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⇢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ʟᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ...ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇᴅ.

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**A/N: Yall already know the deal, there are errors! (Word count 6.03K)

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Y/N:

I have to tell her. I have to tell her. There is no way I can keep this from her forever.

I’m staring at the door that led into my roomy 3 bedroom apartment. On the other side was my 17-year-old sister. The bass of the TV was leaking through the door, letting me know that she sat in front of the living room TV.

Today was my 6th day working for Mr. Kim and since the heated discussion four days ago, he barely speaks to me. He barely lifts his gaze to acknowledge my presence and I can’t say I hate it, but I don’t like it either.

I can’t expect anything from him. The state of things was due to my decisions and even though I am fine with handling that burden, I wasn’t prepared to see his face every day. It’s slowly taking a toll on me. It’s picking away at my resolve and leaving me with a familiar empty feeling I haven’t felt in a long time.

Luna may only be 17 but she worries about me like a mother. It’s been like that since I could remember. I can’t recall when the roles changed. When did I lose my grips of being the older sister, and when did Luna take on that role?

I lean against the wall by the door, staring blankly at the floor. It’s unfair really, how I have leaned on Luna. It’s unfair and cruel because Luna should have been leaning on me. Regret bubbles up in my stomach and travels up my body to leave a bitter taste in my mouth.

Luna was always my mother’s favorite child. She was the one that received the most hugs, the better presents, and the compliments. As a child, it bothered me. Why was she more important than me? A mother should love her children equally! They should put the same amount of effort into each child.

But that wasn’t the case with Luna and I. Oh no, Luna needed the extra attention and love because Luna was sick. She’d been sick since birth, but our mom did a good job of hiding it from me. The random walks they’d take together while I stayed at home with my grandmother would leave me in envy.

But I found out as Luna got older and started to talk that they were going to doctor’s appointments. Juna was born with a weak heart. I never understood the details. Something about a tube she was supposed to have didn’t fully develop. My mother was hiding it from me because she didn’t want me to worry.

Doctors were telling my mother that it would be a miracle if she lived past 22 years old. A horrifying thing to hear from anyone. The fact that my mother didn’t crumple from the stress is unbelievable. This was after my father up and left us. My parents were never married, so when he left after Luna was born, my mother was one her own.

We moved in with our grandmother and my mom worked and worked. All she would do is work. We’d see her on weekends and that’s when she’d pour all her time into Luna. I grew to resent her. I was only 7 when Luna was born, so the present blossomed as I entered adolescence.

However, my mother passed when I was 16. A car accident took her life, leaving us to be raised by our grandmother. My mother worked like crazy, leaving money for that we used for Luna’s medical bills after she passed.

Well, as much of the bills as we could.

Luna adored Namjoon, and when things went to shit 3 years ago, she blamed herself, but what could I have done?

I took my keys out, unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment. Just as I predicted, Luna sat on the couch, her back facing me, with her laptop on her lap and the tv on as background noise.

“You’re home?” She called over her shoulder. She didn’t spare me a glance, clicking rapidly at something.

“Yeah.” My voice came out thin, which made her clicking stop. She looks over her shoulder at me, her short brown hair pushed behind her ears. Her thin bangs were a distray, a result of her running her fingers through her hair in frustration.

“Rough day at work?” She questions, keeping her eyes on me for a moment longer before turning back to her laptop. I take off my shoes, and approach the couch, barely peeking at her laptop screen. I take a seat on the loveseat perpendicular to her and watch as she starts to type something.

“An essay?” I assume.

“Yes ma’am.” She answers glancing up at me. Luna does school online, her grades being good enough that she convinced her school to allow her to do most of her senior year online.

“Luna,” I call out with a heavy heart, “There is something I need to tell you.”

Without a glance, she hums in response. She wore an oversized black hoodie with pj shorts she found on sale some time ago. She told me she bought them because of the design of avocados on it. I’m not surprised. She loves silly things like that.

“You know that new contract I started?”

“The long one you swore you weren’t gonna accept?” She mentions, smiling in a mischievous manner. She only did that because she was also against me doing such a contract. She knew I’d be miserable, and she was right.

“Is the CEO an asshole?” She asks but speaks again right after. “-It’s not like you haven’t handled some rude CEOs before?”

“The CEO is Namjoon.” I forced it out, and it feels like I was running out of oxygen when I said it. My words are quick and unsteady.

She looks at me with wide eyes, like she was waiting for me to start laughing and tell her it was a joke.

“Seriously? The Kim Namjoon?” She questions and moves the laptop off her lap and onto the couch. She leans forward, and she doesn’t look away from me.

“Yeah. He’s the CEO.” I show her a small smile before leaning back in the loveseat. I throw my head back and stare at the ceiling.

“You need to quit.” She orders.

I chuckle, “I knew you were going to say that.” I mutter, still gazing at the white ceiling.

“Y/n! Come on! You can’t keep working there! This isn’t good for you.” She argues.

“You think I don’t know that Luna? Seeing his face every day is wearing me down, but I signed the contract. I can’t leave.” I informed her.

When I picked my head up to see the worried grimace on her face, I sighed and sat up in the loveseat. It was usually comfortable, but today it’s softness was useless. I’m in an uncomfortable situation. This job is leaving me in a constant state of stress.

“It’s not too bad.” I try to lift the mood, “He barely speaks to me, so it’s nothing! He only speaks to me about work.”

“Y/n.” Her tone is different and she drops her focus to her hands in her lap. I know what’s coming. I know what she’s going to say and I’ve heard it too many times for my liking.

“Luna, don’t even go there!” I groan, shaking my head at the sad sad look in her eyes.

“Y/n, you keep saying this but...I still feel awful! This is all my fault! If it wasn’t for me You and Namjoon would have been marr-”

“Stop!” My voice comes out in a panic shriek, taking both of us by surprise. Luna jumps at my outburst, her eyes becoming wet with tears.

“Luna, you don’t need to bring it up again. None of this is your fault, okay?” I stand up from my seat, grabbing my bag off the coffee table, and walking around the couch she sat on, and down the hallway. But before I can go far, Luna speaks again.

“Do you still love him?” She shouts. I stop walking and stare down at the carpet. My chest tightens and I lean against the wall for strength. Do I still love him?

“Y/n? You still love him right?” This time her voice is closer. I turn around to see her standing at the end of the hallway, her hips leaning on the back of the couch. Her eyes showed pity, while she ran her fingers through her bangs. She always does that when she’s stressed.

We stare at each other and a moment of silence passes before she sighs.

“Y/n…” She whines, taking my silence as an answer, “You need to quit.”

“I can’t.” I answered immediately, “I can’t quit. It doesn’t matter how I feel. He hates me now. Plus, a man like Namjoon...you can never stop loving him.”

“M-maybe this is fate? It’s a second chance.”

I laughed at her notion and could only shake my head in response. A second chance? What a joke. The sad look in her eyes only makes me want to retreat. I turn my back on her and go into my room, feeling the weight of the past few days on my shoulders. I closed the door behind me and tossed my bag to the side before falling face-first into my bed. The painful memory burned into my mind. It burned like a new fire wound. It stung and the slightest thought back to it made my eyes water.

The heartbreak in his eyes will haunt me for the rest of my life, but I made a choice.

《 PAST 》

At this moment, I’d rather be swallowed up by the ground. I’d rather whatever higher power there is, strike me down and end my life at this very moment. It would be less painful. Pulling layers of band-aids from burnt skin would be less painful. At that moment my whole body went stiff. My knees locked, my muscles tensed and my lungs were struggling to take in oxygen.

Maybe it’s because I was holding my breath with my eyes wide. I stared at the man smiling up at me for the past 3 seconds.

3 seconds. It had only been 3 seconds but it felt like an eternity. I blink, and he smiles back at me. He’s on one knee, holding out the most beautiful ring I have ever seen.

Not a huge rock, but it shines beautifully. A dazzling circular diamond, with smaller diamonds lined around the band. The silver band itself sparkled. In the ring, I could see his love, his hard work, and our years of laughter, tears and good memories.

I left out a harsh breath, my head feeling light as I was holding my breath. My awareness grows and I become aware of where we are. At a fancy restaurant in which it was rented out, making us the only customers. The kitchen staff stood at the back of the restaurant, watching me for my reaction.

Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, the love of my life and the man I’m pretty sure the universe made for me and I for him. He stares at me with a smile, tears of nerves, and joy coating his loving eyes. It’s only been another 4 seconds. 7 seconds since I saw his lips move I say those words.

I couldn’t hear them as I was having an out of body panic attack, but his lips moved so I’m sure he said the words.

“Y/n, will you marry me?”

He said them and I knew he would. I saw this coming and I knew he was going to say these things...so now I know what I have to say.

I push down the dread pulling in my system and laugh. I laugh in his face, trying my best to not see his hopeful smile drop into a look of anguish and fear.

“Seriously Namjoon?” I cackled, trying to swallow down the tears that were burning my eyes.

“Marry you?” I hissed. He stays there on one knee, bringing down his arm that was showing me the ring.

“I-is there something wrong?” His voice trembles and it feels like my heart is turning to ash in my chest.

“Is there something wrong!?” I raise my voice, stepping back from his crouched figure, “Namjoon, what do you have to offer? What do you have to give that makes you think you could be my husband? We just graduated college and you don’t have a cent to your name because you went and got disowned by your rich parents.”

He gasps, shocked by my words.

“Y/n, I did that for you and for myself! You’re the one that pushed me to go against my parents plans for me. You said you’d stand by myself.” He exclaims, and stands to his feet, the tears in his eyes not the same happy tears as before.

“As you do what Namjoon? Write poetry? Help other people put out their shitty works? I need stability. You had that when you were listening to your parents.” My voice trembled towards the end, my resolve breaking with every second.

Namjoon narrowed his eyes at me and staggered back. It was as if his own realization left him physically drained.

“Y/n…” He pauses, staring down at the ground while tears run down his cheeks.

“Did you only get with me because of my family’s money?”

I love you. Namjoon I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I have no choice Joon, but I need to do this.

“Of course, I did.” I choke out, “After years of friendship, I knew you had a crush on me so I took it to my advantage...but there is no reason to stay with you now.”

He looks up from the floor and clutches the velvet box in his hands, “I don’t believe you.”

“Believe it.”

“Y/n,” He reaches out, holding a hand of mine in his free one, small pants leaving his lips.

“Y/n, please stop. This has to be a joke right? This is going too far!” He squeezed my hand, pleading with me. Hi eyes stayed on my face, scrutinizing my expression for any sign of a joke. He brings me closer to him, his familiar warmth and scent overpowering my senses.

He stares down at me, in disbelief and anguish all I could see. I almost broke. I could feel my eyes burning with what was going to be tears. My dearest Namjoon gazed at me with a death grip on my hand, knowing that if he let me go, I’d fly away from him like a balloon.

“Get off of me!” I yelped, taking my hand away from his and pushing him back.

“Y/n.” His voice broke. The sound alone triggered tears too well in my eyes. I turn my head away from his so he doesn’t see them. I grabbed my bag that sat out the dinner table and rushed out of the restaurant. My heels clicked as I got out of the restaurant and onto the street. I don’t know where I’m walking to but my legs just carry me, wanting to run away from the pain.

《 PRESENT 》

It has been a quiet day. It’s been a quiet week. Mr. Kim only speaks to me when needed, falling to having Sana deliver orders to me, making it so I only see Mr. Kim is passing. No surprise, and no hard feelings. This is probably for the best and if we can keep this up for the next 7 months and 1 week...things will run smoothly.

Mr. Kim is currently out of the office, so I sat at the desk with Sana at my side. She worked on some documents for a presentation Mr. Kim will be having. The rights of a book that will be made in a movie are up for discussion.

While I am setting up a meeting with authors who are looking to publish with Moonchild Publishings. It was 3:37 PM, 6 PM not feeling too out of reach. The place is filled with the constant tapping of the keyboard and the humming of printers and copy machines. Everything was going as normal.

I sat in my seat, my black & white checkered flare pants making me wonder if my curves were being shown off a bit too much. Despite Mr. Park’s wandering eyes, I was beginning to think that my outfits showed how hard I was trying.

I wore a simple black long sleeve blouse with some tan heels to bring the outfit together. I did a simple hairstyle and rushed out of the house, waking up a bit later than I usually do. The clouds were grey when I left the house, with a humidity thickness in the air.

So when I was returning from lunch, which Sana followed me to, I felt the first softy warning drops of a storm come. By the time when I reached the top floor in the elevator, it was a full downpour. Mr. Kim hadn’t left the building. He was out of the office but was somewhere doing business.

He had certain types of meetings that though they were on his schedule, the reasonings were unknown. I don’t ask questions, I answer them so there is no point in asking him for details.

I hear the elevator bing from down the hallway and I assume it’s Mr. Kim made his way back. I don’t plan to even look up, seeing as Mr. Kim doesn’t spare us a glance when he enters, so I stopped standing up to greet him, as Sana still does.

The coldness we show towards each other hasn’t gone unnoticed, making me think back to something Sana said back at lunch.

“You two really hate each other huh? Like old enemies or something.” She laughs it off and takes another bite of her sandwich.

I’m snapped out of my flashback just in time to hear the click of heels. Heels? That couldn’t be-

I looked up to see another familiar figure. An older Korean woman wearing a straight and non-form fitting white dress with a creme colored bag over her shoulder and nestled in between her armpit.

Her light brown hair was up in a neat bun with a sparkling brooch attached. Her light make-up and freshly done nails gave away the lifestyle she lives. She’s rich, she's well off. Her confident posture and expensive heels show that.

She holds her head high and believes she's above the people that work here. She’s also looking at me. No she’s glaring at me.

I stare back at her and the feeling of disgust crawls it’s way up my throat. I press my lips tightly against each other, clenching my teeth to force a somewhat presentable smile.

“Mrs. Kim.” My voice was strained, and my muscles were reeling in discomfort.

She smiles, that same smile she gave me 3 years ago. Pity. Disgust. Superiority. It was all in her smile. It was a victory smile almost, her eyes showed anger. Anger and confusion. She probably thought she'd gotten rid of me, but here I am. Back in her perfect son’s life.

“Y/n, we meet again,” she pauses, “the unfortunate.”

Sana looks back and forth between both of us, her facial expression going from surprise to confusion and finally understanding. She rises from her seat to say hello to Mrs. Kim. I, on the other hand, do no such thing.

I stay seated and stiffly look back down at the computer.

Sana sits down again, awkwardly clearing her throat and looking at me as if she wanted to speak. The slight trembling of my fingers gave away that I wasn’t going to speak.

“Hello, Mrs. Kim. Your son is out of the office, I’m sure he’ll be back soon.” Sana informs her. I continue to type away at the computer, trying to contain the rage that was causing a sense of anxiety over my body.

This cursed, evil, and wicked woman. I look up from the computer screen

“That’s fine. I’ll wait in his office.” She answers Sana but keeps her eyes on me. She slowly turns around, happy that I’m watching her. I forget where I am for a moment and roll my eyes at the older woman just as the door to the office closed behind her.

I looked over to my right and met Sana’s blank facial expression.

“I’m not gonna ask any questions.” She says.

“Good.” I deadpan and look at the computer screen. I pretend that I don’t feel Sana’s stare linger on my profile. However, I couldn’t help the feeling of heat rising in my body. My body temperature was going up as my anger increased. I forgot how much I hated that woman. I forgot how STUPID she thought I was. Yet in the end, I was exactly what she always accused me of being.

A lousy woman that would take money over her son. That’s exactly what I did. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, my movements stopping but the trembling of my fingers continuing.

“Y/n?” Sana called. As if a thin string of my sanity snapped, I stood up from my seat, causing Sana to flinch at the unexpected movement. My breathing becomes labored while I stare at the closed double doors of Mr. Kim’s office.

Who was the real winner in any of this? Did I get what I wanted out of our stupid deal? Did she get what she wanted? She must have, her smug smile burned into my frontal lobe. It’ll probably hunt me in my dreams, and any random thought of it in the future will cause me anger.

Like an embarrassing memory that makes you shiver up and regret your decisions. That’s exactly what I’m feeling. I stomped away from the desk and down the hallway, those white walls leaving me to be drowned in my thoughts. I have to find the bathroom. I know there is one in this hallway somewhere.

I keep my eyes low, stomping quickly to seek a place I can let out my scream of frustration.

It isn’t till I crash into something hard that my parade is stopped. The scent is familiar but not comforting, causing my stomach to drop.

“Ms. L/n?” Mr. Kim's voice held no concern but confusion. Why was I not at my desk doing the work that was expected of me? I continued to look down, only staring at his expensive dress shoes and the carpet.

I took a small step back, my hands balling into fists to keep from reigning my anger onto him. He didn’t deserve that. If anyone is a victim here, it’s Namjoon. I have no right to take this out on him. I also had no right to waltz into his life as I did. He knows that, though not for the same reason as Mrs. Kim and me.

“Sir, I’ll be there in a moment, you have a guest waiting for you in your office.” I take a step to the right, hoping to bypass him, but he mimics me, blocking my way again.

“Where are you going?” He questions, this time crossing his arms over his chest. I don’t have to see his face to know he’s looking down at me with his jaw clenched. In the last 3 weeks, I’ve realized he does that when he suspects I’m up to something. Or what he thinks I’m bullshitting.

All those suspicions only being grounded in personal feelings, seeing as my work here has been nearly perfect. I picked up on his routine quickly and moved before I had to be told. His charcoal grey three-piece suit looked like a smooth fabric. Something else with a combination of silk. A sign of wealth.

I almost chuckle to myself at the bitter aftertaste of my choices. I couldn’t even want Namjoon back. It would only play into the gold digger impression I had him believe. I mean, no one expected a small-time publishing company to explode in success in its first two years, then dominate in its third. The 25-year-old CEO became a millionaire.

Whether it was due to any assistance from his parents, I can’t be sure but...it makes me wonder if he would have still succeeded with me at his side. If I have to lie to myself and say he needed me gone to grow like this, I’ll do it. It makes me feel better.

I take in a deep breath and slowly look at Namjoon, my eyes moving over his suit and the dark red tie, before meeting his cold eyes.

I mustered up a smile, while oozed with sarcasm. So unprofessional of me. But this whole work atmosphere is unprofessional. The conflicts of interest would make any businesswoman lose her shit.

“The bathroom.” I answer, “I am allowed to use the bathroom, aren't I, sir?”

He doesn’t acknowledge the testing edge to my words but asks another question.

“What guest did you let in my office?” The beginning of him scolding me. I could feel it. My eyes fluttered close in frustration.

“Have you forgotten the rules I laid before? Any meetings that weren’t on my schedule should be turned away. I do not pencil people in-”

“It’s your mother, sir.” My eyes open after saying, “The guest in the office is your mother. She let herself into your office, I was not going to argue with her.”

His face relaxes from displeasure to...discomfort? He groans and runs his hands over his face before staring at the carpeted floor for a moment.

“What is that woman doing here?” He says under his breath. I could barely catch it, but there was disgust and unhappiness dripping off the words. My brows furrowed, not expecting that. Their relationship wasn’t repaired after I left?

I bite my lip to hide the victorious smirk that threatens to appear on my lips.

“Carry on.” Mr. Kim says without a glance back at me. He walks past me, no urgency in his movements. I continued down the hallway, past the elevator, and further down till I came to the bathroom marked for women. I was lucky enough to find it empty. I stood there staring at myself in the mirror, feeling like I was having an out of body experience.

This is what people mean when they say your decisions always come back to haunt you.

I clear my throat and let out a scream of frustration, knowing that anyone who gets off the elevator at this moment could probably hear it up the hallway.

But I don’t care. I need to let this out. I scream against, this time bringing my foot up to kick an innocent stall door.

《 PAST 》

I don’t belong here. Anyone could tell that I don’t belong here. The eyes of every person that I met held the question of, “What are you doing at a restaurant like this?”

I was wondering the same thing. I was wondering about all types of things. Why did Mrs. Kim call me here? Why did she tell me not to tell Namjoon? Was she ready to stop forcing her and Mr. Kim senior’s dreams onto Joon and to let him do what he wants?

I bet she is still a bit shocked at Joon taking himself out of the family. He was disowned but also removed himself. The Kims weren’t expecting such action from their son. He was only 21 years old, almost 22, and fresh out of college with the Business degree they forced on him.

The world isn’t easy, so he surely wasn’t serious about throwing his family away? But he did.

They blame me. The whole family blames me and that’s okay. I was the one encouraging to do such a thing, so I’ll carry my weight of responsibility. I, however, can’t wait to tell her that both Joon and I are doing great without their money. It’s only been a few months since he was disowned, but I haven’t seen Joon so happy in all my years of knowing him.

“I’m here to meet Mrs. Kim?” I said to the host. She nodded, looking me up and down before motioning for me to follow her. I wore a simple tee and some jeans with sneakers. I wasn’t going to dress up for this woman. With how she moves about things, I doubt we’ll be eating anything.

The restaurant was huge, seeming to have different wings and sections for people who wanted to be away from others. I try not to gawk at the luxurious decor, noticing the judgemental looks from the host who was in front of me.

The hostess brings me to a small circular table where Mrs. Kim sat waiting. Her focus was on the table cloth. She traced the small details of the white and gold table cloth, not even looking up as I took my seat.

“Y/n.” She says sternly, putting her dark gaze on me.

“How would you like to make a deal?” She continues. My brows furrow and I cock my head to the side. I think for a moment before laughing.

“Is this like those dramas where you give me a check to leave Joon? Mrs. Kim...you must be joking? You didn’t really call me here for this?” I keep laughing but her stone-cold facial expression doesn’t change.

“I just want my son back.” She hisses.

“You can have your son back Mrs. Kim. You just need to understand his--” She cuts me off, frustration appearing on her face for a split second.

“You don’t understand, do you? Namjoon is never gonna open his arms to us as he did before! I don’t know what nonsense you put into his head, but if you get out of the picture, any last strands of this riff will be gone.’

“Excuse me?” I say.

“I don’t leave loose ends Y/n. You are a loose end of this rebellious and hard patch I’ve been having with my son. Which is why I simply cannot let you stay.” She smirks, reaching for the glass of water that was sitting in front of her this whole time.

She can’t be serious! What type of entitled selfish--

“Namjoon is going to ask you to marry him.” She states after getting a sip of water.

My breath is knocked out of me, “H-huh?”

“You heard me right,” she gives me a pointed look. As if she couldn’t believe that I didn’t see this coming.

“He told me himself Y/n….at least during an argument he did. Seeing as there is no ring on your finger,” Her eyes flicker to my hands that sat on the table, “He hasn’t asked you yet.”

She wasn’t giving me time to move past the initial shock of Namjoon’s proposal. He’s going to ask me to marry him?

I brought a hand to my chest, trying to catch my birth.

“Y/n, I’m sure it’ll be a lovely ceremony,” She pauses, “too bad Luna won’t be there.”

My happy mood is lost. The surprised smile left my lips while my face twisted up in pain.

“E-excuse me?”

“Your sister Luna,” She gives an ungenuine pout, “Poor girl is sick right? And from what I heard getting worse.” My eyes burn and blur with tears. She’s right.

Luna is getting worse and worse. They say she’ll need surgery soon because her odds aren’t looking good. Namjoon has done his best to be the supportive rock for us both. Luna already believes her time is coming to an end and I have to smile and tell her to stay hopeful, all while having the same thoughts.

She has been on the waiting list for a heart transplant for the last 2 years and we’re still nowhere near where we need to be. As if I could even afford the surgery once she gets a transplant.

The doctor told me it’ll be another 3 years before she could get a heart donor, and in the same breath told me she wouldn’t last a year without one. Life is cruel.

Mrs. Kim isn’t phased by my tears, and through my blurred vision, I think she smiles wider.

“Y/n,” She leans close as if she has a secret she’s been dying to tell me. Her dark eyes were now bright with mischief.

“Reject Namjoon’s proposal. Tell him you’re done with him and turn your back on him. That’s all I need from you and I can get your sister moved up on the transplant list. I could get her ready for surgery by tomorrow if I wanted to. I’ll pay for everything.”

I leaned back in the seat, a sob ripping through my chest at her proposition. My hands fell into my lap and I looked down at them.

“I mean, you’re not going to let your precious sister die are you?” She egged on, making my sobs grow stronger, “A big sister should do everything in their power to save their siblings right?”

Namjoon’s smiling face flashed into my mind, followed by my sister’s face. She sat there weak and scared in her hospital bed with a small smile on her lips.

“At least I'll be able to see mom soon.” She said softly.

I bring my hand up to my chest, slouching over in my seat with my hand gripping at the fabric of my shirt. It feels like my heart is tightening up. Growing tight in the grips of the reality of what’s in front of me.

The pain was running throughout my whole being, leaving me unable to speak words.

“So are you going to pick Namjoon or Luna? What will the choice be Y/n?”

I don’t know how long I’m sitting there crying but Mrs. Kim doesn’t stop me, watching me with judgmental eyes. It might have been the tears in my eyes but for a small second, I thought I saw some sadness in her eyes.

I struggled to catch my breath, sniffling, and wiping the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hands.

“So what will it be?” She asks when my breathing returns to normal.

I clench my teeth, fighting off the second wave of tears that tickled my eyes.

“I-I’ll...I’ll leave Namjoon. I’ll do it.”

《 PRESENT》

I walk out of the bathroom, knowing I was already 5 minutes past the appropriate time someone takes to use the bathroom. I walk down the hallway, my steps quick to get back to my desk before Mr. Kim has a reason to yell at me.

I meet an angry Mrs. Kim coming in the opposite direction. When we lay our eyes on each other, other steps slow, leaving us in a silent staring match. We stood about 4 yards from each other, the tension being so thick, I thought I could feel it around me.

“Seems like your son still hates you.” I jeer with a grin.

She snickers, taking slow strides towards me, “What? Does it make you feel like you’re a winner?” She looks me up and down with the same look of pity she gave me while I sobbed in front of her 3 years ago.

“All I know is that you weren’t able to repair that so-called relationship with your son. You should have known I had nothing to do with that.”

She stops just as she’s walking past me, her eyes forward while she stood right beside me.

“Don’t worry Y/n...knowing that the questions of ‘What If’ that haunt you at night will always cause you to hate yourself, is all I need. In the end...only a fool would think they’ve won such a battle.”

Her words make my blood run cold, and I grow stiff as she continues to waltz away, stopping at the elevators. I stand there frozen long enough to hear the ding as the doors open, and the ding as they close.

It seems this time around, there are no winners after all. Just two losses and a casualty that is the one and only Kim Namjoon.

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Something Just Like This - CH36

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Warnings: Fluff, a dash of angst

WC: 3386

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dean never thought they could talk things out in such a short time. He thought it might take days but all it took was some cuddles and a warm bath. He should have known though, because Y/N ticks the same way he does. She’s simple, says what’s on her mind, asks the hard questions even if she doesn’t really want to know the answer.

She’s shaking as he dries her off and carries her to the bed to help her dress in a fresh pair of pj pants, a shirt and one of his oversized sweater before he tucks her in. He threw a shirt over his own head, wears some fresh underwear and walks out to get her pills. He comes in, asks if she’s hungry but she wasn’t. It’s still a couple of hours until dinner time anyway. He slips into bed with her after, can’t really spoon her because of her ankle but he gets as close as possible, lays his head on her good shoulder and noses at her neck.

He breathes in her scent and whispers, “You smell good again.”

Y/N laughs at that, “Thanks?”

He has to laugh too because he didn’t mean for it to come out like it did. “No, I mean, you smell like you again. I missed that.”

She has her hand in his hair, scratches his head and he can hear her steady heartbeat.

“There’s something I want you to see.” He says, rolls on the bed and gets his phone off the charger, hands it to her wordlessly.

She takes it, a frown on her face.

“Look at it.” He urges her and she pushes at the button, making the phone light up in the dark.

It’s still the picture of her and Cuddles on his home screen.

“Dean,” She whispers, “I—”

“0502” He says simply and she looks at him perplexed, frowns when she realizes what the numbers are for.

She thumbs over the digits, punches in the code and when she unlocks it, she sees a picture of her which he once took while she was still sleeping. Hair a mess, mouth open. He thinks it’s cute but she wouldn’t agree. She doesn’t say anything though.

“Open my call activities.” He whispers and she does, opens it and looks through it, he doesn’t have a lot of callers on there, so it’s not hard to see that there are 3,212 calls he made to her old number.

Y/N has tears in her eyes and Dean brushes his thumb against her cheek before he goes on. He’s not going to stop now, wants to get it over with because he wants her to know.

“Look at my messages.”

She thumbs around on his phone, and opens the texting app. Her hands fly to her mouth, covering it.

He nuzzles his nose against her shoulder as she looks through it. There are messages he sent to her old number, and it starts from the moment she walked out. She can’t possibly go through them all because the last one was only sent three days ago. He never stopped texting her, if sometimes only for him to say hi and that he’s missing her.

She opens her mouth, “I’m—”

“—it’s okay.” He interrupts her.

He’s told her everything she wanted to know. Everything he thought was important anyway. And everything he told her was the truth either. He wished he knew about the FBI thing sooner though, but what good would that have been? If he could go back, he wouldn’t have changed a thing. Would still have loved her. Would have wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

Dean takes his phone from her hands and moves up a little, lays his head next to hers on the pillow instead, rests his forehead on her temple. “Are you staying?” His heart is beating fast as he asks the question, and is kind of prepared if she’d say no, although it would kill him but he’s not the one who wouldn’t let her go if that’s what she really wants.

“If you want me to?” She asks, and it’s like music to his ears.

“Yeah,” He smiles, “I’d like that.”

***

Dean’s in the living room making breakfast when Sam knocks at his door.

Dean let’s Sam in and immediately Sam senses that something’s different, because he grins so fucking idiotic and it makes Dean nauseous. That big ass sasquatch always knows when something’s up.

“How did your night go, huh? Wink wink nudge nudge.”

“Sammy, stop being so fucking creepy.”

“I see a pair of women's shoes at the door that’s obviously not your size, Dean, of course I have to be creepy!”

Sam walks in further and takes the cup of coffee out of Dean’s hand before he steals a strip of bacon from a plate. “You’re making breakfast for two, too! Guess she performed really well, that you let her stay.”

“Sam,” Dean growls, it’s a warning.

“I hope you used protection.” Sam’s taking another mouthful of bacon and washes it down with the coffee, “I don’t think you shouldn’t let people sue you for child support.”

“Sammy!” Dean didn’t mean to be so loud, placing his fingers to his lips as a way to warn himself. And then, softer, he says, “Y/N’s here.”

“What?” Sam shouts.

“You’re being loud!” Dean hisses.

“Sorry, okay,” Sam says and then he hisses too, “What? Where did you find her?”

“She was in a car accident. Messed up her ankle real bad. Long story short—”

“—Too late.”

“Oh, haha — shut up.” Dean mocks grumpily and goes on, “I was still her emergency contact on her phone and that leads us here.”

“Okay, fine, she’s here but have you talked it through? I hate to see you sad again, man.”

Dean smirks, “Don’t worry we talked plenty. She explained everything and I had my closure. I feel good. Haven’t felt this good in what?”

“A year.” Sam says drily.

“Yeah. She needs a lawyer to sue that son of a bitch who crashed into her car. You in?”

“Sure, send me the details because I gotta go now,” Sam knocks at the counter twice, “Was only on the way to the office, wanted to see how you’re doing. Is Y/N staying?”

“I think so, why?”

“Bring her around for dinner?”

Dean grins, “Sure.”

“Oh, that Lambo? Yours?”

“Cas. You wanna drive it?” Dean lifts his eyebrows in question.

Sam’s sending him a bitchface. “Nah, my dick’s way too big.”

***

A couple of days later, Dean got Sergei to check up on Y/N. The doctor still lives in one of his apartments, even though he too, got more money than he probably will need in his life. But Sergei’s always been a one weird creature of habit, maybe that’s why he didn’t want to move. And maybe it’s also because Dean lets him live here rent free. It’s the least he can do since Sergei helped save Y/N’s life.

She’s doing much better and they can now lower her pain meds intake. Which probably also means that she’s gonna be awake more and Dean considers that a win. It’s still going to be a little over five weeks until she can take her cast off, though.

Y/N’s workplace had called in to lay her off. She was a little sad about that. It’s not really like she needed the money because Dean has plenty. He could give her half and would still have more than enough left to last him a whole lifetime. He thinks it’s more because she really likes to work, likes to have a purpose in life and he gets that. He tried to cheer her up, telling her that if she wants, she can pick up drawing again and he can fund her own art gallery. His idea wasn’t well received. And by mentioning the art, she suddenly remembers the drawing she left on her bedside table and asked him where it was. He said it’s in a safe place because he doesn’t want to tell her yet, but the truth is, that he framed it and took it to the new house, hung it up right at the entrance so every time he would go in there, he’d see and be reminded what he’s doing it for. Never actually gave up on the idea of finding her again one day and showing her the house, even if at that time he wouldn’t be in the picture of her new future anymore.

One day, he’d tell her. But it’s still too early now.

Cas came by last night to exchange his Baby against the hideous Lamborghini. Thank fucking god because Dean was starting to feel very awkward driving a Lambo around town to do the simplest of things. Cas had asked to see Y/N but she was already sleeping. He promised to take her around once she’s better. Maybe Dean should start to make a list of all the people who want to see Y/N to keep track and not to miss anyone.

Gabe called too, Sam had been talking, like the gossip girl he is, and Gabe is overly excited that she’s found. Gabe was the one who helped Dean search for her because he hated to see Dean in the state he was in. He said to Dean that it’s worse than after the time their camp had been destroyed in Afghanistan. Dean owes Gabe a lot and Gabe’s also the only one who still lives nearby. He never needed much and only took enough money from Dean to tie him over until he can find another job. More than money, Gabe needs distraction, he once told Dean. He doesn’t need money because money would bring him back to the habit that he wants to shake off. So, now, if Dean needs anything, he’ll contact Gabe. Gabe actually insists on it.

Y/N comes out of the bedroom, wearing one of his shirts. Dean doesn’t know why she raids his side of the closet when she has enough clothes herself. But he doesn’t really mind. She’s wearing a skirt because it’s easier to get it over the cast. Dean absolutely hates how cute she looks with the oversized shirt and the frilly skirt. Hates it because it makes him want her in a way he doesn’t allow himself to want her. Not yet.

“I’m ready.”

“Good.” Dean says and it came out grumpy but he’s really not. It’s just that her outfit does things to him and he absolutely hates that he likes it.

He takes the key and gives her a hand to walk to the door. She clutches one crutch on the other side.

“Jesus, this will take forever.” He mutters under his breath and sweeps her off her feel, carries her over his shoulder while she’s holding the crutch.

“Dean!”

“I’m sorry, it’s just, I’d like to get back by tonight and not still be here by then.”

She’s still over his shoulder when they get into the elevator and he sees their reflection in the mirror. He has his hand on her thigh and her skirt almost rides up to her ass. He turns his gaze down, doesn’t look. He carries her over to his car and they get in.

They’re driving to her apartment, moving things back to his place. Because it’s final. She’s staying. She really fucking stays.

Yesterday morning when he brought her a coffee to bed she looked at him and just smiled. Nothing else, just a smile. And her smile lasted an awful long while until he had to ask what’s wrong.

“I’m staying.” She said. Nothing less, nothing more. But it’s enough for him to sit down and kiss her. He wanted to ask if she really meant it. If she really thought it through because if she stays this time, there’s no running away and he had made it clear that he’s not letting her go anyway. He didn’t ask though, didn’t feel the need to because he’s sure that she knows.

She lived in a rundown building. It's a studio apartment and it’s nothing like her last one. The staircase smells of piss and he’s sure that he saw some kids selling drugs at the corner of the street. It’s surely not a nice neighborhood. Her apartment is small, cozy and it’s a stark contrast to the outside world around the building. Still, it makes Dean mad. He’s angry that she had to live here for so long without him knowing. But he guesses that if the circumstances would have been different, if Dean would have come knocking, she wouldn’t have wanted to come home with him anyway.

Sometimes, things need time to fall into place and letting her come back on her own might have been the best for the both of them.

He brought a big duffel because she said that there’s not a lot to take back anyway. There’s notebooks where she keeps her drawings. Some books, a laptop. She packs only the clothes she really likes and that’s it. It doesn’t even fill the whole duffel he brought with him. Gabe is going to come around to clear and throw things out sometimes later in the week.

Dean carries her and the duffel down the stairs, breathes relief that his Baby was still standing and waiting for him at the curb where he left her.

She rolls her eyes when she sees him talking to the car, telling Baby how happy he was to see her still here and ready to roll.

“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad around here.”

“Yeah, right. I saw someone exchanging his own grandma for drugs. It’s clearly not that bad.” Dean snorts and tells her to get in.

They get home in time for dinner and pills. It’s only one pill now and it doesn’t make her mind as foggy as the ones before. She can even stay around and watch TV with him. He has his legs propped up on the coffee table, she’s leaning into him on the side and he wraps his arm around her.

It’s easy, Dean thinks. He welcomes the good feeling back into his heart.

One step at a time.

She falls asleep against him, so Dean scoops her up and walks her to the bed. He tucks her in and slips in next to her. And he’s able to spoon her now, her ankle isn’t hurting as much anymore. He breathes in, the familiar scent makes him light headed.

“Thank you.” She whispers.

“You’re welcome?” He replies but doesn’t really know for what. Not that it matters.

She chuckles at that and Dean listens as her breathing evens out.

***

They’re almost at half time now and the skin underneath her cast starts to itch. She’s on the couch drawing when Dean walks in after he went out for errands. He looks over to see her poking around inside of her cast with a pencil.

“Stop that!” He shouts with his boss voice. It’s low and loud and she jumps up, almost dropping the pencil into the cast.

“It itches!” She whines and fucking pouts at him.

Dean unpacks the groceries, “I know but you’re gonna make it worse.”

Y/N lets out a frustrating groan and lets herself fall back on the sofa, her back hitting the leather with a thud. “This is ridiculous! This stupid cast is driving me nuts!”

“You’re driving me nuts!” Dean’s laughing. It’s easy how quick things progress with the two of them. How quickly they become comfortable with each other again. As if there was not a whole fucking year which separated them. He really missed that. Miss the silly arguments, the petty fights, miss someone who understands his humor.

He pulls out a container of ice cream he just bought, gets out a spoon and walks over to where she's lying with her arm thrown dramatically over her face.

Dean sits down, digs into the ice cream — chocolate chip cookie dough, because it’s the one they both like and can compromise on. He’d rather have anything with peanut butter in it and she’s more of a coconut girl — and holds out a spoonful of ice cream out, waves it in front of her face. She still doesn’t see anything because of her arm.

“Y/N, come on, open your mouth.”

She doesn’t stir, “This better not be your dick, Dean, I’m angry.”

“What’s wrong with my dick?”

“It just doesn’t really make me feel better.”

Dean frowns and shoves the spoon into his own mouth, smacks his lips loudly as he eats it. “You contradict yourself because you used to say, and I quote, your dick always makes me feel so good.”

He actually wouldn’t know if it would still make her feel good because they haven’t done anything yet since she’s back. Just little kisses here and there and a lot of cuddling. Dean’s quite okay with that but it’s fucking hard to really stay away and he anticipates the day the cast will be off because maybe then she’ll be in the mood. He waited one year, what’s a couple of weeks longer, really. He just knows that it’ll be worth it and besides, he enjoys the thing they have as it is. It’s not just about sex, he once told Sam, and it’s still true.

She opens her eyes when Dean takes another spoonful. “What are you? Oh my god I want ice cream!” She sits up, and moves closer, pushing her head through his arm that’s holding the container, so she basically headlocks herself.

“What? I just told you to open your mouth but you didn’t want to.”

“Please?”

“Yeah, beg for it.” Dean smirks, digs into the container, scoops up a spoonful.

She pouts then and it’s not fair that it still manages to make him weak. He feeds her the ice cream and she smirks around the spoon.

They’re sitting and eating together when she suddenly asks, “Can I ask you something? I need advice from a friend.”

He smiles because he likes that. “Sure.”

“So, you remember my ex-boyfriend?” She starts and the mention of the word ex hits him.

“Yeah, faintly.” He plays along.

“Yeah, do you think if I would try to get together with him again it would work out?”

Dean’s heart is racing stupidly fast. “I don’t know. Do you wanna?”

“I kind of do.”

“Does he want to?”

“I think so. He’s been taking care of me since my accident.”

Dean takes a spoonful of ice cream, an attempt to cool down his face. “Do you still love him?”

“I do.” It comes out fast. She didn’t even have to think about it.

Okay, now his heart is doing the weird flip thing.

And then she adds, “I just don’t know if he still loves me like he used to. Or if he’ll be able to love me like that again. He’s been a great friend the last couple of weeks, though. I just don’t really know where we stand yet. I wanna try it again. Maybe if we try we could make it work? Taking one day at a time?”

Dean sets the ice cream down, pulls her against his chest, he’s sure she can feel how fast his heart is beating but he doesn’t even care.

He kisses the top of her head, “Baby, I never stopped loving you. I would love you in any shape, any form, with any past and present, never doubt that.”

It’s the first time he dares to say baby in front of her so she’d hear it, didn’t feel like it’s his place when they still haven��t figured out what’s next. But being able to say it again feels good. It actually feels great. Like it’s a word only fitting for her, apart from his car, obviously.

She cries into his chest, and it’s good, apart from the crying of course. It’s good to feel her close again. It’s good to be able to work towards what they were. It’s good to work towards what they will be.

CH37

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dust-broken-berry · 3 years

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Part 7 is here

This one is shorter and not as relevant to the story as the other parts.

Part 7: The Magic Less

It was later that day, now night and Ink was currently freaking out trying to get a hold of PJ. While Error tried to calm him down and put Gradient to sleep (Gradient is currently four months old, and is Error’s and Ink’s second child.) By then they were at home.

“Ink relax, he isn’t dead”

“You don’t know that”

“Yes I do, he isn’t a dumb kid.”

“Ya ok, but what if he’s being attacked by some monsters right now and he can’t do anything!?”

“Just relax”

Error puts Gradient down to sleep and walks Ink out to the living room and sits down.

“Inky please calm down”

“Why? Can’t I just worry sometimes?”

“I never said you couldn’t worry, you just shouldn’t worry this much.”

“But what if he-”

“He can take care of himself”

Ink was still nervous and grumbled-

“You act like you’re not worried at all.”

“I am, but I trust PJ he is a smart kid.”

Error already knew what was going on with PJ, he knew that he was at Fresh’s house, and that they were dating. But he only found out by accident, but PJ knew that he wouldn’t freak out as muchas Ink would.

Ink thought about it, sighed, and said-

“Ok...I guess you’re right…he is a smart kid…”

“So trust him, ok?”

Ink was hesitant but nodded

“Ok...I will”

“Good”

Ink stood up and said-

“I’m going to get ready for bed, ok?..”

“Good idea, I’ll be there in a second.”

“Ok”

Ink walked around the corner so Error took the opportunity to quickly text PJ-

“PJ your mom’s worrying, he's probably gonna call you and start asking questions. Just text him and say you’re staying the night at a friend’s house. He’ll flip his lid if he finds out you’re at Fresh’s house, and that I didn’t tell.”

“Ok thanks for telling me dad.”

“Welcome”

Error put his phone away as Ink called out-

“Error, you coming?”

“Ya”

Error said getting up and walking around the corner.

PJ had just gotten Error’s last message as he began to text Ink. Fresh rolled over in bed and asked-

“Who was that?”

“Dad warning me about mom. He’s freaking out and dad said that he might start asking questions.”

“Good thing he told ya.”

“It is”

PJ put his phone away, and snuggled into Fresh, he still had a worried look.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…”

“You don’t have to lie to me”

“I’m not, really I’m happy being here with you.”

“...Ok then”

“Let’s just go to sleep...I’m tired.”

“Ok…”

Fresh started to fall asleep, while PJ just laid awake thinking-

“I know why they worry, they are just worried about me having no magic to protect myself…”

PJ sulked

“Out of all the me’s in every multiverse, I had to be like this, I had to be weak.”

He thought

“But this weakness...may help me do something good…”

He smiled

“That is if everything goes according to plan…”

While all of this was happening, Blue’s and Dust’s house was now just about empty, except for Nightmare, he said-

“So you didn’t really talk about much with Ink...he obviously knew about….most things.”

“Ya maybe…”

Blue said nervously, him and Dust were still uneasy and surprised about the news they had heard. Nightmare realised and thought he should probably go-

“Well, I should be going-”

“Wait I want to ask you something”

Blue asked, just before Nightmare was about to leave.

“Ok, what?”

“Well how uh...how far along am I with this...you know.”

“I thought you already knew?”

“Why would we be all surprised when you said it if we knew!?”

Dust asked confused, followed by Nightmare grumbling and saying-

“I thought you knew because you're most likely due in three weeks or less.”

Blue definitely not expecting it to be so soon screamed-

“THREE WEEKS OR LESS!?!?”

“Well have you used your...um”

Nightmare tried to think of what to call it-

“Magic...body?...”

He couldn’t think of anything good, but it still got the point across. Blue processed what Nightmare said, and he blushed saying-

“N-Not the top half-”

“Ok too much information but regardless you’re due in at most three weeks.”

“I thought I was feeling drained but I didn’t think that was why…”

“Well for some monsters pregnancy can progress much faster depending on one's magic level.”

“I know that”

“So before you got more magic you could have easily been...maybe two months along?..”

Once again Dust and Blue were surprised. As again Blue yelled-

“TWO MONTHS ONLY A FEW WEEKS AGO!?”

“Are you sure, that doesn’t make any sense!?”

Dust also yelled, but not as loud as Blue. Nightmare just said-

“If Blue had the amount of magic he has now, then he would’ve had the baby at the very least four weeks ago.”

“BUT STILL!”

Blue yelled again, making Nightmare just sigh-

“Blue, Dust just calm down”

The two listened, and took a few deep breaths. Dust relaxed and said-

“Ok...ok....thanks Nightmare”

“You’re welcome, but now I should be going.”

This time with no interruptions Nightmare left. Dust turned and looked down at Blue.

“Hey Blue...try doing that ecto stomach thing.... You know just to see.”

“Ok…”

Blue’s stomach suddenly appeared, it had a blue tint, with see thru ecto like skin. They both saw that Blue was really, really, pregnant.

“G-Geez…”

Blue said shocked

“Well...I guess gotta go get baby stuff tomorrow.”

“Ya we probably should, it’s too late now and I don’t want to wake BluePrint.”

“Ok, so you just want to go to bed?”

“Myehe....you don’t even have to sleep.”

“Ya I’m still getting used to that fact. But it does make me feel better sometimes...especially after stressing this much.”

“Ya that’s understandable...so ya for now let’s just go and sleep.”

“Ok”

The two obviously still shaken about the news that had received went to bed. Hoping that tomorrow would be better, or at least less surprising.

The next day with PJ and Fresh was not as uneventful as the day before with Blue and Dust but still things were happening no matter how trivial they might’ve been.

“I’m telling you that you can borrow it.”

Fresh said, trying to give PJ one of his hoodies because he didn’t bring any extra clothes.

“I told you it’s fine, you don’t have to.”

“I want to, besides you didn’t bring any other clothes.”

“That’s because I didn’t plan on staying...at first.”

“Ok still just take it, you can give it back later.”

“Hm...fine”

“Good, I really didn’t think I’d have to convince you though.”

PJ took the oversized multicolored hoodie and put it on. The sleeves went over his hands so he pulled them up.

“Thanks Fresh, but now I should really get going.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see ya later.”

Fresh said giving PJ a goodbye kiss as PJ went out the door. As he walked through underfresh monsters waved hi to him, knowing that he and Fresh were together.

But as he was walking his phone went off.

“Probably just mom”

He said as he took out his phone. The contacts read BluePrint.

PJ had been secretly talking to his younger half brother without either of his parents knowing. He read the message-

“Hey PJ guess what?”

“What is it?”

“I overheard my dad and Mr.Nightmare talking, and he said that my dad was having a baby!”

“Really? When is he having the baby?”

“Well Mr.Nightmare said less than three weeks.”

PJ was surprised to hear that he had less than three weeks to get ready for his plan. He said-

“Less than...three weeks…”

His phone went off again-

“Right now me and dad are shopping for baby stuff, we have a lot of stuff…”

PJ didn’t want to seem suspicious so he just kept texting BluePrint.

“Ya there’s normally a lot of stuff, and it’s expensive too.”

“Ya really expensive”

There wasn’t anything for a few seconds, until-

“I got to go, my phones almost dead. But I’ll say hi again later.”

“That’s fine don’t worry about it”

“Ok bye”

“Bye”

PJ hit sent, and put his phone away as he walked inside his parents house.

“Mom? Dad? I’m back”

PJ walked in the house and closed the door behind him. He walked around and noticed Error in the kitchen with some coffee.

“Morning dad”

“Oh morning PJ”

Error said looking at the hoodie PJ was wearing.

“If your mom wokes up and sees you with that on he’ll freak out.”

“I know I just didn’t have any other clothes and Fresh insisted that I take it.”

“Well at least he cares, but before your mom gets up I would lose it.”

Ink walked around the corner yawning and rubbing his eyes.

“*Yawn* Morning Error and oh PJ you’re back-”

Ink stopped talking as his eyes narrowed like a hawk, the then tired Ink dashed to Error and PJ. PJ surprised screamed-

“GAH!?!?”

“Uh Inky?”

Error asked, already knowing that this wasn’t going to go well. Ink asked-

“PJ what are you wearing!?”

“Um…”

PJ didn’t know what to say as he just stood there sweating nervously. He looked over at Error desperately, but all Error did was give him a thumbs up as he drank his coffee. PJ thought and could only mutter out-

“Erg...well it’s a-”

“Wait a second”

Ink stared intensely at PJ and then-

“PJ...are you dating someone!”

Ink’s mood changed completely as he hugged PJ. All PJ could say was-

“Uh…”

PJ with a happyish expression looked over at Error sheepishly. Error proceeded to say-

“Just wait until he finds out who it is.”

“I’ma just ignore that remark, Error! I will be happy with whoever is dating my little Jammy.”

“Hehe...ya”

PJ laughed nervously as Ink let him go to look at the hoodie.

“Now let me get a closer look at that hoodie! I may even know who it is-”

Ink’s expression changed from happy...to not so much. Error put his cup down and said-

“Told ya”

“No…”

“Um…”

PJ didn’t know what to say in this situation. Error just said-

“Yes”

Error wrapped strings around Ink as he said-

“See ya later kid”

“Yep, ok”

PJ said as he ran back out the door with Ink screaming at Error to “Let him go!” angrily.

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Past loves and future babies pt. 8

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“Oh hello, beautiful!” Dixie sighed, throwing herself onto the bed pulling the pillow to herself. Cuddling up she let out a long sigh of pure contentment. What was it about a fresh bed after a long emotional day that just… was the most wonderful thing in the world?

Behind her she could hear Steve chuckle. Glancing up between messy hair and fluffy cotton she could barely see him grabbing some pajama pants from the dresser.

“Are you going to change?” he asked

Rolling onto her back Dixie heaved a huge side. The worst thing in the world is having to leave a bed once you have curled up in it’s wonderful fluffy embrace. “I guess…” she drawled, dragging her words out as if it would extend her stay.

Something hit her and she blinked sitting up looking at an oversized tee shirt sitting in her lap. Steve had turned his pack to her gong toward the bathroom to change. Ever the gentleman as always. They were supposed to be going at it like rabbits yet he still afforded her whatever privacy he could.

“You know what,” Dixie said, kicking off her pants and shirt before slipping on the oversized tee, “We should start buying pjs and splitting them, you can have the pants and I'll take the tops.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” he said coming back in. The sweats hanging low on his hips showing off that beautiful torso of his. It was kind of unfair how perfect his body was really.

“I’m nothing if filled with good ideas. Some would even say it’s my only quality.”

Steve came and laid down next to her looking up at her from his side, his propped up by his arm.

“I wouldn’t say that’s your only quality.” his hand brushing the hem of her shirt absentmindedly, “You’re also very caring.”

Dixie looked down at him, her own gaze meeting those large blue eyes so focused on nothing. Lost in his own thoughts.

Then he looked up at her.

And Dixie felt the very familiar clench in her stomach where she wasn’t sure if she was going to be sick. His look was so intense. So deep and genuine it made her want to run. It’s that panic, the dred when you are in the ocean and come up for air only to see another huge wave rolling over you. That feeling of being tossed unsure what way is up as the water rushes through your ears.

“You are just so focused,” he continued, “You have a way of just taking things as they are accepting the problem as it is before attacking it. I’ve never met anyone like that.” he wasn’t looking away, his gaze was so steady she felt like she was a deer caught in a headlights.

Why is he saying this? Why would he think that?

“We… I... “ she looked away, the urge to leave so strong she almost did it. Why was it so hard to take a compliment? Why couldn’t she be grateful for the kind words. “You can only solve a problem if you know it’s there. Everyone knows that.”

He chuckled rolling onto his back, finally looking away from her. Breaking the spell that he had been holding over her. It was like a breath of fresh air. Slowly she was able to climb back onto shore away from those deep blue eyes.

“I guess I do that too, but with my fists. Bucky always used to get mad at me for not backing down from any fight.”

“See, maybe that’s why we were chosen, because we wouldn’t give up.”

“Yeah.”

Where they even chosen? The message had been so unclear. Part of her wondered how they had actually met. What was that meet-cute that had caused that cattolious for this future savior of the universe.

“Cool” she scooted down into the covers, not sure what to say. Cool works I guess. Pulling the covers around herself getting ready to try and sleep. Although all the exhaustion she had previously felt was suddenly gone. Her body felt like it was burning up. Buzzing with an energy that she needed to run out.

“Thank you,” it was soft, more of a whisper, maybe more to himself than to her.

Turning she looked at him. Eyes locking, both studying the other lit by only the bedside light. Giving them a warm golden glow.

“Thank you” he said again gently brushing away a few strands of hair from her face. Playing with the locks watching them fall from his fingers, “For reminding me of who I was.”

There it was again. That unbalanced. That pounding in her heart that she wasn’t sure if it was a panic attack or something else. All she could do was nod as he leaned forward gently kissing her forehead. So soft and tender.

Her hand found his fingers just a few inches away, unsure what to do she placed her hand over his. He made the move forward twisting his plan so his larger hand was enveloping her own. Fingers intertwining he pulled her closer to him moving his body over hers. She didn’t fight him. She wasn’t even sure how.

His body was so much bigger than hers. Something that was painfully obvious as he leaned over her kissing her nose before pulling away to look down at her. Their hands still intertwined; he pulled it toward his mouth, kissing her fingers one at a time. His eyes never leaving hers.

Her heart, her poor heart. It wasn’t sure if it wanted to flutter with excitement or pure anxiety. As it was she vaguely wondered if she might have a heart attack. Or maybe it would drop into her stomach and bleed out.

Their lips met in a chaste kiss. Gentle as he asked for her permission. He never went too far, always slow and hesitant waiting to see if she would pull away.

She wanted to pull away.

Not like this. Not after what he had said to her. Not with the way he was kissing her. It was too sweet, too tender. It was too intimate.

She had to be so scared of being intimate with someone.

He pulled away again and studied her. Their eyes locked, both looking for something.

Fuck.

She had told him he needed to work on whatever was stopping him. But what about her? Her fears of getting hurt was making her get more hurt. It was simple, she could enjoy what this was without falling in love. All she had to do was stop thinking about it.

After all romance, love, it is all mental. So if you say you're not in love you aren’t.

Pushing herself forward she kissed him. Made the first move. Enjoying his taste, the feeling of his body over her. Her free hand moving to his broad shoulders gently moving over them. Pulling him closer to her. He lowered himself posisting his body between her legs as he kissed her back.

He felt good over her, his hips gently brushing over hers slowly warming her body. All those cloudy emotions slowly being pushed away by another emotion.

She pushed her hips up closer to his grinding up into him. She could feel his bulge through the thin material of his sweats. Letting out a soft grunt he pushing into her. Riding her panties with his own sweats. There was a slight falter and something cracked.

Something about it made her laugh. Them dry humping like a couple of teenagers.

Steve pulled away slightly looking down at her as she curled up giggling “I’m sorry” she said trying to pull herself together but she couldn’t help it.

“What?”

“I just… Why is this always so awkward? I just can’t see you as ” she giggled “I just” she burst out giggling again.

Steve sighed “Maybe if we just kiss?”

That made it worse. Maybe they would play some 90’s love ballads too? Boys to Men anyone? You know to get in the mood?

Chuckling Steve rolled onto his back watching her a smile on his lips. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she giggled trying to compose herself.

“No, I like you like this.” Steve said then propping himself up he studied her, “It’s late and there is no rush. How about I take you out on a proper date tomorrow?”

“What?” she frowned.

“Well this isn’t working so let’s actually try to get to know each other.” he reasoned

“That makes sense” she nodded as Steve reached out grabbing her arm pulling her close to him. Cuddling up wrapping his body around her with a new determination. “Tomorrow I want to take you out dancing.”

“Ok” She told him softly her fingers brushing over his strong arms that were wrapped around him. Although she was pretty sure there wasn’t a place they could do his type of dancing but she also didn’t want to say that and runin the moment. He was moving past a heartbreak. Let him believe taking someone out dancing was still a thing.

Maybe it was. Honestly Dixie had never been to Georgia who knew what mythical date stops it held.

This was for the future she thought softly. It was for their baby. After all, shouldn't their child know they had a good relationship. As she let her body relax in his embrace she told herself this was fine. She would be fine when he left.

“Besides,” Steve said, “I like this” he mumbled in her hair

“I am pretty cuddly,” Dixie giggled, poking her thick stomach only to have Steve move her finger away so he could wrap his arms tighter around her waist.

“You really are.”

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“There is no such thing as dinner and dancing anymore” Wanda sighed as Steve stood there looking helpless. He had gathered his team together ot help him plan out the best date for dixie and they were worse than useless. Instead of being helpful Sam had started cracking jokes. Bucky had gotten mad Sam wasn't taking it seriously. Tony had just chuckled with a glass of Whiskey watching them fight. While Wanda tried her best to be helpful by shooting down every idea Steve had.

“I promised her,” it came out more needy than he meant. He just wanted to do something nice for the pretty girl. After all Dixie had put up with so much these past few weeks. She deserved to be taken out on the town.

“You’re little Captain Kirk isn’t going to be upset with what you do. She knows she’s here to help save the future.” Tony shrugged, “Just take her out to dinner and a movie or something.”

“Yeah man, why dancing?” Sam asked, still unable to wrap his mind around the fact that even after all this time Steve thought there were clubs with big bands that people requested where they could dance.

“I want her to feel special”

“Whatever you do I think she’ll feel special that you planned it,” Wanda said softly. “I think she just wants to feel like she belongs here.”

Steve turned to her surprised. He had never thought of that before. Dixie always seemed pretty content to just live her life. Sure she interacted with the other avengers but she normally kept to herself. Happily doing her own routine, the only person she really interacted with on a semi daily basics was the little witch.

He was about to respond when the alarm for the base went off. The avengers looked up confused as the sirens blared lights flickering around them.

“That’s not a good sign. Tony mumbled standing up

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Dixie sighed, running her fingers through her hair as she looked over her stuff hanging in the small walk-in closet. What kind of shit does one wear to go dancing? She hadn’t really packed any club clothes and even if she had it’s not like she could picture Steve at a club. Although she also wasn’t sure what other kind of dancing they could be doing.

Maybe she should have asked.

Was there time to drag Wanda out to get an outfit?

Was it even worth buying an outfit?

Since moving in with the Avengers she had been given a small salary for… baring Mr America’s children. Honestly thinking about it now she wasn’t much more than a glorified hooker. It wasn’t like they were paying her for much other than to get pregnant.

She really wasn’t earning her keep was she.

Eh, money is money.

But back to the moment at hand.

What does one wear to a dancing date with a man who grew up in the 40’s.

Most of her clothes consisted of leggings and jeans. Lots of fun graphic tees and a pair of leather leggings she just couldn't part with. Slowly moving stuff aside her eyes landed on that one black dress that every girl needs in her closet. The one she would use to sneak into buildings and stuff. It was but a simple sheath dress that could be dressed up or down.

You can never go wrong with a black dress really.

Slipping it up she studied herself in the mirror.

It did fit her perfectly and she had been grateful when Mac had made her buy it. Guess it would help her sneak into Steve’s dick.

Although that metaphor kind of didn’t work but hey, a girl’s got to try.

“This is going to be good” she told herself in the mirror pulling her hair back trying to decide how she wanted to wear it, “You got this Dixie, you are a fucking queen.”

Flashing herself a smile started to unzip the dress when her phone ran. Frowning, she picked it up, seeing Mac’s name on the ID. he never called her without texting her first. Something was up.

Something not good.

“Hey Mac what’s going on.

“Dixie, you have a problem.”

As if on que the lights flickered and alarms blared over head. Quickly zipping back up her dress Dixie ran toward the door of her apartment.

“What the fuck?”

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vangoddamn · 4 years

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Play me a song

Part 2 - Bondy

Warning: smut, smut, smut oh also smut

The drive to the studio was 2 hours and passed by quite quickly. You all decided to split up in each others cars, you, Van and Bob in one car, Benji, Larry and Bondy the other. Most of the journey was spent playing Nintendo switch with Bob and teasing Van how bad if a driver he was.

You wanted to sleep and couldn't wait to get to the destination to find your room. Last night was as sleepless as once thought and were lucky to get any sleep once you realised how hard thesw next few months would be. Stuck with Bondy seemed merely impossible.

If course you'd been on tours before, but you could easily go off in the day and end up being able to dodge certain people if needed. However these circumstances left very little room to hide away.

After your daydreaming, we pulled into the most picturesque farm house, it had ivy growing up and blossom trees lined up the road to the house. Forest surrounded the house with trees that towered above you like an older brother would. The house seemed like something from a fairy tale and it was no secret as to why the lids wanted to bring you now.

As you walked in it was like a stately home, marble floored kitchens, sleek tall walls. Where the lounge room or parlour should've graced there was a recording area with all the latest tech. Quick enough you ran up the stairs to bagsy the best room first. After careful consideration you decided.

The room was fairly big with a double bed taking centre stage. It's luxurious grey crisp sheets where soft against your touch and it was home to a record player on the bedside table. The wall opposite the bed was filled with books and vinyl and you wondered how many you could read in the time you were here. But this isn't the reason why you chose this room. Covering the north facing wall was a wall of glass opening onto a balcony that looked over the mass of trees, that you longed to explore.

Whilst lost in my trance I missed the sound of someone coming in, until they wrapped their arms around your waist and nuzzled into your neck. "You've chosen then" Johnny chuckled as he held me tighter to him. Moments like these I couldn't help but think what if things were different.

"do you like my choice?" I questioned him playing with his fingers.

"hmm, I knew you'd go for this one, have you seen the ensuite yet?" He mumbled in comfort, until I ruined it and turned around in suprise. And of course in my doing so I noticed a door behind Johnny's chuckling frame.

The bathroom was even more luxurious, marble floors let right up to another wall of glass looking out into the abyss. A copper bath lay Infront of the window and you tried hard not to imagine the both of you relaxing there.

"this place is crazy!" I squeeled turning around to look at him, leaning against the door frame perfect in every way. I walked over to him, little bounce in my step and kissed his cheek. "Thanks for letting me come with you" I smiled breathing in his scent and basking in the way it felt, feeling his hands sneak into my waist. I didn't even realise I'd closed my eyes in bliss at the closeness.

"it's a pleasure love" he whispered

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The evening was spent eating takeaway pizza and playing fifa, oh and drinking too much beer. You didn't play much after your several wins, and spent most the time making fun of Van and how bad he was. Although the many beers had created a buzz around you, and you tried hard not to do anything you'd regret, whilst downing another pint. After many more drinks you still felt paralisingly tired and decided to make your way up to bed, stumbling on every other step. You just hadn't realised someone else would join you.

It was quite hot and so the need for PJ's was hardly there, so settling for a t shirt you brushed your teeth and headed to the bed. It was like living on a dream and the abundance of pillows made it feel like you were floating. The smell was like fresh cotton and pine trees and the sheets were soft and cozy.

It was completely dark outside now and you'd turned all the lights off. You could here the lids coming upstairs to their rooms in drabs. Your stomach turning to jelly each time someone came close to your door. Half of you was expecting Van the other hoping for Johnny.

But as the night grew older and the sky became darker you gave up turning to your side looking out of the windows. The curtains were sheer and the draft from the door that lay open created a wind that danced and twirled with the curtains.

You became restless and you became more awake than before, growing more bored by the second. That was until you thought you heard the the door open, your ears pricking up trying to detect movement.

Johnny's body joined onto mine as he cuddled up to me like usual. It would've been more of a shock to me if I'd been more tired and less intoxicated but I wasn't so I chose to ignore my conscience, and rolled over on top of his body. My legs were either side of his hips and we both shared a look of mischief.

"how come your here?" I grinned staring down at him, his fingers playing with the hair that was loose before placing it behind my ear softly and sitting up.

"to say goodnight" he whispered, cupping y/n's cheek and placing a kiss on her forehead. If I wasn't as drunk as I was, I'd have smiled back, maybe shied away. But I was bored of this slow burn and wanted him.

A long passionate kiss was all it took to ignite the fire as her lips moved against his ferociously. They'd never kissed like this before and it was nearly as intoxicating and addictive as the alcahol that lingered around the both of them.

You found that your hips were slowly moving against his at a steady pace as the kiss turned more feverish and open mouthed. He mumbled your name into your mouth giving you access to swipe your tongue across exploring his mouth.

Soon he pulled away, making you feel disappointed until he quickly attached his mouth onto my neck sucking slightly, surely leaving a mark. But you didn't mind at this point as your neck arched along with your back as the grinding of hips we're slowly creating a warmth below that was hard to cope with.

"Johnny" you moaned louder than you'd anticipated, making his lips detach from your skin, and a suprised smirk slid onto his face.

"quiet doll" he shushed placing his finger into your mouth which only turned you on more, taking his finger into your mouth and sucking like a child with a lolly pop.

"wow" Johnny sighed deeply, intertwining both your hands and rolling you onto your back, sinking into the cloud like mattress. You could feel his member as he kneeled on you this time kissing down your body before he suddenly came up again a worrying look on his face. "Y/n are you ok with this, I don't want to go to far" fussing over you he held your cheek in his free hand.

"Johnny, you could never go to far" kissing his lips as a comfort.

"tell me, if I need to stop" he said in a sterner tone I thought I'd ever heard from him. I answered with a nod my attention going back to the burning within my soul which he returned to quickly.

His hands untangled from you and pulled down your panties with a wide smirk on his face. "What're you laughing at" my face was screwed up and looking at him confused.

"love, your dripping already"

"you've kept me waiting for how many years Mr bond?" I snided back sexually frustrated beyond ever before. With that comment he went back to work his tongue sliding easily against my folds eliciting a moan from my mouth.

As he ventured further into me his thumb found its way to my clit rubbing it gently causing a rush of nerves. My back arched with pleasure making me pull him up by his shirt that curiously still hung on his frame.

"this isn't aloud" I huffed undoing the buttons on his shirt, throwing it to the ground somewhere. I still wasn't satisfied and to solve the ache down below his tight jeans needed to be gone too. His short giggle and wriggled out his pants made me realise how needy I probably looked. But I didn't care when his naked body was propped up against me.

I felt every curve, dip and bend of his body as he made quick work of the oversized t-shirt that bunched up round my ribs. A low hum slipped out of his mouth reacting to my body beneath him. He had complete control and I couldn't trust him more.

"I can't believe this is my first time seeing you, like completely" I giggled into the crook of his neck. But Johnny was still deeply serious, set in a trance of some sort.

He caressed your body lightly with the back of his finger, going over every curve and bump that I'd always tried so hard to hide. Yet now, with everything on show and nowhere to hide, I'd never felt so safe and loved. "Your beautiful" he sighed kissing me and remembering what his previous mission had been before our moment.

His member teased against my slit and he looked up under his lashes once more, looking for my approval. Smiling I nodded and wrapped my legs round his middle, giving him the go ahead.

A deep moan came out from both of us as he entered me slowly, painstakingly slowly, my hips bucking him so as to get his whole length. Getting the message his pase was set as he drove deep into you catching every nerve in his way making your back arch in pleasure.

"god y/n! Your so tight" he barely managed to get out between sighs. Soon enough his pase is increased and you can't help but whimper loudly under every thrust.

"Johnny!" You practically screamed, muffling the sound halfway through by attaching your lips to his shoulder. The feeling even got stinger as he rubbed his thumb over your clit again. "I'm gonna come" mumbling into his shoulder once more before waves crashed into you and suddenly you fell back, legs still firmly wrapped round him.

"baby I-" he barely finished his sentence before I felt him coat my walls, filling me up, more than I though I could be. His body relaxed and fell down onto mine wresting his head my chest. "Remind me again why we haven't done this before?" he wearily questioned, closing his eyelids, going to slip out of you.

Stopping him before he could release your combined juices you pulled him back down into your body. "Just wait, I wanna save this feeling" you mumbled in his hair.

At some point he had to pull out, separating your bodies, letting the juices flow out of you. It felt as if a part of you had been taken away from you, something you didn't like.

After Bondy cleaned you up he returned as he was. Nestled on your body, skin against skin, hair tickling your nose. Absent mindedly swirling his fingers on your skin making your body drift into an easy slumber.

"night doll" you expected him to leave and this to be forgotten about but instead he planted a kiss in the valley of your chest and snuggled deeper into the embrace.

<<<<<part 1 >>>>part 3

A/n: hey guys, ok so lol I wasn't actually planning on this quite yet but what happens happens what can I say! Isn't Bondy just the cutest, hope your all doing well xx Em

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aliasimagines · 5 years

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Billy Hargrove | Festival

Summary: you and Billy are going to a festival so he helps you pack and spends the morning at your place. Also you're Jonathan's twin sis in this.

6:23am

You sleepily rubbed your eyes before finally opening them. As it is summer, the sun was already shining brighter than some of your ex-class mates future.

You pulled the blanket over your head, groaning as you saw the light.

Softly muttering 'Fuck' you sat up and pulled the warm blanket off yourself. You got up and pulled down your pj top, which was an oversized shirt that once belonged to your boyfriend. Sighing as you looked down at the duffel bag by the end of the bed which reminded you that you still have some things to pack.

Walking to your wardrobe you started to examine your t shirts when you heard your doom open. Not even bothered to look at who entered your room you threw a piece of clothing in the door's direction.

"Jonathan get out. Same goes for you if it's you Will." you said, annoyed that your brothers would bother you this early. A few moments passed and you still didn't hear the sound of the closing door so you turned around and angrily opened your mouth. "I said GET O...."

You stoped yelling when you found yourself face to face with Billy Hargrove. He was holding up your bra with a smirk on his face.

"Billy!" you shouted in suprise. He tossed your bra away and pulled you into a big hug.

"Morning baby!" he kissed you and pulled away with a grin. "You know, I looked for this shirt everywhere."

"Well... Now you know where it is." you quickly pecked his lips and went back to your wardrobe. "But it's mine now"

You didn't see but he looked at you with a loving smile on his face. He didn't really mind it though, that you kept his shirt, it looks better on you anyway.

Billy stepped behind you and pointed at short pink dress. "You look hot in that, pack it."

Nodding you put the dress in the bag. Billy continued to pick out clothes for you making it easier for you to decide what to pack. Soon your bag was full and you went to take a shower and dressed up. When you got back Billy was laying on your bed and you sat next to him. You started to play with his hair, he hummed at your touch. You wanted to ask him why he was already here but you kinda knew so you only asked if he is ok.

Billy closed his eyes and nodded. "Yeah, sure baby. Just wanted to get away from home. Also this way I could see you in my shirt which is always a delightful sight."

Giggling slightly you kissed his cheek.

"I told ya, it's mine now."

His signature smirk appeared on his face as he grabbed your waist and pulled you on top of him. Billy cupped your face with his big hands as he crashed his lips to yours. One of your hand still toyed with a lock of his hair while the other was touching Billy's abs, his muscular arm and finally caressing his cheek. You pulled away causing him to groan.

"Babe noo.. Your lips are so warm" he whined, sounding like a child. You couldn't help but smile at his behavior. Your placed small kisses on his face, his jawline down his neck and...

BAM!

Your door flew open, revealing Will.

"Y/N, mum says breakfast is rea...." Will's eyes winded as he saw you sitt on top of Billy "Oh god, ew ew ew!"

Covering his eyes, Wil slammed the door. Billy and you look at each other before starting to laugh.

"Poor kid"

You stood up, and once Billy did the same you straightened each others clothes. You both walked to the kitchen. Will was very much focused on his plate and didn't even look at you when you entered the room. Billy greeted Jonathan and you went to hug your mom.

"Good morning baby!" Joyce smiled at you " You guys want coffee?"

"Yes, I would like some thank you Mrs Byers." Billy responded while you just nodded. You drank coffee and eat some breakfast. Jonathan rushed to Nancy's and Will went to his room to draw.

"Did you pack everything?" asked your mother as you and Billy stood next the front door, your bag in Billy's hand, ready to leave for the festival.

"Yes, mum."

"But did you pack exta clothes? And jumper? Did you pack a jumper? It might be cold at night. Do you have sunscreen? And.." but sou cut her off.

"Muuum. I have everything I need. Plus if I'm cold Billy can give me his jacket cause I'm sure he has like 3 in the car."

Billy shrugged his shoulder.

"I mean you're not wrong. But don't worry Mrs Byers, I made hare pack a sweatshirt. And I have sunscreen."

"Yeah Mum. Don't worry." you said bouncing on your toes. Joyce took a deep breath than hugged you and your boyfriend.

"Drive carefully and look out for each other! Oh find a payphone and call me whenever you can. And have fun!"

You and Billy said your goodbyes and went outside to the car. Billy threw your bag in the back of his Camaro while you climb to the passenger seat.

" Now babe, you ready for the best 5 days of your life? " Billy was smirking as he started the engine. You put one hand on his tight, smiling as Metallica started to play in the car.

"Every day is the best day when I'm with you."

"Jesus, Y/N you're so cheesy." he playfully rolled his eyes.

"But you love it." you smiled at him.

"Yeah , I love it"

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mondoholic · 5 years

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'Kids are an unfinished gift and whatever can pinball them in the right direction, I'm in,' Josh Homme said of the museum's new music exhibit. Vickie Connor, The Desert Sun

Josh Homme loves to play, and he finds it's best to give the gift of play as well.

The Queens of the Stone Age frontman was on hand Wednesday evening to dedicate a "musical pathway" at the Children's Discovery Museum in Rancho Mirage. Leading from a picnic area to the traveling exhibit gallery, the outdoor space features three oversized instruments that kids of all ages can play on – a set of tuned drums, chimes and a metallophone, which looks and sounds much like a xylophone.

The exhibit was built thanks to a grant from Homme and his Sweet Stuff Foundation, created to provide support for children’s music programs as well as those within the music community who struggle with health issues and disabilities.

Homme said the decision to help build the pathway was inspired by having children of his own and visiting the museum together.

"I realized mentally that I've been a child the whole time," Homme said. "It's so wonderful to play. That's what I do, I play with my friends. It all donned on me that I'm giving the gift of play, and never letting it go."

The museum unveiled the pathway last year but this week's dedication ceremony featured a plaque to be installed in the future with the inscription, "Make Some Music."

Growing up in the Coachella Valley, Homme said there weren't places like the Children's Discovery Museum or opportunities for young people to play music like there are now.

"Even though there's a lot more to do now than when I was a kid, (the Coachella Valley) is a wonderful place that a lot of people worked their whole lives to come to," he said. "There's some difficult things here, too, and music can keep you from getting caught up in the rough things here," he said.

He also explained the benefits he's received from playing music throughout his life.

"Music is the only thing I understand that is never wrong. You may not like something, but it's not wrong," he said. "It's a safe space to be yourself. You gain confidence because of the expression of being yourself. I also think in this modern world of anxiety and stress of things going on, it's the most positive thing you can do that says, 'Everything is ok, just slow down.' That's a gift I was thankful to get and to give, too."

Off and on since 1997, Homme has led the Desert Sessions, a musical collective series that has included a large cast of musicians like PJ Harvey, Les Claypool of Primus, Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top, and Christian Grahn of The Hives. In October, he released the first new material since 2003, "Volumes 11 & 12."

During the recording sessions, Homme said he left early one night and was surprised when he heard a track the following day, recorded in his absence.

"That's a gift too, because I love to reserve the right to be surprised by things," Homme said. "The one thing I know is: I know nothing. It's just as inspiring to go to bed at 10:30 p.m. and wake up in the morning with this unfinished gift to make your mark on, too. There's a parallel there. Kids are an unfinished gift and whatever can pinball them in the right direction, I'm in."

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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What Rhymes With “AIR”?

1. Are the walls of your room bare or do you have things hanging up there? I have some stuff on my walls.

2. When’s the last time you went outside to enjoy the fresh air? I briefly went outside at night on the 4th of July to see the fireworks from my driveway with my family. Prior to that I hadn’t been out of the house since May and before that it had been since March.

3. Do you watch the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air? Sometimes.

4. When’s the last time it felt like you were walking on air? I had one bad floating feeling experience from a bad edibles trip. I literally felt like I had to hold onto something to “stay grounded.” I also ended up getting sick. It wasn’t a fun time. I found out the hard way after that time that it didn’t take much of an edible for me to get high lol. It tricks you cause it can take a bit to kick in, so you think you need more, but nope.

5. Have you ever been on air, on a radio station? Yeah. I used to call to request a song sometimes back in the day and my call was on air a few times.

6. Have you ever felt like all of the air was coming out of your lungs? Yes.

7. Has it seemed as though anything has ever disappeared into thin air? Have you ever pulled an idea out of thin air? Yes! So frustrating. I’ll be using something and then put it down for a sec, only to not be able to find it where I thought I put it. Like for instance, it happens a lot when I’m wrapping presents. The pen or scissors I’m using always seem to “disappear.” RIP to all the pens that seemed to just vanish, too, throughout my school years. And yes, I’ve also pulled ideas “out of thin air.”

8. Have you ever wanted to be on “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire”? I enjoyed playing along while watching and I even had a computer game version, but nah. I wouldn’t get far at all and it’d be embarrassing. I don’t do well with being put on the spot either.

9. Do you know a billionaire in real life? No.

10. Would you like to be an heir or heiress to a fortune? I mean, I wouldn’t have been opposed to it if I was haha.

11. Would you be able to successfully get away if you ever came across a bear? I mean, there’s no way of knowing for sure, but I hope so?? Well, I hope to never be in the situation in the first place, obviously, but you know. There are people who have certainly been quite lucky in that situation and others not so much, so. I know you’re supposed to remain calm and not run, which I could probably do cause I’d likely freeze up in fear. I’ve seen videos of people, some of them have been children, who successfully got away.

12. Where’s your favorite place to go? How long does it take to get there? The beach. The closest one is like 2 hours away.

13. How often do you err on the side of caution? I’m a cautious person. And also just a big scardy cat.

14. How often do people say they’re angry with you? People don’t say that, but I know people have been upset, frustrated, disappointed, and irritated with me.

15. Do you own any long underwear? Long underwear? No...

16. How much Tupperware do you own? *shrug* A lot.

17. What color is your underwear right now? Blue and gray.

18. Do you still sleep with a teddy bear? No. I have a few stuffed animals that always sit on my bed, though.

19. What pair of your shoes has the most wear and tear? My Adidas Superstars. They’re not too bad, but you can definitely tell I wore them quite often.

20. Do you like to play Solitaire? Ha, I haven’t played since I played the computer version as a kid on like Windows 98. I played that and messed around in Paint quite a bit, ha.

21. Do you or your family own a full set of silverware? Yeah.

22. What do you have to take everywhere with you? My bag with my medicine, hand sanitizer, phone, wallet, and straws. I’d also have to take a mask with me everywhere.

23. Would you like to visit Delaware? I hadn’t really thought about it.

24. Last time you received dental care? It’s been awhile.

25. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? I’d want to really think about that if I could only choose one destination. There’s a lot of places I’d like to travel to one day.

26. Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? Did we ever find her? I don’t remember, ha. I used to watch the cartoon as a kid and I think I had a computer game, too.

27. Are you satisfied sitting here, taking this survey, or would you rather be elsewhere? Right here in bed is the best place for me to be right now.

28. Last time you sat in a barber’s chair? I last got my hair done back in early February.

29. Do you own any cans of compressed air? No.

30. Do you have a swivel chair at your desk? I don’t have a swivel chair or a desk.

31. Do you prefer an armchair or a rocking chair? A reclining armchair.

32. Would you rather have a beanbag chair or a hanging swing chair in your room? Hanging swing chair.

33. What’s the last non-survey related questionnaire that you had to fill out? This like 4 page questionnaire that one of my doctors hands out every visit. It’s the same exact questionnaire, too.

34. Are there any crimes that you feel make someone deserving of the electric chair? Yes, like serial killers.

35. Do you know anyone who uses a wheelchair? Yeah, me.

36. Do you know anyone who is on welfare? Yes.

37. Do you play Modern Warfare? Nope. Never had an interest in playing that.

38. Do you ever feel like life is unfair? Of course.

39. Have you ever visited Times Square? No. I’ve never been to New York, but I’d love to one day. I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to go before everything this year, but now I really don’t know.

40. Do you tell people to “take care” at the end of a conversation with them? It’s not something I regularly say, but yeah sometimes.

41. Where is somewhere that you would like to move to? I’m not sure.

42. What is something in your home that needs to be repaired? A couple things.

43. What kind of sleepwear do you own? I wear leggings and oversized graphic tees for pjs and my normal attire.

44. What skin care products do you use? I haven’t been using any.

45. Do you have any spyware on your computer? Apple computers come with all that stuff.

46. Do you own any sportswear? What sports? Nope. Not a sports fan.

47. Do you like Fred Astaire? I know who he is and I’ve seen clips of his dance scenes, but I haven’t actually watched any of his films. Well, I’ve heard his voice work in the Santa Clause is Comin’ to Town movie/cartoon, but that’s all.

48. How long does it take you to prepare a meal? The only thing I cook is ramen, which takes like 10 minutes or so (I’m including the time to boil the water).

49. Do you know anyone named Pierre? No.

50. Are you going nowhere fast? It has and does feel that way. :/

51. How often do you have a nightmare? Not often, thankfully.

52. How often are you able to catch something in mid-air? *shrug*

53. What do your lawn chairs look like? We don’t have any lawn chairs.

54. How many chairs are at your dining/kitchen table? We don’t have a dining/kitchen table either.

55. Favorite type of footwear? Adidas sneakers.

56. When’s the last time one of your senses were impaired? From what? I wear glasses if that counts?

57. Have you ever been in a hot air balloon before? Noooo.

58. Do you have a good health care plan? Yes.

59. Last time you went to the hardware store? I don’t go to the hardware store.

60. Have you ever played foursquare before? Yeah, I liked playing that in elementary school.

61. Do you own any types of eyewear? Yep, my glasses.

62. What brand of cookware do you have a lot of? Cuisine Art, probably.

63. Nothing can compare to: You. 🎶 Ha.

64. Have you ever worked in a childcare center? No.

65. Do you have a “beware of dog” sign on your gate? No.

66. Have you ever attended daycare as a child? No.

67. Are you very aware of your surroundings? Yes.

68. Have you ever had an au pair or a nanny before? No. My aunts, grandparents, or older brother babysat me.

69. Do you know anyone who has had an affair? Yes.

70. How much are you willing to spend on airfare? I don’t know, it would depend on certain factors regarding the trip.

71. Who do you care about the most? My loved ones.

72. Are you more likely to choose truth or dare? Truth, never dare. Or just not play at all, ha.

73. Have you ever seen the Blair Witch Project before? Yeah. Major cringe.

74. Do you like the name Claire? Would you spell it with or without the I? Sure. I like the spelling with the “I.”

75. Last time you went to a fair? When I was a kid.

76. What can be done to make life more fair? Gah.

77. How much are you willing to spend on cab fare? I don’t know. Again, it would depend on certain factors.

78. Do you have a lot of flair? No.

79. Do you own flare jeans? No.

80. Is there a glare on your computer screen right now? Yes.

81. When’s the last time someone glared at you? I say my doggo gives me attitude and “the eye” sometimes, ha. Like when I tell my parents or brother that I gave her treats, so don’t let her trick you into getting more. She gives me a look like, “gee, thanks a lot for ratting me out!”

82. What type of hair do you have? (color, length, texture, etc) How often do you wash it? Red, long, wavy hair. I wash it every 2-3 days.

83. Do you know the difference between a rabbit and a hare? Yeah.

84. Do you like to eat eclairs? I haven’t had one in a long time, but they are delicious.

85. What do you consider to be your lair? My room.

86. A female horse is called a mare. What is a male horse called? A baby horse? A male horse is a stallion and a baby is called a foal

87. Have you ever used Nair before? Did it work? Blech, yeah I tried it when I was like 13/14. It worked, but it smelled SO bad.

88. Has anyone ever told you to “grow a pair”? No.

89. What is something that you own a pair of? Shoes.

90. What is a rare quality that you have? I can’t think of one.

91. Last food you pared? I don’t peel or chop anything.

92. Do you know someone who is a debonair? No.

93. Do you like to scare others for fun? No.

94. What is something that scares you? The present and the future.

95. Do you like Sonny and Cher? “I don’t know if all that’s true, but you got me and baby I got you. Babe. I got you, babe.”

96. Do you know how to share? Do you like to share? Yeah.

97. Have you ever played a snare drum before? No.

98. What do you do with your spare change? Put it in one of my purses/bags.

99. Do you know how to put on a spare tire? No. I’ve never tried to.

100. Have you ever gotten a spare while bowling before? I think so.

101. When’s the last time you wished someone would spare you the details? Recently, when someone shared something that was TMI.

102. Do you win games fair and square? Yes. I like to just have fun and friendly competition, there’s no need to cheat or get upset about it.

103. Do you know how to find the square root of something? Yeah.

104. What are the characteristics of a square shape? 4 equal sides.

105. Have you ever been called a square before? Haha, yeah, jokingly. Well, the times I know of, ha. An “L-7 wienie.”

106. Do you prefer the elevator or the stairs? Well, I have to take the elevator.

107. Do you ever stare at other people? No. I’ve had to deal with that (people staring at me) all my life, though.

108. How often do you swear? Not that often.

109. Do you ever “swear on your life”? I don’t say that.

110. What do you like to “tear up”? An order of boneless wings from Wingstop, ha.

111. What type of wares would you sell? I don’t have anything to sell.

112. What kinds of clothing do you like to wear? Comfy clothing--leggings and oversized tees.

113. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare before? Nope.

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rogsclogs · 5 years

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Some Day One Day (Brian May x Reader); part 6

taglist: @brighter-thanthe-sky @im-a-sheerheartattack @fruityfreddie @discodeacygotmorerhythm @killer-queen-xo @destiel-stucky4ever-loki-queen (if you wanna be added to the tag list please message me)

previous parts can be found under the “some day one day” tag.

feedback is always welcomed and appreciated, next parts coming soon. also if you have any requests feel free to message me, I want to start working on something else too.

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When Y/N started going to class again she felt that something inside her had shifted. She struggled to call Brian by his last name, even if she knew how important it was for her to do so in order to not make anyone suspect a thing. She struggled to pay attention to whatever he was lecturing them on and focus on his words because she knew deep down that he would never call her out on that and that he was looking out for her all the time.

She just wanted to spend time with him in the intimacy of his cozy apartment and stare at his lips intently and mentally begging him to drop his books on the floor and make out with her for hours on end.

There were a few other people who had tried the test with her the first time but failed and had to retake the class, so at least she didn't feel as awful knowing others had struggled as well, but she was definitely the only one getting extra private lessons at Brian’s apartment. Or at least she hoped she was.

Not only could she feel something inside her shift, she also felt that their relationship wasn't entirely based on school anymore and it was starting to scare her, she didn't know how far she could push herself.

She felt that maybe there was a chance he could feel the same, he’d been hanging around her more than usual

Brian had invited her to one of his band’s gigs the week before, and while she knew that him and his bandmates would be good (if they played with Brian there was no chance in the world they could be anything less than phenomenal) she was left speechless by the talent displayed by all four members of the band, especially the singer, who she thought had a legendary voice and it was absolutely unfair that he wasn’t a professional.

That night she had clapped harder than anyone else at the end of their set and she hugged Brian really tightly when he jumped off the small stage and put down his precious guitar, earning adoring looks from the other guys, who hadn't seen Brian be so affectionate with a girl in longer than they could remember and who obviously had no idea she was his student.

He was so ashamed of himself sometimes that he didn't even tell his three best friends about what was going on, he just told them she was a friend he'd met a while ago and there wasn't anything going on between them (none of his friends had believed him, they knew him way too much).

At the same time, he felt so right whenever he was around her that nothing else mattered to him in the moment, when he saw her by the side of the stage clapping for him and watching him with stars in her eyes and a huge smile plastered on her face he swore he could have died on the spot. How could something that felt so right be so wrong after all?

That night they had almost kissed. Brian had had a few beers and Y/N was very intoxicated both by the smoke surrounding her and the drinks that he'd offered to pay, so when she leaned in he was barely able to react and step back.

It took all the strength he could find in himself to act like he didn't know what she was doing, but he kept telling himself what he was doing was for their best and, most importantly, for Y/N’s best who had to put her education before anything else.

One day, once she was done with college for good, they could start a real relationship, it wasn't that hard after all.

They just had to keep to themselves for as long as she was still his student, but after that they'd be free.

Granted, that meant at least two and a half years of suffering, but the price was definitely worth the pain.

And she felt it too, she felt him stare on her during lectures and she felt the electricity spark between them as he briefly touched her hand when he gave back the graded papers. She felt it all but she didn't want to be too forward and seem inappropriate, no matter how much she tried to convince herself that he felt the same way, there was always a chance that she’d been seeing things that weren't there the whole time.

For a long time he was all she could think about, at least until the day her life fell apart once again and she was forced to face real life again.

One day she mustered the courage to fill her parents in on what had happened. She felt that the time had come and after all she couldn't just keep ignoring the problem forever, they were bound to find out and she wanted them to find out from her.

She sat them down at their tiny kitchen table and told them everything, how she had just recently found out she’d failed it but that she knew from the beginning and in fact she was already attending the class once more so she could retake the test once more at the end of next semester.

She told them everything with the most calm and serene voice she could get out of herself, but she knew straight away that she was in big trouble.

Big trouble meant emotional and sometimes physical damage when it came to her family, so when she felt like she had lost control over the situation, she fled her house, looking for a place to spend the night and for someone to treat her right.

She knocked on Brian’s door at around 2 am, she knew he'd be scared to death to find her at his door in the middle of the night, but she felt like she didn't have a choice. She was strangely calm and collected considering the mess that had happened at home, but it was like the thought of seeing Brian and being around him gave her strength not to break down.

However, Brian wasn't the one she saw when the door opened.

Tiny hands pulled the door handle down and allowed Y/N to see some big curious brown eyes stare back at her in confusion and curiosity.

Brian’s daughter was standing there in a pink onesie with unicorns all over, a stuffed animal tight into her left hand and fuzzy socks on her feet.

That is definitely not who Y/N was expecting and she didn't know how such a tiny human could have opened the door by herself, but she guessed she might have used some tool to reach the handle.

She wasn’t sure how to react and just stared back at the little girl for a while until Brian came running down the staircase and quickly scooped her in his arms.

“Emily, my God, how many times have I told you not to open the doo-”

He lost his train of thoughts the moment he identified who was knocking at their door at such an ungodly hour.

“Y/N?” The girl couldn't find it in herself to reply, somehow starstruck by the small curly haired human in Brian’s arms who was sucking on her thumb and holding onto her dad’s oversized shirt. Of course she remembered about his daughter, but seeing her in real life kind of confirmed that she was real, she existed and Brian was, in fact, a dad.

The thought hadn't hit her as much until then, apparently.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He went on since he couldn't get a reaction from her, then he pulled her inside so she could warm up and locked back the door behind them.

“Sorry about her, I.. uh, I think I forgot to lock the door before I went to bed earlier and she's at that stage when she’s just so curious that she would open any door and any drawer she can find.”

Y/N wasn't sure why he was apologizing when she should have been the one to do so, but she could feel him being nervous about the situation, his hands held on tight to his daughter’s small legs anxiously.

She slowly raised her hand to caress the little girl’s head who appreciatively leaned into her touch and smiled at her new found friend. Brian fondly watched the two interact, still surprised to see Y/N but happy nonetheless, plus she seemed fine with meeting Emily and although the timing wasn't perfect, he knew how rare it was for his daughter to be at ease around someone so quickly so he didn't feel like ruining the magic.

“Hello beautiful girl” Y/N said still ignoring the man standing in front of her in his pjs who at that point was way too intrigued by the two girls’ interaction to even remember what they were all standing there for.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” Not that she’d forgotten, but she wanted to make the little girl comfortable around her and gain her trust.

However, although Emily didn't seem to sky away from her in any way and didn't seem distressed, she didn't reply to the question and simply shifted her stare from Y/N to her dad and hid her head in the crook of his neck, probably due to how tired she was rather than the small interaction she’d just had.

“Y/N... this is Emily. Em, baby, say hi to this kind lady, come on!” Brian encouraged trying to get a few words out of his daughter but only receiving a small wave in return.

“Hello Emily, I’m Y/N. You look very cute tonight!” She had never been the best at interacting with children, and the near presence of Brian made her much more nervous and afraid to mess something up when he was watching.

Something about the uncanny resemblance between the two of them made Y/N feel almost out of place, like she was interrupting some family ritual and breaking the silence and comfort of their house, and she was about to turn back to leave the house when Brian spoke once more.

“I’ll take this little one to bed and I’ll be right back downstairs okay? We can talk for as long as you need to. Are you okay though?”

Y/N nodded back at him, biting down on her lower lip and holding onto her left forearm with her right hand and looking back at the child once more, trying to make as little noise as possible in order not to startle her.

Brian left for a while and Y/N was left alone in their living room, so she took a seat on a very comfy couch full of pillows and listened to the man she had grown to love and admire so much say goodnight to his baby girl in a silly voice and promising to check up on her later to make sure there were no monsters under her bed, and although it was just the two of them, in that moment that felt more like a family to her than anything she’d ever experienced in her house.

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thedungeonsbat · 5 years

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Muggle Love (Chapter 5)

A/N: Hey! I made a lot of modifications to the reader's background story..I tried making it less 'depressing'(maybe) because I want this series to be just Severus and reader-based and fun...so I added a few humour elements to make it less sadder. Hope you enjoy it😊😊

Chapter 5

"During my childhood, 1977 to be precise, I used to be eleven back then, my parents split up. It was devastating for me and my little brother. It did not come out as a surprise to the others, my parents had constantly been quarreling for months then. Every now and then I would hear one of them yelling at the other, mostly mother, they were so loud that I could often make out what they were yelling about in my room upstairs. I used to cry bitterly every night they did that.." You took a pause, tears were rolling down your cheeks now. Severus listened to every word you had to say, his expression had softened and he could somehow relate to your situation, his days as a child were not so pleasant too. He poured water into a glass for you and you took a sip, trying not to look up. You did not want him to see you like that. He did not know what to say to you, he never was good at comforting others. He gently stroked your hand with his thumb, he did not let go of it for a second.

"(Y/N), if you do not want to talk about it, it is fine. I understand." He said, his voice softer than ever. He placed his other hand on your shoulder. He enunciated every one of his word, his tone was so calming. You looked up to see him and as your eyes met his, you saw them twinkling with care and concern. Was this real?

"It's ok… I have to get it out some time, the sooner, the better," You said in barely a whisper. You took another deep breath and continued, "A- After their divorce… I got to stay with my father at weekends and with my mother the rest of the week. I wanted to stay with my father, he actually cared for me. My mother mostly just…. cared about her own. My brother, too, stayed with mother. He was very young to know whom he had to choose, I felt and still feel sorry for what he had to go through. After just a year, she found another guy, Richard, who visited us very often. His visitings soon converted into nightly stays. I never liked him, he was a drunkard, as I later found out, never knew what mother saw in him, really. Then one weekend, dad was out of town, so I stayed with mother, of course Richard did not know that. I was up in my room, as I well remember, I was then looking at an old family picture of ours. Soon, I heard someone come into our house, Richard apparently. H- he sounded drunk again, very drunk I must say, then I- I heard- I, " You began stuttering as more tears flooded your eyes and you were really sobbing now. Severus, now seemed to know exactly what he had to do.

He got closer and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into a tight yet comforting embrace. It felt exceedingly heart-warming, to you and him too. He wasn't sure about his action earlier but he did want to console you. Your eyes were all wet and your nose red, you were a wreck. You sniffled as Severus spoke,

"Shh.. I'm here. It's alright. There is no need to worry, Hmm?" He said pulling away a little to be able to see your face. You nodded as he wiped your tears, his touch cold yet soothing. His hand rested there for moments slowly cupping your cheeks and you relaxed under his soft touch. After a few moments of you looking at him and him at you, you broke the silence which you felt got awkward every second. You looked down at your empty bowl, now on the table.

"I did not know if I should have done something that time but I stayed in my room. I was extremely terrified, I heard him enter the house yelling, worse than ever, my mother's voice was a murmur to me first but later she, too, lost her temper. Soon the whole building was filled with their shouting. My brother had come into my room now, he was scared to death, he was crying and I hugged him tightly. I told him it will be alright even though I strongly doubted it myself. I soon heard a sound of glass shattering, which I assumed to be his bottle. We jumped from our place as we listened to it. The next thing I know, I was climbing down the stairs. There were no more yells, I approached the bottom of the stairs to see my mother lying on the floor, she was hit hard on her head. The bottle lay there, h-he had hit her and also threw her and s-she got hit by the wall too. The injury looked s- severe. Richard was knelt down next to her, his hands over his face. My m-mother- she had gone into c-coma. Our neighbors were in now, they had called the police and an ambulance. I fell down to my knees as I saw the condition of my mother, I was motionless at first, my mouth wide open in shock….. Later as I realized that was happening, my screams filled the house. I was crying madly. My brother was taken in by our neighbor and I was too. Richard was arrested in charge of physical assault. He kept saying he was innocent, that i-it all was just an accident. My mother, till this date, is in coma. The doctors said that she might never wake up again. All of our family had already shattered into pieces and now, she was almost lifeless. I and my brother live with my dad now, he has handled everything very well. Dad visits her almost every day, I, on the other hand, rarely see her. It's very hard for me to see her like that. Staring at the ceiling, not uttering a word, it depresses me deeply. I- I still do not believe it, Sev. I am so sorry, I-"

"Please (Y/N), don't do this to yourself. I am sorry. If I had known, I would never, ever, take you there. I really hate seeing this happening to you, and believe me I can not even imagine what you had gone through. Do not blame yourself for any of this or what had happened long before. You have been very, very strong through all of this and you should be proud of yourself, not guilty…" He squeezed your hand in his as you weakly smiled. You were still crying though but his words meant so much, it didn't matter if you were not even friends, he was there to listen to you and you had trusted him with this. He was there to help...

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. It took him by surprise but hugged you back, gently rubbing your back. You felt safe and much better in his arms. He smiled as he felt you clutching on to his robes. He had never been clinched like this before.

You felt like you could stay in his arms for hours. It was just perfect.

You muttered a, "Thank you, Severus" while still holding on to him. He slightly pulled away, only to look at you and say,

"Don't thank me, it's just what I should have done…. just what friends do." He said softly. Did he just call you his friend?

You were so touched by everything he said. You had never felt this sort of pleasure in your life.

"So, we're….. friends?" You asked and he let out a small chuckle.

"I am afraid so." He replied, smiling. Actually smiling. You seemed to have just forgotten everything, every sorrow at the sight of his smile which was so rare for you and probably everyone else known to him too.

He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before he got up. You blushed as a shade of crimson appeared at your cheeks.

"I think you need to rest a bit, you look drained." You nodded as you rose up. He left the room, leaving you alone to rest. 'He cares.' You thought and you felt a bit more positive.

He smirked as he went downstairs, you felt better because he had added some Draught of Peace into your soup. He thought you required it, some peace.

After an hour, he entered the room again trying to make no noise at all that may wake you up and bother your sleep.

He looked at you and you were awake already, you were reading another book that was kept at the side table. Luckily, it was a muggle book.

"Didn't know you read poetry." You said, looking up as if you were waiting for him.

"There is so much you do not know." He whispered, not audible to you. "So, couldn't sleep?"

"I did. I slept amazingly well, " So it did work, he thought and you added, "But I had slept enough already, so I woke up." You replied, now with much more optimism surrounding your aura.

"Would you like to take a shower, to refresh yourself?" He asked.

"Yeah sure, but… I don't have any clothes to change into, so…." You replied, unsure what he would say.

"You can change into my clothes for now, though I do strongly doubt they'll fit you."

"That'd be great! Thank you." You were back to the normal you, it was pretty quick. Perhaps it was all you needed, a friend and a nap.

He was satisfied to see you back in your normal spirits and to see his potion work. He moved towards his wardrobe and started looking through his clothes.

"Is every clothing you own black?" You asked him as he was looking for something that might not be too large for you which was indeed hard to find.

"Mostly everything, but I believe I own some other colours too…"

"Like some more shades of black?"

"That too." You smiled as you looked at him going through all his clothes, muttering something too but was not audible to you. "Ah, I think this will do." He pulled out a yellow t-shirt, you certainly did not expect this. Him and yellow, very hard to believe. Nevertheless, you took it and he offered you some black PJs with it. They were oversize but you decided to wear them anyway.

After a nice and relaxing shower, you dressed in his clothes. The shirt was so oversized that it nearly reached your knees and you had to tie the pajama all the way up your waist, so that it did not touch the ground. They were loose and comfy.

You got downstairs to find Severus sitting in a leather armchair, reading a newspaper. For a second you thought you saw a picture move but thought it impossible. As soon as he realized you had come, he sat down the newspaper, hoping you had not seen anything unusual about it.

"Well, how is it?" You asked him while it seemed as he was examining you. He scanned you, head to toe, and then brought his gaze back to your face.

"You look…..nice." And by nice he meant super cute, adorable and pretty but of course he wouldn't say it. He did smile as you were circling around your place, only to let him have an overall view. You even looked like a Hufflepuff now.

You felt incredibly comfortable in his clothes but somehow felt shy to go out in these.

"Do not worry, you look good. It won't look odd."

You blushed again but how the hell did he know what you were thinking? Did he really read minds?

"Thanks again. For everything." He smiled in reply. He got up from his armchair to bid you goodbye, now in his normal form. No expressions on his face. You did not mind, you knew he might not show them but he surely felt them. Everyone does, some just tend to hide them.

"Can I have the recipe for the soup please?"

"No, you cannot." He smirked.

"But it tasted so good and made me feel good too."

"Still a no." You sighed, disappointed which only amused him more. He could not just give away his potions to you.

You stood at the doorway and before finally telling him goodbye, you embraced him for the last time. He took some time but then hesitantly placed his hands on your back, returning your embrace.

You both let go after a while. You apologized to him again, "I am sorry for yesterday."

"Oh stop it already. I have told you several times that there is no need to be sorry."

You smiled, "Goodbye, Severus and take care."

"Goodbye (Y/N)."

You walked away, almost hopping around all the way just like a very cheerful Hufflepuff.

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Because it was late in the noon, you had missed your classes. But you were not unhappy about this, instead you were overjoyed having spent a nice day with Severus. The unfortunate event and its effect had magically disappeared. You were merry as a child as if it were Christmas.

You looked at yourself, you were in his clothes. You breathed in their air and it made you feel him near to you. They smelled like him, his aroma, books and ink and various scents you did not recognize (probably potions and the parchment) but certainly enjoyed.

You had to confront Carl in the evening though, "Where the hell did you go? Is that what you call a minute or two?" He tried to look mad but he was such a sweetheart to do so.

"I am so sorry, I did not know it would be so long." You said apologetically. You made that 'puppy-eyes' face which never fails to do its work. It works like a charm.

"Alright, you know I can not be mad at you for long anyway. But were you alright though, you looked stunned when you left me."

"Yup, some difficulties at first but it was well-handled." You replied him with a wide smile on your face.

"I'm starving, let's grab some lunch." You said. You haven't eaten anything other than the soup he made you.

"Yeah, I know a great new place which makes the best sandwiches!" You chuckled a bit before nodding. He was always so fond of sandwiches and had a new place to go to every time.

During all this time you could not help thinking about Severus and what he might be doing right now, probably reading some other book, you thought. You wished that he asked for your help in some way again so that you could spend some more time together. You did feel guilty about not being able to help him, but why did he even want to move there? Why does that even matter, you thought. You could not wait to see him again, if you ever could in the future.

That whole day, you could not just help smiling and Carl, for sure had noticed it.

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afarcryfromfine-blog · 5 years

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Chapter Three: “Are you my Mom-Friend?”

Word Count:1,492

Warnings:

In the end, I couldn't just call him. I felt too odd. I sat there staring at the computer screen just willing myself to tap that stupid pad. I decided that I'd go to my cell phone company tomorrow and add on international texting. I'd find some way to afford it.

I'd managed to do a repeat of the night before. But this time I had a hangover on top of it all. Staring at the computer made me depressed last night. I wanted so badly to see him and be in Korea again. But we were an ocean apart. It would have been too hard to hear his voice or see his face, knowing he was so far. I'd had a full bottle of wine to myself. I sat there in my PJs, flipping through old photos of him and I together; my laptop open to the side just waiting for me to hit the green button. It shouldn't be this hard. At least what I had told myself over and over again. I totally missed my study group because I'd gotten so lost in loose photos of my Korea memories. I'm sure I'd regret that come midterms. So now here I am. Standing in line in a not so grand part of town at Sprint. I wore flip-flops with long loose-fitting jogging pants and an oversized hoodie. My purse was strung over my shoulder and across my chest. My hair was in an impressive mound on top of my head with strands sticking out everywhere. Kind of mimicking a sea urchin in the water. But they look cool, me- not so much. The line seemed to be going slower than a snail's pace. I was becoming impatient. Something that, granted- was a pretty common occurrence. But between a screaming child that was demanding she wanted to leave, to the woman in front of me who I swear to you, took a bath in perfume- my hangover- well, wanted to hang me. My head was throbbing from the noise, the lights, and the walking perfume bottle. I nearly ran over a child when I heard a sales representative to my left say he could help someone. Get the fuck out of my way, was my only thought. I had been here for forty-five minutes. I needed to get moving. Slamming into the counter a little more aggressively than planned because someone's loose minion was in my way and I nearly busted the kid in the face with my knee. Not on purpose, I assure you. So it was more of a landed trip, than slamming into the counter. He gave me a weak smile. "What can I do for you today, Miss?" I smiled as best as I could, "I need to add international texting and calling to my line, please." He nodded and gathered information, confirming my name, address and account PIN number. It only took about 15 minutes for everything to be 100% set up and verified. I learned that I'd be paying about $20.00 more a month for this, which shocked me. I would have thought It'd have been at least $50.00. Not that I'm complaining. As I turned to leave, the child that'd I'd nearly bashed in the face- his mother was glaring at me. I ignored her. Not my fault you have a child who wants to run around and get into shit. Or the fact you don't care to actually watch him. Now, I realize these things make me sound like an awful human being, and I assure you I love children; and can't wait to have my own. But all in due time. Finally, I made it onto the crowded sidewalk and headed back to my apartment. I opened my contacts and tapped the number that'd been testing my sanity.

To: +82-555-0011-1234 I'd like to offer $5.00 ransom for the green sock, you're holding captive.

Send. If he didn't get that- I was going to have to smack him next time I saw him. After hitting send I realized that it was 4 am by him right now. Whoops. But knowing him, he's snoring with no fucks to be given, drool dripping down one cheek and his hair in a worse state than mine could ever be in. As I droned mindlessly back to my apartment- my phone vibrated.

From: +82-555-0011-1234 And if I refuse...?

I laughed and stopped in my tracks to reply. Yes, don't judge me. I can't text and walk, I'm not quite that magical. Yet. I quickly tapped back-

To: +82-555-0011-1234 You Feind!

I resumed walking hearing people grumble, I assume because I'd come to a complete stop in the middle of the sidewalk. Sorry man, would you rather I walk into you with your fancy business suit and make you spill your coffee because I was trying to multitask, where I can not? Wait..

To: +82-555-0011-1234 Excuse me- What exactly are you doing awake...?

Yes, I double texted, sue me. I have no fear! The rest of my walk home my phone remained quiet. Maybe he'd woke up to use the bathroom or something and fell back asleep...? I rummaged through my purse coming near the steps. "Common, where are my keys-!" I was grumbling to myself so dead set on finding them, I hadn't noticed someone coming out of the main door. I slammed into them. "Ah-! I'm so sorry!" I looked up, "Oh. Just you." I said monotone. The person just glared back, "Excuse me, Bitch?" they snapped back. Silence passed between us, and we both started laughing. "Girl, you look like shit, what the Hell happened to you...?" she said eyeing my homeless style. "Ohh, you know. Boys, lack of sleep, working overtime." I nodded it off like it was so simple. But she knew. "Honey, at least take a shower!" she said pinching her nose and waving her hand in front of her face. "You smell like you had sex in a bottle of perfume." I busted up laughing, "So sweaty and 100 gallons of old lady musk?" I questioned, she nodded, fanning still. "Stop that!" I laughed, "Some old lady at Sprint bathed in the shit- I didn't think I smelled like it though." I said smelling my hoodie. Mistake. "Good Jesus, Maybe that's why people were grumbling as they passed me," I said feeling my eyes water, and nose hairs curl. In case you're lost- this is a normal conversation between my best friend and I. Harley. She's a Phycology Major at the same college as me, and also my study buddy. Ohhh... "Ahh, sorry about missing the study group last night. I found myself trapped at the bottom of a wine bottle, buried in old memories." She only looked at me, studying me. "That explains the bags..." she said pointing at her own under eye. "I look pretty rough, don't I?" I said pitifully. She only nodded, with a look of 'get yourself together'. We mother each other constantly. I think that the only reason we're actually able to survive college life. We are each other's, mothers. "Did you lose your keys again..?" she asked, seeing I was elbow deep in my purse, still not grabbing hold of my Anime themed lanyard. "Potentially..." I mused quizzically. That earned a laugh. "I've got your spare, hang on." she opened her purse and dug into her wallet, yanking out a dingy silver key. "Ahh, you blessed angel," I said opening my arms for a hug; to which she abruptly stopped me. "Shower, then we can hug." I chuckled and nodded. "Fair enough." Finally, in my apartment, I realized how absolutely messy it was. Company always makes you aware of these things. Now I get why my mom always rushed around after learning we'd be having guests. Completely get it now. Sorry, Mom. "Jesus Christ Katrina!" she scolded as she passed the threshold. "Yes mother, I'll clean today." I waved her off. "No ma'am, now. This place looks like a landfill, and smells like one too!" she said squishing up her face in disgust. I whined but understood. "You get the living-bedroom and I've got the kitchen. And do I even want to look at your bathroom...?" she said looking slightly queasy. "Shockingly, I'll have you know- it's rather clean," I said happy with myself. "Because you haven't showered in a month I bet!" she basically screamed. I gave her my best-offended face, "Two weeks and one day I'll have you know," I looked away, "thank you very much." Not helping my case. "Kat, why didn't you just move into the dorms like everyone else, you pay the same here as you would there," she questioned me as she picked up empty Ramen cups and threw them in the garbage. "We've been over this," I warned, she only shook her head and urged me to actually clean. To which I obviously protested. But she won.

#CHapter three #monsta x #i want more #afarcryfromfine #lee joohoen #monsta x jooheon #jooheoney #jooheon x reader #monsta x fanfiction

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theslasherchild · 6 years

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Michael Myers love story part 1

Hi guys!, this is a story I've bine thinking about writing for a while the characters in this are my own, except for obviously any characters from John Carpenter's Halloween 1978- which is wear the story is being based from (I'm also ignoring every film from after 1978 + this version of Michael is what I think of him to look like BUT I don't wn tis character at all).

hope you enjoy it x

chapter one ~ beginning

As a sun beam shined through the small gap in my curtains I look over to my alarm clock 7:00,”CRAP” I thought as i rushed into the bathroom to take a shower and quickly get dressed I pulled on a white blouse, black pencil skirt and some tights with some kitten heels. I rushed down to the kitchen t make myself some coffee. minute later Ellie come bursting in waving a newspaper article in my face, “ILEEENNNEEE LOOK LOOK ITS HORRIBLE LOOOOOKKKK”, my tired eyes took a moment to focus on the hovering paper in front of me.

KILLER HAD DISAPEARED OUT OF SIGHT AFTER HAVE BEENING SHOT OUT OF WINDOW BY CHILD PSCHOLOGIST “oh my god that's awful” I said as I read the article. “ I know right, and he went after that little strode girl, remember her we used to babysit her when we were in university and she goes to the school we both work at you know, I teach her English”. ”yeah I remember she’d be 17 now, poor thing she must have been terrified”, “right, anyway well chat more about this later, lets get too work, if you want we’ll pass by her house to see if she alright after work” , “okay, yeah well do that”.

during the car ride to work I realised I was still clutching onto the newspaper, I stared at it for a few moments my eyes kept running over the word ‘killer’ that word it so dangerous..yet oddly sexy to me. “Ilene hey, Ilene wakey wakey were here” I look up from the paper to see the school, I worked at the local school in Haddonfield, I was a chemistry teacher I taught in the secondary grade 6-10.

we walk into the school and I said goodbye to Ellie and started to walk to my classroom, I sat down at my desk when I noticed a man standing outside the school on the side of the road from the big window at the back of my classroom, at first I thought he might be a parent for one of the infants or primary kids...but the drop of was at the other side of the school and he was staring at me, the anxiousness crept up my back slowly the feeling was so strange I got up and swiftly made my way to the exit door at the back of my classroom next to the big window to go and ask this strange man what he was doing and if he wasn't dropping off a child he needed to leave immediately, but the second I exited the door and look around to see the man again he wasn't there.” how strange I thought” and that maybe I just imagined him I mean I was pretty sleep deprived.

just as I was going to walk out and look around to see if I could see him, “ miss Johnson what ae you doing?” I turn around to see Jennifer Williams a 8 grade student how always tended to turn up earlier then others to my lesson. “n-nothing sweetheart I just thought I saw someone, please sit down and wait for the others to come in”.

Finally it was lunch break I tiredly walked to the staff room where I saw Ellie sitting next to the window and slumped my way across the room to sit next to her. “hey Ellie, how your day bine so far”, “ it was alright, unless you are trying to teach Shakespeare to a bunch of 15 year olds” she said half laughing.

“so I've bine thinking”, she began making me look at her curiously look at her, “how do y feel abut having some fun this weekend” I didn't say anything just gave her a annoyed look, “oh come on Ilene it'll be fun I promise, besides...” she lowered her voice and looked me right in the eye, “how long has it bine since you got any”, “Ellieee” I half yelled at her, “wwhhaaatt” she said laughing at m cherry red face. “Ilene come on you haven't done anything fun since Peter, loo I promise itll be fun and you now we don't have to even talk to any guys it can just be us too...and David ”, I sad nothing, “Ilene you know David doesn't technically count as a guy you know he gay”. ”fine” I said whilst watching her face light up.

~ time skip ~

As I dismissed my final students for the day and started to make my way up to Ellies classroom I suddenly got this strange feeling I was being watched, this feeling similar to his morning crept up my back making my spin crawl as I walked along the long corridors, finally I made my way into Ellies classroom, she must have notice the anxiety on my face because she immediately asked me what was wrong, I told her I was fine and we walked back to her car, “do you still wanna go to the strode house to see if Laurie there” she asked “ yeah, lets go see if she there”, I said franticly still feeling this strange feeling.

once we got to the house there were still swarms of policemen scoping the area, we got out and began walked t the house but we were stopped by a policeman, “sorry no more reporters” he said sharply “oh no were not reporters, we were just wondering if Laurie was still here and if she is can w see her please”, Ellie asked hopefully “sorry ladies, but miss strode bine taken to the hospital poor lass” the policeman said “you ladies should probably get home, you must have read the news, crazy bastards still loose you should make sure your keeping safe”, as Ellie continued to talk to the officer I walked off back to the car to wait for Ellie there, suddenly the feeling came back but lot stronger, I spun my head around to scope the area but all I could see was police men and a few neighbours talking to them abut that night.

ugh, I thought, pull yourself together Ilene your being ridiculous, you don't even live in this area there's no way your being stalked. after about five minutes Ellie came back to the car and took me home just before I got out the car she grab my arm “Ilene are you sure your okay” she asked with worried tone “ El honestly I'm fine I'm just really tired”, she let go of my arm an we said goodbye as I started to unlock my door this dumb feeling came back again, I fumbled with my keys and finally unlocked my door slamming it shut and locking quickly a wash of relief came over my body as I went upstairs to get a shower.

after I had showered I walked into my bedroom I caught myself in the mirror and stood there for a moment as I studied my body, I had always bine small I think I around 5,0ft 5,3ft in the heels I wore for work I had a body type sort of like a triangle I guess I had most of my weight on my hips and bum, pear shape is what Ellie always told me considering I had small shoulders and smaller breast .my thought were interrupted by a loud crash coming from my kitchen, I quickly threw on a oversized shirt and a pair of baggy pj pants and grabbed the only thing that I cold uses as a weapon, my straightener, and as quietly as I could I made my way to my kitchen.

I noticed footprints that definitely weren’t mine, they were much bigger than my feet and the footprints were dirty, my anxiety was high and the fear of who was in my house terrified me. as I as only a steps away from my kitchen I stay there for a few moments before swinging around in the kitchen ready to put a fight...but there was on one there.

suddenly I felt a pair of big hands grab my waist firmly and fight or flight kicked In and I swung around waking the stranger In the face with my straighteners, the man flew back slamming himself into the wall behind him, I stood there panicking on what to do...when suddenly he just fainted and I thought damn how hard did I hit the guy considering I’m the legit height of a child. I dropped my straightener and ran to go get the phone to call the police, but...something was compelling me to check him out in a sense, I walked slowly to this strange man. it was then when I noticed how tall this man was, he looked strong and stocky but he wore a mask. I kneeled down and slowly tugged of the mask which revealed such a handsome face even despite the filth it was covered in, he had sandy blonde hair that brushed past his shoulders and such strong feature that together made him so attractive, as much I didn't want to admit it,he look...sexy.

I don't really know what compelled me not to call the police but for a odd reason I wanted to help him. Then I notice the reason real why he had fainted, on the right side of his body he had a large gash, bleeding heavily. I remembered the newspaper article, he had bine shot, I ran back into my kitchen grabbing towels and the first aid kit in my kitchen, luckily I had been trained to clear this up, before I became a teacher I wanted to be a doctor but i dropped out because it wasn't what i really wanted to do.

I started to clean the wound and a relief strangely came over me when realised the bullet only grazed him and didn't go into him, after a while I had clean the wound out as well as disinfecting it I couldn't bandage it with him lying on the floor, I had to move him but the only problem was I tiny he's not so these are definitely problems for me.

after I dragged him to my sofa and force him to sit up and started to wrap a bandage around his torso to cover the wound, I couldn't help myself I couldn't stop blushing, he was very well built I wouldn't say he was ripped but there were definitely sign of muscle, he look like one of those statues you'd see in a museum. I cursed myself for finding this criminal sexy, for the love of god Ilene what are you doing, i thought as I finished bandaging him up.

I went up stairs to grab some cloth's for him because I cant have him sleeping in a dirty jumpsuit all night, I still had some cloths from when my ex-boyfriend used to live with me but honestly I wasn't sure if Peters cloths would even fit Michael definitely the shirts wouldn't. I pick out some pj pant in hope that they would fit him, I remember Peter always complaining they where too baggy on him.

luckily they fit him, even though I was blushing like teenager through out changing his cloths. for some reason hiding a killer in my home and letting him sleep in my living room and giving him clothing seem completely fine and dandy as I tiredly dragged my body to bed thanking it was Friday and I didn't have to go to work tomorrow.

Thankyou so much for reading my first chapter and hope you are okay with me ignoring pretty much all the other Halloween films

I’ll most likely be writing another chapter pretty soon so if anyone does read this thankyou and I’ll have the next one out as soon as I can x

#michael myers #halloween1978 #laurie strode #fanfic #slasher fanfiction #my ocs #except john carpenters

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sithlordintraining · 6 years

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BEYCHELLA 2018

A/N: Because my hair still hasn’t grown back and to be honest I could go off and give detail about everything but I was like I don’t have time for that.

Summary: Kylo “I got fuxking money” Organa-Solo takes his unapologetically black girl/friend to Beychella VIP status

Warning: cursing.

Kylo’s fingers strummed against the table you were sitting at; your dark eyes were glued to the screen of your Mac. “I’m going to Coachella with Rey, Finn, and Poe.” He said and you just ok’d him unbothered. “And...so are you.” The badge popped up in right hand corner of your screen for an airdrop. The words that he said didn’t process but when you saw the photo of the ticket, you turned to look at him. “Wha-Why, Kylo?” You were confused but were smiling. You watched as his large body shrugged his broad shoulders, looking like an oversized child as a blush filled his cheeks. “I-I just thought you would like to go with m-us. I know you usually go to Panorama, so I thought you would enjoy it.” Kylo said avoiding eye contact. “Thanks, Kylo. I mean I don’t know what to say.” You were in such a shock, your brows were still furrowed. “That you’ll go, please.” He joked. “Yeah, yeah of course. How much do I owe you? I’ll Venmo you right now.” Your fingers moved quickly against the keyboard. “Nothing Y/N, it’s my treat.” Your eyes found his brown irises that you loved to compliment him about. “Don’t give me that look Y/N, I mean it.” You would be lying if you didn’t like him paying for everything, but he was spoiling you and he wasn’t even your boyfriend! “Fine!” You rolled your eyes. “When is it so I can block out my days at work?”

“It’s Saturday, April 14th. I could only afford one day, sorry. But if you want, we can go the whole weekend and I can show you California.” Kylo’s rich voice was soft as he spoke to you. He knew you had never been and he would love to show you, Cali, just like you had helped when Rey visited New York. Plus, if he could just get you alone for a weekend in his element, maybe he would finally be able to tell you how he feels. “I guess,” you teased never really being a fan of the West Coast, besides the rap. “Let’s see this lineup.” Kylo bit his bottom lip knowing that his plan would work. He watched your eyes widen at the screen. “BEYONCE?!” You turned to look at him with a wide smile plastered on your face. He broke out in a giggle. “You look like the meme,” Kylo said. “Shut up!” You punched his arm. “But seriously though, Beyonce? Oh my God, we are going to see you Beyonce!” His lips tugged up because he loved seeing your smile and knowing that he caused it, made him happier. You wouldn’t consider yourself a die-hard Beyhive member, but as a former dancer and performer, you respected the woman and gave credit where credit was due. She was the best living entertainer of this generation and most influential person; not to mention her music has gotten you through a lot and she was Blue Ivy’s mom. “Oh my God, what am I going to wear?!” You screeched as you maniacally hit the keys on the laptop. Kylo just chuckled before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Alright, see you later.” “Bye Ky, thank you so much.” You looked up at him with a happy pout. “Anything for you, kid.” He smiled and was on his way.

All of Friday, Kylo took you to see his California. Everyone could go down Rodeo Drive or see the Hollywood sign, but he wanted to show you a side to California that almost made you want to stay. But Saturday came fairly quick and you were waking up to the smell of pancakes. You strolled downstairs to see Kylo behind the island. “Good Morning,” You said. Kylo turned to see you in your cute little PJs and head scarf. “Good Morning, Y/N.” He plated the bacon. “Where’s Rey and everyone?” You asked. “They left already.” He handed you your plate. “I thought we could just chill and get ready until Beyonce,” Kylo told you. “You act like I’m going to take long.” You rolled your eyes eating the bacon. “Of course not sweetheart. But, I know it’s a time zone difference and you would like to perfect your baby hairs.” He teased. You gave him a death look. “I know you’re joking but the hairs are a serious thing.” You stuck your tongue out. “What time does she perform?” “At 11pm.” Kylo told you. “11? Oh, Bey, I’m going to need a nap, we have like 12 hours to waste.” You wore a silk and lace yellow cami with crystal embellished high-waisted shorts and the big purchase that you had been saving just for the concert: Miu Miu Matelasse leather belt bag. Expensive and trendy? Yes. But you could also wear it as just a belt or a clutch. Your tongue pressed against the back of your teeth as you focused on laying your baby hair down perfectly. Kylo stood at the door just watching you with a small smile on his lips. He knew how he felt about your curls. Looking in the mirror, you saw the weirdest sight. “Are you wearing a-” You turned to see his muscles under the ‘Beyhive Boys’ shirt and his dark hair braided back in a bun. You couldn’t help but laugh at how cute and out of his element he looked. “I don’t want to be out of place.” Kylo sat down on the toilet and held out be stickers. “What is this?” You took it from him. “I’m going to put them on my body.” Kylo was the master of being emotionless, so when you saw his straight face say this and you busted out laughing. “You’re so cute!” Kylo opened his legs as you engulfed him in a hug. His arms wrapped around you tightly, nuzzling into your belly. “Alright, Mr. Knowles lets put these bees on you.”

Walking the festival grounds, you held Kylo’s hand as you took in everything. Never have you ever thought you would be at Coachella or see Beyonce or be with Kylo in this type of setting. Kylo always like it for it to be just you two and you thought it was so sweet that he spent the time and money to think about you like this. “We are meeting them here.” Kylo stopped as he looked around for his cousin and friends. Soon, both were able to make out the sound of laughter from the famous trio. “BEN!” Rey screamed running to him but then quickly shifted to you. “Y/N YOU LOOK SO GOOD!” She ran to hug you. Poe and Finn approached Kylo. “Woah, aren’t you ready for Queen Bey?” Poe said. Kylo just rolled his eyes. “And Miss thing came to slay over here.” Finn's hands moved up and down and in a praising gesture. Y/N laughed at Finn’s ridiculousness. “Come on, let’s get some pictures and fun in before Beyonce stops the world.” Rey grabbed your hand and everyone followed. You had such an amazing time and took so many great pics with your friends. Not to mention Kylo, you thought Kylo was so beautiful, not just on the outside, and you wish he could see that. The group made their way to the main stage. “We are going this way.” Kylo tugged your hand that almost never left his. “Dude, what? We are going to be in the back already, where could we possibly go?!” He could tell you were getting anxious and frustrated. “We’ll catch you guys later,” Kylo told the trio as he led you to a secluded section. It was heavily guarded and made you confused. “Can I see some ID?” The man asked and the pair showed him. Soon he was letting them in and handing them lanyard.

Thanking the man, you read the laminated card. “BEYCHELLA!” You squeaked. “Oh my God Kylo, how the fuck did you do this?” Kylo just shrugged. “I guess it pays to have my mom be a famous Senator,” Kylo told you. Kylo had money, so you weren’t surprised that you both had VIP bands for the festival but this was another level. “This is crazy!” Both of your hands wrapped around his as you beamed up at the tall figure. Kylo looked down to see you glowing and not just your skin, but your whole aura. He loved every moment of you taking him by the hand and leading him to a good spot to see both stages. You stopped in front of the gate and looked at him. “Oh my God, that’s Jourdan Dunn!” You whispered. He turned to see a couple of models that you followed and he grabbed both your hands smiled down at you. “You’re so cute.” Now it was your time to hide your blushing expression, wrapping your arms tightly around him. With other people filling into the little VIP area, you tried your best to keep it cool, but and you and Kylo caught everyone’s attention. Two beautiful Beyonce-themed people, everyone thought you were the cutest couple, Kylo was very surprised when people wanted pictures. Of you, he was not; you were his Naomi Campbell and he loved seeing and watching you take pictures. But him it was different, he wasn’t as photogenic as you. With some hyping and a few of you, he was able to show off his Queen Bey outfit. “Just letting you know, I’m not apologizing for my actions and if you don’t want to be my friend anymore, it’s fine ‘cause baby girl finna turn up!” You told him.

Soon all the lights were dimming and screams filled the air. Kylo heard you gasp as the surrounding phone screens illuminated your face. His dark eyes memorized your childlike expression waiting for the show to start. The spotlight illuminated a female drummer as she began tapping. “Oh, my God.” You whispered. A whistle blew and the beat dropped, the dancers began to move and exposed Beyonce in all her royal garb. Y/N’s mouth hung open as she couldn’t believe what she watches. Her eyes fell to the main stage where she saw the bleachers and the band. “OH MY GOD IT’S A FUCKING HBCU, SHE’S FUCKING TAKING US TO COLLEGE!” Y/N screamed and Kylo chuckled. He knew that when you were little you wanted to go to an HBCU and you wanted to be a line dancer, sometimes you regretted not going and that would make Kylo sad because he met you here in college and he couldn’t even FATHOM you not being in his life. Even if he had only known you for a little less than a year. Kylo’s eyes went from you to the top of the bleachers seeing Beyonce. “That’s from the fucking Wiz, woah okay, bitch take me all the way black!” He heard you say. The beat dropped and Beyonce began to move. “Coachella are you ready?” “YASSS! IT’S FUCKING CRAZY IN LOVE” He heard you say. He just stared in awe as the show commenced. He never really watched for Beyonce until now and he had to admit, the price was worth it and the show just started.

“She’s line dancing, she better not sit-wow, she’s fucking my life up.” Y/N said she could feel the adrenaline rush through her as the performance went on. You stuck your tongue out and began to twerk when they remixed Crazy in Love with Back Dat Ass Up. Kylo looked at you for a brief second before a blush hit his face and continued to watch the dancers do the same thing. It started to slow down as she moved to the next song. Your hands flew to your face. Kylo’s brows furrowed as he gently pulled you to him. “You okay? What happened?” Y/N turned up to look at him with glossy eyes. “She’s singing Lift Every Voice and Sing. That’s the Black national anthem.” She hadn’t heard that song in years! From pre-school to middle school she went to an all-black and very pro-black school that celebrated the culture. So hearing this definitely invoked some nostalgic emotions for her. But the tears fell away as Formation came on and Kylo knew how much you LOVED that song. “Are we swag surfin’ again?” You began to dance and took Kylo’s arms and did the same. “YASS BEY!” He stood there smiling torn between watching Beyonce perform and the girl he was in love with being so happy and carefree.

“Kylo those are Les Twins!” She shook his shoulders which prompted him to tear his eyes from her to the stage. The beat for Partition dropped and you were living and soon filtered into Yonce which got you hyped because Jourdan, Joan, and Chanel were in your section and if you were living, you know they were living. Check On It started to play and you swore if they weren’t already, your edges were GONE! “Check On It like Pink Panther, bitch throwback to my fucking Disney MP3 Player!” You screamed. You haven’t heard that song in years, but you still knew the lyrics. “Oh, Shit!” They both said in unison as Jay-Z walked on the stage. “If Blue comes out, I’m done, I’ll be done.” Kylo threw his head back laughing because you LOVED that little girl more than you loved her parents. The girls and Beyonce came back with their army fatigue and you felt so stupid for not realizing what this was leading up to when three silhouettes rose from the stage. Hands flew into your hair as you screamed. Kylo jumped definitely not expecting that. But, never in your twenty-two years of life did you think you would get the chance to see this. You remember playing Destiny’s Child and telling people you were Beyonce and they weren’t. Young Y/N was going off; Kelly, Bey, and Michelle were right there looking fine as ever and better than most of the artist that we have now! You haven’t heard good harmonies like that in a minute. “Woah, the boots are falling, somebody’s getting fired.” If that wasn’t enough, Solange came running out. “WHAT?!” You screamed as they danced to Get Me Bodied. “THIS IS AMAZING!”

You don’t know why you underestimated Beyonce by thinking it couldn’t get better than this but when Single Ladies started you were breaking out the dance moves that were in your muscle memory. Kylo couldn’t help admire you dancing with the same energy as the dancers on stage. He knew about Single Ladies so he flipped his hand just like Beyonce which made you laugh. You hugged his side and he wrapped his arms around you, hopefully, you wouldn’t be single any longer once he finally worked up the nerve. Beyonce began to talk and sang Love On Top. With your arms still wrapped around him tightly, you began to sing the song, Kylo’s head rested atop your head. They continued to watch Beyonce snatch wigs and life from everyone at Coachella. Beyonce said her thank yous and left the stage. Everyone began to exit still on a high. Kylo led you out. “You enjoyed yourself?” He asked walking to the meet-up with the trio. You nodded still reveling in what just happened. The ride back to the house you were silently snuggled up with Kylo; Rey, Finn, and Poe didn’t mind as they were drunk and talking about God knows what.

When you entered the house everyone went to bed except you and Kylo, who was chilling in the living room. “That was amazing, I’ve never seen a show like that and it wasn’t even her concert,” Kylo told you. “Yeah,” You said silently with a smile. Kylo observed the small smile on your face as tears filled your eyes. “A-Are you okay?” He moved closer to you. “Yeah, I just,” You wiped your tears as you giggled. “You might think it’s silly, but watching her, watching THAT performance, that was me. It was for me, it was for us.” Kylo didn’t need you to explain what you meant; he remembers all the times you complained about going to see Solange and all the whites being at the front of the stage and not showing her enough love, how it wasn’t fair for them or you, and how she had made you feel as a black woman. “No, I don’t think it’s silly.” Kylo shook his head. “It’s just, that was my culture. Like the bands, the frats, the line, the songs; I wanted to go to Hampton like my Uncle and be a dancer and perform at the shows that we used to go see. And the Nina Simone, Malcolm X excerpts and the anthem-like.” You rolled your eyes as more tears fell. “I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it.” You show him your arms. “She turned the whitest festival black.” Kylo joked and you laughed. “Totally, but I mean she made history, we witnessed history and she infused it with our history. After everything, this was for us by us. Thank you for allowing me to see this.” You turned to him and smiled. Kylo brushed the fallen curls out of your face.

“I’m just happy that you’re happy. You make me so happy Y/N and I couldn’t think of a better way to express how thankful I am for being my friend and just putting up with me.” Kylo said. “So you take me to the most anticipated show since 2017? I must mean a lot to you. I’m forever indebted to you.” You laughed. His fingers combed through his hair as he let out a shaky breath not knowing how to say his next words. “You can be my girlfriend.” He said and you threw your head back in laughter which confused him. “You didn’t have to take me to see Beyonce to be your girl, but I’ll take it.” Hands cradled his face as they nuzzled their noses together. Two pairs of dark eyes held a heavy stare. His large hands softly gripped your waist. His full lips touched yours as he pulled you closer. Kylo couldn’t believe this whole night was real. He felt her soft lips fall into a smile as he continued to leave kisses on her lips. He pulled back to see her blushing expression. Her head fell into the crook of his neck as he pulled her into a bear hug and pulled you on top of him. “Thank you, Beyonce!” Kylo sighed looking down at his favorite person in the whole world.

tagged: @rebeccamaximoff @hoe-for-kylo

P.S: Y’all better read this lmao

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A Dangerous Game (Suho Mafia!au fic) Chapter 19 - Lego Land

Warnings: None

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15(M), Ch. 16, Ch. 17(M), Ch. 18, Ch. 19, Ch. 20, Ch. 21, Ch. 22, Bonus Chapter

Nothing could possibly ruin the fact that I was about to climb into a nice warm bubble bath and have a glass of wine from one of the most expensive bottles that Junmyeon owned.

Bang Bang Bang

“Whatever you’re doing in there, finish up! Junmyeon needs you in the living room now!” Minseok yelled through the door.

Expect maybe his voice...his voice could ruin that moment. Wrapping my bathrobe around myself I made my way to the living room where I saw something that I definitely wasn’t expecting to see.

“Why is there a small child in the living room?” I questioned, looking at Junmyeon.

“I need to talk to you about that,” he said, looking extremely guilty, “There was an incident when we went to confront the guy would was giving information to the police.”

“What and you kidnapped his kid?” I questioned.

“No...his wife...the boy’s mom...jumped in front of my gun...” Junmyeon said.

“Is she....” I trailed off not wanting to alarm the small boy who was having fun pretending he was an airplane up on Chan’s shoulders.

“Yes...both of his parents are,” he replied, “Y/N you remember how I told you that I don’t hurt women and children.”

“Yes...well you don’t hurt them physically,” I said.

“Right....” he said with a sigh, “I need your help.”

“With?” I questioned.

He looked towards the boy and then gestured his hands like the answer was obvious. “When women get around kids don’t their maternal instincts kick in?”

“I don’t know...I was around like two kids in my life and then I deal with all of you...” I stated.

“Well...while I try and find a place for him...he’ll need someone to care for him. Think you can do that for me?” he questioned.

“You say that like it’s a question, but I’m guessing it’s more something that I have no choice in the matter...”

“Pretty much...”

I sighed and walked into the living room. Upon seeing me, Chan set the boy on the ground and he looked up at me with big, sleepy eyes. “Hey buddy, my name’s Y/N....what’s yours?” I questioned.

He just blinked at me for a moment before speaking. “Where’s my mommy?”

“Oh well....” I sat down on the couch and thought for a second, “Your mommy had to take a trip somewhere and she asked us to keep an eye on you so that you were safe.”

“Oh...” he said, “Why didn’t she say anything?”

“Well she....” I stopped not quite sure what to say to that. I never knew my mother so I didn’t know how to break the fact that his mother left without a word because she made a rash decision that got her killed. Truth was I probably couldn’t break that to him without completely crushing him. He probably wouldn’t even understand at this point. He was what? Three? Four? He probably didn’t know all his numbers...how was he supposed to understand this?

I felt a hand on my shoulder and Baekhyun leaned down to whisper in my ear. “I looked up his birth certificate...his name is Jinwoo, he’s four...”

I gave a small nod and he moved away and I looked back at Jinwoo. “You look sleepy, are you ready for bed?” He thought for a second and gave a nod. Standing back up I held out my hand my hand to him. “Let’s get you ready for bed then.”

Kai held out a bag out to me. “I grabbed some clothes and toys before we left the house....”

“Thanks,” I said, taking it and leading Jinwoo down the hall, “You get to stay with me tonight...is that ok?”

He shyly gave a nod as I led him to my room. He almost seemed memorized by the size of the bed and all the pillows and fluffy blankets that were on it. “This is your room?”

“Mmhmm,” I replied, as he felt the blankets with his hands, “Do you need to go potty before bed?” He nodded and I led him to the bathroom and went to grab the step stool that I kept in there so that he could use it and when I turned around I saw him reaching his arm over the side of the larger soaker tub and playing with the bubbles and water. “Have you had a bath tonight buddy?”

He shook his head as he looked at the bubbles that clung to his hand.

“Would you like one?”

“With all the bubbles?!” he questioned excitedly.

“With all the bubbles...” I replied.

“Yes!” he said.

“Well go potty and get ready for your bath,” I said.

I didn’t take long for him to get ready for his bath and soon he was neck deep in water and bubbles. He still looked tired, but he had enough energy left in him to splash around.

“You have a bubble beard!” he said putting bubbles on my face.

“I do?!” I questioned, “Is it a good look for me?”

Laughing he put more bubbles on my face and I proceeded to put bubbles on the top of his head.

~Junmyeon~

“Here you go boss,” Kyungsoo said, handing him a camping cot that he kept in storage in his apartment for any emergencies that came up, “Fill it up with pillows and blankets and it will be nice and comfy but close enough to the floor that if he falls he won’t get hurt.”

“Thanks,” he said before heading down the hall to Y/N’s room. Upon entering the bedroom was empty but there was laughter coming from the bathroom. Walking over he pushed open the door slightly and saw Y/N giving Jinwoo a bubble bath.

Junmyeon gave a small smile at the scene before him. He was truly upset about that had happened back at that house, he never meant for this to happen and this is the reason why the members of EXO came to an agreement during the forming of the mafia that women (if innocent and not a threat in any way shape or form) and children were not to be harmed.

He backed out of the bathroom as Y/N drained the tub and began to rinse Jinwoo off. He couldn’t take back what he had done he could only do what he could to make sure Jinwoo ended up in a safe place....

~Y/N~

“And up we go,” I said, as I lifted Jinwoo onto the stool so he could brush his teeth while I finished drying him off. Once that was all said and done and he was in his PJs I carried him into the bedroom where I saw Junmyeon setting up what looked to be a cot of sorts. “What are you doing?”

“Setting this up for him...I mean, we obviously don’t have a toddler bed and he’ll be close enough to the floor that-”

“He’ll be fine with me,” I said walking over and setting the now almost passed out Jinwoo on my oversized bed. I tucked him in and pulled a stuffed animal out of the bag Kai had handed me and put it next to him and see his eyes were completely closed and his breathing steadied.

“I was just trying to help...” Junmyeon said.

I walked over and grabbed his wrist pulling him from the room. “I never said you weren’t. Look, I get you feel bad about what happened...but there is a boy without his parents and you put me in charge of him...let me do that.”

He looked at me for a second noticing my change from my earlier hesitation to now. “You do know that he won’t be able to stay, right?”

“Of course I know that...but for right now he’s here, he needs someone to care for him, and you put me in charge of him,” I said, “Goodnight...” I walked back into the room and closed the door before he could say anything.

Over the next few days it was tough for Jinwoo to adapt to his new surroundings. He would wake up in the middle of the night crying for his mother only to have her not there. He also didn’t have many of the toys or books he was wanting and that a hyperactive four year old needed.

“I need your credit card,” I told Junmyeon causing him to choke on his morning coffee.

“Excuse you? Why? And where are you dressed to go?” he questioned, seeing myself and Jinwoo looking ready to leave the penthouse, which we were.

“We are going to the neutral territory to go to the book store, toy store, and regular store,” I said before holding out my hand, “Credit card...”

“You didn’t ask to go anywhere, and you have your own allowed money...” he said.

“I’m a fully functioning adult who just wants to buy a small boy some learning books, coloring books, a couple new toys, and needs to get some things at the general store....” I stated, “Credit card...”

“You still need an escort-”

“Sehun!”

“What?” Sehun questioned, not looking away from the video game him a Baek were currently playing.

“What are you doing today?” I questioned.

“Kicking Baek’s aaaaaaaa.....butt....kicking Baek’s butt,” he said, remembering there was a small child in the room.

“Oh good...wanna be my shopping escort?” I questioned.

“Not particularly....”

“That’s great...cause you’re going to anyway,” I said.

“What?! Who do you-aw man...you made me lose...” he whined.

“Even better...you’re not busy now....” I said before looking about at Junmyeon, “Credit card.”

He rolled his eyes and pulled out his wallet and credit card. Just as he was about to hand it to me he pulled it back. “Don’t go crazy.”

“Aw man....and I was gonna buy a yacht while I was out,” I deadpanned.

“That isn’t funny,” he said.

“Even if I did would your bank account feel the burn?” I questioned.

“Depends on the size of the boat....” he said.

I reached out and grabbed the card. “Books and toys and general stuff... that’s it...no yachts. Sehun!”

With some argument from Sehun we set off from the penthouse and walked to the neutral territory. Jinwoo held my hand as he skipped along next to me, and Sehun lagged behind but stayed near enough that if anything did occur he would be right there.

“Pick out what you would like,” I told Jinwoo as we entered the children’s section of the bookstore. He dragged me around picking out as many books and coloring books as he could manage and then dumping them into the hand cart.

“What about you? Aren’t you getting any?” he asked looking up at me.

“No...not today,” I said as we stood in line. For some reason as we stood there I began to get nervous, like we were being watched by untrustworthy eyes. I knew that we were in neutral territory and that nothing should go down, but that didn’t make the feeling go away.

“Someone’s watching us...” I told Sehun.

He looked around. “Did you see them?”

“No...but something felt off...” I said. Jinwoo could see the worry on my face and he tugged on my pant leg.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he questioned.

“Nothing sweetie....we’re just gonna finish up our shopping and go home,” I replied not wanting to startle him.

At the toy store the feeling of being watched wasn’t as bad, it could have also been the fact that I was slightly distracted by constantly telling Jinwoo that he could not have every single toy that he saw.

“You can get a few small toys or a couple bigger ones,” I said, as he dragged me down the isle.

And then he found it...

The jackpot of the toy store...

The mother load...

The place where he could live his whole life and never get bored...

LEGO LAND

He let out a happy scream as he ran down the isle. We ended up leaving the store with a Marvel Lego set and a bucket of mixed Legos.

That feeling of happiness disappeared while we were at the general store. For me at least. Jinwoo had no awareness of what dangers may or may not be lurking around the corner. All he knew was that he we getting coloring books, Legos, and he and Sehun were arguing over the last chocolate fudgsicle.

“Are you seriously arguing with a four year old over a fudgsicle?” I questioned as I grabbed a paper from the crate next to the ice cream chest.

“What? I like them,” he said, distracting him just long enough for Jinwoo to jump up, swipe the fudgsicle from his hand, blow a raspberry at him, then run behind my legs.

“Looks like he won,” I teased heading to the counter to pay.

Back at the penthouse after all the excitement of new books and Lego Land and a sugar rush from the fudgsicle...Jinwoo was passed out on the couch.

“Money well spent, I see,” Junmyeon said inspecting the bucket of Legos.

“He certainly thinks so,” I said, motioning to the sleeping boy before going back to reading the classifieds.

“I guess as long as he’s entertained while he’s here I can’t-”

crash

He stopped mid-sentence as the mug that I was drinking from crashed to the floor. “Y/N??”

I gulped before slowly looking up from the paper. “I think my father had a heart attack....”

To be continued....

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