smiling young woman with shopping bags

Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 15: O - Oops

The bell over the coffee shop door announced Derek’s arrival with a merry jingle a little after 11 in the evening. Derek shuffled the strap of his messenger bag higher on his shoulder and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket.

The shop was almost empty at that hour. Only a few students writing their first papers of the new term and a couple of regular night owls were scattered through the shop. His usual seat in the far corner, where he could sit with his back against the wall and keep watch, was open.

Derek dropped his bag on the small table and shrugged his jacket off to drape over the back of his claimed seat. The young woman at the register was new, which could be potentially problematic. Derek didn’t recognize her, but she smiled cheerfully when he approached.

“What can I get you?” she chirped. Her heartbeat fluttered nervously as her scent sweetened with clear want. Definitely problematic.

Derek paused a moment. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. He wasn’t sure his drink had a name.

“Oh, well, we have different speciality coffees and teas,” the barista said and gestured to the menu board behind her. “If you want something-”

“I got this!” Stiles slid out of the back room, arms flailing to keep his balance. “Yo,” he said, greeting Derek with a lazy salute, and Derek snorted. His roommate was ridiculous. “Super awesome Stilinski special as dark as your soul, coming right up.”

“Right,” Derek said, gravitating down the bar towards Stiles. “No cinnamon this time.”

“Sure thing.” Stiles flipped a large paper cup into the air and fumbled to catch it, which made Derek chuckle.

When Stiles called him earlier that year, it had been a bit of a shock. Derek had been living in a cabin upstate that he and Laura had bought years ago. He had finally achieved vengeance for his family when he ripped out Kate’s throat and burned her body deep in the woods, but Beacon Hills wasn’t home anymore, so he hadn’t gone back. Now he wished he had.

At first, Derek hadn’t been sure the small voice on the other end of the phone had actually been Stiles, and not something trying to lure him back to Beacon Hills because the Stiles on the other end of the line had been quiet, almost hesitant, and unsure. As if Stiles hadn’t believed he deserved Derek’s help. Definitely not at all the hyperactive, chatterbox he had left behind. They both carried heavy scars, but that was fine.

Before Derek knew it, he had a new roommate and was driving across the country to pick Stiles up the day he got his diploma. Stiles hadn’t been home since, and the Sheriff was worried.

The barista asked Derek what the drink was so she could ring it up as Stiles ducked out of sight to retrieve milk out of the fridge below the counter.

“I don’t know,” Derek said again. “Something chocolate?”

Derek always had the same drink whenever he came in, but he didn’t know what it was because Stiles had never told him. It probably didn’t have a name. The first time he picked Stiles up, Stiles had whipped something up and shoved it into his hands.

Stiles’ head popped back up over the espresso bar. The steamer hissed to life, and Stiles laughed. “Don’t worry about it, Sam. It’s on me,” he said and winked at Derek.

Derek hadn’t paid for a drink yet.

The drink Stiles handed off to Derek smelled overly sweet and chocolatey, and was piled so high with whipped cream drizzled with chocolate and caramel that the topping threatened to spill over. He wasn’t sure how Stiles knew about his sweet tooth, but he shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Here ya go, big guy,” Stiles said and grinned. “Extra sweet and fluffy. Just like you.”

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When I saw you in Target

So I saw a post about this scenario on my Facebook feed a few minutes and I immediately thought Percabeth. 


Percy is minding his own business when he looks up from his phone to see an insanely gorgeous girl in front of him in line. She is tall, blonde curly hair pulled back into a ponytail. She has a black purse dangling from her arm while she types on her phone, and Percy can just barely see over her shoulder to catch the glimmer of a wedding ring on her finger.

The line at Target isn’t very long now because Percy had decided to stop by after work and grab some stuff for dinner. He had managed to collect a buggy full of stuff, which was probably going to hurt his wallet. Not to mention his wife would kill him if she saw all of this stuff. So, it’s not like he ran into this extremely beautiful woman in a bar. He’s in Target. Shopping. Yeah. He can admire beautiful women… right?

He feels kind of bad anyway, wondering if he is technically… no. He’s just looking. It’s not like he was going to even talk to her.

He and Annabeth have been married for about three years now, but they’d been dating since high school. Percy’s successfully been with her for longer than he’s been alive, which is just—kind of scary and amazing at the same time, if he’s being honest. He loves her so much, and there’s like, zero possibility of him ever wanting anything besides her.

And hey, he’s always had a thing for blondes. It’s really no wonder he thinks this woman in front of him is beautiful. The only thing he can really think is how her husband must be a really lucky guy.

Her phone rings suddenly, and she presses it to her ear, answering it with a light voice.

His jaw drops open, and Percy feels like an idiot.

Annabeth is the woman in front of him.

Percy considers tapping her on the shoulder and grinning at her, but she’s still on the phone, waiting for the person in front of her to pay. He’s positive he looks like an idiot, but he can’t really help staring at her because it’s so cool to just see her out in town without having any idea that he’s there while she’s just doing her own thing. And it’s weird that he ended up right in line behind her, thinking she was another woman because she is so beautiful, and damn, Percy’s heart is going to explode because he’s so amazed and in love with her.

He doesn’t get her attention, content with leaning against his shopping cart and watching her shuffle through her wallet for her credit card, all while talking to his mom on the phone about dinner plans the next week. She’s laughing and smiling, pulling her phone from her ear to thank the young cashier before grabbing her bag and heading toward the door. Percy watches as she walks out of the doors, a small sway to her hips that he’s come to memorize. She disappears from his sight, and he realizes that the cashier is asking him if everything’s alright.

Percy’s smiling as he checks out, wondering how the hell he got so lucky to have found her. She’s just… Annabeth is so beautiful and perfect.

He grins the whole way home too, loading the groceries onto his arms and dropping them inside the door of their apartment when he gets there. Annabeth has already changed out of her work clothes and into a pair of soft shorts and a sweater, and when she looks up and smiles at him, he marches over to her and pulls her up for a kiss.

“I love you,” he says with a grin when he pulls back, peppering kisses across her face and skimming his fingers across her sides until she’s squirming away from him, shouting that she loves him too so he will stop.

“Is everything okay?” She asks when she catches her breath, crowding up against him and tucking herself under his chin.

Percy drops a kiss to the top of her head and hugs her tight. “Everything’s perfect.”

Niall Imagine for Anon

Originally posted by longhairedstyles

Niall moans as he moves out of bed, causing you to stir awake. 

“Babe, what’s wrong?” You ask him. 

He runs his hands through his hair and turns off his alarm clock. A loud cough erupts from him and you sit up in response. You move closer and put your arm around him. 

“I feel like shit,” he says. 

You purse your lips together and feel his forehead. 

“You’re burning up, Ni. I don’t think you should go in to the studio today,” you tell him. 

He shakes his head huddles over as another cough erupts from him. “I can’t. I’ve got a song I’ve got to finish today. Besides, management would have my ass if I didn’t show. They’ve got me on a tight schedule.” 

You get out of bed and slip into your slippers and then make your way into the kitchen. He gets changed while you heat up some water and make some tea with honey and lemon. 

He isn’t going to listen to you, he’s too stubborn and you know it. Instead, you make him something to help ease his throat and when he walks in the kitchen, fully dressed, you hand him two advil to calm down the headache he keeps complaining about. 

“Thank you,” he says while taking the two pills. You lean in for a kiss and frown and when he pulls back. 

“You aren’t going to kiss me?” 

“I don’t want you getting sick.” 

You roll your eyes at his words and quickly kiss his lips. He shakes his head while you laugh at him. 

“I sleep next to you. Plus, we shared the same drink last night at dinner with your friends. I’m probably getting sick regardless.” 

“Don’t come crying to me when you are then,” he backfires. 

You roll your eyes at him, “You are the crabbiest person whenever you’re sick.” 

He grumbles into the mug of tea and downs it in just a few minutes. He scarfs down some dry toast and gives you one more peck before heading out. 

Once he leaves you take a shower and change into a pair of comfy clothes. It’s Saturday which means you have the day off from work. With the holidays fast approaching, you use your free day to its full advantage. 

The mall is extremely crowded as you make your way through the stores. Everywhere you look is full of people trying to get their Christmas shopping done before they have to do it last minute. You text Niall throughout your trip to see if he needs anything and you aren’t surprised when he doesn’t respond. When he’s in his studio mode he won’t respond for hours. 

“Miss, you dropped a bag!” Someone yells from behind you. 

You turn around and try to keep hold of the ten bags your holding. A young woman smiles at you and hands you your bag. It’s the one containing the gift for your mother and you thank her profusely for letting you know. 

Your phone starts to ring but you know there is no way  you’re going to be able to get it at the moment. With most of the gifts crossed off the list, you hurry out of the crazy mall. When you reach your car you place all the gifts in the trunk and curse as your phone won’t shut up. When you finally find a free hand you grab your phone and find Niall’s caller I.D. popping up. 

“Hey, babe. What’s up?” You ask him.

A loud cough is the only thing you hear for the first few seconds. 

“Babe, you there?” 

“Y-yeah. I’m here. Can you come pick me up? I’ve got a massive migraine that won’t stop.”

You furrow your eyebrows in concern and let him know that you’re on the way. When you get to the studio, Niall walks out with a huge sweatshirt on and pulls the hood over his head. He gets in the car and starts coughing immediately. 

“I told you that you should have stayed home.” 

“I know,” he agrees. “Can we just go back to the flat and sleep?” 

You lean over and kiss his cheek, “Of course. I’ll make some soup and tea. How’s that?”

He smiles in response, “I love you, know that?” 

“I know,” you say with a smile. “I love you too, even if you don’t listen to me when you should.” 

He laughs at that, which causes another coughing fit from him. You shake your head and tell him to call his doctor immediately. This time, he listens. 

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ღ (SLandon)

Sarah walked through the mall, happily munching on her giant, soft pretzel. This one was covered in cinnamon and sugar, but she had a second salty one, just in case her mood changed. She just wasn’t sure which of the many shopping bags it was tucked into. Summer was coming and that always meant a new wardrobe, but this year was crucial, since she would be incredibly pregnant during those hot months. So she’d raided the maternity store, plus made a little stop at a baby boutique. At this rate, her daughter would be wearing a different outfit every single day.

As she approached a resting area, her smile widened as she recognized Landon standing there. He was talking to a young woman she didn’t recognize and was about to approach them, but stopped. By the girl’s body language, she was in full flirt mode, laughing and touching Landon’s bicep. This wasn’t surprising to her. Of course she flirted. Landon was incredibly handsome and even more charming and personable.

What was surprising was how it made her feel.

Sarah’s eyes roamed the girl’s body. The thighs that didn’t touch and the slender arms. Everything was tight and toned and shown off with tight clothes. Tight because she could buy small clothes that hugged her body in a flattering way, not tight because she was the size of a whale.

Sarah swallowed the bite in her mouth and looked at the pretzel. Suddenly, she didn’t want it anymore.

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Clint sends Wanda a video of Nathaniel Pietro Barton's first time running, and he's such a quick runner for someone so young, and Wanda watches, smiling with tears in her eyes.

So a week later she’s just casually showing up at Clint’s farm with a bunch of shopping bags in hands filled with sokovian thingies and gifts for the kids and they’re just so excited about learning about her country and trying to learn a few words. 

That day quickly passes by as she makes them listen to sokovian music on her phone and actually helps Laura with the cooking though the woman always shoves her off from the kitchen. 

When the kids are finally asleep, Clint and Laura make her sit outside the house with them to just mindlessly talk about nothing and she’s just so overwhelmed because she’s so happy and in peace and she never thought she’d be like that again, not after Pietro’s death. 

And before she leaves the farm (much to the kids’ sadness), Wanda pulls out a small box wrapped in neon blue paper with a light green ribbon around it, making Clint raise his eyebrows because she’s spoiling these kids rotten in just four days. 

Her last gift to the Bartons just happens to be is a pair of little runners to Nathaniel, especially made just for him and just like Pietro’s favorite one.

Title: Qarin

Chapter: Prologue, 1

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

AU: Arabian Past Life

Rating: T (for language and some sensitive material)

Word Count: 11,475

Formats: AO3,

Summary: “This is still wrong,” Myasin interrupted. “I know it’s been forever since we did this, but, as horrible as that man is, he doesn’t deserve to be beaten and have all his belonging stolen.” Myasin gave her decision a final thought. “Come on. Spots on Tikki.”

A/N: This is a headcanon by the wonderful @new-life-means-new-chances that I saw like forever ago. I really wanted to help bring it to life, so with their permission, I started this! I’m so excited to be working on this project with them and hope you all love this just as much as we do! And it would really mean a lot to me if you would also check out the drawings they’ve done for this headcanon and help support them on their blog as well!! And also, please, if you liked this, please also reblog it. I worked really hard on this and would really like for people in the ML fandom to see and enjoy this. No one will see it if you just like it. And lastly, I would like to dedicate this to both @new-life-means-new-chances for letting me write it and to @vicky-artist for being my 100th follower!!! <3 <3 <3 Also, thank you so much to @crmini and @samurithecat for beta reading this for me!!!

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Photo Booth

I tried my hand at some NaLu. I hope you enjoy!


Pairings: NaLu (natsu X lucy)

Rating: T

Headcannon AU in which Lucy is taken by surprise.

It was a normal weekend for Lucy Heartfilia. Walking down promenade of the mall with several shopping bags in hand. She smiled with pride as she stopped at a bench to sort through her purchases. The blond had made it just in time to catch the sales before the clothes and various items were bought. By six in the morning, the young woman had rolled out of bed, gotten ready (and cute enough to her liking) she had arrived at the doors among the other avid shoppers.  She leaned back on her seat, rolling her shoulders to get the kricks out of her back. Man those things were heavy.

“Maybe I bought too much,” she said to herself, counting over the shirts, dresses, shorts and shoes she crammed into the plastic bags. She shrugged, knowing she needed everything she bought. Lucy stood up, grabbing her purchases once more and made her way towards the food court. She watched teenagers and kids laughing as they ran past her, couples strolling by hand in hand, some exchanging public displays of affection, elderly men and women walking the length of the mall’s path as their way of exercising. Mothers pushed baby buggies with crying infants wailing from inside of them.

A faint smile came to her lips before it promptly turned into a frown as she approached the escalator. OUT OF ORDER: the sign read. Great, she thought, now I have to lug all this up the stairs. Letting out a puff of breath, making her blond bangs flutter across her forehead, Lucy muttered under her breath.

Hauling the packages over her shoulder after deciding that it would  be easier, the busty blond huffed and began the trek up the staircase. It was only one flight but by the time she got to the top, she was out of breath. The young woman practically crawled over to a food vendor and ordered a bottle of water. Slumping down on a chair, Lucy guzzled down the cold liquid quickly before letting out a happy sigh.

It didn’t take long until Lucy had gained back some strength back and was able to once again stand. Hefting the bags up, she stood and meandered through the crowds of young, rowdy teenagers who were daring each other to an eating contest. She shook her head exasperatedly. She walked past the elevator, snorting as she saw it and backed up. It was there the whole time. The blond grumbled under her breath and hit the down button. Her mood was getting sour as the doors slid open and she scampered in, pressing the button inside with a huff.

The doors once again opened at the ground floor and she moved out of it, encumbered greatly by the items. Lifting up the packages, she began to make her way through the mall, muttering darkly. Passing the various shops and kiosks, she was not paying attention to the photo booth on her left. And she most certainly was not expecting the hand that jutted out quickly, grabbing her wrist and yanking her into it. A surprised squeak escaped her lips as she was dragged into the small booth, sending her purchases flying and unintentionally scattering all over the ground causing a few people to trip over them.

She practically screamed when she was thrown onto the seat, blinking a few times as the first flash flickered. A young man with a bright, toothy grin and oddly colored pink hair winked at her.

Flustered, Lucy’s mouth fell open as she momentarily was drawn in, gazing into his dark eyes. The irises with flecked with green and gold, and they emitted a glow of mischief.  Once she had closed her mouth, her lips turned down into a scowl. The man never saw it coming as she Lucy kicked him in the kidney when the camera flashed another time.

“Hey!” he coughed. “What was that for!” The man frowned, holding his side and Lucy stuck her nose into his face, invading his personal space. He looked uncomfortable. Good.

Another flash.

“What was it for?! You grabbed me and dragged me in here! Who do you think you are?” Lucy shrieked.

“Ow!” The pink haired male said, rubbing his ears. “I was getting my picture taken and didn’t want to do it alone!”

The blonde gaped at the stranger. “So you dragged me in here?”

Another toothy grin brightened his previous glowering features. “Yep!”

Another flash.

“I’m Natsu, by the way! Say cheese!” He laughed as he turned to the camera. The last picture was of Natsu smiling and Lucy looking to it with a slight expression of horror and anger.

“Okay, Natsu–”

“Jeez, you look horrible in these!” Natsu exclaimed.

“I wasn’t exactly expecting to have my picture taken and… give me those!” She yanked the photos from his large hand, inspecting them. She huffed, her cheeks puffing out as she examined the pictures. She turned her gaze to the male, her deep brown eyes flickering with annoyance.

“Let’s get them taken again!” Natsu said, all the while keeping the sunny grin on his face.

“Fine,” she muttered, smoothing out her pink halter top and fixed her hair. “You’re Natsu huh? I’m Lucy, and don’t ever do that again!”

“Alright alright, Luigi. Smile, okay?”

“It’s LUCY!” she screeched.

“Yeah yeah. Smile Lucy.” Natsu chuckled, apparently enjoying the results of his prodding her to get a rise out if her.

Lucy quickly wiped the frown off her face, her lovely features once again taking precedence as she turned to face the camera. As much as she wanted to be infuriated with him, she found herself oddly relaxed. Natsu smiled brightly, putting an arm around Lucy’s shoulders, pulling her closer.


Lucy giggled. Somehow, she knew this guy wasn’t a bad egg, just incredibly mischievous.  


Natsu leaned the side of his head against hers. It was like they were old friends, only now reconnecting in a photo booth.


Lucy pouted as the last picture was taken. She was none the wiser that Natsu had done the ‘bunny ears’ by sticking his hand behind her head and raising his index and middle fingers above her hair until she looked at the photos.

Swatting the man playfully, she murmured. “Jerk.”

Natsu laughed loudly. “Thanks for getting your picture taken with me, Lucy.” He took the strip of pictures from her and ripped them in half, giving her the bottom two. “Hey, if you are free, we can go get something to eat.” His stomach grumbled loudly, causing Lucy to laugh.

“Yeah, sorry Natsu I’ve got to get home.” She grabbed the other strip from his hand, pulling out a pen from her small purse, and scribbled something down on the back of it.

The male took it back, looking at the blank side. A phone number and a message were written down on it. Thanks for grabbing me and forcing me to take these pictures with you. Call me!

He looked up but she was already gone. Poking his head out of the booth he saw that the packages cleaned up and the beautiful blonde was nowhere to be seen. Damn, she was fast. He grinned and stood, still holding his half of the pictures. He took his cell phone out of his pocket. “Oh I’ll call you, alright.” He chuckled as he walked off and out of the glass doors.

A good day to get your photos taken indeed.

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I should be writing my dcbb but LOOK WHAT I WAS DRIVEN TO DO. Ugh. :D

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Summary: Dean and Cas have just dropped Sam off at the motel to wait for Claire. Cas remembers something important.

“It’s her birthday today. Claire’s eighteenth birthday. I should get her a gift. Her father would’ve bought her a gift.” Cas looked down at his hands. Claire’s father’s hands, once upon a time, but now they belonged to him.

They hadn’t even left the parking lot yet, which was probably a good thing, because Dean would’ve driven off the road otherwise. Cas paid no mind to Dean’s more-aggressive-than-usual stop before they turned into traffic.

“You don’t have to replace her dad, Cas. That’s not… it’s not your responsibility to be…” Dean sighed and rubbed a hand over his mouth as he tried to focus on the road and find just the right words, because he had nothing. “She knows you’re you, and not her father. She doesn’t expect you to try to be him.”

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i swear at first this was just gonna be a meeting in a bookshop au bc tomorrow is my last day working in one but then somehow it went soulmate-y? and i might write a sequel?

He’s drenched. He’s drenched and it’s pouring it down and tourists and natives alike are rushing for the nearest subway, umbrellas battling their way through the grim onslaught. A taxi swerves on the road near to him to avoid someone running across, swerves right into a puddle, and he’s hit by a very wet and very cold spray of water.

Kurt gasps, shivering, and tries to decide whether to cover his head with his Ralph Lauren bag (a real one, he doesn’t know if he can risk it) or his flimsy scarf. Another crackle of thunder rolls overhead and he gives up, throwing his arms up over his hair. It had taken him twenty minutes to do this morning, nearly out of product, and with Rachel pestering him about coming with her to a Barbara Streisand memorial exhibition that evening, he had ended up leaving hurriedly and in a mood and had consequently forgotten his umbrella.

He grumbles, huddles under the traditional cloth porch over a doorway, trying to stay as tucked out of the wind as possible. He’ll try to brave the subway soon, but the idea of cramming himself into a small space with dozens of very wet other people is not very appealing.

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fight | Jumin Han

(a/n: Hello! This is my first ever imagine and I decided to make it a mysme/Jumin Han one bc this game is my latest obsession. I apologize for writing mistakes, I’m not fluent in english but I had really fun writing this one. I hope you like it xx)

summary: For the past weeks, work seemed as he only thing Jumin could think about and after your daughter gets sick a small argument is unavoidable.


You let the big shopping bag fall onto your couch. Sighing, you peeled off your expensive coat, too expensive for your liking, and threw it right next to the object.

You felt miserable. Your feet hurt from the shiny black heels you wore, your muscles were sore und you could barely keep your eyes open. It was a really hard week for you .

First, your job as an estate agent lead you to meet up with some business people to show them free rooms for their company. The days consisted of extravagant clothing, changing the heels you wore three times a day and always keeping that fake smile on your lips. All to make a good impression. It was nerve wrecking. Sure, being married to Jumin Han for eight years made you used to talking to uptight suit-wearing men who seemed to live for their jobs. But that didn’t mean you didn’t feel intimidated. They had this strict aura, that just made you uncomftable.

You let out a sigh of relief when you slipped out of your shoes. Your bare feet touched the fluffy grey carpet, that Jumin and you had layed out when you renovated your house.

“I’m home”, you shouted, grabbed the shopping bag and moved towards your kitchen.                                                              A couple moments later a young woman came downstairs. Her black hair was pinned up into a ponytail and the plaid shirt she wore hugged her upper body perfectly.

“You’re back Mrs. Han”, she stated, her bright smile never failed to amaze you. It’s already been a month since Hawon worked as a babysitter for Jumin and you. The both of you had to work pretty long already but now with new business deals coming up for Jumin and the new projects you had to take care of, there everything let to Jumin and you searching for someone who could look after your little bundles of joy

“Hello, Dear”, you smiled at her, your fingers wrapped around a waterbottle you took out of the fridge. The cold plastic was soothing against your hot skin. “How are you? Did they both behave properly?”

Hawon chuckled and you filled the glass with water. “I’m fine, what about you Mrs Han?”, again she chuckled. “Yes they did. But I think Minha catched something. After they had dinner, she started to feel unwell, so I brought her to bed early"

“Maybe It’s the flu”, you sighed. “It seems to go around lately. Thanks for telling me, I’m gonna have a look at it"

You put on a wide smile, tried to make it seem as real as possible. You would never admit it but it hurt. It hurt to know that your child was sick and you weren’t there to do anything about it, to comfort her and to ressure her that everything’s going to be okay.

“You don’t have to thank me Mrs. Han”, Hawon said and rubbed her neck. It’s pretty late already, I gotta go"

I turned my head and looked at the clock that hung on the newly painted kitchen wall. Since Hawon was still a student who tried to earn some money with a babysitter job, you couldn’t be mad at her for taking the money after her work was done and leave immediately.

11 PM already, you thought to yourself. Was I really gone for that long?

“Sure”, you said, taking a sip of your glass of water. “Get home safe!“ “I will”, she said. “See you tomorrow, Mrs. Han" You nodded and watched her as she put on her jacket and left the house. The massive door closed with a sound.

You sighed. All the energy seemed to leave you. All you wanted to do, was to take a quick shower and go to bed. You ust wanted to cuddle up to your husband, feel his strong hands around you and be reminded that you were safe in his arms.

But Jumin wasn’t home yet, his car was’t in the driveway so he was still at work. And now you even had to take care of a sick child. - All on yourown. Fantastic. Your chest started to feel heavy by the thought of your husband. You had barely seen Jumin in the past week. He seemed to be more absored into his work, than you were. Sometimes you wondered if he was married to you, or his job.

You missed him.                                                                                                      It has been so long since you both had some time to yourself. Your last date was a month ago and you couldn’t remember the last time he has touched you. You missed his touch - how his lips left soft warm kisses on your skin and his fingers roamed your body, his voice and his dark laugh that made your knees weak…you just missed to spend some time with the man you love.  

After you drank the last sip of your water you grabbed the bag again and made your way back to the living room. You receved an invitation to a business dinner with some of the business people you met at your job. The evening was pretty boring. For three hours you chatted with the fakest people you’ve ever met in your whole life and you never felt happier when you could leave. The stiff men in expensive suits and the beautiful woman in sparkling dresses made you really comfortable.You hated going to these dinners or meetings, it just wasn’t your type of thing.

Normally Jumin would have attended the dinner with you. As a businessman himself he knew how to talk to these kind of people. He made sure to never leave your side so you wouldn’t feel lost or you didn’t have to chat with one of the CEO’s and make a fool of yorself.                                                                But this time he was again,  busy with work.

You were pretty jealous. Lately this job was more important to him than his family.

When you arrived on the second floor, you felt a little creature rubbing it’s soft furr against your bare legs. 

Surprised you looked down, only to be greeted by the bright blue eyes of Elizabeth 3rd.                                                                     “Hey Elly”, you smiled. She started to purr when your soft hands touched her small body. 

You realised that even Jumin’s beloved cat has recived more attention than you did. He even touched her more than he touched you.

Now I’m even jealous at a cat, how pathetic…

After you run your fingers through her furr some more, you made your way down the hallway.                                                              With every step your muscles hurt and you could feel every little bone in your body. All this stress made you feel pretty emotional. You saw yourself screaming and crying over the smallest things, it was really embarassing. It wasn’t like you to loose your temper that quickly. You were glad that you didn’t screamed at your kids just yet.

After you brought the bag with little goods in it somebody gave you into your bedroom(honestly you expected a little bit more than just a little flacons with perfume, extravagant beauty masks and body lotions), you wanted to have a look at your kids. Especially at little Minha.

When you passed the bedroom door of the 5 year old, you heard loud caughing and your motherly senses were activated.

You opened the door and saw how the poor girl held tightly on her stuffed teddy bear and caughed her little heart out.  “Minha…”, you cooed. Suddendly you didn’t care about your aching body, you just wanted to take your little girl into your arms. Minha opened her dark eyes and when she spotted you, she held her fragile arms out to you. “Mommy…”, she mumbled, craving her mother’s touch. 

“Hi baby”, you said, your voice low and comforting. You kneeled down infront of her und slung your arms around her fragile body. Her skin felt hot under your touch und suddendly your heart was racing. You couln’t bear the thought of your little angel being sick. She seemed so vulnerable and helpless.

“How are you?”, you pressed your palm against her forehead, your eyes widened. “Baby, you’re glowing!“ Minha nodded, she could barely hold her eyes open. “I’m not feeling well, Mommy”

Suddendly rage and sadness filled your body.

Didn’t Hawon think about giving  her some medicine? How could she leave my little girl all alone. How could she be so careless.

You really had to have a good talk with her. This wasn’t the first time she was this careless while looking after your kids. One time she almost set your kitchen on fire and that other time she let your little 3 year old all by himself for almost two hours because she was talking one the phone with a friend. You wanted to fire her, but there weren’t many babysitters who would work at the hours, Hawon would do. She even came on her free days when there was an emergency. So you had no other choice but to keep her.

At this moment you didn’t care if Minha wasn’t seriously ill. But the fact that your babysitter didn’t even bother to call you or take care of her properly, made you furious.

After you gave Minha some medicine, showered her with hugs and kisses  and made sure that she fell asleep properly, you entered the room of Jimin, your little 3 year old boy.

It was a releaf that at lest he seemd to be fine. Snuggled up into his blanked, his mouth wide open and little snores coming out. A little smile creeped onto your face. He looked a lot like Jumin. Both of your kids did, but Jimin especially. His black hair fell desiveled over his forehead and his eyes had the samle misterious sparkle Jumin’s had .


Now it was almost 1 AM and Jumin was still not back.

You were exhausted and needed some rest, but you kept yourself up with some coffee and unfinished work. It wasn’t healthy, you knew. But you wanted to wait for him. You needed to talk. So you decided to have a look at the documents you had to finish and looked at Minha from time to time. Slumbed against the chair in your bedroom the blending light of the display of you laptop hurt your eyes.

Yawning, you typed some words onto your keebord when you suddendly heard the closing sound of a door. Jumin was home.

Sighing your safed the darft on your laptop, turned the device off and waited till your husband made his way into the room. The chilly air that filled the room because of the open window, sent a chill down your spine. Soon you had goosebums all over your body. But at the same time, the cool night air was refreshing and soothing.

You didn’t know why you felt so nervous suddendly. Your heart was beating fast against your chest and you stomped nervously with your foot against the carpet. Maybe it was because you were scared, that the two of you would break out into a fight. You were always scared to fight with Jumin. It ust hurt to fight with the person you love.

“Hey, Elizabeth”, you heard his low voice in the hallway. He sounded as tired as you felt at the moment. You listened to his cooing voice as he petted your cat.

A few seconds later, he finally entered your bedrom.

Your eyes romed over his clothed body. His black suitjacket hung over his lower arm, the sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows. The blue tie around his neck that you bought him as a anniversary gift was loosened and his dark her was a mess. The dark circles under his usally so bright eyes, weren’t unnoticed by you.

When Jumin looked up, his gaye met yours and his pupils widened.

“Y/N…Honey, what are you doing up this late?”, he asked surprised. He wasn’t prepared that you were awake at this hour. Usually you were alredy snuggled up in the soft satin sheets on your bed, sleeping. Jumin made his way towards you, a concerned look on his face.

“Y/N?”, he asked and slung his arms around your waist. “Baby? Hey, why are you up? It’s pretty late. Go to bed” He placed a delicate kiss on your cheek and then your lips. Suddendly your whole body was on fire. You wanted him to keep going. You craved his touch, so much. You were quite dissapointed when his hands left your hips.

You watched him as he made his way towards his closet. You bit your lips nervously.

“I couldn’t sleep”, you admitted. It was true. There were so many things on your mind, that sleep was the last thing you could think of right now. “And I waited for you”

“Huh?”, he asked. He threw his tie onto the bed and worked on unbuttoning his shirt. “You waited for me? What’s wrong?”

You sighed and hugged yourself. You made your way towards your bed and sat down on the soft matress.                                                                             Jumin’s gaze was filled with worry and confusion. Your silence killed him, but he would never really admit it.

“I wanted to talk to you about something”, you said, he slipped out of his dress pants. Now he was standing infront of you, only in his boxers and a large t-shirt he threw on to sleep.

The sight distracted you a bit. His trained body was am eyesight you could drool over the whole day, the way his black hair hung down his forehead made your heart swell and it kinda filled you with satisfaction to see him so concerned about you. It was nice to have some of his attention.

“Is everything okay? Did something happen when Hawon was babysitting?”, he asked nervously.

I nodded. “Minha catched the flu”                                                                 Jumin’s eyes widened. His little girl was sick and you're telling him only now? What a great message to come home to.

“What?”, he asked surprised. All he wanted to do now was to storm into his daughter’s room and take her into his muscular arms. He wasn’t as solicitous as you were, but when somebody or something hurt his little girl he turned into the protective parent you loved and admired.

“Don’t worry”, you ressured him and fumbled with the end of your large shirt. It was Jumin’s. Sure, umin bought you a lot of pretty expensive and sexy gowns to sleep, but you felt the most comfortable in something baggy, so Jumin gave you one of his white shirts.                                                                                           “I gave her some antibiotics and now she’s sleeping. But, I can’t believe that Hawon didn’t contact any of us. She just told me about Minha when I came home”

Jumin sighed and started to put his expensive suit into his closet.

“Just fire her, already”, he said. “It’s not the first time that she tested our patience”

“It’s not only that”, you said, your nerves started to tense. “I just think…I think we’re working too much Jumin. We are barely at home and we leave our kids alone with a random stranger-”

It felt good to pour your heart out to somebody. But when your eyes met the cold glare of your husband, you stopped talking.

“You know how important my work is Y/N”, Jumin said. His tone was low, raspy and he didn’t seem to get your point. “I can’t just quit. You know I have to give all my attention to the new deals that are coming up”

He turned around and closed the door of his closet. You could see his tense muscles through the thin material of his shirt.

You furrured your eyebrows. “You mean that your work is more important than our children?”                                                                                                          Your voice was loud and you were scared that it would wake up Mina and Jimin. You also didn’t want to snap at Jumin like that, but all the stress got the best of you.

It made you sick that the cared more for his job than for the well-being of your own flesh and blood.                                                                                           “No”, he said clearly annoyed. You also didn’t ignore the fact that he rolled his eyes at you. “What I wanted to say is, that it’s just a small sickness Y/N. Every kid gets sick. We shouldn’t loose our minds at something like this”

His words made you snap.

“Are you serious Jumin Han?” Now you didn’t care if your kids could hear you. You were furious and your blood started to boil in your veins. “She’s your child! How can you not care about her being sick? So what if it’s just a small sickness? That shouldn’t be important. What’s important, is that your girl is laying there in her bed, caughing her heart out and not having her parents at home, who should have taken care of her!

Jumin crossed his arms across his chest. He furrowed his eyebrows and chewed on the inside of his cheek. He always did this when he was angry. He was always scary when he was angry. But you tried your best not to seem intimidated.

“What is with you?”, he asked, not taking you seriously. “Did you eat something bad? Or why are you suddendly so histerical?”

You scoffed.                                                                                                      Due to the anger that has risen inside of you, you felt tears welling up in your eyes. You wanted to scream at him, tell him what was wrong and just make him feel guilty. He was in the wrong, he had to understand.

“With me? What is with you Jumin?”, you asked and put your hands on your hips. “All you do is going to work! I don’t even see you anymore because your always in your office. In the last weeks you payed more attention to Elizabeth 3rd than you payed to us. What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

You swallowed the lump in your thoat. “Please tell me”

Jumin just stared at you.                                                                                  There was a uncomfortable tension between the two of you and you just wanted him to say something. You felt like you could trow up

Your chest rose and fell rapidly and your head hurt because of all the screaming. You felt bad towards Jumin. You didn’t want to yell at him, you wanted to solve this problem like adults. Without an argument. Tings just turned out like that.

But, again, you couldn’t keep your anger to yourself. But your husband was one stubborn man.

After some time Jumin sighed loudly, his hand flew into his hair.                         “I’m sleeping on the couch tonight”

Your hand broke. How could he leave you like that?

“I hope you’re back to normal, till tomorrow morning. You know how much I hate sleeping on the couch”

Without another word he grapped his pillow and left your shared bedroom.

Suddendly the world seemed to crash onto you. All the stress and pain came back and you held your head, due to the massive headache. You heard the loud beating of your heart and couldn’t stand the hotness that filled your room so suddendly.

This was the first serious argument you had with Jumin Hand since you were married.


(a/n: so It basically took me 4 hours to write and edit this post. I hope you enjoyed reading it! I’m planning to write a part two and I hope I can share it soon with you guys:) If you have any requests, just leave a message! xx)