “Let’s go before the food gets cold!” he exclaimed and let you take the lead.

It was a small park hidden a few streets away from your university, meeting other students since there was another park inside the campus. Bowing down to pat the grass a few meters away from the artificial pond, you sat down as it was dry, but Hyunjae handed you the food and took out his folded waterproof jacket from his bag. Placing it on the ground, he gestured you to come and sit with him.

“Here, come sit with me, you’ll be more comfortable,” he said, and you obeyed, your knees touching as you set the paper bag down next to you and handed him his food and drink. Your proximity didn’t leave you indifferent, but you tried your best to hide it as much as possible.

Hyunjae noticed your little change of behaviour and found you adorable when you looked away at each of his compliments. Your arms were now touching since his jacket underneath you wasn’t a picnic tablecloth, and you were slowly getting used to his body warmth surrounding you.

As the lunch break went by, you talked about your respective majors, and you joked about the shared lecture of this morning, getting closer and closer to each other. He was kind-hearted and became more comfortable when you were alone, gently nudging you in the elbow when you were about to lift your chopsticks to your mouth, the noodles falling back into your bowl. Wiping your mouth with a napkin, you were quick to nudge him back and laugh, still careful not to stain any of his clothes.

“You… look really nice today. I like those colours on you,” you complimented him, and he smiled at your hesitant voice, taking a sip of soda before answering. “Thank you Y/N, I appreciate it,” you nodded and started chewing on your bottom lip, eyes divagating towards the pond surrounded by plants and flowers. “You look really pretty as well,” he whispered in your ear, and you froze at his words, your heart skipping a beat as he had seized the opportunity of you letting your guard down as you were paying attention to the pond. You offered him a soft smile and took a sip of your drink as well to try and calm your racing heart.

He kept playing with it since he was having fun by making you embarrassed and shy with his compliments and proximity. Hyunjae knew that it was working despite your never-ending tries of hiding it, and he felt proud to have this effect on you. Although it was hard for him to see you chew on your lip like that, he had to force himself not to cup your face and tell you to stop, because he was really tempted to do so. However, when you started scratching your lip with your fingers, that’s when he grabbed your pitiless hand and held it in his.

“Hey, don’t do that,” he said and grabbed a napkin to dab the blood coming out of the little cuts on your bottom lip you had caused out of nervosity.

You guiltily avoided his eyes and searched for your lip balm in your bag before quickly applying some. The temptation of starting again was real when your hand was still cradled in his, your crush not giving a single sign of him being ready to let go of it. Alternatively, he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles as you both observed the pond and the people chilling around you.

Much to your dismay, your little romantic moment was interrupted by the church clock striking thirteen times, announcing 1 PM. You both didn’t pay attention at first, but it was when you couldn’t see a single student around you that you realised something.

“Oh god, Statistics! We have statistics in less than fifteen minutes,” you hurriedly said as you jumped on your feet, placing all your trash in the paper bag. “Oh shit!” Hyunjae imitated you and grabbed the bag from you, jogging to the trash can on the other side of the pond while you grabbed your belongings and quickly folded his jacket. He thanked you, and you left in a rush, under the confused eyes of your neighbours.

Even if it wasn’t too far from your college, you still jumped in the bus that was about to drive off from the stop right outside the park, the doors closing right behind Hyunjae. You sighed in relief as you both made it, and you tightly grabbed the metallic bar as the bus sped uphill.

“I’m glad this bus was here, I don’t think I could’ve walked back up there after our lunch,” you smiled at his words, his hand holding the bar above your heads, his lavender sweater going high enough for you to see his black Gucci belt keeping his turtleneck tucked in his pants. “I don’t know who had this marvellous idea of building the university on top of a hill,” you sarcastically mumbled and pressed the button next to your head as the screen announced the stop.

Hyunjae was the first to jump off the vehicle, grabbing your hand as you were quick to imitate him, the mass of students behind you forcing you out. Your crush followed you like a lost puppy through the different staircases and corridors, your great sense of orientation leading you quickly to the auditorium you were almost late to. You were out of breath when you finally arrived there, right before the clock struck 1:15 PM.

Surprisingly, the rows were practically empty, but you instantly spotted your friends in the middle, some of them still eating while the others were laughing or reading together. Hyunjae grabbed your hand for the nth time today, slowly getting used to this new feeling, and you dragged him towards them, but he resisted.

You looked at him, his eyes scanned the auditorium just like he did this morning and looked back at you with a smile before gesturing over a good spot, a bit higher and further away from your friends. Changmin, with his eagle eye, was quick to notice Hyunjae's lavender sweater and warned your friends, all turning around to observe you and your crush sitting together. Chanhee gasped as he quickly saw you holding hands, gossiping about it to his hyungs. Juyeon just shrugged, unbothered by the situation as he cracked his fingers and neck, getting ready to type.

You noticed your friends smirking at you and hid your head behind your computer screen, Eric leaning back in the vacant seats just enough for him to appear in the corner of your eye, his mouth transforming into a pout to mimic a kiss. You rolled your eyes and groaned, offering him a disapproving look, your antics sending him in a fit of giggles.

Hyunjae smiled at you before looking at your friends, who cooed and loudly gagged when he grabbed your hand and lifted it for them to see. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, embarrassment taking over your body as your friends cheered, drawing attention towards you and your crush, the latter replacing your linked hands on his lap, under the table.

“Why would you do that?” you dared to ask, and you shouldn’t have, your voice breaking mid-sentence made your crush giggle. “Let them be, they’re just happy that their best friend is getting out of their comfort zone. Plus, you look cute when you are flustered,” he said, and the professor started talking, preventing you from answering him.

He just sat there with a satisfied smile on your face, while you were trying not to pass out here and there with your heart beating this fast.

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donaidk · 3 years

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Marcus Armstrong - Almost Home I.

In advance: This is getting a Part 2 for sure. I don’t want to leave it here, but at the same time I felt like it would be really long if I left it in one piece. Turns out I have a whole lot of inspiration for Marcus fics right now. 😂 I also wanna let everyone, who’s waiting for their request, know that uni is starting next week for me. It means less free time, but I will make sure to finish every one of them in the next week or so, and then focus on all the series I started. There’s gonna be slower updates to them, but I’ll make sore to have one or two per week at least. Hopefully they won’t try to kill us in the starting weeks and I will finish up the Lando one so I could start posting that every week and just add some parts from the others to the queue 😊

Thank you Anon for requesting this one though, and sorry for the wait. Hope you will enjoy it and as it’s almost the next day here, have a really happy start to your Friday everyone 🧡

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With the Australian GP knocking on the door Melbourne filled up with tourists and fans even more than usual. The first time I got to witness it in 2017 was actually scary in a way for someone who didn’t know the city well yet. Getting from one part of the city to another was a hard task already, and all the shouting and crazy fans weren’t of much help when I tried to get some usable info out of them so I could finally get to my destination and get off the streets. It almost held me back from choosing Melbourne’s university, but I had to remind myself that it was just once a year and I shouldn't give up my plans because of it. Melbourne was beautiful and their schools were highly rated, giving me everything for a stable future. Luckily I was never disappointed by my choices as it was easy to get used to the life here and I even found some new friends who helped me every time I felt homesick. It wasn’t the worst usually, as I was truly content with how my life was going, but sometimes it just hit me out of nowhere and in those moments they were always there for me.

It was now the third year when we lived through the race weekend, meaning we finally had a working schedule with which we still followed our usual plans but stayed out of the bigger crowds. Although we were in the middle of the semester we always found time to enjoy the still warm weather and spend most of our free time outside. Usually our choice was the beach for the afternoons as even though it was packed until noon, the tourists never stayed for long. We usually arrived in the late afternoon and stayed well after the sun went down, and the temperature went down a little finally. The water usually stayed comfortable until later in the evening making it bearable for almost a whole 24 hours if you weren’t squeamish. Even if you were after spending a few weeks at the beach, everyone got used to it.

As soon as everyone finished with their lectures we got our things together and took the 5 minutes walk down to the beach. We had a favourite spot which was luckily never taken when we got down there. For a few minutes we just sat down, talking about our weeks. I shared a dorm room with two other girls, but we had a few friends who had their own apartments or lived with their family a bit farther away from our university. We usually had one or two days every week to catch up with them as in between lectures we were either too tired or didn’t have the time to do so. But most of the afternoons were ours fully and we used it the best we could to relax but still use that time to make memories for the few years we’re spending together. We could say it’s gonna stay the same after we graduate but everyone knew we would move to different countries as soon as we weren’t connected to Australia. Even I planned to go home, although I enjoyed living here and getting to be independent without my family behind my back.

“ Are you coming? ” One of the girls asked me, as they were already walking down to the water, while I was still standing around our towels with my phone in my hand. I was in the middle debating which sunset photo I should post from my gallery, but her voice made me look up.

“ Just a second. I’ll catch up. ” I smiled at her before looking back down at my screen. In the end my finger finally tapped the posting button and I pushed it aside while I got the sundress off that was on over my bikini.

Right before I would have ran after the girls, the device was back in my hands so I could check that the picture uploaded without a problem. A smile got on my face when I saw a reaction from one of my family members but as soon as it showed the whole list of the people who looked at my story, it faded away. For the past few months whenever I posted something he was always there in the first few seconds or at least minutes. I couldn’t understand what changed that he showed up in my life again, but I didn't really want to give him space in my thoughts either. It has been almost 4 years since we last talked and could call each other best friends, but I wasn’t about to take the first step and message him after he forgot about me until now. I just dropped my phone back into my bag, closing it and then caught up with my friends so they could make me forget about him again.

We spent quite some time in the water, swimming a few laps back and forth before just standing around and enjoying the last rays of sunshine while we chatted away. My thoughts were already in a different direction thanks to all the different topics that came up between us. Sometimes it was harder to make me forget time and time again, but turns out today I only needed some distraction and everything was set for an enjoyable night. With the sun completely off the sky the temperature dropped quickly and it was getting a bit chilly for my liking in just a few minutes. When it was truly uncomfortable I gave up and walked back to the shore, sitting down on my own blanket and draping my towel around my shoulders. It immediately brought enough warmth over my body that I stopped shivering and could wait for them until they would get cold too. Until then I just went onto my phone to go through some posts of my friends. Sometimes I looked up to check on them just so they wouldn’t leave me out of something. One of those times I saw a person coming my way and although I didn’t mind too much attention to it, when he continued and there was no one else in my close proximity I felt like he might be coming to me. In the end I was right as he turned right towards me and then stopped just a few steps away from our blankets.

“ Never thought you would exchange our lovely and perfect red stars for ugly white ones. ” He spoke up and I could recognise the voice even though his face was almost unseeable thanks to him standing with his back towards the moon. My jaw dropped immediately and I felt like I grew roots into the ground as I couldn’t move my body. “ If you want me to fuck off, just tell me. It’s okay. I just thought we could maybe talk, and from the pictures I saw that you’re here. Hoped you didn’t go home yet so I could catch you and... ” He started rambling but I was quick to finally push myself up and hug him immediately. I always imagined our reunion with me being angry at him, but somehow I couldn’t get myself to feel that way now that he was standing right in front of me.

“ You idiot. ” I told him not leaving any space for questions and I could feel as he finally relaxed and hugged me back. “ The biggest in the whole world. ” I added with a sigh, closing my eyes as my brain started functioning again and I had an urge to kick his shin at least.

“ I can live with that. ” Marcus let out a laugh and I could feel as my heart jumped a little at the sound. It was something that always reminded me of our home and spending every possible second together. “ I’m sorry for disappearing. ” He let out a sigh, letting go of me only when we realised my wet bathing suit soaked his shirt, although even he didn’t care about it for too long.

“ What are you doing here? I thought F2 wasn't coming here. ” I asked him confused, knowing that we wouldn’t be in this situation if he traveled here for one of the races in the past two years. “ Not like I’m complaining, but I can hardly believe my own eyes and senses. ” I shook my head a little before looking up at him again. He changed, quite a bit since we last met and even though I saw pictures of him it was different in a face-to-face situation.

“ Ferrari invited a few of us so we could gather some experience. The speed I accepted the offer with might have raised some eyebrows. ” Marcus hid his face in his palm, making me chuckle as I could see the situation unfold in front of my eyes like I was there. “ Thought I would DM you and ask if you wanted to meet up maybe. But I realized it would be better offline. ” I had to roll my eyes at his first idea although I knew he wasn’t lying and it for sure went through his brain as a real possibility.

“ You’re lucky you didn’t. I would have blocked you forever I think. My plan was connecting my fist with your face if we ever meet again, right until you showed up here. ” I shook my head with a smile, as I wasn’t proud of what I wanted to do to him. “ I was really angry when you just stopped talking to me. I tried so hard to reach you, but it felt like you didn’t even exist anymore even though they were talking about you almost every week. ” I sighed, sitting back down and leaving enough space for him too.

“ Would have been deserved actually. ” His fingers scratched at the nape of his neck and I could see the tint of purple traveling up his neck. I watched him as he sat down, pulling his legs up and resting his arms onto them. “ I really am sorry. For a part everything got busy with all the training, races and studying, but at the same time I know damn well a message here and there should have been possible. I messed up, everything. ” His eyes shined even in the minimal light of the moon, and I could get myself to look away. Even feeling the burning stares on my back from my friends didn’t get me to turn around.

“ I won’t say that it’s okay, but I accept your apology. How could I not. ” I let out a breath that I realized was still stuck in me since the initial surprise took over my body. “ It feels like we didn’t even skip over like 3 years of each other’s life. Only difference is that you’re finally taller than me, but the baby face’s still there. ” My hand went up to his cheek to pat it gently like my grandma did for him all the time when he came over for lunch. He always hated it but knew that it was a gesture of love from her and a way to show Marcus that she considered him part of our family.

“ Yeah, I guess it’s going to stay forever. ” Marcus huffed, moving his head back a little to avoid my attack, although he failed miserably. “ I almost forgot, congrats for uni. I remember how hard you were studying to get in. Everyone home was ecstatic when I told them about it. ” His hand slapped his forehead, making me laugh with his expression at the slight stinging he caused himself.

“ Thank you, but it’s nothing compared to your second place last year. ” I shrugged a little but as soon as his lips pulled into a slight smirk my eyes rolled on their own. “ Surprise, surprise, I followed your career. Just as much as you followed my life for the past few months. ” I poked him in the ribs with my finger, making him wince for a second before we both started laughing at the little sound he made.

“ Fair. I still hate how Instagram shows who opened your stories. ” He shook his head a little and both of our heads turned towards the water when we realized the background chatting was getting closer and closer to where we were sitting. They were just a few meters away when my eyes landed on their figures and I sensed when Marcus stood up from next to me, making me push myself up too.

I didn’t feel too anxious about him meeting my other friends, although I knew what this meant for my evening at the dorm with them. They would have an immense amount of questions both about him and us, even though I already mentioned him when we were bringing up our past. A few of them even knew about my past feelings about him and how him reappearing on my socials played with my emotions, but they only saw a few photos of him. This was another level and I knew he would be the topic for at least the next week between us, for one reason or another. Depends on how we get on from this point and if we manage to keep in contact when they have to fly away again.

“ Oh, I knew it wasn’t just my imagination. I told you someone was coming here. ” My roommate spoke up as soon as they got close enough to make us out from the darkness. “ You’re Marcus, right? ” She stepped right in front of him, reaching her hand out while introducing herself. I always admired her boldness even in front of strangers.

“ Yes, although I didn’t know so many people knew me from here. ” Marcus let out an uneasy chuckle, looking at me a bit concerned. I just shook my head dismissively, almost telling him that it was just a ‘Girl group’ thing. Relief washed over me though that I didn’t share a lot about him, behind his back.

I watched from the sideline as everyone introduced themselves to him and for a second it felt domestic as all of them shot me a concerned glance towards me. It felt like they would pounce at him if they saw that I was uncomfortable in his presence. While it made me feel loved in a way, I also didn’t want them to really chip on the situation. It was something that better dealt with in private as I felt like we had to talk lots of things through to get back to the friendship we left behind years ago. This wasn’t the setting for a conversation like that.

“ We should probably get home before it gets really late. School won’t wait in the morning. ” I spoke up before any of them could start questioning him. We would never be able to get going then. “ Maybe we can catch up sometime before the race? I’m sure you will have enough to do during the weekend. ” I turned back towards Marcus who looked just as relieved as I did seconds ago.

“ Yeah, that would be better. Maybe lunch, or a coffee in the afternoon? Whenever you’re free of course. ” He nodded a little, still glancing at the girls who were either packing up or staring him down behind me.

“ I’m up for either of those. Surprise me. ” I grinned at him, feeling the pull on my arm when everyone was ready. “ Is your number the same? ” I asked him, already taking a step back, but waiting for his answers.

“ Yes. Never changed. ” Marcus nodded again, a little smile playing on his lips at the idea that we’re going to meet up again probably. At least I hoped so. Why else would he stalk me down and come up to me for a chat?

“ I’m gonna text you in the morning when’s my last lecture. We can meet up after that. ” I told them, before turning around with one last wave and catching up to my group. I could only hope that they would at least let me sleep before the questions start pouring out of them all at once.

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Unlikely Lovers Chapter 7

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Although all the chapters are my favourite, this is my FAVOURITE one, and I really shows off mine and @beccabarba cheeky sides! Once again thank you all for your comments and support of this series.

Warnings: Brat reader, orgasm denial, light spanking, slight dirty talk and smut.

WC: 3017

Enjoy x

Nick drove you both to work the next morning. When you got out of the car, he walked around grabbing your hand in his and held it till you both walked out of the lift and rounded into the bull pen. Liv was leaning on Fin’s desk and she pulled off her glasses giving you both a smile and a nod,

“Guess we all need to have a chat,” Liv walked over, patting your shoulder.

You both signed the paperwork, Liv being over the moon for you both but also completely honest, saying that Ed Tucker may give you a hard time, since Nick was not well loved by 1PP. You assured her you were prepared for anything he was going to throw at you both and you walked out of her office to start organising with everyone to go out for drinks after work to celebrate.

The day had worn on and you were all surprised nothing big had come in. You had all just walked into a bar after work, finding a table when Liv’s phone started to ring and the rest of your phones alerts sounded off around the table.

“We’ll have to celebrate another time,” Liv sighed hanging up her phone. “Rollins, Y/L/N, you two head to Bellevue for the victim, Amaro, Carisi you head back for questioning, unis are bringing the perp in now. Fin, you and I will get Barba up to speed.”

From that night on, it had been case after case, and trial after trial. You and Nick were like two passing ships even though your desks were across from each other’s and most nights you were falling asleep in the same bed. If you were at your desk, he was at Rafael’s office or court and vice versa. When you both got back to either his place or your apartment, you were both asleep as soon as your heads hit the pillow. It had been nearly three and a half weeks since there was any alone time or being home at a reasonable hour.

You both walked through your apartment door before 7pm with the healthiest take away food you could find, both your eyes red and blood shot. You both ate and Nick went to shower while you cleaned up and put a load of washing in the washing machine, thinking to yourself that since you were even doing laundry together, you might as well make the move to living together sooner rather than later, finding you actually liked the idea. Nick came out of the shower in just a pair of boxers, giving you a quick kiss and grabbing a glass of water.

“I’ll meet you in bed,” Nick squeezed your side before heading into the bedroom.

Your face heated up, thinking about Nick’s bodyweight on top of you, pushing you into the mattress, and your panties dampened just thinking about it. It had been the longest you guys had been without any intimacy since you had been together. You rushed into the bathroom turning on the shower, waiting for the water to get to the right temperature. You jumped in when it was just right, reaching for your vanilla and rose bodywash, lathering it up all over your skin and then grabbing a razor quickly shaving your legs, under your arms and running it quickly over your pubic hairs to tidy things up.

You jumped out in record time, drying and grabbing your oversized sleep t shirt off the back of the door, not worrying about underwear, hoping to get straight to the point once you got to bed. You walked out of the bathroom, quickly turning off all the lights, and headed into the bedroom.

Your core clenched around nothing as you closed the door, looking over to the bed seeing Nick laying on his side with just a sheet over him, resting on his middle. You climbed into bed under the sheet, moving to come up behind him. Your front pressed into his back. You wrapped your arm around him, your hand running over his chiselled abs, running down to cup him through his boxers as you kissed along his shoulder, up to his ear.

Nick’s hand came down to grab your wrist, stopping your hand, pulling it up to his lips kissing the back of it,

“Not now baby,” Nick mumbled, half asleep. “Too tired… I love you.”

You pulled your hand away from him, rolling over, facing the other way, sighing in frustration.

You stretched your back, your arm dropping down to Nick’s side of the bed, hoping to find him there and pick back up where you stopped last night, hoping he would be awake enough to fuck you into the mattress like you needed him to. Your eyes flung open when you hand landed on an empty side of the bed and you sat up, looking out the bedroom door to a half-dressed Nick walking towards you with a coffee cup in one hand and a plate of toast in the other, a big smile pulling to your face,

“Morning baby,” Nick put the plate and mug on the bedside table, leaning over you kissing you quick.

You ran your hand down his chest and just before it got to the waist of his pants, he grabbed your hand stopping you and you looked up at him frowning,

“We don’t have time for that now, mi amor,” Nick cupped your cheek with his other hand rubbing his thumb over it, “Liv needs us to go past the 12th and pick up a file on the way in, she is waiting for us.”

You pulled away from him, looking up at him narrowing your eyes at him before you jumped up walking into the bathroom and sliming the door shut behind you.

You hadn’t spoken to Nick from the moment you walked out of the bathroom dressed and you waited in the car while he ran into the 12th to get the file that Liv needed. Nick opened the car door climbing back in passing you the file. You didn’t look at him, sitting the file on your lap and crossing your arms in front of yourself, looking straight ahead.

“Come on Y/N. You know I didn’t stop you because I wanted to,” Nick put the car in reverse, backing out of the space, driving a few feet and stopping at a red light. “I want you so bad,” Nick rested his hand on your thigh, looking over at you with puppy dog eyes and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Unless that hand is going to come up higher and slide down where it needs to, don’t touch me,” you snarled at him narrowing your eyes.

Nick pulled his hand away from you, pouting his lips and nodding,

“Keep talking like that and I’ll never touch you where you need to be touched again,” Nick muttered

“Excuse me?” you snapped back.

“You’re acting like a brat,” Nick shot back, driving off at a green light.

“I didn’t shut you down, twice.”

“I told you I didn’t want to, Y/N; we have been busy,” he sighed.

“If you wanted to, Nick, you would make time.”

The rest of day Nick couldn’t approach you, if you weren’t snapping him, you were throwing comments about how he didn’t want you. Mid-afternoon, you had walked into the break room to get a snack from the machine and you felt a hand wrap around your arm. You looked up and Nick was looking down at you, his face like stone but his eyes were soft, and you saw the sparkle in them,

“You’re acting like a naughty girl, Y/N, keep going and I’ll teach you a lesson,” he said softly, a slight half smile on his lips. His grip on your arm tightened, but not enough to hurt you, pulling you closer to him and you caught your breath, arousal flooding your body as his lips came to your ear, his body pressed to yours. “You won’t get what you want for another week, and if I find out you fixed the problem yourself and it will be longer. We both know you prefer my cock to your fingers, so don’t act tough baby.”

Nick let go of your arm, his hand coming down to slap your ass slightly before turning around and walking out the door. The rest of the day you were on edge, your face burning every time you looked over at Nick and he would raise an eyebrow, wiggling his eyebrows or winking at you, and you would look away blushing.

You were finally both back in your apartment, Nick was spread out on your couch, shoes gone, tie gone, top button undone, sleeves rolled up and legs spread wide sipping on a beer. You just in your button down and underwear packing the dishwasher, after Nick had cooked for you both. The tenson in the air was thick and you were waiting for the right time to make a move. You started the dishes and then walked over to the back of the couch leaning over the edge of it wrapping your arms around his neck, your lips on his cheeks,

“Would you like another beer?” you muttered into his skin.

“Nah, I’m good,” Nick ran his hand over your arm, “Come around here.”

You pulled away from Nick, walking around the couch. Nick sat up, sitting his beer bottle on the coffee table and sitting back again, his legs spread wide. You walked to stand between his legs and looked down at him. Nick reached over pulling you to him and grabbing your leg, guiding you to straddle his left thigh.

“You’ve been naughty today, haven’t you?” His voice was deep and he tilted his head, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to pepper his face with kisses, “I am sorry, babe. Make me feel better?” you purred.

A wicked grin pulled to his face, “Oh no baby, that is not how this works…”

“What?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

He looked into your eyes. “Brats get punished, mi amor.” His words sent heat through you, as you looked back at him. This was new.

“How?” you said softly, eyes wide. You knew he could read you like an open book and he would see not only your consent, but your arousal.

“You’ll find out,” he said, darkly. His hands went to your hips, pulling you down on his leg harder. You moaned with the pressure against his taut thigh muscle against your core. “For now, why don’t you get some relief for that needy pussy… Show me what you need…” He moved his hands on your hips, urging you to rub yourself against him. It wasn’t the relief you wanted, but it was better than nothing.

As you rutted against his thigh, frustrated by the lack of anything more, and the layers of clothing between your body and his skin, but needing the pressure nevertheless, Nick was watching with a little smirk on his face. He casually reached up and started to unfasten the buttons of your shirt, exposing more and more of your skin to him, letting his eyes drop obviously to your chest as you continued to undulate your body, moving faster without the pressure of his hands on your hips. He pulled the shirt off your body, throwing it aside, and reached up to unfasten your bra. But when you thought his next move would be to put his hands on your tits, he just returned them to your hips.

You could feel the pressure building, your orgasm approaching. It had been so long that, whatever else the night held, you needed this. You pressed down against him harder, tilting your head back, closing your eyes and moaning. “Nick, I’m going to come…” you whined.

Suddenly his hands tightened on your hips, stilling your movements. You opened your eyes wide and looked at him, moaning with the restriction of your movements. “Wouldn’t be any kind of punishment if I let you come, would it?” he said simply, before unceremoniously pushing you off his leg. You found your feet and looked at him in surprise, even as arousal surged through you. Nick kept his eyes on yours, his face set stern, as he stood up. You tilted your head back to keep looking at him as he reached his full height, standing close to you. “Bedroom,” he said. You turned and felt his hand on the back of your neck, pushing him forwards.

“You know I want you to fuck me, don’t you, Nick? So it’s not exactly punishment, bringing me to bed with you?” You spoke as you walked, knowing you were goading him, but secure in your trust of him.

“Still with the attitude? Who says I’m gonna fuck you?” he demanded, as you reached the bedroom. He gave you a little shove onto the bed. You crawled onto it, on your hands and knees. He grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him, fingers sliding under the waist of your underwear, pulling it down. You helped him slide your panties off your legs, feeling the exposure of being completely naked while he was still fully dressed.

Nick put a strong hand on the back of your neck, pushing your head down, until your face was on the bed, but your ass still in the air. His other hand slid over the curves of your hips, down over your buttocks, and slid between them to find your folds, touching you gently, too gently. You squirmed and tried to push back against him. He pulled his hand away.

“Oh no you don’t, my naughty girl,” he said, and you could hear the amusement in his voice. “You’re so wet and needy.” You heard a wet sound. “And you taste so good. Want to tell me what it is you need?”

“You know what I want,” you replied, breathlessly.

“Do I? Hmm?” His fingers traced a soft pattern over your skin, but he didn’t touch you where you needed it.

“What, you want me to beg?”

“You can try. I don’t know if it’ll work or not.”

“I need you to fuck me, Nick, please…” you tried. He chuckled.

“That was easy.” His fingers teased through your folds again and you caught your breath and moaned when he circled your clit.

“Yes…yes…Nick…” you managed. He pulled his hand away again and you groaned loudly.

“Oh, please, I’ll be good,” you told him.

“Now you say that,” he said, sounding like he was enjoying himself. “But you need to learn how to be patient.” With that, he delivered a very light slap to your ass cheek. Pleasure swept through you and you moaned against the bed. He noticed the effect on you. “Mmm, like that do you, baby?”

“Yes, I do,” you admitted, weakly.

The hand on the back of your neck gripped just a little harder, as he brought his hand down again, just a little harder, tinged with the slightest edge of pain. “Is this what you deserve? Naughty girls get spanked?” He did it again. Hard enough that you caught your breath.

“Oh fuck yes,” was all you could manage. “Harder…” you added, in case he needed the reassurance.

“You asked for it, mi amor.” His hand fell again, as he spanked you several more times, with the confidence of knowing you liked it, each one stinging your skin into warmth. Then his hand slid between your thighs again, teasing your swollen clit. “Oh you’re so wet,” he groaned. You felt your orgasm starting to build again, his insistent fingers bringing you closer.

“All for you…” you told him.

“I know,” he replied. “Want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, oh god yes please…” You begged. His hands left you, and you heard him removing his clothes, returning moments later. One hand slid up your back to curl around your throat, pulling up and back against him, as his other guided his cock to your wet entrance. His mouth was by your ear as the tip slid into you.

“I’m going to fuck you, baby,” he said, his voice gruff. He thrust up into you, filling you, then stopped, as your body stretched around him and you breathed hard with the feeling of finally having him where you needed him. “But you should know that you don’t have my permission to come.”

“Oh god, Nick,” you moaned. Despite yourself, you were even more turned on than if he’d just let your orgasm burst through you. “I want you to use me…”

“All for my pleasure, querida. I know, I got you,” he said. His fingers were still lightly gripping your throat as he started to thrust up into you, his other arm wrapping around you, holding you to him, his hand groping at your breasts. His thrusts came hard and fast, as he chased his own release rather than waiting for you. The sound of his skin meeting yours filled the room, his breathing loud close to your ear, his fingers tugging your nipples and sending waves of arousal through you. His cock was hitting the sweet spots inside you, but he kept your hands away from you clit, your orgasm just beyond your reach as his cock stretched you open over and over again.

You tilted your head back against him, moaning and breathing hard. “I’m going to come, my naughty little brat, I’m going to fill you up,” he whispered in your ear. And then he muttered filthier words, in Spanish you’d started to recognise, moaning your name as his cock twitched inside you and his hot seed spilled deep in your body.

He released you, panting hard, and you collapsed onto the bed, satisfied with the knowledge you’d pleased him, so aroused by the way he’d fucked you, but still needing more. You rolled over onto your back and slid your hand down between your thighs, finding your clit.

“Stop that,” Nick said, heading towards you. He put his hands on the insides of your thighs, pushing them apart, grabbing your wrist.

“No, please…I need it,” you panted.

“I know, baby.” He gave you a wicked smile. “But I’m going to do it with my mouth. And don’t think I’ll stop at one.” He dipped his head and you moaned as his tongue swept over your clit, knowing you would get more than the end of your frustration by the time he was done.

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aestheticseungmean · 4 years

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(3:22 AM)

Changbin took advantage of having you around until you decided that you’ve had enough. How long will it take for him to realize that he messed up?

Warning- Angst, bit of fluff at the verrrrrrrry end.

Requested by @hwangscorpio; Thank you! I didn’t know if you wanted him to get back with them so I just improvised.

(Let me know if you guys have a suggested title for this...I’m having trouble thinking of one.)

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If someone asked you six months ago how you felt about Changbin, you’d go into a hour long rant on how he was the best and treated you like a person. However, that changed the more relaxed he got. It seems like the boyfriend switch got turned off. Now, he barely acknowledges you or gives you affection. Those days full of sneaking kisses and cuddles was long gone. You were not strongly religious yet you found yourself praying for your old boyfriend to come back. You prayed that this was all a dream and Changbin would walk through that door and give you a kiss before asking about your day. But that didn’t happen. Never did.

The steam from the stir-fry rose up and hit you in the face like a cloud of fluff as you stirred it one last time. You turned off the stove and slightly smiled as you heard the front door open. “Hey, Binnie~ I made dinner!” Changbin glanced at you before heading to his studio replying something along the lines of “I already ate.” Disheartened from his comment, you sat at the table once again, eating alone. What was left of your relationship that makes you think that you can salvage it? It was like the Titanic, already sunk and decayed. Nevertheless, when you were cleaning up the kitchen, Changbin reappeared to get some water. “I put the leftovers in the fridge for when you get hungry and I restocked all the waters, coldest in the front for you.” He nodded and left, not even giving you a thank you.

Changbin wasn’t due home until late today so you decided to go hang out with some friends. You smiled as you skipped up to Mark and Jae. “Hey Tuan. Park. How are you?” “We’re good. What about you, Mrs.Seo?” Mark teased. They knew your boyfriend and were friends with him. All three of them were music majors. In fact, Jae was the one who introduced you to Mark and Changbin after hearing you say that you wanted more friends. “Not great. He’s been ignoring me. Now, I just feel like a waste of space.” Mark frowned and Jae sighed. “Have you talked to him about it?” “No. Every time I try to talk to him normally, he either says nothing or says barely anything.” As you talked, you kept walking. Mark tried to offer advice but it fell on deaf ears.

At home, you showered and laid on the bed. Maybe Jae was right. Maybe you should try to talk to Changbin directly about this using you thing. The door slammed shut indicating Changbin was furious about something which meant goodbye to trying to talk to him tonight. The next few days you’ve tried to talk to him but he ignored you. He’s even gone to the point of locking himself in the studio. You caught him one day trying to go into his studio, your hand blocked his way and you started talking. “Changbin, I want to talk to you-“ He cut you off with a cold tone. “I have business to attend to.” His hand grasped your arm, harshly shoving it back towards your body. The small click sound made tears well up in your eyes. This can’t keep happening, you deserve better. Thus, you begin secretly packing.

Mark agreed to let you stay at his house until you could find a new living situation. He helped you load all of your boxes into his car before leaving you to take a last look around. You already returned all of the hoodies and shirts Changbin gave you early on in the relationship. One last time, you made the bed and headed towards the door, planning to leave the lengthy note on the dining table. The grey door to the studio was slightly ajar and you stepped in to take one last look. You took a deep breath, inhaling the earthly, cinnamon scent Changbin had. Ultimately, you decided to leave the note on his keyboard knowing he’ll be more likely to look at it if it was in a place he spends time in. Waving goodbye at the house sadly, you left your key on the table and walked out.

When Changbin got home, he went straight to the studio, not checking on you. He growled at the sight of the note on the keyboard and threw it in the trash. Couldn’t you see? He doesn’t want to talk to you. Annoyed that you were even in his studio, he locked the door and made a mental note to lock it all the time. Satisfied that you couldn’t annoy him, he started working on his project. He finished in an astonishingly fast time which forced him to find something else to do for the time being. Changbin stood and stretched, his bones cracking and popping. Quietly, he opened the door and headed to the kitchen for some food. Normally, you’d be cooking at this time but he frowned when he saw no you and no food, on the table or in the fridge. Maybe you went on vacation and didn’t tell him. Take out it is.

The next few days of silence turned into a month with no word from you. The house was collecting dirt and clothes were piled on different places on the floor almost like a teen male’s room. The silence was odd but you were okay, Changbin told himself. Although, he may seemed unfazed, he was getting tired of takeout and missed your home cooking. Surely you left something that said where you were going. He suddenly recalled the long note he threw in the trash. His mind told him that he was stupid for digging through the trash for something that he didn’t care about. Changbin was frantically digging until he saw the pristine white and carefully folded paper. For the next few hours, the male sat on the floor, back to the wall, crying as he read and reread the words cursing the page. His fingers shook as he traced the way you wrote his name with the curls on the a and the cute heart dotting the I.

How could he fuck up like this? Changbin reminisced on the early days before uni ate away at his soul. The things he fell in love with flashed through his mind. Your smile when you cracked a joke or pun, your sweet laughter you gave when he flirted with you, the way you cared for others before yourself. You watched your phone vibrate on the table as Changbin’s name flashed across the screen. On the other side of the call was Changbin who threw his head back to hold in his tears as your voicemail played. The signature beep played and he forced his voice steady. “Please come back, I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” He hung up and eventually cried himself to sleep on the cold, hard floor. You on the other hand, scoffed at the simple voicemail. If sorry was all he could muster then why did you waste your precious time on him?

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Mark took you to the park to take your mind off of the entire situation after a week of you listening and re-listening to the voice mail. “Hey look! There’s an ice cream store!” You jumped up and down and ran towards the ice cream store, ignoring Mark telling you to wait up. The light turned green and you stopped, pouting as you watched the cars speed past you. Apparently, you weren’t fast enough. When the light turned red, you and Mark walked across towards the store. “Doesn’t Chan sunbae work here?” The boy shrugged and held the door open for you. “Such chivalry!” You gasped dramatically and sashayed through the door with Mark laughing at your antics. Sure enough, the curly blonde you mentioned earlier was standing behind the counter chuckling at the scene he just witnessed.

“Hey, guys.” “Hey, sunbae!” He huffed before reminding you that you are not in school and you don’t need to call him sunbae all the time. “Of course I do. Until you graduate, you will be my sunbae and you can’t do anything about it.” Chan reluctantly gave up and took your orders. You sat at the bar with your cotton candy milkshake watching Mark get a brain freeze. Since there was no other customers, Chan leaned onto the counter to chat with you guys. “Where is Changbin?” A small sigh left your lips. “I don’t know. Probably at home, living his best life now that I’m not being a nuisance to him.” Before Chan could say how wrong you were, the door alarm rang signalling a customer. “C-Changbin?” The name caused you to choke on your drink and turned towards the door.

The mentioned made his way up to the counter, not realizing that you were there yet. “Chan, I can’t do this. I fucked up with her.” From the side, you could slightly see Changbin’s puffy face peeking out of the hoodie he had on. The one that you gave back to him when you left. “Mate, are you sure you want to talk about this here?” “I just need- I need someone to talk to.” His voice was barely a whisper but it still came out clear and pained. Mark glanced at you with worry, making sure that you didn’t want to leave just yet, that you were ready to confront your complicated relationship. You just stared at the short male in shock. “I don’t think you want to talk to me about your relationship. I think you should talk to them.” Chan nodded towards you and Changbin turned to meet your wide eyes.

He carefully walked towards you scared that you might run. Now that you could see his face fully, you could tell that he had been crying and looked like shit. “______-” Changbin’s voice cracked. The caring side in you took over and your hands held his now slim cheeks. He was as fragile as porcelain ready to break if you weren’t careful. But you broke him. The boy let out a strangled sob and laid his hand on your hand. There was no use in speaking, you’d just break him even more. Instead, you rested your forehead on his and let him cry. “I’m sorry.” He said in between breaths. “I’m sorry I wasn’t good e-enough and I didn’t appreciate you and- I became distant cause I was scared o-of getting too attached and- hurting you or me b-but I realized that it’s too late.”

Changbin took a breath and choked out the last few words. “B-Because I already got too attached.” You knew you still loved him and tried to keep a hard facade but those words caused your walls to crumble. “Oh, Binnie...” Your voice was soft. “I promise that I’ll never t-treat you like shit again.” You shifted, pulling him closer, inhaling that familiar scent that made you feel safe. “I’ll only accept that if you pinkie promise.” He smiled slightly and intertwined your pinkies together before releasing. “C-Can I kiss you?” You didn’t respond verbally, you just kissed him softly. You giggled when you heard Chan and Mark cheer in the background quite possibly recording this to play at your wedding because they’re that type of friend.

Pulling away, you wiped Changbin’s face with a napkin and placed a chaste kiss on his nose. “Let’s all go eat! My treat.” Chan said while hanging up his apron and clocking out watching as his coworker took his spot. “Thank you, sunbae!” “I- You’re hopeless.” Chan waved bye to the coworker before pushing you guys to the restaurant down the road. Changbin never let his hand leave yours even when you ate. “Binnie. I’m not going to run away again.” He pouted but let go of your hand and you couldn’t help but squish his cheeks. “Eat up! You’re looking like a skeleton. I’m going to feed my baby well when we get back home.” “You mean, no more takeout and no more burning down the kitchen?” “Wait- What did you do to my kitchen?” The table erupted in laughter and Changbin promised to replace the pan he ruined.

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Harry Wells x Reader Crisis of Infinite Wells (Part 5 of 5)

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me.

*It’s finally over! This took multiple showers to get it right even if I had everything planned out and outlined. But goodness is it over. I’m possibly going to take a break for a few weeks since my summer uni work is now killing on top of medical scribe classes. Yeah, my mental health is really being pulverized this summer. Trying to learn how to drive on the highway to the city too since I’m moving to the city. But ugh, I just don’t want to do anything other than watch Tik Tok, make fics, read fics/books, and sleep ;-; Big thanks to @natsukitakama for translating all the French that happened with Sherloque and a big thanks to @mintchipcupcake for letting me know her view on neural frequencies for Harry. Thanks to @crazythoughtsandlove, @sarah-i-khel, @countlesswells, and @multiwells for supporting me. I could not have done it without you guys!

I hope everyone has enjoyed this series and went down the lane of feels. Please remember to comment and reblog, it helps us content creators so much so we can keep on creating.

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“Nn,” a tired noise left your throat. Clearing said throat, you licked your dry lips as a yawn escaped you. Instinctively, you covered your mouth with the back of your hand. You languidly moved your limbs to cuddle into a pillow even further. Your phone laid beside you on the bed in silent mode. Breathing in gently, your senses registered a certain kind of musk that usually clung to a particular person. A dull ache echoed through your body as every organ began to wake up for the day. Your eyelids remained shut as a brisk of sunlight filtered through the blinds. Everything felt so foggy, but goodness was the rest well deserved. After all, you hadn’t been sleeping well once you found out that your idea had been perfectly sane and in the works. And it did work. You blinked a few times, giving up on going back to sleep. Another yawn left you. You were still in the clothes that you had worn yesterday, locks in a tangly mess. Adjusting your body to lay on your back, your mind recognized that you were indeed not in your room or in your home. You frowned as you gazed up at the ceiling. What the hell? How did I get in Harry’s room? I thought-

“Allen, I didn’t ask for your help.”

Harry! Perking your head up at the familiar roughly-toned voice, your body drifted to the side a bit as dizziness coursed within your being since you had bolted upright on the bed. You failed to recognize how your legs had been tangled in the sheets from your deep slumber and fell off the bed when you got up with haste. The cold concrete floor greeted you mockingly in comparison to the softness of the bed you were just on. Your body further protested when it absorbed the impact. Groaning, you shuffled off the floor on wobbly legs heading out of the room on socked feet. You didn’t care if you looked like a chaotic mess or that you were in your socks. Only one thought rang in your mind as you grew close to the frustrated voices. He’s here!

“You said you needed someone to watch your back and I was the only one available.”

“Yes, watch my back from the coms, Allen. From the Labs. Not someone to speed around the entire property. It was a delicate instance that I could have handled myself! And what do you know, you triggered most of the sensors and traps set.”

“You looked like you were in a bind!”

“Help me, Barry. Save me, I can’t handle a little reconnaissance without your speedster abilities. Not.”

“How many times have I told you not to touch my stuff?”

“What are you talking about, Cisco?”

“You played with my tech again! What is it up with you Wells and tampering with my things?!”

You walked in with hurried steps right as Cisco had his outburst; the haze of sleep had left you all together when you had rounded the corner. The boys stopped when you entered the Cortex abruptly out of breath. Your eyes scanned around, head moving from side to side. But you only saw Barry and Cisco and Nash as you seemed to be frozen in place. Your heart dropped in your chest at the absence of Harry, eyes sparkling as you had casted your gaze downward. Grueling thoughts had swirled through your mind as the growing whole of doubt further widened in your chest. The voice you had heard came from Nash, not Harry. Reality had picked you up and thrown you into Central City’s lake of cold water. Harry’s not here. He’s- I- He’s not coming… Your pursed your lips, whispering a little apology for barging in on the three’s argument. Nash moved his gaze to his gloves fiddling with it when he saw the sadness flicker through your eyes. With a somber expression, turned around on the spot and collided with a very solid body with a very sturdy chest. Instantly, arms encased your being at the collision, a deep voice cut through the silence. A voice that thrilled your insides.

“I finally caught you, my love.”

Swallowing thickly, you slowly looked up to see those gentle baby blues that rested behind black-clear frames. The dark-haired man cupped your face gingerly as you gathered the strength to speak. “Harry?”

“I’m back.”

A tear trickled down from your eyes, cascading down your flushing cheek, no longer wanting to be bound within your glassy eyes. Harry softly smiled down at you with his own glimmering eyes, his thumb wiped the tear that fell, but his touch caused more to fall. A whimper escaped you as you pressed your head into his chest, sobbing quietly in relief with your arms tightly holding him. The taller man took in a breath, fighting his own tears before he placed a kiss to your forehead. Harry whispered soothing words while rubbing your back as you cried into him. These past couple of weeks had been rough for everyone, but rougher on you and him. Barry and Cisco elbowed each other that the King and Queen of the Underworld have finally reunited and of course made bets on who knows what. Nash rolled his eyes at the two. Jesse stood be the door, watching her dad and you reunite. Her dorky dad and his sweet as a button girlfriend. The young speedster had a pack of tissues at the ready with a wide smile on her face. Tilting to the side, she waved at Barry and Cisco and Nash. Jesse looked oddly at Nash, observing him eye you and her dad for a moment before turning his gaze to meet her eyes. The other Wells doppelganger nodded at her, briefly seeing all the things and qualities that Harry would ramble about regarding his daughter. Nash’s heart gripped in his chest, but truthfully there was a glimpse of happiness for you. He was learning to be content with your happiness. The boys made eye contact with Harry, who only nodded at them as they decided that it would be best to leave you and Harry and Jesse alone. Barry sped them out of the Cortex.

Pulling away, you rubbed your puffy red eyes only to see a tear fall from Harry as he watched you. His eyes ran over every detail of you as if he had been seeing you for the first time in his life. You gripped his face with both hands and pulled him close. He rested his forehead against yours as you wiped his single tear. The both of you closed your eyes and just relished in each other’s presence. Breathing gently with each other and calming any doubts the two of you had. He was here and you were in his arms. The pent-up anxiety that had been increasing since the Crisis had finally burst.

“You’re here.”

“I’m here,” Harry nodded at your stumbling voice from all the crying. “I’m not going anywhere.” The two of you collected yourselves, a lovestruck look crossing your eyes.

Jesse held a pack of tissues up to you when you and her dad had pulled away. You sheepishly smiled at the young Wells. “I decided to drop by as well, can’t miss out on the Hades and Persephone reunion.” You giggled at her while whipping your tears and blowing your nose, knowing Cisco had essentially looped her into shipping you and Harry with those names. The speedster pulled you into a huge hug, giggling with you.

“I missed you too Ms. Jesse Quick,” you gave her a squeeze. Harry couldn’t keep the smile off his face. Both his girls were with him. His daughter and the love of his life. His heart felt utterly in bliss.

“Thank you for bringing him back,” Jesse whispered, pulling away with a smile. You knew that look in her eyes, the same emotion she had held when she had initially found out what Devoe had done to Harry. How he used Harry as a guinea pig and lost himself as a result. You returned the smile, feeling Harry’s large hand find your smaller one and holding it firmly. Glancing down, you intertwined your fingers with his before looking up brightly at him. The three of you glanced at each other as a wave a serenity passed over you three before Jesse bid you farewell as she headed to the break room because of her grumbling stomach. Thanks to her increased metabolism from being a speedster she’s due for speedster protein bar that Cisco’s come up with.

Walking through the corridor, Jesse entered the break room with furrowed eyebrows as her green eyes landed on an unfamiliar person. The dark-haired Hispanic was typing away on the couch when she looked up to see the young speedster. Papers and articles were plopped beside the young adult.

“You’re Allegra, right?” Jesse quired, hands in her jacket pockets.

“Yeah, who-”

“Great, I’m Jesse Wells. You’re just the person I was looking for.” Allegra’s frown deepened but deemed that this was the Jesse Wells you had mentioned to her. Harry’s daughter. Two irreplaceable members of Team Flash. The UV meta figured that the speedster was no harm, especially since Jesse seemed to be around her own age. “We need to talk. I know this great bar we could go to.”

“Wait, what-”

Allegra wasn’t able to finish her sentence as Jesse had sped them away to a bar in a torrent of yellow-green lightning.

***

Harry had ushered you back to his room and away from prying eyes because he knew that if Cisco and Barry came around you and the scientist would not hear the end of it. Plus, as much as Harry was balanced now, he currently preferred to capture your full attention inside the bedroom rather than outside. Especially with Nash still around the labs.

The two of you found yourselves cuddling into each other on the bed. Harry’s head rested close to yours while you slipped off his glasses and kissed his nose before threading your fingers through his hair. The Wells doppelganger let out a content sigh at the simple gesture of affection, but one he deeply enjoyed, while shutting his eyes for the moment. His arms rested comfortably around your waist; your figure pressed close to his as if he was afraid you were an illusion that would escape him. He had already discarded his black jacket, leaving him just in his classic black short sleeve shirt and dark wash jeans. Reopening his baby blue eyes, Harry plucked his glasses out of your hand to twist his body over to the side and tossing them onto the counter. Turning fully to you with a lovestruck smile and half-lidded eyes, he slowly leaned in with every intention of kissing you till your lips were red and swollen.

“Wait you can’t kiss me yet!” You moved your head back slightly to which Harry frowned irritably because he’s been holding back from kissing you silly in the Cortex. … Amongst doing other shamelessly pleasurable things to show you just how much he missed you.

“Why not?”

You simply took out the vanilla bean flavored chapstick from your pocket and apply it to your lips. Harry watched you smack them a few times and wondered if you were either tempting him even more or testing his patience or both. “Now you can kiss me.” Harry had quirked an amused eyebrow at you. “What? I wanted it to be perfect. Plus, you know I bite my lips when I get too wori-” You pouted at your boyfriend, who instantly shut you up with needy kiss. Without words, the kiss showed you just how much he had missed you and that his patience was running thin.

Your brain froze for a second before responding. His lips smacked against yours before Harry pushed his tongue into your mouth, yearning for your taste. You gasped, fighting him for a bit before giving in. His fingers had crawled up under your shirt, rubbing soothing circles on the skin. Your hands had rested on his face, pulling him impossibly closer as the smooches continued to heat up. The air in the room felt as if on fire but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Nipping on his bottom lip, you kissed Harry with just enough passion as your body moved to lay on top of his. His hands retreated from under your shirt to fold themselves on your lower back. Your hips pressed down against his own, feeling every part of his body meld with yours. Ragged breathes left the both of you as you continued to make out, biting and licking and sucking at each other. Harry’s hand snuck down to smack your ass causing a yelp to fall off your lips. You pulled away for air, your lungs exhausted and your head was spinning. You were met with a cheeky smirk while you pouted at your boyfriend with a frown. He licked his lips wickedly once more before leaning up to kiss your swollen lips while you adorned a flushed expression. A sight he took great pleasure in seeing on your face. And only he can elicit that kind of reaction from you. His lips tingled delightfully from the sweet chapstick on your lips.

“When did you even get here?” You asked once you regained control of your breathing, fixing your hair to the side as the two of you laid back. Harry resting on his back while your snuggled beside him, your head pressed to his chest as you listened to his racing heartbeat. You shifted your gaze to eye him with one hand against his chiseled chest. Harry sighed, collected his thoughts before tucking a piece of stray hair behind your ear as he spoke up. His arm was firmly wrapped around you.

“Last night. Jesse and I found you asleep on Sherloque’s lap.”

“How-…What’s with look?”

“What look? I don’t have a look.” Harry spoke quickly as if he’d been caught red-handed.

“Harry, yes you do! You have a look for almost everything. Everyone does.” You teased him a bit before turning to the more serious thoughts that had kept you up. And it showed. Harry can see it clear as day on your face. You had not been sleeping well without him. He couldn’t sleep either without you. “Anyway, what took you so long?”

“I- We… When I woke up Jesse had been monitoring my vitals, keeping me hooking up to a life support system. She was crying, wouldn’t let me go and saying how she was scared to death. Scared that she lost me for a second time. Every single day she would check on my vitals and try to talk to me. Jesse wouldn’t leave my side, going over all my vitals as my consciousness fully set into my body. We had collaborated everything, but…”

“But?”

“I was feeling weak when she took me off the life support. So, she quickly synthesized a blood sample to do a blood transfusion, just like you showed her, to flush out anything that had been hiding in my body from the Crisis and the neural separation. My vitals and cells returned to normal. It worked fast; I won’t deny that. Speedster blood and everything. Once I was feeling moderately better, we tried the last session.” Harry pointed to his head with a free hand, baby blue eyes twinkling with such knowledge and intellect that was rightfully his. “I’ve got it all back. Everything.”

You grinned up at him, “I told you, if anything Jesse would be the one to figure it out.”

“My pride and joy.”

“So, what went wrong? I-I mean, why didn’t it work the first time 2 years ago.”

“Well, Jesse had profusely voiced her irritation that Marlize had done a sloppy job after she looking over the blueprints and all the notes, but Marlize had also neglected the fact that I’m from another Earth- or in this case dimension. My neural frequency is at a different interval in comparison to everyone on Earth-1. A unique signature for each Earth, if you will. That’s why I was able to retain basic functions, but not reach my full potential regarding intelligence and neuron firing. And it’s a good think the dark matter didn’t leave any neural scars or that could have been a complication since the brain doesn’t do well with regeneration.”

“Look at you talking all science-y again. It worked; Jesse fixed you.”

Harry pulled up one of your hands, kissing the knuckles. “You’re the one that figured out how to bring me back. Back to my daughter, back to you, back to my family.”

You dropped your gaze, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks from his intense and adoring gaze. A bashful smile returning to your lips as your eyes met his. “I told you so.” You pressed your lips against him in triumph. Harry hummed against your lips before you pulled away.

“You’re not going to let it go, are you?”

“Nope,” you deadpanned with a cheeky grin. “Now I can admire you while you ramble on about physics and math that I’m totally clueless to and tend to tune out just to hear your voice.”

“Wait, you don’t actually listen to me explaining things?”

“… A little.” You sheepishly responded to which Harry retaliated by running his fingers over your sides. Your fiendish sides that always betrayed you. A giggled bubbled from your throat. “Harry, don’t you-” But the scientist paid no mind to you as he continued his carefully planned assault on your sides. Snorts and little laughs flood out of your lips as cringed and attempted to move your body away from his hands. A toothy grin crossed his features at your shrieks, his fingers ran over every ticklish area on you. Flopping onto your back, Harry’s tickle attack subsided as his heart flipped many times over. He watched your chest rise and fall as your giggles gradually quieted. You gazed up at him with stars in your eyes, his own were full of adoration and love but… with a certain other emotion hidden behind us. A thought struck you.

“By the way, where’s Sherloque?”

“Babe, he left. Said he had some business to take care of on his Earth- well, dimension actually.”

“Oh, I hope everything’s ok on his end. …I heard about Renee and everything.”

“He’ll be fine. Sherloque just needs his mind to mull over a few things.”

“I hope he finds what he’s looking for…” you whispered, to which Harry oddly looked at you, wondering if you knew, before the look behind his eyes shifted. You caught onto the sudden, but subtle change.

A particular glint sparkled in Harry’s eyes as you trailed off, one that had you hypnotized. One that you knew all too well as he towered over you on the bed. Those lust-filled eyes that pulled you in like a riptide. Harry licked his lips, leaning down with half-lidded eyes. Then a pesky thought hit you causing you to push against his leaning chest which had Harry inwardly grumbling.

“Wait, Harry, I haven’t washed up!”

“I figured, I had Jesse go out and buy you a few things. Those skin care products and face wash you idolize so much. She probably set them in the bathroom already.”

“The avocado and cucumber facewash? And the hydrating facial cleansers? With the pomegranate-berry face cream?”

Harry nodded, but kept you firmly beneath him, “If you can stand to hug me after I came back from Gorilla City- after all the shit they did and threw at me, then I think I can stand being around you in the clothes you’ve worn from yesterday and unfreshened up.”

“Yeah, not your best moments.” You teased him and slithered from underneath his grasp, hopping off the bed.

“Hey!”

He watched you step into the bathroom. God, I love you. Harry went on his phone, staring at the picture you and he took on New Year’s as the water ran in the bathroom. Maybe now wouldn’t be the best time no matter how many times Jesse’s been pestering me about it. Coming back, you dove right into his side and cuddled him close with a jubilee smile on your face. Harry swears his heart melted for the 100th time that day.

“If you want to… do stuff later, we’d have to do that back at my apartment after I shower and everything,” you traced patterns with your finger over his chest. “And so, no one interrupts and…. Yeah…”

“Definitely want to ‘do stuff’ later.” You blushed at his wink and how he wiggled his eyebrows. Babe, you’re going to need to shower after that too. Leaning in Harry caught your ear between his teeth before whispering all the dirty things and positions he wants to put you in. “I’m going to make sure my name is the only thing you remember tomorrow morning, my sweet, sweet Persephone.” Covering your face, you resisted the urge to scream in frustration at this man’s level of teasing. Knowing he had impeccable patience for the nightly activities to come later. Harry knew the exact effect he had on you, how he can make your body scream in ecstasy as he’d show you just how capable he is in loving you. Blow out a puff of air, you calmed yourself and hormones. Your thirsty side would need to wait until you two went home.

“Harry?”

“Hm?” He blinked out of his thoughts and gave you a quizzical look.

“Do me a favor and flex.”

Harry blinked at you for a moment before sitting up and flexing. You won’t deny that your thirsty thoughts took over for a bit again when you reached up to run your fingers over the toned muscles. Before you could do anything else Harry’s strong arms wrapped around you as he snuggled his head into your chest. Soft. Your cheeks turned a rosy color as you felt him kiss your exposed chest from all the rolling around in bed.

“I don’t think I’m needed anywhere else today,” you mused, ruffling his chaotically messy locks. He breathed you in like a man taking a huge breath of air before diving into the depths of water.

“Perfect, because for the record, I wasn’t going to let you out of my arms all day.”

You chuckled and kissed his forehead, “Neither will I.” Shutting your eyes, the both of you slowly drifted off in each other’s embrace.

***

Sherloque sighed to himself as he stepped out of the dimensional portal into his home. The detective adjusted his coat around him. It was cold and empty again, but at least he had arrived safely again. Everything was still in place. His mind could not help, but to wander before he left you in the hands of Harry and his daughter.

(Flashback)

“Eh bien il était temps,” Sherloque remarked with a confident smirk. Harry and Jesse strolled closer to the detective with Harry rolling his eyes at him. Sherloque’s eyes landed onto Jesse, who only smiled at him politely. Jesse’s dealt with HR before so she likes to think she can handle another of her father’s doppelgangers. But she won’t lie, she’s a bit curious on what her doppelgangers are like. “You must be Jesse Quick.”

“That I am, nice to meet you…”

“Sherloque. And likewise, your father ‘as talked so much about you. ‘ave-” Her father had sent the detective a hard and threatening look, meaning that Sherloque should likely think twice before deciding to psychoanalyze and deduce Jesse. The Wells doppelganger chose his next words carefully, “-’ow was it?”

“I got it all back, minor headaches, but nothing else out of the ordinary,” Harry shrugged, knowing what Sherloque had been referring to and rubbed his temple as his eyes fell to your slumbering form. Your chest rose and fell with each relaxed breath.

“Right, well it was nice meeting you, Sherlock,” Jesse unfurled her arms, mentally plotting something vengeful.

“Sherloque, it’s French.”

“Yeah, cool, whatever,” She shrugged, not really caring before speeding off to scare Team Flash in their respective homes that she’s back. Especially Cisco and Barry, who Harry’s told her to get back at them good.

“She’s finally asleep.” Harry moves to pick you up from the couch and Sherloque’s lap. His arm hooked under your legs while the other held you around your lower back. Your head lulled into Harry’s neck, unconsciously breathing in his scent. He had already decided that a bed would be much more comfortable than a couch.

“You should zhank Nash for zhat,” Sherloque stood up, following the Harry to leave the Speed lab. The chaotically dark-haired Wells spared his counterpart a glance as a snort left his lips. “After all he’s zhe one zhat slipped a sleeping agent into ‘er drink. I called it drugging, ‘e ‘ad opposing zhoughts to zhat, as you can imagine.”

Harry remained silent, knowing he would have to thank Nash eventually for watching out for you these past couple of weeks in his absence. Especially when you had been sacrificing every moment of sleep to ensure everything had gone according to plan. Entering the familiar layout of his old room, Harry gently placed you on the bed and pulled up the thick blankets to keep you warm. Your boyfriend took a seat beside you, but across your sleeping form, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head. Sherloque smiled fondly at you and his doppelganger as he stood beside the end of the bed. Tout comme Hades et Perséphone des mythes grecs.

“Will you be sticking around? We can use all the help we can get with Bloodwork and Eva,” Harry asked, turning his head to the detective, a hand was in his lap while the other had linked his pinky with your own.

Sherloque blew a puff of air, his eyes glancing around before looking to you and Harry. He pressed his lips into a hard line before speaking up, “Actually, I must return ‘ome, zhere are… a few zhings zhat I need to take care of. Somezhing zhat your petit fleur ‘ad said to me.”

Harry raised an eyebrow but left it alone, it had been a matter between you and Sherloque. The two nodded before Sherloque used his extrapolator to leave Earth-Prime, throwing once last look to this Earth’s ironic ‘reincarnation’ of Persephone and Hades.

(End Flashback)

Sherloque only tipped his head lower before your words echoing in his already distracted mind as his feet carried him out of his home and to his Earth’s Central City’s precinct. The rain lightly cascaded down onto the city, a rough breeze howling past.

-“You deserve better. You really do, Sherloque. Love will find you.”

“Easy for you to say.” Sherloque snorted, blowing on his tea.

“Hey, head up,” You found yourself sitting beside the now cynical man as you wrapped your arms around him in a comforting hug. “It could even literally run right into you one day when you least expect it.”-

Il est facile pour vous de dire, petite fleur. Sherloque sighed. Je souhaite secrètement qu’il avait été avec vous. Quelles sont les chances que je puisse rencontrer un bel esprit comme vous dans ma dimension?Sur ma terre?

The detective was relieved that the Earth-1 Renee had had mercy on his being and not demanded money from the detective, instead wishing to go back and to never see him again. Typical, yet unlike his other ex-wives that have been milking him for any penny that he owns. Why he always chased after the same women was always a question that his mind and heart clashed with his desires on it. Sherloque’s eyes blurred slightly then refocused, he was still lost in his mind as his feet picked up the pace. His shoes tapped against the cold, wet surface of the concrete path. The taller man quickly collided with a shorter body, his chest lightly stung from the impact as he took a step back and ready to scold the other person. Sherloque’s eyes widened as he felt his world stop. Lo and behold your doppelganger had crashed right into him. The detective blinked a few times, speechless.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You picked up his fallen hat, patting off the water that had gotten onto it from its fall into a shallow puddle. You rambled, “I can’t believe I did that. I’m such a ditz, I promise- If only I was paying more attention to where I was walking and not my phone- and honestly I can be really oblivious-”

Sherloque processed only half of the words that came out of your mouth while his mind went into its deductive phase. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, hair knotted, possibly from rushing to work this morning. The detective faintly smelled dimethyl disulfide, ketones, toluene, and other chemical compounds that are used on cadavers. You worked with dead organisms, particularly humans. He deduced that your rumpled lab coat that stained with old blood and chemical burns and sagged shoulders from the weight of your bag. You had been fired from a research facility belonging to a medical institute. Picking up on the clues, you had been framed. A scapegoat to the recently missing human cadavers from your long nights at the labs. Long nights spent on carefully analyzing tissues and cells that have not yet degenerated. A means to collecting and keeping those samples viable for regeneration of the spine, brain, and heart. Organs that scarcely regenerate themselves after scarring or attack from autoimmune diseases.

“-What’s your name?”

“(Y/N) (L/N), I’m a biomedical scientist. I uh- sorry, I don’t know any French, I think that was it?”

“Oui, it was.”

Peut-être... L’amour n’a pas besoin d’être avec une Renée.Peut-être qu’il peut venir de quelqu’un d’autre- quelqu’un de précieux qui peut rendre la pareille à l’amour que j’aspire.Cela peut prendre soin de moi comme je le ferais pour eux. Your doppelganger stood worriedly in front of him. For some reason, the dark-haired Frenchman look vaguely familiar. Sherloque saw that there was nothing but kind intentions behind those glimmering eyes. A spark of light illuminated within your doppelganger’s eyes when yours met his. The similarities between your Earth-Prime self and the one that stood in front of him were impeccable, as were the differences… He could read your personality, little details that indicate the kind of person that you are. But he voiced none of his deductions. It was then that Sherloque had made his decision.

The tall Frenchman picked up the umbrella you had dropped from the force of the collision. He ensured that it was not broken before handing it to you. Taking his fedora, Sherloque smiled keenly at you as he gestured with his head for you to follow. “Come along, petit fleur, I require your expertise for a crucial case. Lives depend on it.”

“But I’m-”

“Currently free since you’re now out of work judging by your sullen eyes. Yet zhey twinkle wizh zhe desire for somezhing… more than the basic lab life.”

You directed your gaze back up at him with guilty, but curious eyes at his deduction. “That’s amazing, how…?”

Sherloque tilted his head at you before he held a hand out to you. For some odd reason Sherloque felt that this time would be different. Things would be different. The way you made his heart thrum warmly in his chest. C’est ce que ressentent Nash, Wolfgang et Harry? Quand vous les regardez avec ces yeux pétillants d’intellect et de générosité? “Come, our clients await.” He watched you hesitate before wordlessly setting your hand in his with curiosity filling your mind. The detective observed you as he placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles then tugged you along with him.

French Translation:

Tout comme Hades et Perséphone des mythes grecs - Just like Hades and Persephone from the Greek myths

Il est facile pour vous de dire, petite fleur - It is easy for you to say, little flower -

Je souhaite secrètement qu’il avait été avec vous. Quelles sont les chances que je puisse rencontrer un bel esprit comme vous dans ma dimension?Sur ma terre? - I secretly wish that it had been with you. What are the chances that I can meet a beautiful spirit such as you in my dimension? On my Earth?

Peut-être... L’amour n’a pas besoin d’être avec une Renée.Peut-être qu’il peut venir de quelqu’un d’autre- quelqu’un de précieux qui peut rendre la pareille à l’amour que j’aspire.Cela peut prendre soin de moi comme je le ferais pour eux. - Maybe… Love doesn’t have to be with a Renee. Maybe it can come from someone else- someone precious that can reciprocate the love that I yearn for. That can take care of me as I would for them

C’est ce que ressentent Nash, Wolfgang et Harry? Quand vous les regardez avec ces yeux pétillants d’intellect et de générosité? - Is this what Nash and Wolfgang and Harry feel? When you look up at them with those sparkling eyes of intellect and generosity?

L’amour est une chose mystérieuse. La petite fleur pour laquelle j’avais une étincelle de sentiments avant d’être aveuglée par une autre Renée... Cette fois, je serai prudent avec mon cœur.Cette fois, j’apprendrai à aimer cette petite fleur qui m’a déjà intrigué.Cette fois, je vais poursuivre le bonheur et le changement avec un autre qui n’est pas Renée.Cette fois sera différente - Love is a mysterious thing. The little flower that I had a spark of feelings for before being blinded by another Renee… This time, I will be careful with my heart. This time, I will learn how to love this little flower who has already intrigued me. This time, I will pursue happiness and change with another that is not Renee. This time will be different.

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softdadcarlos · 4 years

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Reunion: Alternative Route

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Fandom: Resident Evil/Biohazard

Pairing: Jill/Carlos

AU: Family Life AU AU (its like an au for an au if that makes sense?)

Summary: When Chris calls Carlos with a lead, Carlos can’t just sit around and wait.

I KNOW I’M MEANT TO BE DOING UNI WORK BUT AFTER I HAD THIS IDEA I JUST HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN! (Also a lot of the dialogue is taken from a script for Resi 5 that I found 👀)

Carlos’ phone rang as he finished drying Eliza’s hair after her bath, preparing to put her to bed. He sighed, putting down the towel and picking up his phone to see who it was. It was Chris. But he was on a mission in Africa, why was he calling now?

“Hello?”

“Carlos!” Chris exclaimed making Carlos flinch as he left his daughter’s room, “We found evidence that Jill is still alive. The CEO of Tricell, Excella, may have her-”

“Where exactly are you? I’ll get there as soon as possible.”

Plans were already forming in his head. No offence to Chris but after years of waiting, he couldn’t be patient any longer.

“What about Eliza? What if something happens to you?”

“Nothing will happen to me. If things get too dicey I’ll bail, okay?”

The was a beat of silence. “We’re in Kijuju on our way to the old ruins of the Ndipaya kingdom. You better make that a promise. I can’t have both of Eliza’s parents on my conscious.”

Carlos hung up. He had all the information he needed, he just needed to get there. He made a quick call to Claire asking if she’d be okay to take Eliza for a couple of days with many apologizes thrown in. He knew that it would probably be a juggle to take care of a five-year-old and a toddler. Thankfully she agreed, correctly guessing it was Jill related.

He re-entered Eliza’s room and packed an overnight bag with plenty of clothes and supplies before crouching down and stroking her cheek, “I know this is sudden but you’re going to be sleeping over with Auntie Claire for a little while. Uncle Chris needs my help on an important mission.”

Her bottom lip wobbled as tears began to form in her eyes, “But what if you get captured like Mama?”

He pulled her into a hug, “Everything will be okay sweetie. Papa will be very careful.”

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A couple hours later and he was on a private jet heading to a designated meetup point with Chris and Sheva. He had managed to pull a few strings with the B.S.A.A with the help of Chris which got him the transport and gear he needed. It felt strange to be holding an assault rifle after eleven years of relative peace. God he hoped he wasn’t rusty.

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Chris, Sheva and Carlos pursued Excella into the underground palace, weapons drawn as she finally came to a halt.

“Excella Gionne! Stop right there!” Sheva ordered.

Excella began to applaud mockingly, “Bravo!”

Something felt off, Carlos couldn’t put his finger on it. Almost like they were being lured in.

“Damn it, where is Jill?!” Chris demanded, gun aimed right at her.

Excella scoffed, “Jill? Maybe I'll tell you, maybe I won't.”

She was playing with them, like a cat does with it’s prey. Part of Carlos was telling him to get out of there but this woman knew Jill’s location. He couldn’t let her get away.

Suddenly the hooded figure that Chris and Sheva had encountered before somersaulted over Excella, quickly disarming the trio with a series of kicks and punches. So it was a trap. Chris quickly recovered and fired a shot that barely missed the figure’s head, hitting their mask instead, removing it. Chris and Sheva opened fire on the figure as it retreated, managing to dodge the bullets with inhumanly fast reflexes. Landing next to Excella, they adjusted their cloak, making sure it was still covering them.

“Stop playing around, we want some answers!” Chris ordered, patience worn thin.

“You haven't changed,” came a voice that Carlos didn’t recognise.

It was a man in all black with slicked back blonde hair and sunglasses.

“Wesker! You are alive!”

Carlos looked to Chris, “This is Wesker?” He looked back to the man, “What have you done with Jill?”

Wesker ignored Carlos as he descended the stairs, “We last met at the...Spencer Estate, wasn't it? Well, isn't this one big family reunion?” He strolled behind the hooded figure, “I would expect you to be happier to see us.”

Oh no. Please no.

“Us?” Chris asked.

Wesker smirked.

“So slow to catch on,” he said as he pulled back the figure’s hood.

There she was. Her hair was blonde now and she was paler but her face was still the same. It was Jill. Carlos was torn between relief and heartbreak. Relief because he was right all along, she was alive. But heartbroken because, somehow, Wesker had done something to her to make her join him, make her their enemy. Carlos lowered his gun. Silently processing everything that was happening.

“Jill...Jill! It's me, Chris!”

Sheva looked to her teammates, “What? Are you sure that's her?”

Carlos swallowed and nodded, “That’s her alright. There’s nobody else like her.”

“The one and only.” Wesker said with almost sickening glee.

Jill suddenly whipped off her cloak, revealing herself to be in a skin-tight battle suit. If this had been any other day, in any other circumstance and she hadn’t been missing for three years, Carlos might have appreciated how she looked in it. But quite frankly he was too distracted by her going on the attack again. Sheva went to open fire on her but Carlos grabbed her gun by the barrel and lowered it.

“Hold your fire! That’s my wife you’re shooting at!”

“She’s attacking us! She’s the enemy.”

“We don’t know what he did to her. There’s still a chance she can be saved and I refuse to go home with a coffin.”

Wesker laughed as he began to approach, “Now let's finish this once and for all. Although I think the odds are a tad unfair, three on two. Right, Jill?”

Jill didn’t respond.

Carlos looked to Chris, “You and Sheva take on Wesker. I’ll deal with Jill.”

“Seven minutes. Seven minutes is all I can spare to play with you.” Wesker teased, beckoning them to come at him.

A fight broke out, bullets flying as Sheva and Chris opened fire on the man who easily dodged them with his speed alone. Carlos took cover as Jill fired dual pistols at him. Shit. This wasn’t going to be easy. He didn’t want to hurt her, that was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Jill it’s me! It’s Carlos! You know, the man who saved your fine ass back in RC?! Your husband?! Father of your daughter?! Is this ringing any bells?!” He called out from behind the pillar.

It was useless, all he could do was run and hide while he waited for the other two to deal with Wesker. At least he was keeping her distracted. Hopefully, she’d run out of bullets soon.

All too soon things turned further south.

“Poor performance indeed.” He heard Wesker say from his hiding place, not daring to peak over lest his wife get a headshot. “Your future hinges upon this fight.”

He heard Chris grunt and make impact with something solid that crumbled.

“We'll never win like this. Time to change tactics.” Chris grunted.

“We should hide!” Sheva agreed.

“Way ahead of you,” Carlos shouted back.

He followed after them when they ran past him and down into what appeared to be a labyrinth. They found a sarcophagus which Sheva and Chris heaved open. It had a… magnum inside?

“Why the fuck is there a gun in an ancient sarcophagus? Who sees one of these things and goes ‘This is a good place to put my weapons’?”

Wesker interrupted before anyone could answer Carlos.

“There's no point in hiding. You can't hide forever!”

Sheva looked to the two men, “Same plan as before?” They nodded. “You have to attack before he sees you!”

“You're merely postponing the inevitable!” Wesker goaded.

The team split up, Sheva and Chris performing several hit and run attacks that seemed to be ineffective. Carlos drew Jill’s fire yet again. He refused to return it, not wanting to risk seriously injuring her.

“Self-righteous fools! Your seven minutes are up!”

Wesker left the labyrinth, heading to a balcony while the team made their way out.

“I expected more of a challenge after all this time, Chris. How disappointing.”

His PDA rang and he simply walked away. The team gave chase storming up the stairs with weapons raised. Carlos had a full clip that he’d happily unload into the bastard should the opportunity present itself.

“Wesker, stop!” Chris ordered.

Wesker put away his phone and smirked as Jill rounded the corner, quickly taking down Sheva and Chris with a series of kicks, strikes and hits before putting Carlos in a grapple hold on the floor. Wesker made one more remark before going to leave which Carlos was too distracted to hear as Jill twisted, sending pain shooting through his arm.

“Jill, it’s me. You know me. You married me for crying out loud. Please, snap out of it. For Eliza.”

Suddenly Jill’s face became less blank. She blinked a couple of time, her brows furrowing.

“E..li..za.”

She dropped Carlos’ arm, stumbling back and shaking her head.

“Jill!”

“Remarkable! Still resisting at such an advanced stage.” Wesker commended, apparently not having left. He pulled out his PDA and hit a button which caused Jill to writhe and cry out in pain. “Commendable, yet futile! No more time for games. I've got work to do. Have fun watching Jill suffer.”

“Wait-” Chris shouted.

“What did you do to her?!” Carlos interrupted, seeing red.

Wesker merely stepped into an elevator as Carlos charged towards him, the doors slamming shut in his face. He let out a shout and punched the door. Jill’s cries of agony had him rushing back to her, falling to his knees beside her as he tried to assess the situation, figure out what was happening as she thrashed about. At seemingly the peak of her pain, she tore open her suit revealing an odd red contraption on her chest. Carlos sucked in a breath.

“Dios mio.”

“What's that on her chest?” Sheva asked.

“We have to get it off her,” said Chris.

But then Jill went silent, her face determined and not in a good way. Carlos was quick to retreat back as Jill took on a pose that reminded him of a predator about to strike its prey.

“If we can remove that device on her chest, she might return to normal!” Sheva suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” Carlos said, setting his rifle down.

“Then that’s the plan,” Chris affirmed.

The group darted to take cover, Carlos trying to make his way closer and closer.

“Jill! What are you doing! Stop this! Jill! Answer me!” Chris called distracting her.

She began to moan in pain again and Carlos took that opportunity to grab and restrain her. Sheva shot the device that was on her chest then help Carlos by straddling Jill’s legs. Carlos grabbed the device on her chest and tried to yank it off to no avail as she went silent again and managed to throw the two off of her. They dodged her counter attack and again took cover.

“It's me, Chris! Don't you recognize me?”

Again she began to moan in pain and again Sheva and Carlos restrained her.

“Come on Jill, work with me here. Fight it. I know you can,” Carlos pleaded as he grasped the device, fearing the worst when she broke his hold and grasped his wrist. But instead on pulling his wrist away, it felt like she was helping him to pull that thing out of her. And boy was it an ugly thing. Carlos felt his blood run cold as the sparking device lifted from her skin to reveal several long tubes attached to it burrowed into her chest. But as soon as she was freed from them he tossed it aside, Chris firing several shots at the thing. Sheva got off Jill’s legs so that Carlos could shift the panting woman to cradle her against his chest.

“It’s okay Jill. You’ll be okay. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

“...I'm so sorry…”

“Shhh. It’s fine. No one was too badly hurt.” He grinned down at her.

Jill turned in his arms, “You're Sheva, right?”

“Yes.”

“I couldn't control my actions, oh, but God I was still aware. Chris, Sheva, Carlos please forgive me.”

Carlos held her closer, he couldn’t begin to imagine what that must have felt like. To not be in control of her own body. He wasn’t aware of everything that happened, honestly Chris hadn’t told him much on his arrival, there was no time to. He looked to his teammates.

“You two go on ahead. I’ve got her, you just make sure that bastard pays for what he did.”

The duo nodded and headed off. Carlos manoeuvred Jill onto his back, reminding him of when he found her infected in Raccoon City, “Come on supermum, our little girl is waiting for us back home.”

He might not have been able to see her face but he could tell that she was crying from how her body quaked against his and her tears soaked his shirt.

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Jill sat on the sofa in their living room, thumbing through a book Carlos gave her as she waited for him to come back with Eliza. It documented everything thing she had missed over the last three years. Eliza’s growth, her milestones, the holidays and even her mischievous antics. She wondered how much she had changed. God, she had missed her so much. She had so much lost time to make up for. She wiped away her tears as she heard the door handle rattle.

“Close your eyes, I’ve got a special surprise for you.” Came Carlos’ muffled singsong voice.

The door swung open and Jill covered her mouth to silence her gasp. She watched as Carlos sent her a wink and slowly guided their daughter into the living room. Silently, she moved from the sofa on to her knees on the floor, levelling herself with Eliza as she got closer.

“Right you can open them now.”

To say Jill was shocked by the ecstatic squeal Eliza let out would be an understatement, “Mama!” The child wasted no time in launching herself at her mother, tiny arms wrapping as tightly as possible.

Jill returned the embrace, nuzzling her shoulder, trying and failing to stop herself from crying.

“You’ve grown so much. My baby girl is so grown up now.”

“It’s okay Mama, Papa made lots of videos for you.”

As if that was his cue, Carlos joined Jill on the floor and wrapped his arms around his two girls, placing a kiss on the top of Jill’s head.

“Welcome home supermum.”

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Requests are temporarily closed :) I'm also on twitter @mxbelmounte.

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duckingpunches · 4 years

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Random shit about me

Thanks for the tag @galaxy-whiskers !!!! Love you dude x

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? I don’t have one! My hair is currently buzzed and has been sort for about 5 years

2. name of a food you never eat? Oh gosh where to start, I’m a pretty fussy eater. Top of the list would probably be avocado, gross

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? Probably too hot! Especially at night when I’m at university, my boyfriend is a bloody furnace

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? Watching Friday Night Dinner with my family

5. what’s your favourite candy bar? Ummmmm, probably Green and Black’s 70% dark chocolate. That stuff is goooooooood

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? Yeah! My brother is a gymnast, so I’ve been to his events. I’ve also been to lots of premier league football games as my bio dad is a big fan.

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? Shouting my dog from across the room

8. what is your favourite ice cream? Either Ben and Jerry’s half-baked cookie dough and brownie or their new ‘Netflix and chilled’ flavour which is INCREDIBLE. It’s peanut ice cream, salted and sweet pretzel swirls with brownie chunks. To die for honestly.

9. what is the last thing you had to drink? Some Vimto (though Ribena is always superior) squash in my new water bottle. It’s honestly so sick, I bought it off amazon and it keeps my drinks cold all day. For example, I went to work at 4am and when I finished at 1pm the ice cubes I put in that morning were still fully there, excellent purchase.

10. do you like your wallet? Yeah! It was my first ‘men’s’ wallet and even though it’s starting to fall apart I love it

11. what was the last thing you ate? A crème egg hahahaha. My work had reduced all of the Easter stuff, so I bought three packs of twelve for less than a pound.

12. did you buy any new clothes last week? Not last week, but I did the week before. A company I really like called ‘Lame’ were doing an offer where you get a free cap with every hoodie, so I snagged their ‘Satan’s Spinach’ one. It’s super comfy, a lot thicker than regular hoodies, comes in recycled packaging and has thumb holes!!!!!!

13. last sporting event you watched? Honestly couldn’t tell you

14. what’s your favourite flavour of popcorn? Sweet n Salted every single time

15. who was the last person you sent a message to? My boyfriend! I’m missing him a lot at the minute with the quarantine, so I mainly send him memes all day

16. ever go camping? Allllll the time as a kid, but less so now. I was in the scouts, so we went a lot and my family used to go on holiday with a few other families when I was younger, we did it for about seven years until all of us kids were older. I do love it though and as soon as I get my car, I’m planning on buying a tent and going a lot more.

17. do you take vitamins? Not really

18. do you go to church every Sunday? I used to, then I came out and got kicked out. Not really religious anymore

19. do you have a tan? Not currently, but whenever I go abroad, or it gets hot where I live, I tan really well.

20. do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? Hmmm a tough one, but probably Chinese! There are quite a few good places round me, and my sister used to work for a local restaurant so you can imagine we ate it quite a lot 😬

21. do you drink soda with a straw? �� Nope!

22. what colour socks do you wear? Every colour under the sun. I love socks so much. The more colourful and uglier the better

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? Nah, I’m still having lessons so my instructor wouldn’t be very happy if I did!

24. what terrifies you? My friends and family dying. My dog going missing. Never having top surgery. Not enjoying my life. Gah, the list could just go on

25. look to your left what do you see? My bookcase

26. what chore do you hate? Probably doing the bathroom or picking up my dogs shit lmao

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? My ex-girlfriend. Shudder.

28. what’s your favourite soda? Fanta! Specifically, orange, fruit twist used to be my favourite, but the classic is just peng as fuck

29. do you go into fast food places or drive thru? Into usually

30. who was the last person you talked to? My sister, we were talking about how shit dinner is going to be

31. favourite cut of beef? Not a fan of beef really

32. last song you listened to? Sweet creature by Harry Styles. My Alexa has his albums on shuffle right now

33. last book you read? I’m currently re-reading ‘call me by your name’ which is one of my favourites

34. can you say the alphabet backwards? Definitely not

35. how do you like your coffee? Don’t drink coffee unfortunately

36. favourite pair of shoes? My Dinosaur Vans. They are wicked and my friend recommended them to me after buying a pair herself and they are super comfy

37. the time you normally go to bed? If I’m working, 8pm because I have to wake up at 3:50am. If I’m not working, about midnight.

38. the time you normally wake up? If I’m working, 3:50am. If I have a day off, around 9am

39. what do you prefer sunrise or sunsets? Sunsets, I love watching out of my window, reading a good book with my dog curled up on the bed and a chill album playing. Some of my favourite memories are being on holiday or scout camp with my mates and talking as the sunsets. Very zen

40. how many blankets are on your bed? My duvet, a weighted blanket belonging to my mum which I have stolen temporarily, a grey blanket and my fish blanket. So many….

41. describe your kitchen plates? Mishmash of my grandparents’ old plates, my ones from uni and a few random ones we have had from friends. We are doing up the house, so we wanted ones we didn’t mind breaking. Our nice Gordon Ramsey plates are in the shed hahahaha. Though we have been doing up the house for about three years now, so I haven’t used the fancy plates in an age.

42. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? Probably the cocktail my sister and I make. It’s vodka, peach schnapps, Malibu, mango juice, mango monster and lemonade.

43. do you play cards? Not really

44. what colour is your car? I don’t have one rip

45. can you change a tire? Yeah!

46. your favourite province? No idea

47. favourite job you’ve had? My current job tbf. I work at Waitrose and it’s pretty nice, especially the pay. I have worked at a few places. First being red5 for about 6 months, then I worked at a children’s mental health charity where I loved my colleagues and the groups I ran, but my managers and some of the stuff I had to see and deal with were just terrible. My 18 months there were probably the worst of my life.

48. how did you get your biggest scar?

TW//////////// Self-harm when I was about 14. I had to have stitches. /////////////////

49. what did you do today that made someone happy? I fed my dog and he was pretty happy about that 😂

I tag @new-brat-in-town @thecrazycreation @yunoaccept @mixmio

No pressure though!!

#me #quiz #this was pretty hard tbf

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kissygrayson · 4 years

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LANDSLIDE: Chapter Three - The New Kid.

... in which Harry and Y/N fall in love at University.

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A few days had passed since Y/N had last seen Harry. They had texted a lot since the party, a lot meaning whenever they weren't at class or studying, they where texting. Zayn and Amy had met up the day after the party to finish their art project. Amy had told her everything that happened the night of the party after she left with Zayn, he had took her to his flat showing her his art work while Amy stood amazed. They then talked for a while Zayn helped Amy come up for an inspiration for her homework. They may have kissed a little.

Y/N had just finished up with a two hour anatomy lecture and all she wanted to do what get home into her pjs, order pizza and binge watch friends with Amy, but god had other plans.

“Y/N!” She heard a familiar Irish voice call behind her. She turned to see Niall chasing after her, attempting to catch up while holding a million text books and his laptop.

“Whats up?” she asked confused. She had never really spoken to Niall before, other than the odd hi they’d give her each while she passed his seat in class.

“Are you busy tonight?” He asked while trying to catch his breath.

“Im not sure, why? Are you okay?” She questioned. Confused as to why Niall was asking her out.

“The boys and I are going out for food and a few drinks, nothing to exciting. But Zayn invited Amy, so im inviting you for Harry” He chuckled nervously.

“And why couldn't Harry ask me himself?” She asked with a smirk.

“Because he's a pussy and shit scared of Sophie, please come tonight!!” he paused while Sammie walked by giving them both a little wave. “And please invite Sammie, ill pay you”

Y/N watched as Niall’s eyes followed Sammie out of the building then turning his attention back to her.

“Okay fine, only because I wanna see Amy and Zayn” she laughed.

The pair exchanged numbers then going on their own ways, while walking towards her flat Y/N sent a quick message to Harry.

Y/N: why did niall just invite me to dinner tonight for you?

harry: i swear i’ll kill him one day. I was going to invite you anyways x

harry: are you coming?

Y/N: yeah, better be good bcos i was looking forward to watching friends all night

harry: i’ll be there, it'll be worth it. x see you soon!!

Y/N: nothing is better than friends but okay harry :)

Y/N: see you later!!! x

Y/N shook her head laughing, probably looking insane. After the party and the chats her and Harry had over the past few days she’d grown to really like the boy, he always texted to check up on her, make sure she was drinking enough water and eating, that she hadn't overstudied that day knowing she pushed herself to the limit. Then the few times he’d phoned her to make sure she was okay when walking home alone at night.

Harry had obviously fallen for the girl too, in a space of one week. He never thought he’d like anyone like that again after what had happened with Sophie. He had promised himself he wouldn't. But Y/N was different, there was something about her that Harry was obsessed with.

“When where you going to tell me you’re going out with Zayn tonight?” Y/N questioned Amy, both of them sat on Amy’s bed.

Amy looked at Y/N her eyebrows raised and a smile on her face “Harry finally grew some balls and asked you then?”

“No” She laughed “Niall did”

“Niall? Zayn said he had a crush on Sammie?” Amy replied confused.

“Oh, he definitely does. He invited me for Harry” Y/N said with a laugh.

Amy laughed shaking her head. Harry had told Zayn who told Amy that Harry may or may not have a crush on her best friend, but Sophie was stopping him from acting on his feelings. Mostly scared that Y/N would get hurt, not by him but by Sophie.

“Do you like him?” Amy asked like a little girl at a sleepover. Y/N shook her head trying not to show the smile on her face. Amy slapped her arm turning more from where she was sat. “You so do!!!”

“Okay maybe a little, but I don't know Amy” Y/N groaned falling back, her head hitting the pillow, Amy then doing the same thing.

“Im sure he likes you too Y/N/N” Amy said giving her best friend a small smile. She knew she couldn't tell her what Zayn had said, it wasn't her place to tell. Harry had to do that himself.

“Lets just get ready, i’m starving and I really wanna see Zayn” Amy laughed then getting up and going towards her wardrobe.

“You saw him an hour ago, obsessive already. I should warn him!” Y/N joked then speeding out of Amy’s bedroom before she could smack her with a boot.

“Love you!!” Y/N called out. Amy giving her the finger in return.

We’re inside was the message written across Amy’s screen, sent by Louis. Her and Y/N entered the restaurant, it was packed with uni students and families, clearly being a popular spot in the area. They noticed the group sitting at a large table in the corner, chatting among themselves until Zayn noticed them.

“Guys!” He called over waving his hands towards them.

“Hey!!” Amy said shuffling in to sit beside the dark haired boy. Y/N took the empty seat beside Liam saying a small hi to him.

“You must be Y/N” he smiled. Harry had told him a lot about her, like how they ended up in his room at his birthday party fangiriling over Stevie Nicks. Harry was sat to the right of Liam, who sat beside Sammie. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, move in towards Harry” He smiled.

Y/N gave him a smile whispering a small thank you as she got up letting Liam get by her.

“Hey love” Harry smiled widely pulling the girl into a side hug. Y/N smiled into the hug, her chin resting on his shoulder.

“How was class?” he questioned.

“Boring as usual, yours?”

“Same” he replied, his eyes skimming over the menu, then passing it to her to look over.

After deciding on their meals and ordering a few drinks the group all chatted among themselves. Niall, Sammie and Y/N complaining about how boring their lecture was, Amy and Zayn discussing their art projects, Louis was busy texting Abby who couldn't make it tonight due to studying and Liam and Harry chatted about Liams new obsession with pretty little liars, random he knows.

Their food arrived, more drinks also. Y/N promised herself she wasn't going to drink, but her she was 3 drinks in.

“I’m going to the bathroom, does anyone want anything else to drink?” She asked the group knowing she had to pass the bar on the way the back.

She got a chorus of im good or no thanks. Harry tugged on her wrist before she could stand up.

“Will you be okay?” He asked noticing the hundreds of young guys and older in the restaurant.

Y/N laughed “Im going for a pee Harry, i’ll be fine” Harry shook his head in response whispering i’ll miss you.

“You're obsessed mate” Niall laughed from across the table. Harry gave him the middle finger in response.

“Fuck you Niall” he groaned.

After finishing her business and reapplying her lipgloss Y/N left the bathroom. Taking the same route Liam had earlier she passed a table crowed with guys, a few girls too. She smiled at them, most of them returning it.

“Y/N? Or am I mixing you up for someone else?” A guy in the group suddenly asked. She stopped in her tracks confused, she didn't recognise any the faces.

“Yeah? Whats up?” she asked, the boy who asked the question getting up and making his way towards her. Now stood in front her Rosabella noticed him as the new guy in her class, Ian. He had recently joined - 3 days ago. David her old study buddy was kicked from the class for not attending his classes, being caught taking drugs on campus and selling. She was glad he had bailed on her the times he did not wanting to get caught up with that. Ian was his replacement in class.

“You’re new? Im sure I saw you earlier?” She laughed. Ian ran his hand through his black hair a smile playing on his face.

From the table across the room Niall had caught where Harrys eyed glared at. He chuckled realising what was happening.

“Don't be jealous H” Niall said. The group turned to him in confusion to which he pointed his head in Y/N and Ians direction.

“Thats the new kid Ian” Sammie said also noticing him from class. “He started a few days ago”

“You need to tell her Harry” Amy said. Harry leaned back in the seat, letting out a huff. The others nodded in agreement.

Y/N laughed at something Ian had said again causing Harry to groan in annoyance even more before muttering “I know”.

“You're gonna leave it too late bro” Louis said giving his best friend a sympathetic smile. Harry nodded, he knew. He was scared, shit scared. It had only been a week and he felt strongly about her. It scared him too much.

“Hey guys” Y/N smiled happily taking her seat beside Harry, then taking a sip of her drink. Harry watched her while a smile, she truly was something else.

“Who where you talking too?” Amy asked breaking the silence.

“Ian, he just started taking our classes” she said pointing to Niall and Sammie. “He was just asking me to help him catch up” She smiled unaware of the glare Harry was now sending in Ian’s direction.

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jungkookienoona · 7 years

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The Meme and His Tutor

Part 30: The Day The Surprise Was Revealed

Co-written with @tragicshadows

Recommended Song: DNA by BTS

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Summary:

The wait is finally over.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3579

Length: 30/?

You woke with a yawn and languidly stretched before rubbing your eyes and sitting up. Once again you had woken up feeling refreshed after Jungkook had sang you to sleep. Getting out of bed, you stumbled into the kitchen while trying not to trip over the mess that was the floor. Since being accepted into university, you'd began packing for real. Boxes and bags were everywhere you looked.

Jungkook had suddenly gained some extra free time. Something about your surprise being ready so he no longer has to suck up to Bang PD-nim. Excitement had been bubbling up inside you for days after you found out. You thought you were going to burst! Yet, you still didn't have a damn clue what he had planned. You hoped to god it was a visit. Scenarios of him turning up outside your door had replaced your nightmares. It was cruel of fate to put such distance between you when your relationship had just begun.

You took a seat at your kitchen table, resting your head in your hands as you waited for a mug of milk to heat up in the microwave and a slice of toast to pop out of the toaster.

The words 'I miss you' couldn't even describe how you felt towards Jungkook any more. It was more than that. Skype calls were no longer enough to satisfy your need to see him. You wanted to hold him again. To hug him, kiss him, share a bed and watch anime with him. You wanted cute outings and coffee shop dates. But you couldn't have that while you were in different countries.

It hurt.

The ding of the microwave almost made you fall out of your seat in shock. Taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart, you went over and took out your milk. Once the toast was complete, and you'd buttered it, you went back to your bedroom and took a seat at your desk. You were waiting for an email from the accommodations team about where you would be spending a year of your life. You really hoped you got a room on campus with good housemates. And an en-suite.

You tucked into your breakfast as your laptop booted up. The whirling of the fans had steadily been growing louder over the past few days and was making you worry. You really couldn't afford a new one at the moment. And your laptop was your precious baby, it was full of your memories. You urged it on, tapping the keyboard gently and let out a cry of joy when it finally showed your sign-in screen.

After logging in, you navigated to your emails. Since results day you were regularly receiving news from different companies and services. If your university wasn't trying to update you on progress, some clothing brand was trying to convince you to 'stock up on uni essentials'! But living by yourself meant you already had all the essentials.

Refreshing the page, since it didn't do it automatically sometimes, you were met with an email entitled ‘Congratulations’... from a Korean university. What? You opened the email, mouth falling open in shock at it the header that greeted you.

'Congratulations on your acceptance to Seoul National University! Here's what to do next...'

Again, what? That couldn't have been right. You double checked your name. Yep, there it was clear as day. But you didn't apply to any Korean universities. You couldn't afford the move or living costs- Suddenly, something Jungkook said after his fashion show echoed through your thoughts.

'Cause you always get mad at me when I spend a lot of money on you.'

'I promise a lot more love went into this surprise than money.'

Your lips quirked into a smile as you chuckled in disbelief. Ha! What did that mean? That he applied for a Korean university on your behalf and now you had been accepted? He wouldn't...would he? Then again even when you first started giving him tutoring sessions he was on about you studying in Korea. After that, he brought it up on both occasions you visited the country...

You scrolled down the page and skim read the advertisements for events happening at the university before the term started.

There was a link, the text above it reading 'View My Profile'. You clicked it and were taken to a log in page. Fuck. You needed to call the little shit of your boyfriend and find out if what you were assuming was correct or if this was some strange prank. You opened up the Skype app on your phone and immediately entered into a call with him. It took a couple of rings before he answered. His hair was messy and forehead kind of sweaty. You could see gym equipment in the background. He had been working out.

"Noona?"

"Am I being pranked?" He frowned, confused, so you continued, "I have an email from Seoul National University saying I've been accepted-"

"You got in? Fuck yeah!"

His whole face lit up while yours stayed serious.

"Jeon Jungkook. Am I being pranked or did you actually apply to fucking university on my behalf?!"

"I promise it's not a prank." He ducked his head, his free hand going to the back of his neck. "It's just... I know how much you want this job, Jagi. And even you said studying over here would speed up the process. There would be so many more opportunities available to you and the university would probably have connections...and we get to be together..."

You couldn't hold on to any of the anger that had initially built up. He was just trying to help and close the distance between the two of you. But there was still one thing.

"How am I going to afford it? I doubt the government will pay my student loan internationally. And then there's the visa and finding somewhere to live. Not to mention the living costs..."

He smirked, "I'm way ahead of you Jagi."

You gestured for him to explain.

"The way this will work is kind of a two way deal and it's completely up to you if you want to go through with this, okay? There's no pressure." He paused and you nodded in understanding. "I spoke to Bang PD-nim a few months back and came up with the idea that BigHit would fun your university course and accommodation costs, if you would tutor the other members and the trainees English."

Was that why he had been so busy sucking up to Bang PD-nim? To get him to agree to basically sponsoring you?

"That sounds fair... but what about daily living?"

"I'm giving up a percentage of my earnings so that it can go towards you as an allowance instead.”

You pressed your lips into a firm line and shook your head. "Kookie...that's your money. I can't let you give up some of your earnings-"

"Noona, I hate saying this, but I have too much money. I don't need it. I don't need the expensive clothes and shoes and accessories..." You watched as he tilted his head slightly with a smile. "But I need you. I love you and I want to do this for you."

You couldn't help smiling back. "I love you too. I can't believe you've done all this for me. I'm not that special."

He huffed. "Not true. You're very special. You're my Noona, my tutor, my friend and nae sarang (my love)."

"Thank you," you mumbled around the lump forming in your throat. Fuck. He always made you so emotional. "Really, thank you so much Jungkook."

"So...that's a yes?"

You sniffled as your eyes became teary.

"Of course, pabo."

He smiled brightly, jumping up and down on the spot. "I'll finally be able to hold you again! I'll be able to see you whenever I want! Ah, I can't wait! So don't cry Noona."

Another sniffle.

"I'm crying because I'm happy."

He giggled, throwing his head back for a moment before looking back to you with a grin so wide it looked comical.

"Good. That's the only time I ever want to see you cry, when you're happy."

"But they're gonna get puffy and I still have to tell my family and Chubs," You said while wiping your eyes.

He nodded. "Call me back once you've done that. I'm sure the members will want to know."

"Will do. And thank you...again."

He blew you a kiss with a wink. "Anything for you. Enjoy your day, Noona."

You blew a kiss back and waved, "See you later, then."

With that you ended the call, leaning back in your chair and staring at your laptop screen. A part of you was still processing the day's turn of events and it wasn't even the afternoon yet.

Placing your phone aside, you turned your gaze back to the email that started it all. A grin slowly took over your features as you read it again. You'd have to ask Jungkook for the log in details later on so you could review your application and learn more about studying there.

Who would you call first? Your mum or Chubs? You pondered on it for a little while before deciding that your mum deserved to know you would be leaving the country first.

You opened your contacts, thumb hovering over the call button beside her name. How did you word it? Barely an hour ago you were going to the uni you'd dreamed of attending, and now you were flying thousands of miles away to study.

Fuck it. There was no way of describing it in a way that didn't make it seem surreal. You'd just have to come out and say it straight. Tapping the call button, you brought your phone up to your ear and waited patiently for your mother to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me."

There was a pause. "Oh! Y/N! Sorry, I didn't recognise your voice for a second."

You scowled. "Didn't you check the caller ID before answering?"

"...No... but you hardly ever call. What's the occasion?"

You ran a hand through your hair and sat back in your seat. Here went nothing.

"I'm moving-"

"Well, obviously-"

"To Korea. I'm moving to Korea."

There was a beat of silence. Then she spoke.

"What? What about uni? Are you giving it up for that boy?"

"No. Of course not. I'm going to uni there."

She hummed in understanding. "I don't remember you applying for a Korean university."

"That's because I didn't. Jungkook applied on my behalf as a surprise."

Another bout of silence.

"That's... that's strange."

You glanced down at your lap where you fiddled with a thread on your pyjama top.

"I think it's sweet..." You explained how BigHit would pay for everything if you would let them hire you as a tutor.

"That's not the point, Y/N. You've only known this Jungkook for 6 months and he's already making you move to the other side of the world! That's not right!"

"He gave me a choice!" You said raising your voice. "I'm not doing it for him. I'm doing it for me, my education, my future career!"

"But... it's so far away... what about your family."

You sighed. "I need to make my own way through life. Do you know how hard it is to escape the shadows of 4 older siblings? I'll do whatever it takes to make my life in this family worth noticing."

The past anger from your childhood raised it's ugly head. The jealousy towards your older siblings who were always celebrated while you were forgotten.

"Y/N..."

"Don't. It's too late for whatever you're about to say. I forgave you because I wanted a relationship with the little ones, to make sure you weren't treating them like you were treating me. At least I can say thank you for being decent to them."

More silence. You hated the silence.

"I'll Skype after I leave, I don't want them missing me too much. And I'll try to stay in touch with Daniella and James. The other two will remain out of my life but you don't care since those two aren't your kids."

"And what about me?"

You shrugged despite her not being able to see. "Someone has to set up Skype for the children. Please don't fuck them up. They deserve better."

"... Okay... Just please... Make sure this is what you want and be safe."

"I will. Bye Ma."

With that you hung up. Was it really that hard for her to be happy for you for once?

You groaned loudly, taking off your glasses and pressing the heels of your palms into your eye sockets. You stayed like that for a minute to let all your emotions disperse until you were ready to call Chubs. You already knew she wouldn't give you a hard time; she wasn't like that. Taking a deep breath, you once again went through your contacts and tapped on Chubs. The phone barely rang once before she picked up.

"Hey...everything okay? You never usually ring."

"You'll never believe what Jungkook's surprise turned out to be."

You swore you heard her squeal in anticipation. "What did he do?!"

"He only went and applied to a Korean uni without me knowing and set up living arrangements for me in Korea. And, I got into the fucking uni!"

A beat of silence passed. "Are you fucking serious?!"

"Dead."

You nearly threw your phone when she screamed, practically deafening you.

"Yah! I like my hearing thank you!"

"I'm sorry!" She yelled. "I just can't believe- no, I take that back. I can believe it."

You chuckled. "I don't know what I'm going to do with him."

"First things first, explain everything to me."

"So apparently after my last visit Jungkook has been working his ass off to convince BigHit to pay for my tuition and accommodation. He managed to strike up a deal where they would as long as I tutored their idols in English. And he's also giving up part of his pay so I'll have a living allowance!"

She gasped. "Woah~ That's insanely generous of both Jungkook and BigHit. I bet you didn't quite know what to say."

"I teared up a bit. The idiot always makes me cry...in a good way."

"Any ideas on how you'll thank him yet?"

You took a moment to try and think of something. But your mind kept coming up blank. It was such a big gesture on his behalf that you couldn't match.

"Uuuh... not really..."

"I have a suggestion."

"Uhm, okay..."

There was a second of silence before she yelled, "SUCK HIS DICK!"

You chuckled awkwardly. "It's too soon for something like that... And stop suggesting that I suck his dick. That's your answer to everything."

"Only because it's a guy's answer to everything." You could almost hear her smirking down the line. "I'm just saying..."

"I don't think so, Chubs. If you'd spent the first few months of your relationship thousands of miles apart from your boyfriend would you suddenly suck his dick when you meet him again?"

"..."

"Oh my god! Seriously?!"

You could practically hear her shrug. "You've been together for two months. I'd say that's been a long enough wait."

You groaned. "You're impossible."

"You love it. You'll miss me when you're gone."

Tears began to form in your eyes as you were reminded of the friends you'd be leaving behind.

"I'll still message you over KKT. And I'll Skype you at least once a week!"

You hoped she couldn't hear how strained your voice was.

"Don't cry or you'll set me off!" She sniffed. So much for hiding it. "I'll miss dodging your attacks when you try to hit me for calling you cute."

"Now I'm going to have to deal with a muscle pig calling me cute!"

She chuckled, sniffing some more. "But you also get to cuddle your precious BunBun whenever you want. Instead of being thirteen hours away via plane, he'll be a short car drive or walk away."

"Oh god, I'm gonna end up being suffocated aren't I? He was very cuddly before we were even dating so I can only imagine how much more so he'll be..."

She awed loudly down the phone.

"He'll probably want to make up for the past two months. You make sure you give him cuddles. I don't want him messaging me saying he's deprived or something."

You shifted slightly in your seat. "I don't know if I'll be able to share a bed with him again now that I know that he knows I write stuff that isn't innocent."

She sighed. "All sucking dick jokes aside, I'm sure you'll find your own pace. It's not like you'll be living together."

Living together? Well he hadn't exactly said you'd be living separately...

"But what if we will be?!"

Chubs hummed in thought. "You said they would pay for accommodation, and I'm sure that doesn't mean in the dorm. And I highly doubt Jungkook would move out. So maybe you'll be in a university dorm. Or maybe have your own apartment!"

That was something. Though you had to admit, the thought of staying in a dorm where there was a high likelihood that no one spoke your first language terrified you. You were still learning Korean after all. You secretly prayed to have an apartment in that moment.

"Anyway," Chubs continued, noticing you'd gone quiet. "Don't worry too much. I'm sure he'll reveal all the details to you soon enough."

"He better because I'm not going to Korea unprepared."

She chuckled. "That's the last thing you need. I'm sure he'll tell you, one surprise is enough."

"I'm wondering how he comes up with these elaborate plans."

"Hmm, maybe the members help him out. To be honest, I didn't expect him to be so romantic when you told me all he's done for you.”

You chuckled because honestly, neither had you... but then again you didn't think he loved you until he kissed you in the airport.

"I'll ask him tonight about my accommodation. I want to know everything before I go. Although I doubt he'll tell me everything since he likes surprises and all."

It was her turn to chuckle, "True. I have to go now, I need to go to work."

You sighed, "You're always working."

"I know. But at least now I have a reason to save up so I can come visit you."

"Save up for uni instead! I'll see you later okay? I won't be leaving the country just yet."

"We'll have to do something before you go."

You agreed then hurriedly said goodbye as she desperately had to leave.

Hanging up, you got up and flopped onto your bed, feeling exhausted. Rolling your head to the side you eyed the cardboard box on your nightstand that you had been packing books into to take to university. You'd probably have to go through almost everything you already organised again since you weren't sure what you could even take to Korea with you. But then again, if you got your own apartment you could pretty much take everything with you. Not like you were in the position to leave much behind in the first place. You'd have to ask him. There was too much you didn't know to make any decisions yet.

You led there beside your shark plushie from the aquarium, staring at the ceiling and wondering how the fuck Jungkook had managed to keep the surprise from you for so long. You were still trying to process it. You might have told some people the news already but that didn't mean it had sunk in.

Jesus fuck, you were going to Korea. Finally close to Jungkook.

How would it change the dynamic of your relationship…? Maybe that's why you had the sex talk a month ago... maybe he was planning to take the next step when you arrived. Oh god. You weren't ready for that. A squeal slipped through your lips as you rolled over and pressed your face into the shark's belly.

Flashbacks to your time in Korea filled your head and made your chest clench in excitement. Being friends had come so naturally to the two of you, even when the distinct line of platonic love blurred and you'd wake up cuddled up together with only a cushion separating your bodies. Being in a relationship and together shouldn't be any different.

Your fingers ghosted over your lips as you tried to remember the sensation of being kissed by him. That was definitely one thing that would be different, no doubt about that. And with your elbow all healed he wouldn't have to help you change. Or feed you. God, you hated being spoon-fed. Though you let him, knowing that he was only trying to look after you and treat you as a Princess or a Queen...and now you were a Goddess. That's how you suggested he'd treat his girlfriend if you, a friend at the time, were royalty. You hoped he'd forgotten and didn't start calling you it. Kitten was enough. Well, Kitten, Jagiya and Noona was enough. You hoped he would stick to those three nicknames.

You sighed as anxiety and excitement battled it out in your tummy. You got the feeling their little war would last until you were finally reunited with Jungkook again.

A/N: So we’ll be taking a two week break as I need to focus on my uni work for a bit and @tragicshadows will be going on vacation with her family. We’ll be back as usual on the 1st November!

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shazyloren · 6 years

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Lustful Affair: Chapter 5 - Mistakes Made

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13083426/chapters/30068571

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Rey put her head in her hands.

You have got to be fucking kidding me. She could scream at herself for being so reckless.

Rose was even speechless which after just twenty four hours of knowing her, Rey knew was a feat no one would ever think possible.

He looked good.

Really good.

And suddenly more and more of the night before flooded her brain.

He'd called her baby girl, his baby girl.

Rey had never been given a pet name in bed before, and even though looking back she thought it was weird, in the moment it had been hot.

All of this ran through her mind within seconds.

He hadn't actually started the lecture yet and she had somehow got to sit through an hour of this.

An hour in an Engineering Lecture after she fucked her own Professor the night before.

If this wasn't god's way of punishing her for being so fucked up, she didn't know what was.

She remembered his text. The picture of her underwear.

She remembered how she gave him a blow job that very morning.

How she could've stayed even longer had it not been for her first day at Uni.

No one could've predicted this, no one.

Rey wondered how much older than her he was. She was twenty, he must be thiry at least. He was a little younger for a university professor.

Maybe he had skipped some years at school.

This is not the time to be thinking on his academic background.

This is the time to be thinking on how she was going to get through the year having had her Professor's dick in her mouth.

She did not know if she could stay in this lecture.

If she left it would be more obvious, she was in the middle of an isle.

She'd cause a disruption if she left and he'd definitely spot her then.

Remain quiet, that was her only option.

He'd started now, and she hadn't even wrote anything down.

Her hand wouldn't move.

She looked around and saw other's scribbling.

Do something, Rey. Write the date anything!

She managed that. She wrote her name and what unit they were covering.

He was already three slides in, Rose was going at super human speed writing it down.

Rey could sense she was tense though. Out of all the possibilities of what could've happened when they walked into this lecture hall, this was not one of them. "I'm screwed"

"You were" Rose smirked.

Rey felt her face froze as his voice sounded out. "Is there a reason you two are talking in my lecture?"

Shit.

Think, Rey, think.

She turned to him, and looked him directly in the eye.

His own eyes went wide, with fear and lust. A deadly combination.

There was the connection she'd felt before, the night before.

It jolted through her veins as he tried to compose himself.

The Student and Professor in the bedroom and in real life.

Life always had these little ironies.

Except this one was huge.

Everyone else's eyes were on them.

"Sorry, my friend has trouble hearing" Rey said abruptly. She felt Rose's intake of breath. "She didn't hear the last thing you said, so I was telling her. We didn't mean to disrupt

you"

Everyone around them were looking back at the professor, thinking nothing of this exchange.

Rey felt her loins become alight as his gaze burned into her. She could feel it all over her body.

It was like someone had set her on fire.

"Fair enough, Apologies Miss...."

"Kenobi" Rey finished his sentence for him.

His mouth twitched into the smallest smile.

"Well Miss. Kenobi, as we've wasted time by this interaction. Perhaps you could tell us all what area of Engineering you prefer" He put her on the spot. She did not like this game he was playing. And she would tell him so when this lecture ended.

"Technological engineering" Rey answered. "I've always prefered the practical application of products and processes over the design and development processes of a theoretical approach"

Kylo let Rey off of the hook after that.

The rest of the lecture went by in a flurry, thankfully for Rey.

She wanted to get out of there as quick as possible.

Not only had she fucked her Professor, she'd then proceeded to be quizzed by him in front of everyone.

It was enough to make her feel embarrassed for a week.

She was reliving their night together for the last few minutes of the lecture.

And it was hot.

She couldn't believe all the places and surfaces in his house they'd done it on.

All the positions he'd taken her in.

There was a part of her, even as his student, that did not regret it at all. It was almost a sexual awakening for her. She learnt more in her few hours with him than she'd ever done so before.

And as she remembered parts of the evening more clearly, she found her heartbeat speed up.

"Rey, lecture's done" Rose whispered.

Rey coughed as everyone around them got up.

"What the fuck just happened?" Rey sighed as she got up. She'd have to walk by him to leave.

"Your worst nightmare?" Rose offered.

"Maybe" Rey rubbed her head.

This is one big clusterfuck of a mess.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, 'Professor Organa' was packing up. No one was talking to him.

And she really should speak with him.

Rose could sense that she wanted too. "I'll wait for you outside the door - don't be too long, though. Library calls"

Pretty much everyone had cleared out by the time she approached him, books in hand and hair in a mess after having not had enough time to dry it.

"Hey" Rey said cooly.

He stiffened, she could visibly see it. "Miss. Kenobi"

"Kylo, the rooms empty" He stood up at her words and looked around.

"Rey, you didn't tell me you were an engineer student last night" He whispered, hoping there wasn't anyone still lurking about.

"And you didn't tell me you were a university professor" Rey shot back.

"Touche" He agreed. "Second time you've bested me"

"Well I had to say something" Rey shrugged. "You pressured me"

"Is she really hard of hearing?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No, it was ill advised to say she was but I panicked" Rey shrugged. "You put me on the spot"

He smiled.

Rey felt a shiver in her body.

"We need to put last night aside" Rey continued. "It was, wonderful and exciting. But I got to university, which was a big enough feat for someone from Jakku, I'm not messing up this opportunity"

He studied her, she felt like a book filled with knowledge. And she'd revealed she was from Jakku, another mistake.

"Agreed" He nodded. "I sweat blood for this job, I'd like to keep it"

There was a small silence again.

He reached into the depth of his bag and pulled out a small black item.

Her knickers.

"Why were you carrying them around?" Rey scrunched her face up.

"So I could keep them safe" He shrugged.

"You're a weirdo, Professor Organa" Rey took them from him and stuffed them in the bottom of her bag.

They stood awkwardly for a bit.

"Sorry, just remembering you this morning" He said before putting his bag over his shoulder.

"You mean me with your-"

"Yes" He laughed.

"Sorry, you've got to handle that stuff yourself now" Rey said. He rolled his eyes. "Thanks for understanding"

"No problems - now go. I wouldn't want to keep your friend waiting"

They parted after that, Rey almost felt sad.

But study for her degree was what she wanted.

Even if at this moment in time she wanted Professor Organa more.

#rey #ben solo #ben organa #kylo ren #star wars #reylo

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Not the Norm - July 23rd

This was written as a collab between @emetoandotherthings and myself, @its-a-goddamn-heartbreak, using her OCs Aiden and Aleks, and my OCs Darragh and Orlaith. It features a character with CVS and a hospital scene, so I guess content warnings for vomit and hospitals!

Darragh woke reluctantly.

It started off as that vague awareness of self that pulls you out of sleep, the nagging sensation that the rest of the world is waiting, as though sleep were the sea and he was swimming upwards. Then little fragments of life started to slip into his consciousness - the stale dryness of his mouth, the numb tingle of his shoulder and his upper arm - and it was like he saw the surface and suddenly didn’t want to reach it anymore.

A husky moan slipped past his lips. He still wasn’t fully awake, but he was too close to it to have a hope of falling back asleep. At first, all he could really focus on was the dreadful churning in his tummy; it was as though his stomach was on spin cycle with no clothes in, just bubbly liquid going round and round and round, and it made his brain feel blurry.

Gradually, he began to register other things. His head hurt. His lips were dry. His mouth felt like he’d been swallowing sand. Most importantly, he wasn’t actually in his bed. At that realisation, his eyes fluttered open and he was awake. Then a number of things became clear to him in very quick succession. Firstly, he was slumped on the cold floor of the bathroom, half draped over the toilet. That was why his arm was numb and his back ached and his legs were cramping. Secondly, he was walking the line between dehydrated and seriously dehydrated like it was a tightrope…and he was not a very confident funambulist.

Thirdly, he was about to be violently ill. Again.

“Huuuuuuurrrrrk“

His stomach jerked, as if on cue, and he rolled his face off his arm as he heaved unproductively. He sat panting, his head hanging low, one arm braced across the toilet seat and the other wrapped tightly around his cavorting tummy. He rested his head against his forearm to try and stop the dizzying pounding. It was all starting to come back to him - the rude, early morning awakening as his dinner clawed its way out of his throat, the mad scramble for the bathroom only ten minutes later, and then ten minutes after that, and ten minutes after that until he was too weak to get back to bed, the wretched monotony of retching and spitting and forcing down fluids and the brief sleepy reprieve before it all came right back up. A swooping wave of nausea rippled through him with a shudder, and his legs writhed against the cold tiles as he gasped.

“Bruuaaarrrrk”

Another heave tore at his throat, catching him by surprise leaving him choking on air. Coughing and gagging he heaved again, his back arching expectantly, but nothing came up. He slumped back down, shoulders still shuddering every few seconds with wretched, painful retches that scratched their way up from his gurgling stomach and raked along his tender throat. This was awful. He scrabbled through the Lucozade bottles next to him, desperate to at least have something to throw up. A weight sank in his chest when they all came up empty, and a sob broke loose. He was exhausted and sore and lonely and this was the worst episode he’d had in months, maybe even years. He’d told Orlaith that he’d be fine and that she needn’t worry, but that had been at least twelve hours ago and he really needed someone now. Someone to soothe the overworked muscles in his chest and abdomen. Someone to make sure he didn’t pass out on the bathroom floor without even a mat to lie on. Someone to reassure him that this pain wouldn’t last forever. Before he knew it, he was crying uncontrollably.

“Hmmmmmmk,” he gagged through tight lips as sobs swelled in his chest. His eyes itched, but no tears came. There was next to no saliva in his mouth either despite the nauseous whirlwind deep in his gut, he realised with a jolt. Even if his mam wasn’t a nurse he’d have known that this was bad.

He fumbled in his pocket for his phone. Pride be damned, if he left it any longer to call for help he might pass out on the floor and not be found for hours. As he tried to lift his head, his vision spun as though he’d been on a whirligig and black dots danced before his eyes. Bad idea. The woozy feeling snaked its way down to the pit of his stomach, and his phone dropped to the floor with a clatter as he lurched forwards for a renewed onslaught of dry heaving. When he finally managed to pick it back up, he realised how violently his hands were shaking, the exhaustion of throwing up nearly a hundred times in one day catching up with him. He snuck a glance at the time before hitting the speed dial. 11:25. Orlaith would probably still be up, he thought in relief as the phone rang. He closed his eyes while he was waiting, hoping to stem the floaty, distant feeling that was spreading across him like a blanket.

“Darragh? Babe?!” Orlaith’s voice sounded frantic. “Please wake up love.”

Her voice cracked at the end of the sentence and he forced his eyes open with extraordinary effort. Orlaith loomed over him, her lower lip trembling, and when he opened his eyes she flung her arms around him with a sob. He returned the hug with trembling arms, trying to absorb her solid warmth.

“Don’ cry love.” His voice crackled, and his attempt to clear his throat nearly made him start heaving again. “ ‘s no’ that bad.”

She drew back, and slapped him in the arm. “It is absolutely that bad you feckin’ idiot, you passed out in the time it took for a call to connect,” she choked out. “Don’t you dare ever scare me like that again.”

“Hey,” he began indignantly. “You can’t hit me I’m -”

He cut himself off with a strangled heave, too exhausted to lean back over the toilet when he knew nothing would come of it. Orlaith pulled him back into her arms and he whimpered against her shoulder, his breathing ragged. The weight of her arm round his back and the steady rise and fall of her chest made him feel more centred than he had all day. After a moment, she lifted a fresh bottle of Lucozade to his lips and he drank greedily.

“Small sips!” She admonished, pulling the bottle away before he could drink too much at once, and stroking her fingers through his sweaty hair. “I’ve called a cab to take us to the hospital, do you still keep an overnight bag packed?”

Darragh nodded wearily, his head too heavy on his neck. He’d managed to avoid being hospitalised for the six months that they’d been at uni, but luckily his paranoia about hospital gowns and boredom had prevented him from doing away with the bag he kept packed for nights under observation.

“Hung on the door,” he croaked, “you can’t miss it.”

It was, in fact the same rucksack that he’d kept for that purpose since he was little, so there was no way she’d mistake it for anything else. She helped him drink some more Lucozade, feeding him like a baby bird, then propped him against the wall as she went to get it. When she returned there was someone else with her.

“Awww mate, if I’d known you were this sick I’d have done something sooner…”

Darragh looked up. Connor, who had the bedroom next to his, stood in the doorway a guilty look of shock plastered across his face.

“Babe, Connor’s going to help you down the stairs. You’re too tall for me these days,” Orlaith explained, crouching down to rub his arm reassuringly.

The journey to the hospital was a bit hazy for Darragh, and the bits he could remember he’d rather he didn’t. The first time they’d tried to stand him up he’d promptly vomited and passed out. The second attempt had been more successful, but he had a vague recollection of sitting on the landing and sobbing that he couldn’t go any further. The taxi ride had been hell, every bump and turn and red light sending nausea spiralling through his stomach until he moaned in pain. He was pretty sure they’d been charged double for the trip after Darragh had spewed Lucozade and bile all over the old towel in Orlaith’s lap, even though none of it had touched the upholstery.

“When ‘m I seein’ th’ doctor?” He slurred hoarsely.

Orlaith ran her fingers lightly through his curls, hushing him. “Soon, I’m sure babe. They’re just a bit busy tonight, but it’ll be soon.”

She glanced around. It was a Friday night, and half the people there were completely hammered, and had blood oozing from scrapes or limbs bent at funny angles. The clock above the nurse’s desk told her that they’d been there for two hours already, and in that time Darragh had gone through a bottle and a half of Lucozade and ten emesis basins. He was curled shivering around his aching stomach, spread awkwardly across two plastic chairs with his head in her lap. His forehead was still clammy, but he’d stopped sweating some time ago and it terrified her. The more rational part of her understood that compared to drunks who were bleeding out or little old ladies with pneumonia, Darragh just simply wasn’t a priority case, but mostly she was horrified that someone so clearly dehydrated who couldn’t stop vomiting for more than ten minutes at a time could be left to suffer for so long.

“Uhhhhh,“ he groaned miserably, nuzzling his face into her knee. His face, which was usually pale anyway, was practically grey, his lips a tight, tense white, the only colour the red spider’s web of burst capillaries under his eyes and across his nose.

“I know love, I know,” she whispered, rubbing his arm gently. She held the bottle to his lips again. “Drink something for me.”

He pursed his lips, shaking his head minutely. “Don’ wanna be sick again,” he said, composure crumbling at the end of the sentence. He could barely hear the loud chatter of the waiting room that surrounded him, he was so sick. He had reached a point where everything felt very far away and the only thing that was real was the lancing pain in his abdomen and the pitching roll of his belly.

Orlaith put the bottle away. The last thing he needed was for her to make him cry, and they’d put him on a drip soon anyway she was certain. She was trying desperately to think of something to say to reassure him, when she heard his name being called from the desk. She hauled him up as gently as she could and together they staggered down the corridor to see the doctor.

“My name is Dr Torrance, and I will be your doctor today.”

The doctor snapped on a fresh pair of latex gloves as Orlaith eased Darragh into a chair, where he curled forward with a groan.

“Can you tell me your symptoms?”

“He has CVS.” Orlaith explained matter-of-factly. “He’s having a bad flare up and he’s dehydrated. The doctors at home usually give him Promethazine when he gets like this.” She looked up at him expectantly.

Dr Torrance nodded thoughtfully. “Thank you young lady, but if I wanted a diagnosis I would have asked for one. What I asked for, however, were his symptoms, and I would like Darragh to tell me them himself.”

Darragh took an instant dislike to this man, with his plummy, rounded accent, and his smarmy, fake smile, and his holier-than-thou attitude. He’d met plenty of doctors like this before - doctors who were determined to prove how clever they were even if it made them look stupid. And he suspected that this was one of the many doctors who would want to re-diagnose him from scratch. He forced himself to sit up straighter. The longer he took to talk, the longer it would be until they put him in a bed with a nice drip and hopefully a sedative.

“Been vomiting all day,” he began scratchily. “Four or six bouts an hour, since six o'clock. Couldn’t keep anything down, not even water. Even once I’ve thrown up, I don’t stop feeling sick, and my stomach has been really hurting. I’m cold and dizzy and I can’t stop shaking and I…” He broke off, pressing his eyes closed as he swallowed down a retch. “I realised I stopped sweating at about eleven. That’s when I called my girlfriend to bring me here.”

The doctor scribbled some notes on a pad, and then looked back up. “You said four or six? They’re quite different numbers.”

Darragh breathed deeply through his nose. “Sorry. Between four and six.”

Darragh slumped over to lean against Orlaith. She was still clutching a kidney bowl in her lap, and the look on her face was halfway between bewildered and furious.

“Thank you Mr Macbride, I just need to do a quick physical exam and then this will be over.”

Obediently, Darragh manoeuvred himself onto the bed to allow the doctor to poke and prod at his glands and his stomach. He was proud of himself - he only twisted over to puke once in the whole exam, even though the urge to retch pushed at the base of his throat with every press of the doctor’s fingers.

“Well,” said the doctor once they were all sat down again. “I think you probably caught a stomach bug which developed into a bad case of gastroenteritis, which is why you’ve been so sick. As you are now severely dehydrated, I’d like to keep you under observation overnight so we can push fluids and maybe give you some Ondansetron to stop the vomiting. We’ll run some blood tests too, just to make sure it’s nothing more serious, but I’m sure it will clear up over the next twenty four hours.”

Darragh buried his head in the crook of Orlaith’s neck, dreading the night ahead. He should have expected this really. Orlaith didn’t remember all the times that his mum had been told to stop overreacting when he was a kid, up to the point that the doctors had started investigating for Munchausen by proxy. She didn’t remember all the times that he’d been sent home because it was ‘just a stomach bug’, all the raised eyebrows and conversations between nurses when they thought he was asleep, but he did. Of course it would be like this at a hospital that didn’t know him or his family, and the doctors had probably never seen a case like this.

“No.”

Darragh started in surprise at the firmness in Orlaith’s tone.

“That’s not good enough.”

“I’m sorry young lady?”

Darragh could hear the anger and indignation simmering under Dr Torrance’s calm facade over the fact that he’d been challenged by a teenage girl.

“I said, it’s not good enough. He has a diagnosis of Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome, and he has a treatment plan that I gave in at the desk, and you’re choosing to ignore it. That’s not good enough. If you’d read it, you’d know that Ondansetron doesn’t work. If you give him that he won’t sleep, he’ll just be sick all night long and he won’t be miraculously better in the morning. Most of the drugs don’t really work. He needs Promethazine, or this could last for a week!”

Dr Torrance raised an eyebrow. “I have examined your boyfriend, and I have determined that this is gastroenteritis. I don’t make decisions based on the medical advice of little girls and doctors that I’ve never met. I’ve never heard of this ‘syndrome’ and for all I know you’ve invented it to get your hands on drugs.”

Orlaith gasped in outrage. “How dare you even…”

Darragh clasped her hand. “Not worth it babe. Go home, get some sleep, I’ll pull through.” He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. He needed to vomit again, he could feel it, but that would fairly ruin his whole ‘I got this’ spiel, so he prayed his stomach would stay put until she left. She looked like she wanted to argue, so he kissed her again and nodded reassuringly even though his head felt like it was clamped in a vice.

“Visiting hours start at ten,” Dr Torrance chipped in vindictively as she left the room.

***

“Krrrrcckkk! Hrrrrccchhkk!” From one of the cubicles on the ward Aiden could hear rough, empty retching interspersed by weak sobs. Glancing down the list of admittees and their reasons for being in the Acute Observation Ward and when his eyes fell on a patient who had ‘Severe Gastroenteritis’ scrawled next to his name he was pretty sure he’d found the source of the retching.

As he pulled at the edge of the curtain he saw a young man, so pale he looked ghastly, lying on his side with a sick bowl wedged in between his pillow and the metal rail. He barely moved his head as Aiden entered, seemingly too weak to do so, but his eyes followed Aiden as he picked up his chart at the end of his bed.

“Darragh, is it?” Aiden asked and the young man responded with a disconsolate noise in his throat. “I’m just going to take your temperature, okay?”

“Alri-hrrrrkk! Ugh…” Darragh nodded, his hand wrapped around his stomach and his adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat as he tried to prevent himself from retching further.

“Has your nausea not died down at all?” Aiden paused and checked the admittance time, he’d been in for nearly three hours - surely the Ondansetron he’d been prescribed should have kicked in by now.

“No… not - gonna work…” Darragh forced out a croak, Aiden could see that his lips were cracked and beginning to bleed when he moved them. “Not… gastroenteritis… Brrrruaaaaarrrkkk!” His whole body jerked forward with the strength of the convulsion and Aiden snapped into action, he grabbed the wedged emesis bin before it spilled all over the bed and scooped Darragh up so he was more upright in the bed. He was so weak that he flopped limply into Aiden’s arm, still choking and retching although bringing nothing up.

“Alright, alright…” Aiden helped Darragh to lean forward, his face was screwed up as though in pain as with every breath his chest heaved further and the retches sounded drier and drier.

“ Auuurrgggh… ‘M gonna - tear my oesophagus again…” He mumbled, trying to swallow back a further gag, closing his eyes because staring at the sick bowl was like tempting fate when there was nothing left inside him.

“Again?” Aiden rubbed his hand soothingly across the young man’s shoulder blades, feeling every jolt and lurch.

“When I was 11 an’ - 14 an’ 16…” Darragh rested his head back, his entire digestive tract felt like it’d been gouged out with a fork and breathing in now felt like fingernails dragging over raw skin. Hot tears spiked at the back of Darragh’s eyes as a wave of self-pity washed over him. “Please…” Darragh pleaded, his blue eyes staring up into Aiden’s face. “I need Promethazine…”

“Promethazine?” Aiden said blankly and Darragh nodded, tears leaking down his cheeks.

“It’s not… not gastroenteritis,” Darragh grabbed Aiden’s hand unexpectedly, and for someone who seemed so weak his grip was vice-like on Aiden. “I’ve - I’ve got - hrrrrrkk!” An unexpected heave had burst out of Darragh’s mouth and Aiden could feel the hand gripping onto him trembling fiercely. “Cyclical - vomiting syndrome… It won’t stop - without - Promethazine…”

“Cyclical vomiting syndrome?” Aiden frowned, trying to ease his wrist out of Darragh’s grip as he was beginning to lose sensation in his fingers; he knew he’d heard of that before but he couldn’t place where.

“Yeah…” Darragh nodded, his face looking hopeful that Aiden was listening to him. “There’s - treatment plan, in my bag…” His speech was beginning to slow down now, as though he was having to put an extra effort into making his mouth form the words.

“Do you mind if I take a look?” Aiden requested, watching as Darragh sagged back against his pillow; his face looked clammy and pale, except from the patches of red across his nose and around his eyes from the force of vomiting for so long.

“Please do,” Darragh mumbled; Aiden unzipped the toy story bag and pulled out a plastic wallet with a wad of paper inside it. He leant gently against the railing of the bed as he unfastened the stud and began to look through the contents; there were charts in which there was clear documentation of “episodes”, a medication list signed by a GP, and more generic information which Aiden thumbed through quickly. Pausing at the front page his eyes scanned over the first few lines of informatory text: ’ Cyclical Vomiting Syndrome (CVS) is a rare vomiting disorder most commonly seen in children, although it can affect adults too.’

“CVS…” Aiden mouthed, wracking his brain for where that rung a bell and feeling frustrated when it seemed just out of reach.

“Most people haven’t heard of it,” Darragh said weakly, “like that idiot Torrance…”

“Aleks!” The answer had sprung into Aiden’s brain and Darragh jumped slightly at the suddenness of this exclamation; Aiden’s eyes were wide as a grin spread across his face, then he looked a little embarrassed at having frightened his patient. “Sorry… I just remembered, one of the trainee doctors here has CVS, perhaps I could try and get him to come see you?”

“Lord, anyone who might help, yes!” Darragh cried, then put his hand to his throat, screwing up his face in pain.

“I’ll see if he’s on shift,” Aiden nodded instantly, “I’ll be back shortly to let you know.” Aiden began to leave the cubicle, but Darragh’s voice came from behind him again.

“Nurse?”

“Yes?” Aiden paused at the edge of the cubicle and turned round.

“What’s your name?” Darragh inquired.

“Aiden,” he responded with a smile.

“Thanks Aiden…” Darragh said, and it sounded like he really meant it.

Aiden hoped that Aleks hadn’t moved on from the last rotation, because then he could be anywhere in the hospital and tracking down a trainee doctor was notoriously hard as most of the doctors and consultants hadn’t bothered to learn their names. Nurses were the lifeblood of the hospital, if anyone could help it would be them, but Aiden still felt a little nervous entering the orthopedic ward and approaching the Ward Charge nurse on shift.

“Hi, I was wondering if Dr. Wójcik is here?” Aiden asked, crossing his fingers as he leant on the desk.

“Wójcik… Long hair, right?�� The nurse responded, flicking through a list stuck onto their whiteboard. “Yes, he’s just finished actually, he should be in the locker room.”

“Thanks, that’s great,” Aiden nodded in appreciation.

Aiden’s pass wouldn’t let him into the locker room, clearly his authorisation only extended to the areas in which he was supposed to be working, so he hung about outside the door, hoping that Aleks hadn’t already left - and wondering how long he could stay here before getting into trouble for not being on the ward. Finally he heard the beep of the door and Aleks emerged, changed out of his doctors scrubs with his bag on his back, clearly ready to go home.

“Aleks,” Aiden caught him unawares and he jumped slightly. “I know you’re off shift and about to go home, but I need a favour?”

“What kind of favour?” Aleks asked, looking slightly alarmed.

“Don’t worry,” Aiden reassured. “I’ve got a patient in Acute Medical who’s claiming to have Cyclical Vomiting Syndrome, but the doctor who admitted him has diagnosed it as severe gastroenteritis…”

“Ah… that old chestnut,” Aleks rolled his eyes. “You want me to come and see this guy?”

“If you don’t mind that would be great,” Aiden nodded, sighing in relief. “He’s really distressed, he’s been vomiting for over 15 hours now and he’s worried he’s going to tear his oesophagus.”

“I’ll come down, I can’t promise I can do anything, but I’ll give it a try,” Aleks agreed, matching Aiden’s footsteps as he returned to the ward.

Aiden’s heart started racing in his chest as he saw Dr. Whitelaw standing waiting at the desk and he looked confused as Aleks joined them at the desk.

“I didn’t think you were back on this ward Dr Wójcik,” he commented; Aleks had done an eight week placement in Acute Medical before moving on to Orthopedics.

“I’m not,” Aleks replied, “but Aiden came to find me because-”

“H’kkkkrrrrccchh!” A loud, harsh retch rang out across the ward.

“I’m assuming that’s the patient you were talking about,” Aleks indicated and Aiden nodded.

“Ah yes, Darragh Macbride,” Dr. Whitelaw said. “The Ondansetron doesn’t appear to be subduing his nausea.”

“It won’t if he’s got CVS,” Aleks stated firmly, “in fact, it’s likely to only make it worse. Do you mind if I speak to him?”

“Feel free,” he nodded; Aiden led Aleks to the right cubicle and drew back the curtain for him to enter. Darragh was looking worse than he had when Aiden had left, pale and drawn and clearly sapped of all energy.

“This is the trainee doctor I’d mentioned,” Aiden indicated; Darragh was breathing heavily, his chest rolling in such a way that it was clear he was fighting off renewed urges to retch, but he managed to nod slightly. “Do you mind if I show him your treatment plan?” Darragh gave a tiny shake of his head, Aiden picked up the plastic wallet that was on the end of the bed and handed it to Aleks, who rifled through it expertly.

“Has it been this bad before?” Aleks asked.

“Couple of times…” Darragh’s voice was so weak that it was almost difficult to hear.

“And you normally get prescribed Promethazine, yeah?”

“Yes…” Suddenly Darragh’s face changed, his eyes screwed up and his lip began to tremble as tears dribbled out and down his cheeks.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry,” Aiden grabbed a tissue from the box on the cabinet and very gently dabbed at the tears rolling down Darragh’s face, giving Darragh’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze simultaneously.

“It - ulp - hurts so much…” His hands moved to his ribs, holding them tightly to stop the pain, but his breathing was ragged as more tears poured out. “I need Promethazine… and Orlaith…”

“Orlaith is your…?” Aiden questioned slowly, still squeezing Darragh’s shoulder tightly.

“Girlfriend…” Darragh supplied, then his breath hitched in his chest and he barrelled forwards: “G’kkrrrrch! Krrrrcccchh! Hrrrrkk!”

“Take some deep breaths, follow me, in… out…” Aleks was round the other side of the bed from Aiden, his hand on Darragh’s upper arm and maintaining eye contact with him as he encouraged him to breathe. Darragh took a shuddering breath in with Aleks and Aiden could hear it catching in his throat as it wheezed out. Aiden thought he was trembling, but realised as he moved his hand to rub across Darragh’s shoulders that Darragh was quaking like a leaf caught in a hurricane.

“It’s okay,” Aiden muttered calmly, but he caught Aleks’ eye.

“This isn’t acceptable,” Aleks stated firmly as Darragh slowly began to calm his breathing back down to a normal rate. “I’m going to speak to Dr. Whitelaw, see if he can change your medication. He might not listen to me, but it’s worth a try.”

“Thank you…” Darragh’s eyes looked like they might be about to well up again, but Aleks patted him resolutely on his arm.

“It’s just what we with CVS have to do to make people listen, isn’t it?” Aleks said, then he left the cubicle; Aiden was just about to follow him when Darragh reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“Thank you, too…” He nodded. “You’ve gone out of your way…” Aiden shook his head with a smile.

“I’m a nurse, it’s what I do…” He shrugged, but felt that warm glow of satisfaction that was part of the reason that he’d decided to go into nursing instead of medicine. “Aleks is great, he should be able to talk Dr. Whitelaw round for you.”

“I really appreciate it…” Darragh repeated, he was rubbing his hand across his thin chest again and he began to sit slightly more upright. “‘T’s gonna happen ag - hrrrrrruuuurrrk!!”

“You’re alright,” Aiden resumed rubbing circles into Darragh’s back, waiting for Aleks and Dr Whitelaw to come and, hopefully, relieve some of Darragh’s suffering.

It wasn’t long before Aleks was popping his head round the curtain again, Dr Whitelaw in tow. Aiden shifted quickly out of the way as the doctor approached the side of the bed.

“Mr Macbride? Dr Wójcik tells me you’ve been misdiagnosed, and I have to say that since seeing the results of your blood work I agree with him.”

From the corner of the cubicle, Aleks smirked triumphantly, looking like the cat that got the cream and the fish heads too. Aiden caught his eye and gave him a grateful smile; he didn’t mind sitting up with people, but he’d have hated to watch the poor boy suffer all night. It wasn’t, he had to admit, just a case of how distressed the boy seemed to be - it was partly because he was close enough to McKenzie’s age for Aiden to feel oddly protective of him.

“I’m going to change the medication over, and then when you’re feeling a bit better we can have a chat about how to make sure this doesn’t happen again,” Dr Whitelaw explained, giving Darragh a fatherly pat on the shoulder.

Darragh’s eyes fluttered shut in relief. “Th..thank you doctor,” he breathed, and Aiden could see some of the tension draining from his shoulders. “Oh God, thank you so much.”

As the doctor fiddled with the medication in Darragh’s IV, Aiden moved to stand by Aleks.

“I appreciate your help on this,” he murmured, keeping his voice low enough that the doctor wouldn’t hear. “I’m not sure I could have made this happen.”

Aleks shrugged. “You’d have found a way. I’ve seen you working remember, you move mountains for the people under your care. But it was good of you to come and get me, it’s good for him to know that there are other people out there who understand what he’s going through. It can be pretty lonely sometimes…” He trailed off, watching pensively as Darragh curled into himself with a shudder.

“It was good of you to come when you’re not even on shift,” Aiden countered, moving to the bed and straightening out the sheets as soon as Dr Whitelaw left the cubicle. “Speaking of, you can go now if you want. I’ve got everything under control here.”

Aleks drummed a pattern out on the bed rail with his fingertips, taking a long moment before he replied.

“I think I’ll stay here for a bit. At least until the meds kick in. It’s miserable being sick in one of these places by yourself.”

Aiden nodded, still fussing a bit over the equipment and making sure there was a clean emesis bowl on the bedside table. He’d been a bit surprised by what Aleks had said about him, but he’d noticed pretty much the same things about the trainee doctor whenever they’d worked the ward together.

“You don’t have to do that. Really. I’ll be fine.” Darragh croaked, and Aiden jumped slightly. He’d been lying so still and quiet that Aiden had hoped he might have drifted off.

Rolling his eyes, Aleks drew a chair up to the side of the bed.

“Of course I don’t, but if you don’t mind I’d like to anyway,” he said gently, laying a reassuring hand on Darragh’s shoulder. “Would it be ok?”

Darragh nodded tiredly. “Thank you, both of you, so much,” he whispered.

Aleks shook his head, rubbing his hand over Darragh’s shoulder as Aiden made some final notes on his chart.

“No worries, it’s what we do. Besides,” he added with a conspiratorial smile, “this way I can have breakfast with my boyfriend when I get home, instead of just falling asleep like I normally do. So when you think about it, this is benefitting me personally really!”

Darragh chuckled weakly, but both Aiden and Aleks could hear the strain behind it. The meds wouldn’t kick in for a bit yet, and while he looked less distressed than earlier, he had to be feeling pretty lousy.

Aiden watched for a few more minutes as Aleks talked softly to the boy - telling him about some crazy stunt his flat mates pulled, asking him about his girlfriend, his hand never leaving his shoulder - before slipping out and back to his desk. Aleks had this under control. It was going to be alright.

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It has been just over a year since the day we took the leap and moved to London. So far it’s been a great journey and we have done so many things, some planned, other spontaneous and completely unexpected! To see what we have done from our London list just check out our old blog <<Things to do in London: Our Lists>>and whatever has been marked in red is what we have managed to do. This blog is going to be about all the things that happened that weren’t on that list.

The first Steps

When planning to come to England we had originally planned to go to Barnsley, as we had friends living there with jobs waiting for us. That, however, didn’t happen and with our tickets and bags packed we flew to London, where we would stay with other friends, who had just rented a flat and were more than happy to give us a place to stay until we sorted ourselves out. We slept on a very comfortable floor in their living room while looking for jobs and a place to live. It took us a month…So big thanks to Mike and Taylor who put up with us! We couldn’t have done it without you!

Our flat in Acton Town

We eventually found a small flat on the third floor on a quiet street in Acton Town. Three bedroomed with one bathroom, a kitchen and a tiny extra room and a shared garden. A couple from Spain were already living in one of the rooms when we moved in. Today they are more than housemates…they are now our koumbaros ( to be)! We never knew what to expect from house sharing, especially Pantelis who had never done it before. Sometimes I think that if it wasn’t for these guys we wouldn’t have stuck it out for so long. It is so hard to find the time to meet people and friends as everyone’s schedule varies, it can make London a lonely place to be. Having friends to come home to has been a blessing!The third room was eventually occupied by Felicity, a Kiwi who’s character reminds me of Fibi from friends! Although she left us when her contract run out we haven’t let her go and we usually see each other whenever there is a party going down. Her room is now taken by Rhys a young English lad that knows more about Greek Mythology than I do! As usual, most people we meet are invited to visit us in Greece and so the Spanish koumbaros took us up on our word and paid us a visit when we ourselves had popped home for a couple of weeks! Soon it will be our turn to visit Spain!!!

View of the garden from our kitchen Window

Our extra mini living room!

View from our bedroom!

Our bedroom!

The street we live on!

Our kitchen!

Finding work

My first job was in retail on one of the busiest streets in Europe. I worked for 3 months in oxford circus and it was manic! I threw myself into the deep end by training to be floor manager as someone had seen potential in me. It was the Christmas period and didn’t have time to get into the Christmas spirit as the speed of London life started to kick in. I decided it wasn’t for me. I longed to be a part of a team where I felt equal, where people weren’t just numbers and where I could look forward to going to work. Plus I was in London…here I could go for my dreams! I found a job in a tiny coffee shop on the underground station where I live. It was a few minutes walk from home and the atmosphere seemed really friendly. The Apple Tree is where I am currently working! It has been a great experience as the owner and staff have always been supportive and therefore I have always been able to go for auditions and various classes.Meanwhile, I have been learning the trades of the business as this would be an ideal family business to set up back in Greece.

Work with the Boss!

Christmas time with my girls in The Apple Tree!

With Dame Elizabeth Nneka Anionwu

Taking up classes

I miss being a student. I love learning and continuously challenging myself. In London, there is no excuse for not developing and growing your knowledge as there are classes, seminars and workshops on almost anything you can imagine! Having had some singing experience I decided I wanted to learn properly from the beginning so I completed a six-week course on Singing for Beginners with London City Academy. I thoroughly enjoyed it and I would have gone straight for the next one, however, I needed to save money for them and by the time I had, I had met an Actor (in the coffee shop funnily enough) who ran his own classes. So my next lessons would be on Advanced Acting for Film and Tv with Totally Lit. I completed this course right before Christmas and although I had hoped for more doors to have opened I still thoroughly enjoyed each lesson as we had a great group of people and sometimes all you need is to be around people with similar dreams and aspirations to be inspired and motivated! Since these classes, I have gone back to singing lessons as I have managed to find work as a singer in the past and therefore this could be more of an investment. However, I have them privately with a very talented young singer whom I met after we both applied to be in a girl band. Nothing came of the band but I gained a new friend and a great teacher, Tamsyn Miller or else known as Chess Countess!

The auditions

Yes, this is the City of opportunity and sometimes it feels great just to be surrounded by it! Other times you realise that so many people have moved here for the same reasons! The competition is high! Nobody really tells you what you should do if you want to <<make it>>. There is no particular system or structure. All the success stories vary so you have to find your own way.While applying for various things I managed to get some time on set as an extra. In fact, I even managed to persuade Pantelis to come along with me one day and Atenea (Spanish housemate) another! I was so happy Pantelis got to see the inside of the world I would love to be in! The world of film! Amongst all the real auditions there are fake ones…Scams, companies that make you believe you are special and great and then ask for money for you to get this <<job>> or for you to be on their books. I have had the pleasure of being a part of a few projects for a film student, Oriane , a promising cinematographer who intends to make powerful work. Other than that I can’t say I have been greatly successful but I can’t say I failed either because I tried and I will keep trying, one way or another!

Atenea and I with the girls we met on set!

Matching outfits!

Chilling on set!

Enjoy the sun and movie making!

The shows/ catching up with friends.

One of the things I have enjoyed the most has been seeing familiar faces from back in the uni days! I had a chance to catch up with Melissa who is a bloody hilarious and talented young woman! Seriously, watch out here she comes! Her shows are entertaining and yet thought provoking. I managed to watch her show Something Borrowed before it went to the Edinburgh fringe festival! We had also been to watch a show together called Free Admission by Ursula Martinez. Pantelis joined me on an evening of shows performed by various companies at a venue called Slam. One of the performers was my friend Richard Staplehurst who had written a spoken word piece. In the same year at uni as Richard and I, was Ness who had her birthday last year in a pub that had a stand-up comedy show! A few good laughs, a few good drinks and friends, is the recipe for a great night! Just before Christmas, I had booked a show to take a couple of our friends we had staying from Greece. A modern kind of panto by the Sleeping Trees called Scrooge and the seven dwarves. This is an award-winning theatre company created by a group of guys that went to the same Uni as me, just a couple of years below me! They are geniuses and if you can ever watch a show of theirs do!!! When my sister had paid us a visit with Vasilis we went to watch the Lion King! !WOW ! Brilliant performance!!! The music, the dancing the characters were exactly how they are in the movie, only better as they were standing right in front of you! It was amazing to see what beautiful visual imagery people can create with their dancing the stage settings and music! One of the other things I managed to do was watch one of my favourite Tv shows on stage! Who’s Line is it Anyway? With a few of the well-known actors that would appear on the Tv show and Clive Anderson as host! Felicity and I had a blast as we watched the much-loved improvisation games take place right before our eyes! Talking about Tv shows, I was an audience member recently, thanks to my friend Stephanie, at the Graham Norton show with his guests being Nicole Kidman, Dev Patel, Felicity Jones, Dawn French and Sir Michael Parkinson!

Happy faces!

The stage waiting for its perfomers! Who’s line is it anyway?

Travel

Pantelis and I travelled for the first time together when we came to England in 2014 for Katies’ and Jamies’ wedding. We managed to visit a few friends, spread across the Uk and therefore did the site seeing on the way. We had never actually been on holiday though. So in 2016 we booked our first one together, to Malta. We had a rough start as we turned up to an apartment that hadn’t even been cleaned and was covered in damp and mould. We didn’t let this take up too much of our time and we found another place to stay. I will leave the video to do the rest of the talking.

For Pantelis’s birthday on the 21st of November 2016, I had bought him a small suitcase and inside tickets to Copenhagen /Denmark. (A short video will be uploaded soon). It was only a two day trip in January. So we had something to look forward to at the beginning of the year. If I would make any resolutions for the new year it would be, travel more, learn more and finally meet my brother (but that is another story).

Living in London has been a great experience. I feel I have grown so much within this year! I would recommend a year in London to anyone who wants to experience the City life and everything that goes with it! Do I miss home? Of course, I do! Just like Dorothy from the wizard of Oz says <<There is no place like home>>. I would stay here only to stock up on experiences I could not get at home. I believe once we have had our fill we will happily move back to Greece. Being around family and friends has become even more valuable to me over the past year. It could take another year, it could take one more month we don’t know. What we do know is that we are both thankful for being able to live this experience, to go for our dreams, to try new things, for having each other and great families who support us!

As always we are late posting this blog as it was meant for before Christmas! His side of the story is going to be even later as usual!

P.S Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

A year In the City It has been just over a year since the day we took the leap and moved to London.

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