#((This is purely fluff THIS IS ANGST FREE WHAT A SHOCKER THAT IS!

[lyralumina]

UM YES IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION???

It was a lovely Tuesday morning in Domino City. The skies overhead hung with patches of white fluffy clouds and the sun that hung above welcomed everyone with its warmth. The birds chirped happily and everything today was just picture perfect.Despite it being a weekday, the kids nation wide were off from school today as it was a holiday for them so paents with children woke up to their kids still sleeping in and not having to wake up at their usual early time to head off to school. Parents did not have to wake up to make them breakfast or pack them school lunch or even rush off to go to work as today for them was also a holiday. Today was carefree to everyone and to many parents; this was rather odd to them. They have adapted themselves to being busy working machines that days off like this were something they could not handle anymore. They had to do something or else the day would simply go to waste.For Yugi Muto and Ryou Bakura, today was rather odd but not too odd. The two families decided to spend some time together as it has been rather a long time since they have seen each other, having children and work was another factor that  made them hardly have time to see each other. They took the opportunity of this day to meet up but the children made it rather difficult. The little one of the Muto household refused to wake up at a reasonable time and when his father yelled from outside his door to get up he moaned and groaned ‘ screamed at the top of his lungs ‘No.’ or ‘Five more minutes.’ Yugi then waited five more minutes. Five more minutes soon passed and he then walked up to his sons door and asked him again if he could please wake up, which prompted the little one to whine even louder than before ‘No!’ and fussed the entire morning. The promise of food was the ticket to getting the little one up and out of his room and when Yugi chimed in at his son that they will go out and get breakfast today, the little one just jumped out of bed and zoomed out of his room to go and get ready to head out. The promise of food worked. The little one of the Bakura household was not as troublesome as the little one of the Muto household. He was just a bit still tired from staying up late with his father watching a movie. The Prince Of Egypt the young one chose to watch with his father. The movie was wonderful and they enjoyed it despite there being a few scenes the little one would cling to his father just a tad frightened but the two soon after the movie was done fell asleep on the couch together with a cheap old blanket and a few pillows and woke up very surprised that the TV was still on in its main menu select screen and that their instincts made them wake up at seven AM. Four hours of sleep was enough for the both of them but my god did the little one want more sleep. Their morning was them preening themselves up and cleaning up the living room as they left it a mess. A bowl of spilled buttered flavor popcorn laid on the floor, the TV of course was still on, one of the pillows was on the floor and cups of watered down fizzy soda were still on the coffee table in front of them. Ryou did most of the cleaning as the pet Kenyan Sand Boa kept the little one from doing an ounce of work. Yugi as soon as his son was sitting in the living room with his grand father as they talked about Duel Monsters called both his boss Seto Kaiba and Ryou Bakura. Seto for the sole fact that if he could not bother him too much today as he would be hanging out with Ryou. The reply he got was on a good note. Seto barely hearable from what it sounded to be thousands of kids around him told him that he will do his best to try not to bother him but he could not promise such a thing. Today was rather busy over at Kaiba Land as the kids roamed rampant since being off from school and that prices today were slashed in half and to make matters better, Anzu and her children were with him as it was that time of the month that Kaiba Land’s Castle would be having a special event. Seto was with him to act as his Queen of the Castle to take photos with the children or possibly duel, they brought their respective decks along just in case if they were to duel under any circumstance. Their own little ones were free to roam the park and do whatever they pleased but under the supervision of Mokuba and Roland. Their kids got to escape any long lines with their special passes.Seto left with the fact that Anzu will be doing some official Kaiba Corporation work for them for the next month. She will be doing advertisements and other media work for them. She is garnering world wide attention for her side profession being dueling, being a world famous professional ballet dancer was also another reason she was gathering attention so with that, Anzu under her dueling alias ‘Graceful Odette’ will be doing commercials to get young girls and women into Duel Monsters. Anzu herself is also scheduled to tag team duel with Mai Valentine by her side against, you guessed it; Seto and Yugi. That was scheduled till the end of the month and it was on a Friday night so the kids were going to be there and would be dragging their parents to see them duel. Yugi surprised by Anzu being at Kaiba Corporation to do some work for them suddenly beamed with joy as ‘Wow, Anzu sure is amazing.’ She is living her life to the fullest. He was so proud of her. A lot of people were proud of her.Ryou for the sole fact if he and his son were ready to go get some breakfast as that would be something fun to do and then they could spend the rest of the day together. Ryou picked up and told Yugi that  they would be happy to go and get some breakfast as that sounded just lovely but they were not ready just yet, Ryou just had to make sure that his son properly placed their pet back in its cage and gave it the proper care it needed for the rest of the day but Ryou told Yugi that he could start walking to their place. He apologized for the inconvenience.“Nonsense Ryou its okay, Ill start walking as soon as possible with the little one. We will meet you guys there.”“Thank you so much Yugi. Oh dear! I must go now, the little one is starting to get fussy with the snake.” “It’s fine do your thing.” The call ended, Ryou had hung up the call.  Yugi sighed with a smile as he placed the home phone back in its proper place but as soon as he did his son from all the way in the living room yelled for his father. “Dad! I’m hungry! Where’s breakfast?” Jaden whined, Dramatically crossing his arms and slumping on the couch. He pouted soon afterwards. Yugi then heard his grandpa reply back to Jaden as Yugi was scrambling to find the house keys and other personal belongings he needed, “Now now Jaden, if you want I can cook you up something.” Jaden then beamed at his great grandfather, He quickly unfolded his arms and threw them up in the air very dramatically and very enthusiastically. “Yeah! I love your cooking grandpops!” he giggled soon after exclaiming his joy, he could just picture the tamagoyaki and mini sausage octopuses that would surely be in front of him as well as some soup and a hot mountain of steamed fluffy white rice. It almost made the young boy drool.“That wont be necessary Grandpa.” Yugi who was all preened up and ready to go with his mini black leather satchel and with his official Kaiba Corporation ear set on waltzed in on them, he came in adjusting the ear set, turning it on just in case Kaiba had his ear set on at the moment and needed to speak with him and or if needed something from Yugi because you know, Smart phones were out of season for Kaiba so it seemed. Whatever, Yugi will surely text Kaiba that he has his ear set turned on and that if he needs him he could report to him from the ear set, if he did not have it on him then he can simply text him. Yugi knows that Kaiba is still a young one deep inside and cannot live without his Smart phone but instead of constantly checking social media, it was constantly checking important phone calls that could only be answered from his smart phone or how the stock market was doing, you know; adult things.Yugi walked over to Jaden and lifted up Jaden into his arms from off the couch, Jaden very confused as to what was going on clung to his father tightly, his cinnamon brown eyes locking on to his fathers amethyst eyes. Yugi then using his free hand brought it to his sons head and ruffled his hair just a tad, he knows he spent quite a while brushing it.“I am so sorry to keep you waiting Jaden, We will go get breakfast now.” Muttered Yugi to Jaden. Jaden’s eyes twinkled and he nodded at his father. Yugi looked back at his grandpa and told him that they will be off to go get some breakfast and they wont be back till much later. His grandfather gave them the okay. As soon as Jaden heard that his father said they’re going to be gone from home for a while literally jumped off of Yugi’s arms, prompting Yugi gasp in shock; “Jaden!” Jaden ran to his room and slammed his door, leaving Yugi to catch his breath and to calm his racing heart down. Heck even Grandpa Muto was rather shocked at the little ones sudden action. A couple seconds later Jaden closed his door from his room and rushed up to his father sporting his tiny Duel Monsters inspired backpack. Yugi who stood in the same place looked down at his son grinning up at him chuckled to himself. There’s a few things his son cannot be without for even one second so it seems. Quickly bending down on his knees to scoop up his son in his arms and having a good grip on him this time so he wont go jumping out of his arms, Yugi then spared no time leaving the house but did say bye to his grandpa. “Bye pops!” shouted Jaden with a big ole smile plastered on his face.Yugi then practically shut the door shut just the same way his son did so with his room door. As Yugi and Jaden walked up the street to meet up with the Bakura’s, Yugi engaged in a short but sweet conversation with his son still in his arms. Jaden was fiddling with the ear set Yugi had on, tapping the huge glowing magenta bulb. He was always curious to know how that thing works, too bad his father would never let him get his hands on it. “So Jaden do tell me, What did you pack in that backpack of yours?” Yugi asked softly, not looking down at his son as he needed to keep his eyes on the street to ensure both their safety. Jaden who was still distracted with the ear set responded back to his father. “Oh! I packed my Game Boy Color, My Duel Monsters coloring book and a pack of crayons, My duel monsters deck and my Elemental Hero action figure!” Beamed the child in his fathers arms, suddenly looking up at his father, smiling widely. “Your duel monsters deck huh? I’m surprised that you picked up that habit of taking your deck everywhere from me.” Yugi laughed as he too had his deck in his satchel, not just one deck though, He had two decks on him. His main deck containing his famous deck masters like the Dark Magician, Celtic Guardian, and of course his sons favorite Kuriboh but the second deck was a work in progress. It is a Dragon deck that he and Kaiba have been structuring together for fun but it was not as powerful as Kaiba’s own Dragon deck. His Blue Eyes White Dragons were going to be tough to beat with this Dragon Deck but Yugi had secretly placed in a few other Dragons in there that Kaiba has no idea of. One of them he will surely give him a raised eyebrow. Yugi just imagining Seto give him that look made him snort to himself. Oh when he takes a gander at his dragons lustrous red eyes.Yugi and Jaden continued to talk to each other as they walked as soon as they got to where they needed to be. A couple of minutes of walking later the Muto family made it to Ryou’s place and they were greeted with the family of two patiently waiting for them outside their home. “Ah! Yugi!” Ryou shouted and waved his right arm up in the air to grab Yugi’s attention as he could see them just up ahead. Yugi heard his name be shouted and from the sound of the persons voice,He knew who it was. Yugi smiled at Ryou and stopped walking to set his son down from his arms, he had carried him all the way from home and his arms were starting to ache from holding him, he was starting to become a big boy. Carrying him in his arms was going to be a thing of the past soon.His son then held onto his hand as they walked together to reach up to Ryou and his son. A few steps later and Yugi was just inches away from Ryou. “Yugi! I’m so happy to see you its been such a long time!” Ryou said delightfully, hugging Yugi and patting his back. Yugi laughed as he hugged the young man with powdered snow hair. Yugi closed his eyes and embraced the hug. Jaden had let go of his fathers hand and ran up to the little one of the Bakura family; Johan. Johan was reading a small chapter book about flowers that truly fascinated him when he went to the school library with the rest of his English class. The cover had this amazing photo of a huge American Bumble Bee on a huge sun flower covered with pollen and so he checked out the book faster than the blink of an eye. He was the first to check out a book that day and spent the rest of the school day that day reading the book about the conservation of both flowers and bees and how both flowers and bees go hand in hand, how their relationship is beneficial to the planet. Truly remarkable. Johan noticed Jaden run up to him to greet him. He used his long book mark to mark where he left off and closed the book, placing it into his tiny Duel Monsters inspired backpack. He packed a few other items he found essential to him as well in his backpack.“Hello Jaden.” Johan said as he zipped up his backpack then proceeding to put the backpack on his back, adjusting the straps as well. Jaden gave Johan a big hug. Johan caught the young boy and returned the hug, holding the boy as he jumped up and down. He was very happy to see him and Johan was too but the boy was so famished at the moment, he wanted some food. “So. Are you ready to go and get some breakfast?” Chimed Yugi as he had finished hugging Ryou and Ryou was ready to book it to get some food. “Finally! I’m so hungry I could eat a Kuriboh!” Jaden dramatically yelled. Yugi blinked a few times to process what his son said, he then looked to Ryou who also was surprised at what the young boy had just exclaimed. A few seconds later Ryou snorted and both young fathers were laughing hysterically. Tears of laughter formed around Ryou’s eyes, thank goodness he wasn’t wearing eyeliner. Jaden and Johan looked at each other in confusion as their fathers laughed up a storm. It wasn’t even that funny. They came to the conclusion that old jokes like that are just meant for old people like them. Yugi settled his laughter down and thankfully he didn’t cry in laughter. He would have ruined his eyeliner and the rest of his makeup he spent a good amount of time applying. Foundation, Concealer, Contour, Highlighter, all that other sweet jazz. “Oh Jaden you wouldn’t want to eat him. Trust me he wouldn’t like that very much.” Yugi could already hear the inner and spiritual whimpers of fear from the Kuriboh in his own main deck. Poor thing. “But I know well enough that it was just a figure of speech.” Yugi lastly added. Just then out of the blue Johan’s stomach growled loudly, silencing out everyone. Ryou turned to look at his son, his tawny hues dancing in empathy, he too was hungry. Johan quickly covered his stomach, his face flushed crimson and he was super embarrassed at what just happened. “Dad… can we go eat now?” Asked Johan shyly. Ryou nodded at his son and whipped his head back to look at Yugi. “Lets go now, the kids need food.” Yugi agreed. “As so do we.” Yugi added. Ryou then extended his hand to Johan and Johan quickly took hold of his hand. Finally! food was just around the corner. Yugi did the same with his son and followed the Bakura’s to the western styled diner right around the corner from the Bakura’s house. How convenient to have a cool American diner so accessible like that. Cafes and fast food were all that Yugi had close to home besides the always convenient 7-11, Those were literally everywhere, you couldn’t miss them. To think, The hamburgers,The chili cheese fries, The onion rings and milkshakes. Holy Ra did that all sound so wonderful to just eat up but it was only eleven AM, the diner would only be serving breakfast till the clock hit twelve, maybe if they stalled just a few minutes longer they could get there in time for lunch time so the diner then switches it’s menus but really aside from absolutely loving burgers to death; Yugi could really go for a stack of western styled pancakes and hash browns with some scrambled eggs and bacon, A nice hot cup of black coffee with two creamers and two packets of sugar too as he needed the caffeine as a ‘pick me up’. Kaiba was going to be on his ass tomorrow surely as one day off was like missing one day of high school, only much worse. You know how missing one day of high school literally feels like you missed three tests that you must now retake, homework for just one single day piles high, and apparently there was a good round of gossip going around that then prompted in a school fight in the quad. Imagine that but instead of tests it’s deals with other Corporations, homework being stacks of files and paperwork to go through as tall as the Statue of Liberty in New York, The United States of America and the gossip turning into a brawl is just the boss screaming at his or her workers to get back to work or else they were fired.As the bright sky that hung above them with the sun now enveloping its human children with all the love and warmth she could possibly give, Yugi smiled to himself knowing that today was going to be a good day. He was so sure of it.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

The trial begins; Roger Taylor x reader x oc male

*Author’s note*

Well it’s been a LOOOOOONG time since I did a Rock Angel update but I finally got the time to do it and finally finish the DARKEST chapter of the Rock Angel’s life. So everything from here on out will be either PURE FLUFF OR PURE ANGST. Now I did my best to research actual court trial procedures plus using my brief knowledge of the justice system from a couple classes I took back in college but if there’s anything I got wrong and you’re actually studying court system/law enforcement PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLLLEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSE LET. ME. KNOW.

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Six months of physical rehab, a year of therapy, and 2 surgeries later, I was finally able to get back to some normalcy.  Of course the nightmares were frequent every night and of course the kids, especially Kelly, suffered a great deal of it as well.

During my rehabilitation in physical therapy, I had done a court case against James Woods for unprofessional hiring and neglect of care for his client’s safety and managed to sue his ass for over $275,000. Not only that but Hollywood Records fired his arse and once his name became public, no record company wanted to do business with him ever again.

But of course the main trail against Steve was still to come. Due to the restrictions of his uncle no longer able to help him out anymore, Steve’s bail money was set for $75,000.  And since no one could afford to bail him out, Steve remained in prison until the trial date set for March 19th.

I was currently sitting on a tire swing in the barn at mom’s and Misha’s place.  Since the news were running my story everywhere, Jack thought it best to keep us and the kids away from the city press so we went to his parent’s farm to hide away from the stress. The sky was cloudy and it was slightly chilly out today but I barely acknowledged it due to my nerves as the trial date was drawing near. I soon felt a jacket come around my shoulders and a soft voice said.

“Reminds me of when you rain out during that rainstorm when Prenter revealed your secret to us.”

“I’d feel a lot better if you didn’t mention that arsehole’s name right now dad.”

“You’re right I’m sorry. But hey be thankful this time you’re in a barn and not out in the pouring rain. After that day you got sick for 4 days.”

“Yeah. And you and Deacy were there to take care of me the entire time. Hell you skipped an entire rehearsal to take care of me.”

“You’re my daughter (n/n). I’ll always be there to take care of you. Even when you don’t want me to.” He said as he leaned up against the tire swing and swayed us from side to side.

Since being released from the hospital, while Deacy went home to tell Ronnie and the rest of the kids I was fine, and Brian had to go back for his solo tour, Roger elected to stay with me and the rest of the family to help take care of us.  

He called Dominque and his side chic of his decision to stay with me till the trail was over and the two women accepted his decision (which was a shocker on Debbie’s part. I knew Dominque understood).

“What’s going on in that head of yours lovey?” he asked me. He stopped the swaying and came in front of me, his hands holding onto the rope.

“I’m terrified dad.” I admitted.  “With the court date—I know I’m going to have to face him and it—fucking terrifies me. You know he’s gonna be looking at me the entire time. But I can’t just abandon the trial, otherwise he’ll walk free with hardly a sentence.” He sighed deeply.

“I know this isn’t easy for you. Hell if it were up to me, I would’ve never allowed it to come this far. I’m your father and I failed to protect you.”

“But you didn’t know dad. In truth it’s really my fault. I should’ve spoken up about this to you and the guys before it escalated it the way it did.”

“Hold it right there. Don’t go blaming yourself now (Y/n). This was in no way your fault.”

“Then it shouldn’t be yours.” He nodded.  “I just……what if I don’t have the strength to stay in the same room as him? Or what if the law gives him a slap on the wrist like they’ve done before?” Roger came around and wrapped an arm around my collar bone, his chin resting on my head as his other hand rubbed my left arm up and down.

“Because unlike before where they couldn’t prove he did those things, the news has proof of his attempted murder of you. Your lawyers have pulled up all the evidence of the additional charges that you and Jack want to charge him with, he can’t win this time. Your prosecutors won’t allow that to happen.”

“I just wish Freddie was here to help me with this.”

“So do I love. So do I. But do you know what he’d tell you right now?” I looked up at him and he looked right at me. “He’d tell you. ‘Buck up darling. You go to that courtroom, look that fucker in the eye. And show him he didn’t win. That he can’t win. For while he may be the Big Bad Wolf, you are the Lioness Queen.’”

Dad hugged me and I placed my hand on his arm that was still wrapped across my collar bone and leaned my head against his chest.

*March 19th, 1994. One hour till court hearing*

Back in New York City; Dad, Jack, and myself had just arrived at the New York airport. Waiting for us was my lawyer Mr. Barnes and the rest of the Prosecuting team.  And of course the media wanted a piece of me before the court hearing.  So Jack and Roger were sandwiching me out of the eyes of the media, while my lawyers were diverting the cameras away from me till we got to the car.

“Mrs. Kline do you have anything to say on behalf of this case!”

“Do you believe Steve Harrison should be given the death penalty?”

“Did you engage any intimate relationships with Mr. Harrison?”

“My client has no comments at this time!” Mr. Barnes stated firmly to the press as Jack quickly guided me inside the car.  Roger came in after him followed by Mr. Barnes and the others.

The driver immediately headed for the courthouse and Mr. Barnes told me.

“Alright so Mrs. Kline. Just to review you are still willingly to make your testimony on the stand, correct?”

“Correct.”

“Now I know you’ve been through a lot and his DA team will try to push your buttons but I must strictly advise you to keep your composure and your temper because if you bat an eye once or raise your voice for any reason, the DA will use that to their advantage.”

“I’ll do my best. Truthfully, I just want this whole mess over with so that I never have to see him again.” Jack took my hand in both of his giving it a comforting squeeze, while dad rubbed my shoulder.

“Understood ma’am.” The rest of the drive was pretty silent until we arrived at the courthouse.

As we entered inside not only were their lawyers, security guards, and various other people there for other trials, the rest of the NYC press was also there.

“THERE SHE IS!!! THE ROCK ANGEL!!!” A female reporter called out.  Once again we were horded by a swarm of cameras and microphones/tape recorders being shoved in our faces.

“My client refuses to speak or make any comments at this time! Now all of you please move back! Can we get security over here!” soon enough police and security made their way through the crowd and tried to back off the vultures.  But New York press people are as tough as they come, when they want something they’ll do anything to get it.

They proved themselves strong and determined to get a word out of me, but I just held my shades over my eyes and kept my head down to avoid any cameras getting a picture of my face.  Finally after what felt like forever, we arrived at the room where my trial was being held.

Already the room was packed with people, the media that was allowed to document this case had their cameras set up and their recorders ready to record what they needed.

My attorneys guided me towards the desk where we would be sitting at while Jack and my dad took their seats in the crowd just two rows behind us.  I sat down inbetween Mr. Barnes and Mr. Wilson, the leading Prosecutor and we all waited for the moment of truth for Steve to arrive.

About 20min. later, the DA team came in and walking in between a very large fat man and a thinner older man with white hair was Steve Harrison. In chains and in that infamous orange jumpsuit.  

When his eyes looked directly at me, I once again saw that empty look in his eyes.  There was just nothing there in those piercing brown eyes of his.  But spreading across his face was a smug grin. It was faint but I could see it clear as day as he kept staring me down.

“Don’t look at him. He’s trying to provoke you.” Mr. Wilson, the Head Prosecutor whispered to me. “Just look at the Judge and block him out.” As the courtroom continued to fill in with people as well as the 12 jurors, I felt my heart beating faster and my palms grew sweater by the second.

“He’s still looking over at me, I can feel it.”

“Again don’t let him get under your skin. I’m told you’re called Mama Lioness for a reason, now let me see that.” Mr. Wilson whispered to me again.  I took a deep breath and recomposed myself. “Atta girl.” He encouraged me.  As 9o’clock struck, the bailiff said.

“All rise for the Honorable Judge Mayweather.” We all stood up and soon coming in was a man around his 50’s, maybe even 60’s, wearing prescription glasses which emphasized his blue eyes.  He was a tall, lean man standing well over 6ft tall.  

“You may now be seated.” He said with a soft but commanding tone as he took his seat at the podium.  We all sat down and he opened the files. “The charges against the defendant Steve Harrison include attempted 1st degree murder, aggravated stalking, and 1st degree kidnapping. How does the defendant plea?”

“Not guilty your honor.” Steve’s obese lawyer proclaimed. Of course he’d plead not guilty.

“Very well. We shall began with the opening statements from each side. Prosecution, you have the floor.”

“Thank you your honor.” Mr. Barnes stated as he stood up. He paced around the front of the courtroom and made his opening statement, “Ladies and gentlemen of the court; Obsession is a dangerous thing. We all feel it. Whether it’s for the next best product, or for someone we want in our lives. And my client has been a victim of one man’s obsession for more than a year and a half. The defendant Steve Harrison not only put her through a living hell but also her entire family. Harassing, assaulting and even kidnapping my client’s eldest child. All for the sake of a delusion he had in his mind. But he had the conscious to know what he was doing was wrong. Mr. Harrison plotted, articulated and chose his methods on how to harm my client and her family and last June he almost achieved his goal when he put those two bullets in her before a live audience.”

“Thank you Mr. Barnes.” Judge Mayweather spoke.  Mr. Barnes came and sat down beside me as the judge continued, “Defense council, you may give your opening statement.” Steve’s lawyer stood up and stood before the court.

“Abuse, fear, and control. My client has dealt with these issues his entire life. His uncle manipulated him into pleasing his every demand for he was the only father-figure he had in his life. My client wanted to do everything to please his uncle’s every demand. But it was not also just his uncle, it was also the so called ‘Rock Angel’ that had seduced him into thinking she actually cared for him.”

Excuse me?! I almost wanted to raise my voice and call Steve’s lawyer out for his accusations but one stern look from Mr. Wilson told me to keep my mouth shut, less I risk making myself look bad before the jury and call this a mistrial.

“Not only that but also the threat’s from the Angel’s husband also caused my client great fear and anxiety. He felt like he needed to defend himself so as we begin this trial I ask you, the jurors to see that it was my client who was forced into committing these acts as a means of protection. Not out of his own desire, but for his own safety. Thank you.” He bowed his head before taking his seat.

“Right then. We shall now begin with the 1st charge of attempted murder. Prosecutor Wilson, do you have your first witness?”

“We do your honor. Prosecution calls Jack Kline to the stand.” Mr. Barnes stated.  Jack stood up from the audience and proceeded towards the stand.  Once he was there, Mr. Wilson held the Holy Bible and held it out to Jack, who then placed his right hand on top of it while raising his left hand in the air.  “Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you God?”

“I do.” Jack replied before taking his seat at the stand. It was then Mr. Barnes came up and proceeded with the direct examination.

“Mr. Kline can you tell us what happened prior to the concert shooting last June?”

“My wife (Y/n) was finishing up the last leg of her tour. On March 4th, 1992 we received a letter from Steve Harrison.”

“And what did the letter say?”

“It said a lot of things. About her about me but what really caught our eyes was he wrote and I quote. ‘I’ve had enough of this bullshit. If I can’t have you, no one can. So you better perform with one eye on the audience and one eye on the shadows. I’m going to kill you, you fucking bitch’.”

“And according to you and your cousin Jensen, who was acting as her head security. He tried to harm her, is that true?” Mr. Barnes asked.

“Yes. At her show in Atlanta he snuck in through the screen room and tried to kidnap her.” Mr. Barnes nodded and said to the jury.

“After his arrest in Atlanta, police reports said they found zip-ties, a bottle of chloroform and a 6in steel blade hunting knife. He was detained for only 8 weeks when his bail was made by an anonymous payer.” He turned back to Jack. “What happened the day of the concert at Madison Square Garden?”

At that point I saw Jack tense up.  He shifted uncomfortably before he said.

“My wife was up on stage performing her favorite Queen song, which she made a cover of per Freddie’s request, and just before she ended the song. Steve, in police uniform, came up behind my wife and shot her in the back. As she lay there on the floor he shot her again in the stomach. Then I—” he trailed off as he glared towards Steve who looked at him blankly.

His eyes were just soulless as they stared up at Jack.  While Jack’s eyes were full of hatred.

“I then watched him take her wedding ring right off her finger before smirking at me. Like he was proud that he took my wife’s life and the symbol of her being my wife, my equal.”

“Thank you, nothing further your honor.” Mr. Barnes walked back to his seat.  Now it was Steve’s lawyer’s time to cross examine my husband’s statement.

“You said that Steve wrote you a letter. Directed to both you and your wife is that correct?”

“Yes. Yes he did.”

“Said some crude stuff about you and your wife, correct?”

“Yes. Called her some stuff I’d really rather not stay and do things that no other man should do to her.”

“Objection!” Mr. Barnes exclaimed.

“Overruled.” Judge Mayweather said.

“Ladies and gentlemen I have here in my hand a copy of the letter written by my client. It is a hefty one I give you that but let me direct your attention to page 3, 4th paragraph. My client has written in detail. ‘On Halloween night of 1992, your husband physically beat me and then with no reason at all, sicked your dogs on me. I had to get 25 stitches on my leg and 30 on my right arm.’ Did you order your dogs to attack my client?”

“Only because he broke into my house after he assaulted me first!”

“Ladies and gentlemen I also have here in my hands the police report of that night. Let the record show that my client in no shape or form, physically break into the Rock Angel’s home . The door was wide open, there were no security cameras. So who’s to say that the dogs didn’t attack my client outside of the house?” I looked to the jury and some of them were actually believing what the Defense was saying. “Now Mr. Kline you do realize that dog attacks are a serious offense. Especially according to California law, right?”

“Objection your honor! Steve Harrison still entered the premise illegally by accounts to his restraining order!” Mr. Wilson stated as he stood up.

“That is true. Defense counselor best you alternate your question on that remark.” Take that you son of a bitch.  Steve’s lawyer turned back to Jack and he said.

“But you still confirm that you allowed your dogs to attack my client?”

“Yes. Because your client was about to attack my 6 year old daughter and 2 year old twin sons.”

“Nothing further your honor.” Steve’s lawyer said.  Jack was then allowed to go back to sit beside Roger.

The court continued on and after briefing for a half hour recess, the trial continued and finally I was allowed to take the stand. I swore under oath and my lawyer questioned me.

“Now Mrs. Kline what can you tell us about Steve Harrison when your first met him? Did you at all have anything to do with hiring him?”

“No. His uncle hired him as a favor for his sister, to ensure that Steve finally got himself a job.” I took a pause there thinking back to the day I first met Steve. “At first he seemed like a nice guy. He seemed to know what he was doing so it wasn’t like he was unqualified. He got me to my appointments on time, kept my schedule in check. And remained professional for the first year and a half of being hired.”

“Now you said he remained professional after a year and a half. Care to elaborate on what changed between you two?”

“It was 2 months after the Freddie Mercury tribute concert, the start of summer 1992. I was recording my last album ‘Fly High Mercury’. I barely slept in a week; Steve was there helping me out. We talked about the album, then it transitioned into family talk. As we were talking he started to get a little too close to me, actually even pining me up against the wall of the studio. Next thing I knew, his lips were on mine. He was kissing me without my consent.”

“And as you claim, everything went downhill from there?”

“Yes. The gifts, the constant phone calls, the harassment in the studio. Going off on delusions telling me things like why did I marry Jack Kline? That our kids should’ve been from his sperm. Telling me how in the music industry singers are always cheating on their spouses and I’m no different. That we could have a separate life together while I continue to rise to the top.”

“Which meant you sleeping with him while he helped make your name bigger?”

“Yes. But I refused. Because I’m not like those women who will sleep around to get what she wants. I’ll get it my way through my resources and strengths.” Mr. Barnes nodded at me with a slight grin at the corner of his face.

“Nothing further your honor.”  Now it was the defense attorney’s turn.

“You’ll get through the music industry through your own resources and your own strengths.” He asked in more of a questioning tone as he came up towards me.

“Along with the support and love of my family.” I added.

“Interesting. Mrs. Kline isn’t it true that you first began your career with the help of Queen’s help?”

“Objection your honor! How is this relevant to this case?” Mr. Wilson proclaimed.

“I’ll be getting to that your honor but Mrs. Kline must answer my question.” The greasy, obese man stated as he leaned closer towards my podium.  I could just smell the disgusting cigar breath off his lips.

“Mrs. Kline, please answer the question.” The judge told me to do.

“They—helped me with my confidence in getting in front of an audience. But at the time I had no idea until hours before the show that’s what they were going to be doing.”

“And then afterwards you continued to use Queen’s resources to help you gain the fame you got in just under a year when most artists especially female singers can hardly get to that degree of fame on their own?”

“Objection your honor! He’s badgering the victim!” Mr. Wilson tried to suade the judge but judge Mayweather overruled it.

“I—we did have the same manager. But how is that different in the case when John Reid was managing both Queen and Elton John over 20 years ago?”

“Mr. Russell, I do hope you’re going somewhere with this because at this point you’re starting to try my patience.”

“Your honor this woman claims to use resources and her own strength, when, in fact, she manipulates men into getting what she wants in life. You said that you hadn’t slept in a week when recording the album? As we all know lack of sleep causes delusions and false memories of events. What if you merely imagined that my client tried to kiss you that night in the studio? And then afterwards had become so paranoid that you antagonized my client to be the villain in this court case!”

“I know what happened as clear as day that night in the studio. And I wasn’t imagining what I saw!” I snapped furiously at him.

“Mrs. Kline control your temper or I will have you placed under contempt of court!” Judge Mayweather warned me.

“Nothing further your honor.” Steve’s lawyer spoke before returning to his chair.  I was then called off back to my chair and I brushed my fingers through my hair anxiously.

“Just breathe. Don’t let the jury think they might’ve seen a false allegation in this case.” Mr. Barnes whispered to me.  I took a few deep breaths before recomposing myself.

Finally it was Steve’s turn to take the stand.

His defense team started off by asking pretty much the same questions Mr. Barnes asked me.  How he got the job, what was it like working for me.  And of course Steve tried to paint himself as the victim and I’ll admit he was a damn good actor.  Some of the jury was actually swayed by his performance.

I was petrified that even here in the Supreme Court of New York, Steve Harrison was gonna walk away with a slap on the wrist like he has been for the past 2 years.

For five days the trail continued on the same way, people taking their turn on the stands, each side providing their evidence to the jury with each charge we were doing against Steve.  

On the 6th day it was time for the final claims as well as closing statements.

“Mrs. Kline, can you describe to us the day when your daughter disappeared from school?” Mr. Barnes asked me.

“Well….” I adjusted the microphone in front of me and said. “I was busy planning my next upcoming tour and Jack had to work overtime at the car dealers. But we had asked my cousin in law Jared go pick her up. The school requires a full on sign-in sheet of additional guardians who are allowed to pick up the students in case the parents can’t pick up their students.”

“And you had Mr. Ackles name to that list correct?”

“Yes. Along with his wife, brother, sister in law and my in-laws as well as the remaining members of Queen.”

“And how did you know that Kelly had been taken my Steve?”

“Jared had called me from the school and told me that Kelly had already been picked up by someone and after an hour and a half, that’s when I got the call from Steve himself. Telling me to meet him at Bull Creek.”

“And did at any time did you give Steve Harrison full permission to pick up your daughter?”

“No. None of my Rock Angel team had authorization to go to Kelly’s school.” He then pulled out a file of Steve’s forged note with my signature on it that gave him clearance to pick Kelly up.

“Now as you can see here, I hold in my hand the actual documented note of Mr. Harrison’s forged letter of Pick-Up for one Kelly Kline. Her school codes states, that if there isn’t any documentation of said people to pick up the child in question, they must provide a note signed by the parent themselves in order to pick up the child.”

“Objection!” Steve’s DA proclaimed.

“Overruled.” Judge Mayweather stated.

“Knowing this; Mr. Harrison printed out the letter of documented proof that he had access to pick up Kelly Kline. He then forged Mrs. Kline’s signature as you’ll see up close here.” On the overhead projector he had both my real signature and Steve’s forged signature with my name on it. “Now as you can see it’s practically identical. But if you look very closely there is a difference.” He then put a magnifying glass up to my last name.  “You’ll notice how she writes the K with a curved slant at the top right line for the K itself. While on Mr. Harrison’s forged signature the corner line is completely straight.”

“Objection your honor! Everyone writes their signatures slightly different every time. This shows no proof that my client forged her signature.” Steve’s DA proclaimed.

“If I may your honor before I was interrupted by my assistant council, I have more proof on why this letter was not signed by my client.”

“Proceed.” The judge granted him.  He then removed the two comparisons and pulled up a paper where I was forced to give my signature ten times.  

“As you can see here this is my client’s handwritten signature. Now look at the K’s.” he pulled the magnifying glass up to the top corner line to show each one had that exact same curve.  “Each one of her top corners has that slight curve to them. Ten. Times my client has written her name. And all ten times each K had that curve on the top corner. Not once does she alternate how she curves it, or accidentally do a straight slant. Each. Top. Corner. Is curved.” The jurors all looked at each other, some of them nodding.  “So it proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that Mr. Harrison forged my client’s signature to gain access to her daughter, kidnapping her in order to gain my client’s attention. Forcing her to a remote area where god knows what he could’ve had in mind. But my client isn’t some damsel in distress.” Mr. Barnes turned to look up at me.

“Mrs. Kline you may return to the Prosecutor’s table.” As I stood up and walked down Judge Mayweather called for closing statements. Steve’s DA came up and the fat man stated.

“We all have our obsessions; we all make mistakes. But my client is not insane. He gave Mrs. Kline everything she ever wanted, he kept things professional and it was all due to the paranoia of a celebrity that my client Steve Harrison was bullied, manipulated and forced to take drastic measures to defend himself from the public eye. He is not the villain in this story, he is a victim. And it is up to you, the jury, on who you wish to believe. The money of a celebrity, or the desperate plea of a victim corrupted by the music industry.”

My eyes narrowed at the obese man but I turned my head away as my Prosecutor Mr. Wilson stood up.  The middle aged African American paced the courtroom as he said.

“Celebrities aren’t just about the money. It’s not as easy as we may think it is to get as big as they are. They go through struggles financially, mentally and sometimes physically. Now my client did have help but she had her fair share of struggles. As a young woman in an all-male industry they wanted to change her image, to make her follow the typical female artist crowd of showing too much skin, exploiting themselves. But the Rock Angel refused to let that be her image. And she kept that image strong, but there’s also another risk of being a woman in the spotlight. She’s more likely to attacks. Not because she asks for it because she doesn’t. Steve Harrison saw (Y/n) Kline not as she was trying to be but who she was. A famous person whom he believed belonged to him. He used his uncle’s position as her manager to get close to her, and meticulously planned to worm his way into her life. But when she refused to accept his dominance, he snapped. He stalked, harassed, kidnapped her daughter, and finally attempted to murder him. All because she said the one thing men don’t like a woman to say. No. No she wasn’t going to fall for him, No she wasn’t going to leave her adoring husband and kids for him, No she wouldn’t be his. And Steve Harrison took offense to that. And if he goes free, then what’s to stop other men like him going free that don’t know what the word ‘no’ means?”

Mr. Wilson came back and sat down beside me.  I placed my hand on top of his and he gave me a soft smirk and nod.

“Alright, jurors the decision is all up to you. We’ll reconvene once the jury has reached their verdict.” Soon the 12 jurors left the courtroom as did the rest of us.

Jack, Roger, myself and my legal team were in the court cafeteria drinking some coffee as we waited for the verdict to come in.  Jack and I sat close to each other while Roger sat across from us.  He was currently reading some magazine meanwhile my stomach was tossing and turning.

“Six days and it all comes down to this. God I feel like I’m gonna throw up.”

“Don’t give up just yet baby. With the forged signature and the note they found at his apartment of his plan to shoot you, there’s no way he’s gonna walk scot-free.” He kissed the corner of my lips as we continued to wait.

20 long minutes later and Mr. Barnes’ cellphone rings. He reached in his coat pocket and picks it up.

“Yes?” he straightens himself up. “Yeah. Uh-huh. Alright we’ll be there Sam.” He snaps at us.  “It’s in.” my heart stops as the three of us look at each other and quickly stand up.

Back at the courtroom, everyone is silent as the jurors come back into the room.  The leading female juror, an Asian woman around her mid-40’s held the paper in her hands and handed it to the bailiff.  He walked over to the judge who signed it before giving it back to him. The bailiff walked back to the Asian woman and Judge Mayweather asked.

“What say you?” I held onto Mr. Barnes’ and Mr. Wilson’s hands as tight as I could, my legs were shaking under the desk as I looked at the jury. She looked down at the paper and read out loud.

“In the matter of Steve Harrison vs. New York. We the jury find on the account of attempted 1st degree murder—guilty.” I let out a choked gasp. “On the count of aggravated stalking, we find the defendant……guilty.” At this point tears were pooling under my lashes. “On the count of kidnapping in the 1st degree. Guilty.”

Thank God! He was guilty on all charges! Some people in the crowd even cheered at Steve’s conviction.  On his end, his face dropped entirely as he lowered his head in shame. His DA’s shook their heads in defeat, his lawyer patted his shoulders and whispered to him.

“Then by the state of New York, I hereby sentence Mr. Harrison to life in prison without the possibility of parole. Court is adjourned.” Judge Mayweather stated before banging his gavel once and left the podium.

I hugged Mr. Wilson and thanked him repeatedly.  He embraced me back and congratulated me.  I then turned to Mr. Barnes and embraced him and he gladly embraced me back.  I turned towards Jack and Rog and they were elated with victory.  I went over to Jack and the first thing we did was kiss.

He picked me up and spun me around, our lips still connected with each other’s as Steve was being taken away.  We separated and I made sure to lock my eyes on him and he turned to look at me.  I narrowed my eyes at him and lifted my chin up high, showing him that I wasn’t weak, that he lost and he’d never hurt or even see me or my family ever again.

Soon he disappeared from the room to be transported to the New York penitentiary for attempted murder, aggravated stalking and kidnapping in the 1st degree.

As we left the courtroom, my lawyer James Barnes said to the media that Steve Harrison had been found guilty.

“Mrs. Kline, anything you’d like to say?” before Mr. Barnes could say anything, I placed my hand on his arm and stood before the cameras.

“What happened to me, happens to everyone around the world. Most of the victims are women and some are men. They feel like they’re alone when this happens to them, but they don’t have to be. So this is my message to those who are victims of stalking, assault, or abuse. You are not alone. There are thousands of others like you out there, but if you don’t speak up, you’ll end up one of the millions of unlucky ones that end up dead. Which is why I’m starting up my own organization. ANGELS AGAINST STALKING. To help victims, like me and you, to get the proper care and help you need to protect yourselves. Even when the law can’t do that.”

I walked down the steps of the courthouse with reporters coming after me with follow up questions about my new organization and more on Steve.

But all I did was get into the car and made a phone call to a special friend.  The phone rang a couple times before he answered.

‘Hello?’

“Miami. I need a favor.”

In the next couple of month thanks to some investors that Miami knew, I had set up ANGELS AGAINST STALKING in 3 locations.  One in West London, one in New York, and the other in Tokyo, Japan.  The media was spreading the news of my organization far and wide and I personally saw to it that the Officers who would work there were not only a part of the city’s police, but took the stalking cases seriously.

They were solemnly swore that if a person calls in regularly for someone stalking or threatening them, they need to take it seriously.  If verbal threats were told or they violated a restraining order, they were to take immediate action and give the victim protection.  

A profiler was also assigned to ensure that no one took advantage of this system so that no money needed to be wasted on a false story and an innocent person didn’t have to suffer.  

People who had been stalked in the past were brought in and coached in how to become therapists because no one but a victim would understand what a true victim is going through.

Soon enough by the start of the summer 1994, ANGELS AGAINST STALKING was up and running and phone calls were coming in and donations from any of my concerts would go to this organization to help keep it running and maybe one day the laws would change against stalking and law enforcement would take it seriously instead of brushing it off or accepting bribes from the assailants family.

If there’s anything that this hellish experience has taught me, it’s that you can’t let your attacker, abuser or stalker show them you have lost the battle.  You need to keep fighting, by any means necessary.  Even if law enforcement can’t protect you, find a way to protect yourself.

Surround yourself with loved ones, take self-defense classes, keep those you love closest to you.  Then when the time comes, document what happens and finally show everyone in law enforcement that you were right.

[that-damn-girl]

Boomerang

(Oneshot)

Pairing: Sam Wilson x (cis)female!reader

Words: 3000+

Type: Not exactly fluff, but not angst either. Smut. Happy ending.

Warnings: Smut ahead. It's not exactly cheating, but idk what exactly your definition of cheating is. So just warning. Happy ending though. Not proofread. 

Summary: You only know what you had after you've lost it. Although it's been two years since you've broken up, you can't forget about Sam.

A/N: This is in answer to a request by the wonderful @princessmisery666 . The song prompt requested was 'Boomerang' by Mic Lowry. Honey, my writing isn't as good as you, but I hope you like it.

I know why you're calling me

'Cause he can't love you like you want him to

You know I hit it properly

But nobody do it like me and you

"So," You started, feeling a bit awkward, playing with your bracelet as you sat stiffly, "How's life?"

You had bumped into Sam in the streets of New York City, purely coincidentally. You were on the way to your apartment from the store, hands filled with snacks as your dinner, when you bumped into Sam. He was walking over from the other direction, fully concentrated on typing furiously in his phone to notice anything else.

You didn't mean to start a conversation with your ex from two years ago, but after seeing him out of the blue you couldn't keep yourself from loudly gasping, 'Oh my god, Sam?' He had looked taken aback at the sudden outburst of his name; and at seeing you too. He had a baseball cap and a pair of reflectors on; in a 'disguise', in hopes that nobody would recognise the new Captain America.

Although you felt awkward, you didn't want things to be so. You didn't want to let him know that you were still hung up on him while in another relationship.

As you made small conversation, he asked you if you were free to have dinner, just to catch up. You didn't want to say yes, but you did thinking it would be better than whatever junk you initially intended to munch upon. Moreover, it was just to catch up, right?

Right?

It's funny how everything changes, but still remains the same

Something like a boomerang, you're coming 'round my way

'Cause I've been hearing all these rumors

That you've been seeing someone new

You went to a pizza place nearby. You seemed to have run out of topics when you asked that question.

Sam smiled. Well, he always either smiled or smirked, "It's been a little stressful lately." He shrugged, "But life always is. You say." He did that cute little head tilt of his.

You didn't want to drown in him, in the memories he brought back with himself, but you did. If he noticed yourself looking at him with a distant gaze, he didn't comment.

"Well, my boss is the same piece of shit she's always been. My rent got increased with no promotion in sight. Same old, same old. How's Bucky?"

"Oh, he's doing much better than the last you saw him, actually. My man is killin' it. He is much more open now. The nightmares are very rare now. From what I hear, his therapy's going great. Also, remember Sharon? Yeah, Bucky and her are kind of a thing now." Sam said, leaning forward and keeping his hands criss-crossed on the table, which bulged out his biceps.

"Oh," you said, taking a moment to think but having a hard time imagining Bucky and Sharon as a couple; and also trying to get the flashing memories of his hands from around you out of your head, "Really? Wouldn't have guessed those two."

"Yeah, it was a shocker for me too! But they are just at the start of it, so let's see how it actually goes." Sam shrugged, "Enough of him, though. Tell me about your man." Sam didn't miss the way your smile faltered just for a second.

But you addicted to my addiction

It's time for you to stay away, away

So call the medical, can get a little dose

I got an antidote for that body

We're compatible, ain't no need to take it slow

You knew you had gotten in your current relationship with Jason as a way to get over Sam, because you couldn't get the thoughts of him out of your mind even after a year of breaking up with him. Now nearly reaching your first year anniversary, you still couldn't.

You knew you should've felt guilty for misleading Jason, but you somehow didn't. The year you had spent with him made you realise that the two of you never had a connection as deep as you and Sam did in the six months you were together.

Moreover, it didn't even feel like Jason was actually trying. That night was supposed to be a date night. As you were nearly ready, dressed to the nines and eagerly awaiting the forthcoming hours, for the third time in a row Jason had cancelled. He had had made plans with his work friends which he had forgotten about. As his boss was included too, he couldn't ditch them last minute. That is why you had planned on munching all the junk available you could get your hands on and dwell in your sorrows.

You understood. You always did.

Things like this only prompted your subconscious brain to point out the vast differences between him and Sam. You had gotten with him not long after he had to handle Captain America's mantle. The first few weeks had been extremely stressful for Sam, yet that didn't deter him from being the ever dotting boyfriend to you. Plans were hardly ever cancelled, and when they were, the newer ones were worth wait.

"Jason," You looked around, not daring to hold eye contact with Sam, "He's a great guy." Yet, Sam easily caught onto your bluff. He didn't say anything though, sparring you the embarrassment.

Truth be told, he was internally satisfied to know that your current wasn't as good as him, but he hid that well. Despite it he wasn't happy. How could he, when you weren't.

You talked about Jason, exaggerating his goodness. It felt like you were trying to make yourself believe that indeed he was as good as you said. Moving on from him, you asked Sam if he had gotten someone in his life.

Sam dipped his head, suddenly finding the napkin on his lap extraordinarily interesting, "There's been no one but you, Y/N." As he looked up, you couldn't help but let your breath hitch as his eyes bore into yours. He put on a smile which couldn't mask the seriousness and melancholy behind his words which you knew in an instant they were nothing if not true.

"Sam..." You started, but the phone ringing, flashing your best friend's name saved you from having to reply to the mind boggling discovery.

I know, I know, I know

I know why you're calling me

'Cause he can't love you like you want him to

You know I hit it properly

But nobody do it like me and you

I know what you need, girl, you know this also

As your call had ended, Sam brought up discussions from the pop culture and you two fell back into conversation, the earlier revelation being completely ignored. Soon your meal was over. As you the stepped onto the sidewalk, Sam insisted that he walked you home. You didn't think it was a good idea, but Sam claimed that it was rather late and he couldn't relax until he made sure you were safe and sound in your house. So you agreed.

The conversation was light, as before. None dared to jump into the talks of feelings, not trusting themselves keep their hands to themselves.

When you reached your building, 'It was good to meet you after so long's were said and goodbyes were exchanged. As Sam saw you climb up the stairs to the front door, walking away from him yet again, he couldn't bear the pain of letting you go so soon; of not being the one to hold you close in your lows; of not trying; of not telling you the one thing which had been on his mind the entire night and regretting it later.

He climbed up to you in two long strides, skipping a few steps in between. Just as you were about to open the gate, he turned you around, and clashed his lips with yours. Shocked by the suddenness, you pressed you lips to harder. They were sweet and plump, just as you remembered.

I'll leave the key up under the door

So you can come on, get on top of me

So I can fuck you like you want me to, like you want me to

I'm told you want it

Girl, like you want me, too

I'm told you want it

He immediately pulled back only a second later. His hands cupped your face as his forehead leaned against yours. "Baby girl," That nickname, that damn nickname, "I love you still, so fucking much. Know that I've waited for you, and I'll always wait for you."

Not giving you anytime to think about it, he climbed down the steps and walked away into the shadows of the night. You stared at his retreating figure dumbfounded, your own heart beats loud and clear in your ear, making you doubt when what happened was actually true or was it just one of your daydreams .

~~~

Sweet yet powerful, that's how the memories you carried of being with Sam were. You'd never had had to think about putting effort into your relationship as things things escalated; how you'd seemed to know what other needed when, the trust into each other, the support for each other, the understanding; everything had come naturally.

Your relationship had ended only because of your fear of being close anyone.

You hadn't known you'd fall for Sam as deep and hard as you did. 'I love you's were said. You were happy. When he asked you to move in with him, you weren't.

Commuting to and fro from work to you was a work in itself. Sam knew you wouldn't like the idea because of how scared you were if your own feelings, so he never raised the question. However, it slipped past his lips on the night of your six month anniversary, after a nerve wrecking session in bed. Perhaps he really had wrecked his nerves between his brain and mouth when those words left his lips despite knowing better.

Overwhelmed at the fast pace of everything going in and around you, you immediately left his home. You were scared like all good things, this was just a dream; that he would leave you as soon as you allowed him to breakdown that last layer of boundary you had protected yourself behind all your life.

You figured, getting your heart broken then was better than later.

He gives you that basic kinda loving, now all you do is complain

(I bet the neighbors don't know his name)

You know I got that boomerang (boomerang) so I come through late, oh oh oh oh

So shout me when you coming through, right

You ain't gotta tell me what to do tonight

As you sat across Jason the next day, eating the dinner which was initially planed to be had a day before, you couldn't get Sam out of your mind. Though you yourself loved him still, it was hard for you to accept that after the bizarre note on which you ended things, he still loved you to this day.

You moved your food around the plate, your mind working overtime enough to kill any appetite.

You looked up at Jason, animatedly telling you about his week at work, without having yet asking about yours. Sam never did that, your brain said. No matter what, he always loved hearing you talk about your days, not caring how shitty or monotonous they were. He also loved talking about his, excitedly gushing about the love and support he recieved and carefully leaving out the gruesome details of the missions he went on. He was Captain freaking America, yet he never made you feel any less.

You're addicted to my addiction

It's time for you to stay away, away, yeah

So call the medical, can get a little dose

I got an antidote for that body

We're compatible, ain't no need to take it slow

Work had always been important for Jason. For many it is. It was important for you as well. It was important for Sam too, yet you were always his top priority. Albeit not before saving the world at last minute notifications, but in a way you were his world too.

As Jason kept on and on talking about himself and only himself, you couldn't help but cherish how Sam had been anything but self centred. He was selfless almost to a fault.

You sat there, staring at the face of one man but thinking of another. As your brain pointed out the differences between the two one after the other, something in your brain clicked.

You grabbed his hand at once, not giving any second thought to what you said and what you did, "Jason," When he got your attention, you said, "I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry, but it's over."

Jason gaped at you open mouthed, flabbergasted at how out of the blue it was, "I- what- Y/N?"

He watched you stand up and put a few bills down on the table. Before leaving, you turned to him and said, "It's okay, I won't miss you."

You left in a hurry. On the sidewalks you hailed a cab and gave the directions to Sam's place.

I know, I know, I know

I know why you're calling me

'Cause he can't love you like you want him to

You know I hit it properly

But nobody do it like me and you

I know what you need, girl, you know this also

I'll leave the key up under the door

So you can come on, get on top of me

So I can fuck you like you want me to, like you want me to

I'm told you want it

Girl, like you want me to

I'm told you want it

You chewed your lips as stared out the window. You should've known that you wouldn't have been able to stay away from him; that you were bound to return to him, like a boomerang.

You felt like a bitch, and not in a good way. Though your feelings hadn't lessened, you realised what a fool you were in leaving Sam only after being with Jason. It wasn't ideal and you weren't the most proud person around, but the heart wants what it wants.

As soon as the cab stopped, you paid and hurried to Sam's door. Pressing the doorbell, you only wished he didn't have any plans for the evening. When he didn't answer the door right away, your anxiety started gnawing at you.

What were you thinking? Of , course he'd have plans on a Saturday night. He's Captain America, for heaven's sake. Of fucking course he'd be busy. It was so stupid of you -

"Y/N?" Sam gasped. Not in his wildest dreams had he thought that he'd find you on his porch, deranged like you were. He didn't even think you'd come back to him after the stunt he pulled the previous night.

This time round, you gave him no time to ponder as holding his neck you brought him down and kissed his lips with all the strength you could muster. After getting over the initial shock, Sam picked you up by your waist in a second and you gladly wrapped your legs around him. He closed the door and pushed you against it.

You pulled back, clutching his face softly, "Sam, Sam, I'm so sorry, so fucking sorry." He put you down, cupping your tear stained face. He tried to stop you, but you continued, "I shouldn't have had left you. I was just so scared, Sam. I thought you would've left me eventually." You paused, taking a deep breath, "I love you Sam, so fucking much."

Sam hugged you close, petting your head, whispering sooth calming words. You said still, "I broke up with him. I'm sorry I didn't realise it sooner. Please, have me back Sam...I understand if you're upset with me, and you got every right -"

Sam shut you up with his lips, which unhurriedly moved against yours, warming up your heart and soul, "Baby," He breathed against you, "You don't gotta be sorry about anything," He moved to your ears, whispering, "I love you, honey. So glad you're back."

He descended to take your lips in his once again, biting them ever so softly. Licking and sucking your lips as if it were the last time he'd kiss you, Sam picked you up and carried you to his bed, on which he dropped you down unceremoniously before caging you between him and his bed.

Now I got your head up in the pillow

Girl, you can't say nothing, can't say nothing

I'ma have you here like a boomerang

Make you wanna say something, wanna say something

His arms went under your shirt, lifting it, drawing his hands up and down your sides. Littering you neck with kisses, he raised your shirt over your head. Your own hands moved to his back beneath his shirt. He removed his own, and soon, the both of you undressed completely.

When his mouth went back on yours, his skin moved against yours, sating the need to be close to him. His hand went down lower, messaging your clit with his calloused fingers. You let out a moan as the electric pulses raced down your nerves.

You drifted lower to the skin beneath his ear right above his pulsing vein, sucking and nipping at it. Sam moaned sinfully in your ear, relocating his fingers in your channel and slowly easing into it. The heel of his palm worked magic on your clit while his fingers leisurely yet steadily brought you cleaser.

Panting, you said, "S-Sam, I need you."

"Baby girl..." Sam whispered, increasing his pace.

"I need you right now. Please, Sam," You whimpered, unable to control yourself as your back arched.

"You sure, honey?" Sam asked. As soon as you voiced out your confirmation, he took his hard length in his hand and stroked it before placing it near your entrance. He slid it up and down your slit, teasing you nub everytime he touched it.

Fixing his length in front of your entrance, Sam groaned as he pushed inside, "Ah, baby girl."

You whimpered, surprised by the stretch but welcomed it with open arms. Your walls clutched his member hard, letting you feel every protruding vein pulsing inside you. Not wanting to wait any longer, you gripped his ass, pushing him further inside you and urging him to move.

He started out slow, taking his time, enjoy the feel of you around snugly around him, leisurely soothing the want you both had. After a handful of strokes though, he couldn't contain himself. He hadn't touched in so long, hadn't felt you in so fucking long. He needed to like a starved needed food.

Balancing his weight on his arms, he thrust inside you again and again without any restrain. You moaned loudly as his bulbous head hit your g-spot at the new angle. He railed you into the bed, grunts escape every so often, charging you up even more.

He kissed sucked the skin of your neck, marking you, laying his claim on you. The meaty and veiny member of his soothed the need of friction inside you.

"Sam..." You squeezed his ass, moaning his name repeatedly. He in turn moaned into you ear you good you took him, how good your velvety walls felt around him. Sensing him nearing his climax, he rubbed you bundle of nerves expertly with his fingers.

"Cum for me, baby girl," You closed your eyes and arched your back, letting out a silent scream as white hot pleasure ran through your veins when you came. Feeling your walls clench around him, he couldn't help himself as his face contorted into pleasure; his pace faltering as he released himself in you.

His head fell down in the crook of your neck, splaying gentle kisses around every surface he could reach. With the promise of more beautiful times, he tucked you in his arms as he rolled onto his side and the both of went into a peaceful slumber.

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Let Me Stay Close To You : epilogue

⌲ summary : you were finally free from the worst nightmare of your life in high school. the doors of college welcomed you with open arms, you were set on living your best life in here, away from the toxicity back at home. that shimmer of hope in restoring your life, was somehow effortlessly crushed by a tap on your shoulder. “Hey Y/N, why don’t you say we catch up for a moment?”

⌲ pairing : bully!jungkook x reader

⌲ word count : 3k

⌲ genre : angst , fluff if you squint

⌲ warnings :  mentions of death , suicide , abuse

⌲ a/n : pardon me for I have a lot to say. I feel damn sad that this is really THE END of this series. feels only like yesterday that i decided to work on this baby. i’m sorry if there are any loopholes, i just sort of want to leave it to you guys to decide what had/is going to happen. as always, feedback is seriously more than welcomed! and I just wanted to say for all of you lonely souls out there, victims of bullying, people who are more insecure than they should be feeling, I LOVE YOU! I’m here for you, I’ve met so many people throughout a simple series and I’m always a listening ear for y’all! Don’t give up, press on <3 The road to self-love is a rough yet beautiful one! A big thank you for all my readers’ endless support and words of encouragement, as cliché as it sounds, I would never have made it to the end w/o you guys, no joke. I hope y’all stay with me! ^-^

**there are some references from forever rain by our wonderful leader Namjoon included in this writing.

part six  >  epilogue.

The rain drops falling on the surface of your umbrella only grows heavier with time.

The pattering is a constant rhythm that keeps you drowning in the bittersweet memories of the man lying before you, under you. Lowering the black parasol you have in hand, you shield your face from the series of footsteps approaching from afar. The sky is crying with you, and that puts your heart an inch closer to complete calamity. Your black leather gloves scrunch as you tighten your grip on the handle, your hand visibly shaking in unadulterated rage. Teeth clenched, you slow down your breaths and allow the last tear drop of longing to roll down your pale skin.

 The ends of your long coal dress is drenched with rain water and spluttered with mud, but that’s okay. 

Your boots are sinking into the soaked soil and you feel the wetness creeping into the sole of your feet, but that’s okay as well. 

The stalk of lily you had gently placed on his tomb is being slapped by the violent pouring of the dark grey clouds who mourn with you, but that’s okay too.

 Whether you dig six feet under this polluted ground, no matter how carefully you place the flowers you bring him every year, he would never come back into your life—and that’s not okay. That’s not okay at all, because the best friend you had loved so deeply had taken his own life to end his suffering.

The group of people walking your way is closing the distance and without another glance, you flee from the scene.

Stretching, you make your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth. It was the morning you had no clue was going to turn your life upside down. The glorious sun rays peeking through your curtains and the sweet singing of the birds flying outside your window grill couldn’t even save you from the catastrophe headed your way.

“Sweetie, there’s a letter for you!” The jingling of the car keys travel from downstairs and you quickly finish freshening up.

“Who is it from?” You ask, hand smoothening down the railing of the staircase as your tiny feet tap their way down the steps.

“It’s from Junghyun, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, before you scurry to your mother’s side and snatch the envelope from her hands.

The six-year old you understood the meaning of privacy, so you’re bolting back to your bedroom with a letter sent from your best friend in hand. And all excitement and anticipation was erased and instantly replaced by worry and fear when the first words you read are ‘I’m sorry’.

Your brows furrow harder and harder as you took in every line written on the piece of dreaded paper.

“So you’re saying that I should wait for her to knock off work to express my sincerity?”

Taehyung nods enthusiastically. “Look, I’m sorry for touching your girl the other day so trust me, this is the best advice I can give you,” Jungkook rubs his temple in frustration. “Doing that will definitely win her heart.” He looks away from his phone just long enough to send a wink.

“I-I’m not trying to get her or anything dude,” Jungkook plays with his fingers and his voice softens, “I just want her forgiveness, that’s all.”

And that is how you notice a certain man by the name of Jeon Jungkook strolling into the diner at 8 on a Sunday morning, orders a banana milkshake and occupies the small booth at the corner for a straight ten hours. He does nothing but play mobile games or doze off occasionally—or attempts to read a book he doesn’t even know the name of—but you will leave that out because he fails terribly every time. You thought you had made it as clear as day that the both of you were nothing more than a bully and victim, so why was he wasting his time here, sitting in the corner of Pop’s waiting for you? Unless…

The lengthy shift ends in the blink of an eye somehow, you don’t think it’s because of Jungkook’s presence and the lingering stares you receive from him—nonetheless you are gleefully waving Kihyun goodbye as you dump your apron into the staff cabinet. You don’t miss the way he shouts after you while wiping a plate dry in hand, “Have fun with your date! He’s a keeper.”

With a roll of your eyes that you know he can see despite not having to turn around, you walk through the backdoor and fish out your worn-out yet loyal pair of earpiece. You’re hoping that leaving from the behind would catch Jungkook off-guard, and that he wouldn’t be able to confront you or you wouldn’t have to bump into him. You couldn’t be more incorrect.

“Running away from me again, huh?” The cracks of the little stones in the gravelly ground beneath the sole of his Timberlands shoot through your ears in an unpleasant manner.

You dare not turn around to fully face him, too exhausted to deal with a person who held so much complications in your life at the moment. Moments later way too soon, he has stepped in front of you, leaving you with not many options.

“Y/N-” He reaches out to hold your hand, but you immediately flinch away as if it was a natural reflex whenever you were around him.

“Don’t touch me, Jungkook.”

His expression falls, along with the outstretched hand and he tucks it away in the pocket of his grey sweatpants.

“Listen I’m,” He runs his fingers through his brown hair and groans in annoyance directed at himself. “I’m..I’m just very sorry, okay?” His eyes are closed now, focusing on putting out the words that come from the bottom of his heart. “I really want the both of us to be something more than just a bully and victim,” Jungkook seemed unsatisfied with the status of the both of you. The walls you painstakingly build around yourself from the world is slowly but surely crashing down to the ground as he kept speaking about the possibility of redemption and forgiveness on your side.

“Can we be friends? I don’t know I just-”

He’s stumbling on his words now. Jungkook feels this inseparable connection with you, since your hearts connected when he hugged you to sleep, since you walk past him on the third day of college, he could literally recognise you anywhere and everywhere, the only face he would notice in a crowd, the only person he felt a sense of belonging to—or maybe ever since you bandaged his wounds up every time you visited.

Sometimes at night, he wonders why you stopped visiting after the death of his brother. Was he nothing more than a boy you took pity on? Was he not valid enough of a reason for you to come back?

He doesn’t know if it’s right to say it, or appropriate in any way but he knows about the value of second chances. After all, he was miraculously given one in life with the cost of his brother’s life.

“I missed you.”

The words falling out of his mouth comes to you as a shocker, eyebrows raised upon the claim.

“You were there for me at my lowest, when I got beaten up by my dad, abandoned by my mother,” Jungkook steps closer, and he steals the chance of you being momentarily stunned to grab your hands gently, cautiously.

He looks to the side, brows knitted in concentration to try and express himself in broken sentences in the best way possible. “You helped me, a-and all I did was try tear your life apart.”  

“Yeah, congratulations. You succeeded.” Your tone is menacing, filled with venom and vengeance for the guy who stood before you. But you still didn’t quite get the part of you assisting him in the past. Unless…

The next thing that happens is something you thought you would never be able to witness in your life. The forbidden tear seeps out of the corner of his eyes and flows down the cold skin of his cheek. Because your reply to his heartfelt confession is all it takes to shred the last bit of control he has of his emotions, before he is breaking down right in front of your eyes.

Out of pure instincts and zero intentions, you hold his hand back as a tiny form of reassurance.

You’re wondering if it is in you to protect and to help others in need, or it’s simply just because your heart is beginning to ache for Jungkook and the pain he has been through. It’s like for a minute or so, you have forgotten all about the traumas he created for you and the scars he left on your skin—because the distance between both your bodies are closed eventually (you don’t remember when exactly and who stepped forward) and you’re hugging a crying Jungkook.

It’s baffling how you are willing to put aside your feelings for someone like Jungkook. Maybe it’s in you, maybe it’s just in you, and you would do it for anyone else and it’s not solely because of Jungkook. But who were you lying to?

“I’m sorry Y/N…I really fucking am, god! I would do anything to gain your forgiveness,” Jungkook sobs into your shoulders. If only it were that easy—to forget about all his wrongdoings and eradicate the constant and lingering fear he introduced in you.

“It takes time,” You pull away from him, “but I guess I can try.” 

Your voice is barely above a whisper as you tell him your decision. His fingers wind up in your hair, clutching you close to the warmth of his body. 

You’d rather be free and experience the happiness that is paired with sorrow, then to swirl forever in a whirlpool of anxiety, self-pity and hatred. This could be a turning point for your life, and you were willing to take up on the offer because you had nothing to lose. 

Getting hurt will be an experience in your life, whether or not it does occur for the second time, you have grown to accept the way some people are and the way you choose to respond to ugly situations. You were constantly trapped in a cage of uncertainty and insecurity, blinded by the fog of stubborn overthinking and worrying, you failed to realise that the key to unlocking yourself from these bars are in your very own hands. It is a phase of learning, growing, accepting—and loving.

You’re hoping this chamomile tea would fight off the thoughts and memories of your late best friend. 

You carefully bring the hot liquid closer to your mouth, your lips resting on the circumference of the teacup, the lovely aroma dosed in the smoke produced flowing into your nostrils and reaching every part of your body. 

Your lonely umbrella stands quietly in the corner of this coffee shop, drenched and drying by itself. 

It was a rather empty coffee house, located opposite a goddamned cemetery, like which genius on earth decided to open a lovely café filled with sunflowers and tulips, fragrant coffee and sweet pastries beside a home for corpses? Or rather go to work every day seeing the dead and the frequent sad faces of their families.

But the shop came to rather good use for your mini hideout from the cruel family you detested.

After having a quick sip, a man dashes into the shop, the bells at the door ringing so violently the potted plants all turn to face the perpetrator in a face of disgust.

He hurriedly sweeps his hair back, rain water splattering everywhere and dusts the remaining droplets off his windbreaker, before heading further inside to find a seat.

Life never stops to amaze you in every single, way.

Jeon.

His shit-eating grin appears at the sight of you.

Jung.

“Oh, Y/N!”

Kook.

He makes his way over to your place and sits down without invitation.

“What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?”

It comes out at the same time quite amusingly, and light giggles emitted from the both of you.

“I came to visit a friend.”

“My parents came to visit my brother.”

Same time, yet again but you managed to catch onto his sentence.

“Why aren’t you with them? You hated him with all your life or something?” You try to joke and lighten the already very dark atmosphere, but you realised the worst mistake you could ever make was to say something like that about someone’s death.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to-” You quickly cover up and apologise, hoping Jungkook would take no offence to your stupid joke.

“No, it’s fine really. I didn’t know him that well anyways.”

You keep silent, not wanting to say anything insensitive anymore.

None of you said anything after that, and you feel worse than ever at the change in his expression—like he was hurt by something.

“To reply your question, no. My brother is the last person I would hate I guess. He helped me a lot.”

Confused, you probed further.

“What do you mean by that?”

Jungkook clears his throat and wraps his hands around your cup of tea to seek warmth.

“Well technically, he passed away, I still don’t know how but it saved me from the misery I went through when I was a child back then.”

You watch the smoke rise from the cup, fading into thin air as they soar higher.

I’m Junghyun’s brother, Jeon Jungkook.

The flushing of the rain has ceased to a slow drizzle, and the rain drops left on the window pane are in a race to see who reaches the bottom first.

Your eyes slowly look up to meet Jungkook’s, dawned upon the realisation of it all—the lost pieces of the jigsaw puzzle coming together to form the picture, finally.

Jungkook doesn’t see how your face had entirely changed, your features now plastered with disbelief and a burning urge to find out the truth. He continues blabbering on.

“Nothing surprising, but my parents see me as some bad omen and for me to visit my brother, that’s strictly not allowed. But I have a company dinner to attend to later on so I tagged along and roamed the surroundings of this graveyard since I couldn’t-”

“Wait,” You grab your bag and stand up. “Come with me. You have to see something.”

He mumbles a ‘oh sure why not’ and the both of you are walking towards the group of people you saw earlier on.

“Y/N, is that you?” The whole family lifts their heads to take a good look at you, not paying much attention to the man you’ve brought along with you.

“Oh my, how beautiful you’ve grown!” She exclaims once she confirms that it is indeed you, best companion of their first son. His father turns even more gloomy at the sight of you, his lips curling downwards even more, as if he has been brought back to the times when you came over and played water balloon fights, kicked soccer balls for fun and climbed tress— with his son. His one and only son that he had already lost.

“Why won’t you let Jungkook see him?” Not even a greeting is spared and you may be coming off as impolite, but on serious note you couldn’t care less if it’s anything got to do with these monsters of a parents. Jungkook raises his brows at how daring you were to use that tone against his powerful family.

You’re only met with silence and you push Jungkook to the front, to which he only looks down, seemingly afraid of his parents.

“That’s because I only have one son! And it will be like that forever!” His father raises his voice at you and you don’t even flinch. You almost want to thank Jungkook deep down, for forcing you to become such a tough bitch honestly.

“Then let me tell you now, that your one and only son is gone from this world forever because of none other than his cruel father!”

The clouds decide to release the rest of the water it contains, to wash away all the unspoken misdeeds and cleanse the sins in this corrupted family.

Everyone shuts up at your accusation, his parents know more than their son being reported on the news as a death caused by an accident, behind closed doors are devious secrets and pretentious lies. Everyone knows, only Jungkook is standing there completely clueless about the whole situation. Your umbrella lowers, to hide your bitten lip and tear-stained face. Jungkook takes the handle from your hand and carries it for you, putting his hand around your shoulder to pull you close to him.

It’s hard to see your tears in the pouring rain.

I’m sorry.

Because by the time you are probably reading this, I am already dead.

I’m sorry for scaring you with the sudden news like that but it is something that had to be done. I am tired of the nightmares and scary monsters that creep on me at night. I am tired of hugging my pillow so tight and trying to block off the screams coming from downstairs. I am so afraid, Y/N. I have no idea what my parents are doing behind my back, but it surely sounds like nothing good. I am living in this house with terror and I cannot do this anymore. Sometimes I really want to tell you how scared I am at night when I hear those sounds in the house but knowing you, you will come and help me and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. There is a bottle of rat poison in the storeroom, just know that the cause of my death isn’t from some accident or something that my parents will put on the news. I’m not that clumsy like you haha. This is the only way to save everyone from this misery and I chose this path myself. I will always love you, you know that right? I’m sorry I’m weak and I cannot handle fear. You are strong I know it and you will get over this. Look at the moon when you’re sad okay? Take good care of yourself, Always have you in my heart.

[k-idols-and-k-stuff]

So here are my thoughts on these BTS world pictures.

Firstly they look nothing short of a K-Drama photoshoot and looking at each one of these gave me a feeling as to what the story of the drama would be, so let's begin.

NAMJOON :

This is definitely a pure romance drama. Nothing but fluff, perfect sceneries, filtered lenses (which btw I love), melodious and captivating OST, basically everything associated with soft-romance (You know like the one that makes you believe in love again?) Like, rain, books, coffee, lingering gazes, hand holding, sharing an umbrella, kissing with eyes closed, smiling without knowing why. That type.

P.S. - I made myself cry**

He definitely owns a rustic aesthetic book store.

SEOKJIN :

This is a rich CEO drama. Do I need to say anything else? Where he is rich but lonely, always kind and humble despite the fact that he's rich ( shocker I know, but that's how I imagine it). The CEO who likes to go to convenience stores for ramen and rides bicycles in his free time. Falls in love with a girl who is just like him (rich but simple) he dates her thinking she's poor and she dates him thinking he is poor. 🥺😂 God I should write dramas.

I definitely see it as a romantic comedy because Jin 💜

YOONGI :

This is a college AU for sure. A Friends to lover story but not that simple. They've been friends for two years now and really get along. One day while they were joking around (as ususal) in the campus in between classes, he/she brings up the topic of how a guy in his/her class is hot and asks yoongi to help set them up ( coz yoongi knows them of sorts ). This does something to Yoongi. Like a string being pulled at his heart and he becomes quiet and starts thinking about it the whole day and two days after as to why did his heart behaved liked that. And concludes he might want more than friendship now.

Very important information - The friend has not dated anyone during the time they've been friends. So Yoongi never really saw him/her in that light.

Also, my life story. He-he. It didn't end well for me I hope it does for Yoongi though.

J-HOPE :

Okay this one is really interesting and one of my favorite kind of love story. The terminally ill people falling in love kind of story.

Hobi is admitted into a caring facility for being terminally ill. There he becomes the center of attention for, well, being Hobi ( who can resist sunshine). I can visualize a lot of Hobi background noises and impromptu dancing. 🥰

She sees him through the glass door, of the room where she was visiting her little brother, trying to cheer up one of the patients by dancing with those cute moves and his own music aka the noises he makes. And she garners a likeness towards him in that instant.

A lot of angst, a lot of fluff, ups and downs.

She brings him lunch, they have hospital dates, they are the hospital's celebrity couple 😍. She asks him to marry her, he is taken aback and they have a heart to heart and a lot of angst. Finally they does end up getting engaged. Knowing well he doesn't have long to live, but that does not mean he should stop living, just because he knows he is going to die. 'Live till you actually die' is what she said. He eventually dies (because he's terminally ill obviously) they did not get to get married. She still remembers him, moves on as he made her promise, but remembers him as her first love. Keeps his belongings and photographs. And keeps his spirit alive within herself.

Maknaes :

[maribricklove]

Trapped Under Ice - Part Two

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Platonic!Reader, John Winchester (mentioned), Bobby Singer (mentioned)

Summary: Imagine being an old hunting friend of Sam’s (and something more) from before he went to college that he thought was dead, and while coincidentally working on the same case you were, you run into each other again. Astonished to see you after almost twenty years, Sam tries to figure out how you survived, but you don’t want to relive the pain and terror of how you were separated.

Word Count: 1326

Warnings: Implied PTSD (No disrespect to people with PTSD. Just something for the character), fluff, angst, eventual blood, gore, death, mild swearing.

Prompt: None

Disclaimers: I do not own anything from CW,  Warner Brother’s, any of the photos in this collage, or you. This is a work of pure fiction -obviously.

 Read Part One here

Sam’s POV

“Wait. Y/N Y/L/N? Y/F/N’s daughter?” We both nodded. Dean immediately grabber her and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. “Where the hell have you been? We found your dad’s body but not yours. We thought you were dead.”

           “I thought you guys were dead. I saw all the America’s most wanted stuff on the t.v. all those years ago, and then there were these news reports about how you were killed in a helicopter explosion and your bodies were found five years later with your heads chopped off,” she said in an agitated tone. “Explain how you’re both here when you’re supposed to be burned to a crisp and decapitated.”

“It’s kind of a long story. What happened to you?” I asked.

We sat down at the table and started rubbing her hands together nervously. “It’s kind of a long story. Gosh. You guys have really changed.”

           “You haven’t. You look amazing,” I added. She smiled again and blushed a sweet shade of red.

           “Why didn’t you get in contact with us after the accident?” Dean interjected. “We would have found you, and you wouldn’t have had to be alone all these years.”

“Our dad would have let you stay with us,” I added.

           “Like I said: long story, but seriously, how have you guys been? It feels like it was just yesterday we were cleaning guns and making bullets together.”

           “Yeah. It sure does,” I said.

“You know, maybe we should just order some food to go and maybe catch up back at the motel,” Dean suggested.

“Yeah. That’s a good idea. What do you think, Y/N?” I asked.

“Sure, and maybe work on the case a little, too. I mean, that’s what we were going to do before we had a bit of a reunion,” she said lightly chuckling.

“Oh, yeah. We’ll do that too. Food first, though,” Dean said before he walked away to order our food.

“Okay. Dean’s still a foodie. That hasn’t changed at all,” Y/N said with a small smile.

I laughed and replied, “Yeah, and he still treats his car like it’s the most precious thing in the world.”

“I saw the Impala outside,” she said factually. “It’s still a beautiful car after all these years. I honestly thought he would have dumped it after a while and got a better one.”

“Oh, no. Dean would never do that of his own free will. He doesn’t like traveling at all if it’s not in his car. Too many good memories in that car, and many more emotional attachments along with them.” I paused as I thought about when we would travel together.

Flashback

           It was the middle of freshman year of high school, and Dad and Y/F/N were working on a case a few towns over. Dean, Y/N, and I were in the Impala on our way to school. Dad had just given Dean the car for his eighteenth birthday last month, and Dean was still really pumped that the car was now his. We were in the car, and Dean was blasting his Metallica tape through the radio. He and Y/N were singing at the top of their lungs along with the music, and I couldn’t help but watch her from the front seat as she poured her heart out to the music. She loved music, and I loved seeing her enjoying herself.

We pulled into the parking lot of our newest school this year, and we all climbed out of the car. Dean told Y/N to go ahead into the school, and that he had to talk to me for a minute. She agreed and went on towards the school. “Dude. If you keep staring at her like that, she’s going to get creeped out.”

Stammering, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dean.”

“Yeah, you do, Sammy. You’ve had a crush on her since we met two years ago. Just tell her how you feel, man.”

“What if she doesn’t feel the same way? What if she thinks of me differently after I tell her?” I asked.

“Dude. I have a feeling that she does. You don’t notice it, but she looks at you the same way. Seriously, Sammy, I know what it’s like to have your first big crush. Just remember that in our life, it might not work out like the fairytales.”

“Wow, Dean. Way to build me up and tear me down,” I said back.

“Just tell her. It won’t hurt as much as you think.”

“Whatever, man.”

“Okay, Sammy. Let’s get to class. You got your books? Everything?” he asked.

“Yep,” I answered.

End of Flashback

 I just couldn’t believe it. She’s right there sitting in front of me. She kept looking down at her fidgeting hands. “I really missed you, Y/N. We all did; Dean, Bobby and I. We thought we’d never see you again.”

“Yeah. Me too,” she said anxiously.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit on edge. Is everything all right?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’m fine. It’s just, so many emotions are going through my head right now. I wasn’t expecting to see you after, what, almost twenty years?”

“God. Yeah. About twenty years. It really is a shocker, but I’m glad we found each other again,” I said softly as I reached for her hand, but she quickly pulled it away, in what seemed like fear. I just kept watching her, trying to take in every feature that had and hadn’t changed over the years, and a few times, she looked at me and smiled.

Dean came back with our food and drinks, and we left the café. Y/N followed behind us in her car back to our motel room. Dean walked into the room, and I was about to follow suit, but I looked back, and saw Y/N still in the car, a dazed expression on her face. I walked over and knocked on her window. I think I startled her, because she let out a small scream, but I shook it off after she started giggling.

“Don’t scare a woman like that, Sam,” She said opening stepping out of the car, still laughing.

I couldn’t help but smile at her laughter. “I’m sorry. You were staring off into space. I was wondering what you were thinking about.”

“I was thinking about how my motel room is coincidentally four doors away from yours,” She said after grabbing her purse and briefcase and closing her car door.

“You’re kidding,” I said surprised.

“I’m not. My motel room is literally a short walk from yours,” she said laughing even harder. Her laugh is still the same light, happy laugh that I remember.

Reader’s POV

I was surprised when I followed the Winchesters into the parking lot of my motel room. I followed Sam into his motel room after locking my car.

“Dean. Guess what I just found out,” said Sam.

“They make hair conditioner for men?” he asked sarcastically.

I started giggling again after that comment from Dean, and Sam gave me a quick glance of his classic bitch face. “Very funny Dean. I was talking about the funny coincidence that Y/N’s motel room is literally four doors down from ours.”

“You’re kidding,” Dean said looking at me surprised, and I replied with a simple head shake, no. “That’s crazy.”

“Tell me about it,” I said. “But what I’m curious about is why Sam is using women’s hair conditioner.”

“It’s a mystery that may never be solved, Y/N,” Dean said in the calmest way possible without cracking a smile. Myself on the other hand just continued to laugh as Sam now gave us both the bitch face. For once in a long time, I feel like nothing has changed, and that I was fourteen again with my two best friends in the world. I never thought I would have this again, but I knew it would never be the same as before.

Part 3

[marshmichellow]

Reputation

Pairing: Reader x Hwang Hyunjin

Genre: slight angst, fluff

Warning: I kinda mention the rumour

Wordcount: 2.1k

A/N: Hiyaaa, I've been in the Stray Kids fandom since the beginning and this is my first time writing a scenario for them. Also THIS WAS REALLY LENGTHY for a first time. I hope you guys enjoy. I was also inspired by @changbeanie Also anyone wanna become friends. LOL

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*Alarm beeps at 7:00*

"Ughh" you groaned as you rolled over your bed to shut off your phone. "Great another day in hell" you thought. As you got up you took a look at your appearance and realized that your eye bag game was strong. This was why you hated school, teachers either give out too much homework or a big ass project to complete and usually when you are put into a group project, you end up doing most of the work. Sighing, you changed into your school uniform and brushed out your bangs and hair. It was 7:40 when you grabbed your backpack and a cereal bar before leaving the house.

On your way to school,you were casually scrolling through some top quality meMES when y/f/n screamed out y/n. You looked up and by the time she caught up to you, you guys were in front of SK High School.

As you tried to keep your eyes open for the last 4 hours, the bell finally rang, signaling lunch time. As you made your way to the lunch room and sat down at the usual table with y/f/n, you felt someone's eyes piercing the back of your head. You turned around swiftly and Hwang Hyunjin was glaring at you. Annoyed you turned back around and chopped on your sandwich rather unpleasantly. Great, Hwang Hyunjin is glaring at me like I did something bad to him you thought to yourself. You've heard rumours about him being a hot, but cold hearted guy and since you didn't want to ruin your mood you turned back around. But little did you know, the minute you turned around, he asked his friends frantically if he was too obvious. Jisung laughed at him and said "Bro, you were glaring at her. If you like her, why dont you drop your reputation as the ice  popular guy." Hyunjin was lost in thought as he thought about Jisung's words.

As the bell rang, you threw your lunch away, bid y/f/n goodbye, said to meet after school at the convenience store around the corner like usual, and dragged your feet to math class. Ughhh, you mentally groaned as you slumped into your seat. Math, the subject you were slightly below average at, it wasn't like you didn't understand it, you did, but it was just too much work to go from one formula to another. You also had the class with Hyunjin, making you groan even more. You had an okay grade in that class, but you could do much better if you weren't so lazy. As you looked up, Hyunjin smirked at you as he strolled past you with his group of fangirls walking behind him. In the process, he knocked over your notebook and didn't even pick it up. More annoyed, you shouted at him to pick it up and he just looked at you. Before you could say another word, one of his fangirls laughed at you and said how pathetic you were, talking to a guy that's way out of your league. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, trying not to create any drama, you picked up your notebook and sat back down in your seat, ignoring the attention you've swarmed.

As the last bell rang, you basically sprinted out of class before Hyunjin could stop you. Why did you rush out? Well, just to get away from school. As you were putting stuff away into your locker, you felt a presence beside it and assumed it was your friend. You said "Hey biotch, let's not go to the convenience store today, I'm a bit tired, so I'm just gonna go home." But as you closed your locker, Hyunjin was standing next to it and you saw your friend at the corner of your eye saying bye to you and that she was going to go home instead.

Looking back at Hyunjin, you asked him what he wanted and he said "you". You were mentally SHOOK at what he said because he looked so serious. You tried to think of other words that he could've said instead of "you" like "shoe" "boo" "moo?!" Okay, you were definitely losing your mind. And all that time, you were freaking out, Hyunjin was worrying because he didn't mean to say "you". So when you regained your composure, you asked him "what?" And he laughed thinking that you were cute while saying "I asked you for help with a math problem but you said "shoe, boo, moo." You didn't realize why you thought he said "you" but you noticed that when he laughed, he looked pure and soft, in contrast to his cold hearted image. Smacking yourself mentally, you yelled at yourself for thinking about Hyunjin. The guy that IS HEARTLESS.

Noticing that you were spacing out, Hyunjin cleared his throat and asked if you could help him and lucky for him, the material that he was "struggling" with was one of the things you knew very well in math. What a shocker.

Anyways you were skeptical of him asking you, but your thoughts were soon disrupted when he saw your hesitant face and said that he'll buy you a dessert and a drink at the coffee place across from the convenience store. AND BOY, did he reach out to your heart. Free food was always the best, so you agreed.

10 minutes later, you arrived to the coffee shop with Hyunjin and as you guys arrived to the counter, the barista was trying to fix herself up and gave Hyunjin the biggest eyes ever. You felt that Hyunjin was bothered by the attention, but your stomach was bothering you more, so you tried to get the girls attention, but she didn't even look at you. Hyunjin looked at you for help, but you weren't having it unless he bought you two desserts and he agreed. So you pulled out your "IMMA BEAT YO ASS IF YOU LOOK AT MY BOYFRIEND AGAIN" card. Just kidding, you pulled HYUNJIN closer to you making sure the barista saw and tugged him down, slightly pecking his cheek. He blushed at the encounter and widened his eyes as he saw the barista clearing her throat and asking what you guys wanted.

Victoriously, you ordered a cookies and cream cheesecake and a mint chocolate chip cookie with a caramel macchiato and Hyunjin ordered the house coffee. As you guys made your way to the table with the desserts and drinks, you layed out your materials and asked Hyunjin what he was struggling on and after saying "everything." You helped him for about 30 minutes making jokes in between to make sure your brains weren't fried and surprisingly he understood everything very quickly, so you guys finished very quickly and just started chatting about anything. The more you talked to Hyunjin, the more you realized he wasn't as bad as what you've heard about him. As it was getting pretty late, you told Hyunjin you had to go, but he stopped you, looking very red and nervous. You were concerned so you asked him what was wrong, and he was just a stuttering mess. A few minutes later, he regained his composure and said very quickly, "y/nIreallylikeyouandIhadforalongtimeandIwaswonderingifyouwanttobemygirlfriend" You laughed at him, telling him to slow down and he said once again, but slowly "y/n I really like you and I had for a long time and I was wondering if you want to be my girlfriend" Slowly processing his words, you were beyond SHOOK, but you couldn't give him an answer because you were confused with your own feelings. You liked hanging out with him, but he was always being chased by girls and so you didn't know what to tell him. So you told him that you'll give him an answer tomorrow. With that you were about to part home when he offered to walk you home. You tried to tell him it was okay, but he insisted and said that there is no way he was going to let a pretty girl like you walk home alone when it was already dark outside. Lucky for you, he couldn't see the blush forming on your face.

So as you guys made your way to your house, the atmosphere was comforting and not awkward despite Hyunjin's confession earlier. As you made your way to your house, you didn't want to bid Hyunjin goodbye, but suddenly, he took your hand traced his fingers around your palm, said that he'll be waiting for an answer tomorrow and left. Before you were beyond confused with your own feelings, but after this happened you were surely aware of your own feelings for him. As you opened you palm, you didn't realize the small crumpled paper in your hand, you opened it up and there was a note written on it saying

Hwang Hyunjin

800-***-****

XOXO

You entered your house and threw yourself onto bed and texted him to make sure he got home safely.

*y/n*

Did you get home safely>_<

*hyunjin*

Yes I did, thanks for the concern\( >_<)/

Surprisingly, he was very easy to talk to and you talked for hours with him until you got tired. Telling him goodnight, you turned off your phone and went to sleep.

You woke up and did your usual routine before heading off to school. On your way, you saw Hyunjin at the gate and he wanted to say hi, but you saw his fangirls and ignored him and knew that they were going to hunt you down if they saw the interaction between you and him.

As you made your way to first period, one of Hyunjin's fangirls came up to you and started telling you to back off of Hyunjin because she saw you acting all lovey dovey with Hyunjin at the coffee shop yesterday. You told her, "You dont have the right to claim somebody as yours without their consent" and she just started belittling you saying, "Hmmp, yea right, says the ugly duckling with cheap clothing, no wonder Hyunjin hung out with you, he was just pitying you." At that moment, you were hurt and wanted nothing more than to go home and cry, but you couldn't because school only started and you wanted to maintain good grades. So, for the rest of the day, you hid from Hyunjin and his fangirls

As you entered math class, you ignored Hyunjin trying to get your attention and as soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, you rushed out of class like you did the day before, but for a completely different reason; to run away from Hyunjin

You hurriedly put your things in your locker and felt a presence beside you, you closed your locker and locked eyes with Hyunjin. You looked away and tried to leave, but Hyunjin grabbed your wrist and spun you around so that you would look at him and upon seeing your puffy, red-stained face, his face softened and he pulled you into a hug. You wanted to get away from him, but he wouldn't let you.

After calming down, he asked you what was wrong and you just say, "Maybe we shouldn't be friends at all" and Hyunjin was completely heartbroken hearing those words. He told you he couldn't be just friends because he wanted to be more than that, but you said that "I can't handle ruining your reputation or the rumours spreading about me " and Hyunjin slowly lifted your head that dropped down to look at your shoes and he looked at you straight in the eyes and said "y/n I'm willing to drop my reputation and everything else for you and don't listen to rumours because they will hurt you a lot. I've been through the same thing and so what, if they make rumours, allow them to because "its all good, we'll grow going through them, [so] don't cry." You smiled through your sniffs and told him, "That was very cringy, but heartwarming and I think I have an answer to your confession from yesterday" and Hyunjin was all happy and told you to tell him already and you only told him to lean down and as he leaned down you gave him a soft gentle kiss on the lips. You pulled apart first which made Hyunjin all pouty, but you said that he will have to buy you desserts if he wanted more and he said, "How about we go right now." So you guys walked hand in hand to the coffee shop, ignoring the rumors that were trying to interfere your happiness. ♡

A/N THIS WAS KINDA BAD AND I SHOULDVE BEEN DOING HW BUT WHATEVER. PROTECT THIS BBY AT ALL COSTS. IM SO SOFT FOR HYUNJIN NOW.