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meat-husband · 6 years ago

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You know you gotta elaborate on that dick pic hc right like pls don’t tease me like that 🅱️ls

Well, since you said 🅱️ls...

Nothing too graphic, so no cut, but there’s still dicks going on lol

You felt like a piece of shit.

Your best friend, a kind, amazing girl you had known since you were a child, had done a lot for you over the years. She was only concerned, you knew, and you couldn’t blame her, but she had gone through a lot of trouble for you and you couldn’t even appreciate her efforts fully.

Standing awkwardly in the corner of the crowded room, you fiddled with the hem of the skirt you wore, tugging it down self consciously. It wasn’t all that short, really, but it felt like it. A Halloween party was the last place you wanted to be right now, let alone in a cheap, plasticy outfit hilariously labeled ‘sexy psycho’. It was a poor excuse for a costume, an uncomfortably tight skirt and half sized button up in bright orange, complete with fake bloodstains and a little rubber knife. You had dropped the knife almost immediately upon entering the party, but now you held your phone in one hand and a watered down drink in the other, texting rapidly with half an eye on the screen.

You didn’t want to be here, but you did want to be a good friend, for all that was worth, and she had insisted on your attendance, paying for your ticket herself, getting you into an exclusive party and not taking no for an answer. This whole event was agreed to under the pretense of ‘spending time together’, but it quickly became apparent that your friend was more concerned with who else you were spending your time with.

“Hey, he’s cute,” she yelled over the music, poking you in the ribs to draw your attention away from your phone. “Go talk to him, he’s looking at you.”

“Who?” You ask, still firing off a message as quickly as you can while typing with only your thumb.

“The guy in the big, feathery hat thing. Look, right there.”

“Uh-huh, gimme a second.”

“Who are you texting?” She sounded a little pissed, which wasn’t unreasonable considering the price she had paid to get your unsocial ass in here. She leans over your shoulder, trying to get a look at your screen, so you quickly turn it off, tucking it down the front of your ridiculously orange top.

“No one,” you say with a strained smile. “Now what hat did you want me to see?”

She frowns at you, eyeing the place where you hid your phone suspiciously. “You’re acting weird. You said you aren’t dating anyone, I thought you’d appreciate a night out. I mean, it’s been a while.” She gives you another rough nudge and a wink and you laugh nervously in response.

There wasn’t a good way to tell someone who cared about you that you had pretty much moved a serial killer into your apartment and weren’t really on the market anymore. That kind of thing tends to create worry and questions, neither of which you need anymore of.

Your phone buzzes loudly from beneath your shirt and she watches you for a moment, daring you with a glare to respond. You fidget in place, wanting to reach for it but you can’t have her seeing what’s on the screen either. You already know what the message contains, and that would probably be just as hard to explain as anything else she’s wondering about you right now.

“Alright, I’m going to get another drink and check in to see if that shitty emo band is through yet, then you’re going to enjoy this damn party if I have to make you. Get all that texting shit out of your system while I’m gone.”

You wait until you see her disappear into the crowd before finally digging your phone out of your bra, unlocking the screen to open your messages.

Yep, just like you thought.

Fuck off or that shits going on the internet, you type, message popping up under a horribly composed dick pic. Obviously he was taking these one handed, but that was no excuse for poor quality. Two more blurry pictures pop up before you can type anything else and you roll your eyes. You regretted making the joke that had started this trend of his, knowing you brought it on yourself by introducing him to it.

It’s Halloween shouldn’t you be off murdering ppl or something

You tuck your phone away again after that, taking a few sips from your drink and trying to stop a grin from spreading over your face when it buzzed rapidly with multiple new messages. It was really hilarious how easy it was to get under his skin sometimes. There were quite a few awful costumes imitating the dreaded ‘Shape’ walking around the party, and you had been quick to snap a photo of the worst one you could find.

Found a new boyfriend lol, was all you had said, along with the snap of the person wearing the misshapen mask. It was amazingly low quality, all cheap rubber and crazy, unstyled hair that was entirely the wrong color, but apparently it was still enough to set him off.

You see no sign of your friend returning yet, so you sneak another look at your phone when you realize it’s been a few minutes since the last one. Half a dozen more pictures, each looking more and more frantic and desperate, greet you once you click on your messages, but it’s the most recent one that catches your eye.

“Oh great,” you mutter under your breath, finger hovering over the screen. “He’s figured out how to take videos.”

Glancing around you can see that you’re nice and alone in your corner, but you bite your lip nervously. You can’t say you don’t want to see the video, because you can feel your stomach clenching at the thought of it, but it’s one thing to sneak peeks at pictures and another to play a video. You wait a bit, but decide that you can’t just not watch it. Another look around confirms you’re as alone as you can be with this many people in a room, so you hurry to slide down the volume, just in case, and press play.

You were right when you guessed the previous pictures looked desperate, watching him buck hurriedly into the tight grip of his hand, cock swollen and pink. His movements quickly turn jerky and rough, and you desperately want to inch up the volume to see if you can hear any groans or hisses as cum spills over his fingers. The video is only a few seconds long, just enough to make you frustrated when it ends, and you huff to yourself. This was supposed to be annoying for him, not you.

“Woah, who’s dick is that?” You turn with a scream, drowned out by the music, nearly dropping your phone.

“No wonder you were so interested in your phone, you freak.” Her tone is teasing and friendly, almost congratulatory, a big grin on her face, but you feel your face turn hot and red under her gaze.

“You weren’t supposed to see that!”

“Well, no duh, or they’d be sending that shit to me. Feel free to pass that dude my number, though.”

You don’t think you can be any more embarrassed, but your wish is granted almost immediately when your phone dings again. You lock eyes with your friend, seeing her grin widen, and you go to put your phone away before she can ask.

“Aw, c’mon, let’s see how the movie ends,” she laughs, tugging at the sleeve of your shirt playfully. “I gotta know what happens!”

“You’re so embarrassing!” You complain, pulling away.

“No, really, I wanna see round two!”

“Oh my god! You’re shameless!”

“Hey, I ain’t the one getting hit up with homemade porn here!”

Your phone buzzes again, drawing another laugh from your friend, who seems to be genuinely delighted by how embarrassed you are.

“Go on and look, I ain’t judging you. Tell him to knock it off though, I paid good money for your ticket so you’re getting drunk tonight if nothing else!”

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You murmur, slinking off with your friend giving you a knowing grin and wink as you rush towards the nearest door.

It’s not a bathroom, just the entrance to a small hallway meant for staff members, but you’ll take what you can get right now. You sit your unfinished drink on the floor, sure that your weak nerves don’t need anymore alcohol after that. Your face is uncomfortably hot and you can feel sweat running down your back as you lean against the wall, grasping your phone in one hand but not yet looking at the screen.

Okay, things were a little out of hand here, and now you had to explain away the person sending you graphic videos and dick pics to your best friend, but it was salvageable. You could fix it! Getting naughty texts from someone doesn’t mean you’re expected to introduce them to your family or anything, you can play it off as a one time thing. No one needs to know about the serial killer in your apartment.

With a few calming breaths you finally open your phone. You feel better now, realizing how insignificant the slip up was, but that comes crashing down as you see the three new photos you’ve been sent, each one a blurry and poorly lit shot of you from just moments before, taken from a distance and slowly moving closer. Well, okay, this was honestly something you should have seen coming considering the fact that he’s snuck up on you like this before, but never somewhere so crowded or public.

And what if he killed someone? It was Halloween after all, and that was his whole thing, and while you were a little less concerned for random club goers, your best friend was out there, not knowing any of this. You went back into the packed club in a rush, swinging open the door and running straight into a solid chest.

“Oh, hi.”

Michael looks down at you from behind the mask and you just know you look flustered and guilty. You glance around nervously, concerned that he might draw attention, but he isn’t very out of place at a costume party, much less one where there are multiple other ‘Michaels’ running around.

“So, uh, just so you know, the whole murdering thing is off limits right now,” you hiss, grabbing a handful of his sleeve and pulling him behind you, heading away from where you had last seen your friend. “Nothing personal, but I just can’t have that shit happening right now.”

You find a secluded spot by the actual entrance to the bathrooms, ushering him into the bit of cover provided by a merchandise stand that had yet to be filled out.

“What are you doing in here?” You whisper, far enough away from the music that it won’t cover your voice. “Those tickets are pricey, how did you get in?”

He looks down and you follow his gaze to the very real and very bloody knife in his hands. You yelp, grabbing his wrist and pulling it between the two of you to hide the weapon.

“You can’t have that in here! And no more stabbing,” you stop, and reconsider your words. “Or anything else fatal.” You amend, giving him a firm glare that you’re sure won’t stop him at all if that’s what he wants to do.

“Yo, am I interrupting you guys? Cause I kinda hope I am!”

You look around Michael with wide eyes to see your friend standing there, a big smirk on her face and a drink in each hand. You realize with a pang of horror how things must look from her view point, a big man standing over you in a dark corner, your hands hidden between your bodies-

“No, you’re not interrupting!” You nearly scream the words in your panic, wrenching the knife from Michael’s hand and dropping it carefully behind the merch table. He lets you take the weapon, turning as you do to face your friend, who’s smile widens at the sight of his ‘costume’.

“Holy shit, great get up dude, that’s the best mask I’ve seen all night!” She looks him up and down, presumably to take in the rest of his attire, but you know her well enough to realize she’s probably gearing up a flirty one liner. “So, you two know each other then?”

You’re a little thrown off, not sure what excuse you can come up with on the spot for her question, but Michael beats you to it.

“Boyfriend.” He rasps, and you’re not sure whether his voice or his answer throws you off more. You look at him in awe, mouth open in surprise. Your friend looks stunned as well, but for a different reason.

“Ohh, really,” She says, giving you a sly look. “So is he…?”

She makes a crude pumping motion with her hand and you’re absolutely sure that if it was possible to die of embarrassment that this would be the finishing blow. Michael watches her hand, and when she looks to you both for confirmation he gives her a slow nod. She cackles loudly, clapping her hands together in glee.

“Oh, why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone?! He’s hilarious, too!” She passes one of her drinks to you to free up a hand, waving it around in her excitement. “Where have you been hiding him, girl? What’s your name?”

The last one is directed at Michael, and you give him a moment to see if he’ll speak again, but apparently that was a one time deal because he remains silent. You speak up before the silence turns awkward, an evil little smile on your face.

Grabbing his wrist with your hand, you lean against his arm and answer, “His name’s Audrey.”

#Slashers #Michael Myers #Slasher x Reader #Female Reader #further proof that michael is a thot #as if we didnt all know #he has no shame lol

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love-we-write · 6 years ago

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Thank You for Trying

Part III

Character: Dad!Kim Jongdae Genre: Family, some bit of drama, much fluff Words: 4,738 Summary: Because you saw how deeply Jongdae loves; saw him love his parents, his friends, his job and his fans. And it’s not the outward declaration of love to the rooftops nor is it the grand presents. It’s him constantly worrying and helping them, and constantly wanting to make them happy. Constantly trying for them. A/N: Four five years ago, I saw a thread of how Jongdae would make such a great dad. Also a GIF in Exoluxion of Jongdae with a child. This is what my brain put together from those two.

Part I, Part II

You saw in slow motion Hyejin’s pram toppling over. Hyejin falling outside. Yours and OO’s sweet daughter. Hyejin, only barely 10 months old. There was no noise in your ears. Not even the sound of your heartbeat. Just that sickening ‘thud!’ as Hyejin landed on the sidewalk outside the pram.

And then… the world resumes.

Hyejin began to cry. You hear someone cry. A few hours later, you realize that that someone was you.

You don’t remember anything else during that time. Someone may have taken a video, or a picture. You didn’t know. All you could remember in your head was a blank white canvas with dark scribbled words of panic.

‘hyejinshouldn’tbethereohmygodissheokayisshesafePLEASEGODLETHERBEOKAY –‘

You remember picking up your crying daughter and holding her close to you to your body. You remember that sudden moment of clarity that you probably should not move her too much in case there were any injuries. But you remember that you needed to get out of that circle fast. So, you pushed some of them roughly and broke the circle, and you find yourself not caring if they were surprised or angry or if they want to follow you. All you know is that you are walking as fast as you can while trying to keep Hyejin stationary.

At some point, you remember walking all the way to the nearest hospital. You remember thinking that you cannot risk calling an ambulance and staying put in one place with them maybe following you.

You remember calling Jongdae as soon as you manage to quiet Hyejin down and had the doctors look at her.

You remember his voice. It was bright.

“Jagi!”

Then it turned worried.

“Sweetheart… what’s wrong?”

Then, you remember your voice. It was small, hiccup-y. And it was scared.

“Dae, come down. It’s Hyejin.”

Jongdae is a man who worries quietly, but on that day when he burst to see you in the hospital, his worry was deafeningly obvious on his face.

“What happened?”

It’s your fault. You should have been more careful. You should have never dared to come out just like that. You should have known. You should have known.

Amidst your hiccupping, you managed to tell him your story. That you were cornered… but you should have known not to come out like that. You were pushed – it’s your fault that Hyejin is hurt – and you bumped into Hyejin’s pram – it’s your fault – and Hyejin was knocked out of there – it’s all your fault – and you brought her as soon as possible to the hospital – oh god, your daughter is in there because of you –.

And there you two stood, and you watched Jongdae’s warm eyes gradually darken at your each word. His eyes, normally a warm and welcoming chocolate were now dark and cold, bitter and almost black. Then Jongdae heard his phone ping twice. One message from Baekhyun, another from his manager.

Both asking if you are okay, both with links to social media accounts where he watched in agony at the video of his wife hysterically crying while running away from the crowd, and he heard his daughter’s cries of pain. And he felt his heart twist in the most painful way he has ever known. And he wondered how things have gone this wrong.

At that time, you thought you saw something snap inside Jongdae.

Ten minutes later, you were called in to the doctor’s office. Hyejin is fine and is considered very lucky to come out of the fall with minor injuries. She has no concussions, but her left arm is fractured. You are advised to not move her left arm so much when you get home, but also ‘we would like to keep her for a night here, just to be on the safe side’.

“Will there be effects when she grows up?”

“It’s too early to know, but you should bring her for checkups when she grows up, just to see,” the doctor replied kindly.

You and Jongdae stayed with Hyejin all night. Sometimes you see Jongdae come out of the room to take a few calls and make a few more on his own. But he never left you.

At some point, you asked him.

“Dae, are you okay?”

The smile he gave you is soft, and his kiss on your forehead is reassuring.

“I am. Don’t you worry about anything.”

He promised you and held your hand.

A day later, you and Jongdae took Hyejin home. That night, he told you of his plans. You heavily objected to his plans, almost to the point of crying, because it’s unfair how he should compromise one love of his for another.

“Dae, I know you know what you’re doing, but you also know your decision… i-it’s going to be widely misunderstood! You know they won’t let you explain so easily, and if you do get to explain, you know how they’ll twist your words!”

But Jongdae held you and reassured that it’s going to be okay. That HE’S going to be okay.

“I trust them. I trust my friends.”

There he is, so loving and so trustful of the people he holds dear. You don’t know if that’s kindness, or stupidity.

The next morning, you cried but you held his hand and said you will support him in whatever he does.

A week after that, in a move that proved historical and controversial in the idol industry, Jongdae filed lawsuits against his own fansite masters.

People have heard of idols and their representatives threatening legal action on separate companies. They might have also heard of companies protecting their artist by threatening legal action against slandering rumors or malicious commenters.

But in an unprecedented move, one that certainly got tongues wagging and people discussing, EXO’s Chen became the first idol to have threatened a lawsuit against his own fansite masters, against his own fans as far as readers are concerned.

Eight people were charged; four were fansite masters specifically for him and two for EXO, and two were photographers from the media. The charges; harassment, stalking and potential endangerment of a minor. All were identified as being directly involved in the scuffle that led to Hyejin’s injuries last week

In a matter of a day, Jongdae’s decision to file the lawsuit proved controversial and misunderstood. In an industry that heavily involves fan interactions, negative interactions like these are unheard of and are seen as signs of ungratefulness. Never mind the fact that four years ago, he had made the rare move of announcing his relationship, now him suing his own fansite masters again brought the discussion of ungratefulness to his fans and criticism for bringing in his personal life into his professional one.

Reactions were greatly negative the first few moments of Jongdae announcing the lawsuit, and greatly exacerbated by the media. His decision was nitpicked from every aspect.

There were the people charged who spread slander about him and his decision, they also started discussions about how Jongdae has changed and that he has brought too much of his personal life into his professional one. A lot of rumors about how he has turned his back against all his fans spread through social media.

From the media outlets’ perspective, they brought up the fact that he is enforcing a monetary penalty on them, which seemed odd. That got the people talking about unfairness, about how most of his money came from his fans, yet he would disregard that when he decided to monetarily penalize his own fans.

On the Internet, his name is dragged through the mud. People wrote that his true colors are revealed. How he views his fans were questioned.

‘All the fangirls are clearly delusional; don’t you see you’re only cash pigs to him.’

‘Liar.’

‘Leave if you don’t like to be an idol, sheesh. You can’t have the best of both worlds.’

‘EXO’s getting dragged through the mud is his fault, he should leave.’

‘Ever since he met her, he’s changed so much.’

‘He should leave’

‘He’s changed! He’s getting so arrogant, first announcing his girlfriend and the baby, then this?!’

‘It’s her fault.’

‘He’s gotten so arrogant, I don’t remember supporting someone so arrogant!’

‘He doesn’t care about his fans.’

‘Leave!’

You wanted so badly to scream at how wrong they were. That the EXO’s Chen that they see on the stage is not a fake persona, is not a mask, but it is a real extension of the man that is Kim Jongdae. He loves his family and his brothers as Kim Jongdae and he loves EXO-L as Kim Jongdae too, and you don’t understand why these two things must be so mutually exclusive.

Here is a man, who – for as long as you knew him – never talks about you or your child during his professional shows because that would be rude to his fans and who talks of them like his friends even behind closed doors. Here is a man who had the option and was actually urged to keep your relationship quiet but decided to challenge his own company to let him tell only EXO-Ls first only, not because of any ulterior motive but simply because he doesn’t want them to see him as EXO’s Chen, some unapproachable idol but just as simple human Kim Jongdae, a friend.

And you see netizens and media questioning him on this and that is what you fear would hurt him most. More than the speculations of his motives, more than the news analysis, you feared that he would get hurt because he loves too much, and he loves too deeply.

His members, supportive and understanding as they were, could not go against the authorities of their company when they brought their decision on Jongdae. Baekhyun and Junmyeon and their managers tried reasoning with the higher-ups, tried to make them see how vital Jongdae is, if not to them as a family, then to EXO’s sound as a group. How would you be able to isolate Chen, their vocal backbone for so many years, and not expect any drastic change in their musical direction? But the authorities have spoken.

Jongdae is to be put on probation, and if him proceeding with his intention shows more harm than growth to EXO, the company and public perception of them, then he will be considered a liability and his contract terminated.

You know how sasaengs posing as fansites has strained idol-fan relationships, and you know that not all fansites are like that. You know that Jongdae and EXO has had this problem for as long as since they debuted. But you also know that this lawsuit would have never happened if it was him who got hurt. You know he filed this lawsuit to protect you and your daughter. And look at what it cost him.

For you and for your daughter, he is willing to take the risk of possibly losing his dream and all that he has worked for.

That night, it was quiet. The storm has quietened down for a while and people are asleep. Jongdae should be asleep too, he’s going to have a press conference tomorrow where he promises to try to answer all questions about his decisions, but at that time, you catch him standing beside Hyejin, stroking her cheeks softly as she slept. Without any thought, you hugged him, and you hugged him with all your might, with everything that you feel inside.

You hugged him with all the guilt you feel that he wouldn’t have had to choose if you and Hyejin weren’t in the public picture, if he hadn’t loved his fans like he did… if he hadn’t loved you or your daughter like he did.

You hugged him with all your bottled uncertainty for the future, if it really came down that his contract would be terminated, if there really was no coming back from this, if he really had to leave EXO for his family.

You hugged him because you feel sorry that he loves too deeply, and he trusts so much in the good of the ones he loves, but also you hugged him because you feel thankful that he is how he is, because you are thankful that you are loved by him.

“Are you scared, Dae?” you whispered to his back.

You felt him turn around and then you felt his lips on your forehead. When you looked up at him, he is smiling.

“Yeah… and no.”

It’s quiet outside.

“I’m scared but I’m also brave…does that make sense?” he chuckled sheepishly.

“I’m scared, sure, but then there’s you…” he said and then he cocked his head to the cot, where sweet Hyejin is sleeping without a care in world, almost as if her father hadn’t been dragged through the mud for her.

In her sleep, her face makes him forget all that he will face tomorrow. Jongdae can’t help but smile at that.

“…and there’s Hyejin too, and I feel like everything will be alright.”

“Do you regret it? This would have been much easier on you i-if we… stayed quiet from the start,” you murmured quietly.

Jongdae was quiet for a while. Over from the corner of your eyes, you see him purse his lips.

“Easier, yes. But not right.”

“It’s unfair on you and it’s unfair on Hyejin too. I knew, at some point, that what we have… it’s something that I want to continue. And I don’t want to carry on having to pretend like I don’t know you in public. And I don’t want our children to grow up hidden, with their father pretending like he doesn’t know them,” he began as he held you beside him in one arm, while playing with Hyejin’s cheeks with his other hand. You watched in wonder as your daughter, probably sensing her father, turned to snuggle into Jongdae’s hands.

“It’s unfair to them too, to the fans. Because they’ve been with us EXO for all those years, and they want to be closer to us, as we do with them. But to keep giving them the polished, pre-packaged version of EXO’s Chen after all these years, that would be a lie. They have been with us through thick and thin… and I at least owe them to be truthful as me, as Kim Jongdae in all my interactions with them. Not that Chen is a lie, it’s a part of me, but only PART of me. And with all those years of them supporting us, I want to share a little bit more of the parts the makes me Kim Jongdae. And those parts are… that I love you, I have a daughter and I love her too, and I will do whatever it takes to protect both of you.”

To this, he looked at you and smiled.

“Don’t worry, almost all of them are good. It’s the negative ones that’s the loudest.”

He said this as if he’s wasn’t just nitpicked from all across the media, given death threats and received thousands of comments saying he should give up his dream of singing, as if he wasn’t just branded a liability by the company he helped grow with his voice.

At that, you can’t help but stare in wonder at this. He may not be one for declarations of love over rooftops, but the things he does for the people he loves, how much consideration he gives them, it is something that cannot be unrivaled.

In that quiet night, when all were asleep but the two of you, your hand found his and you held it tight.

In your heart that is no longer uneasy, you thought that everyone who is loved by him truly are very lucky.

The next day Jongdae walked into a room full of reporters and camera flash assaulting his face and he sat down in front of them with steely determination. And then, the questioning began, and he found that he had nothing to hide.

One reporter asked him what the basis of the lawsuits were. That is easy, they were directly involved in stalking and harassing his wife and daughter, and even took videos and pictures during a time of distress when his daughter fell from the pram. Besides that, this is not an isolated incident as the people who were identified have always stalked and harassed him and his family, camping outside his home and also outside the hospital when Hyejin was born and creating disturbance everywhere.

“Simply put, the media outlet has no excuse for such an invasion of privacy, and the fansite masters are simply sasaengs posing as fans,” Jongdae said calmly. It’s hard for any of them to retort when he said it so straightforwardly without sounding mean.

Another asked him what kind of message it is that he wished to send with these lawsuits. That is also very simple, to respect his wishes to give his wife and daughter privacy. He does not want to police interactions between his family and his fans, in fact he thought that most of EXO-Ls as his friends that he’s excited for them to meet his family. It’s the small minority that doesn’t do that respectfully that he wanted to give a strong warning. He does not want his daughter to grow up with strangers pointing their cameras at her without her consent, or camping in her school in the future, or for her to be scared to make friends.

He wants them to view his family as humans too, instead of linked products to EXO’s Chen and by default have human rights to privacy.

“There seems to be talk of where to cross the line between your professional life and your personal one. At the end of the day, having to deal with unruly fans could be said to be what comes with the job of being an idol, and it comes with the high pay of your job. With you suddenly suing the source of your professional income because of your personal life, wouldn’t you say this is being unprofessional?” a reporter chimed in after Jongdae finished his previous answer.

There was suddenly a murmur as Jongdae took his time to think of his answer.

“In my opinion, the line to draw between my professional life and my personal life differ between how each fan perceive their idol. For me personally, I would rather my EXO-Ls think of me as a friend because after years of their support, I do not think of them as my fans but rather my friends. That is why 4 years ago, I shared news of my relationship and then this year of my daughter only to them. It’s because I view them not as my source of income, but as friends who has been with me and my members for so long, and they deserve to know more about me as Kim Jongdae, the man instead of just as Chen, the idol,” he began slowly.

“That’s why I would rather them think of me as human, instead of an idol the product. But I understand that to each their own preference. I understand that some might prefer to view me only as a performer who they paid their hard-earned money to see, and I respect that. Those views, however, still does not change the fact that, the product here is me. It is not my wife and it is certainly not my newborn daughter, who did not choose to be born to an idol father.”

A round of murmur began to resound in the room. Jongdae continued.

“Regardless if you view me as the idol, the product of a business, my wife and my daughter should not have to bear the same treatment. My lawsuits want to make that line clear. We can discuss the morality and what an idol owes the fan if the situation involves only me, but there are no discussions when I say my wife and daughter does not owe anyone anything.”

Another round of camera flash resumed its blinding assault on his face. Backstage, you watched his open declaration with tears in your eyes.

“What do you plan to do with the penalty of the lawsuit?” another reporter asked.

“Most probably donate it. The money is not important here, it is the principle,” Jongdae shrugged.

“Did you talk to your members about this decision?”

“Yes. I’ve talked a lot with my members and the managers before making my decision. I understand the consequences it may bring me, that’s why I want to stress that any should there be any negative consequences, those should be mine alone to bear. The activities of EXO and the other members should not have to suffer because of my decision,” the Jongdae replied decisively but not unkindly. His voice is soft, as it is always were when he speaks, however it did not waver.

“One final question; do you worry about the future, things like how your fans will perceive you, even your possible future in EXO given SM’s statement of putting you in probation?” another voice asked, this time possible directly in front of Jongdae.

Jongdae began softly with his answer.

“I think if I say I am not worried, that would be a lie. I love singing, and I love being in EXO. I also do not want our fans to think that with me doing this, I am turning my back on them or that I do not love them. They are precious to me; like a close friend that I want to make proud. I am only taking action against people who would dare hurt my wife and my daughter. What I hope that everyone in this room and everyone who will watch understands that…,” Jongdae replied slowly after much thought.

At that instant, Jongdae looked up determinedly at the camera. From behind the stage watching the live feed, you felt your heart skip beats and you fell in love with Kim Jongdae all over again.

“I love my family more than anything in this world and I will not regret any sacrifice if it means they are safe and happy”

7 years later, the three of you sat huddled on Hyejin’s bed, with your phone the only source of light illuminating the darkness of her room. It was that video of him in the press conference that you started with and it was the same video that you ended your story. The Jongdae 7 years younger – frozen in time in your phone – continued to stare back at Hyejin in apt determination after his fierce declaration and you watched as Hyejin looked up between you and her father beside her, her eyes tearing up more as she starts to register the magnitude of her father’s sacrifice.

“Then… what happened after that?” your daughter asked quietly, almost scared.

“Well… your father was right. It’s the negative ones that are the loudest. They threw temper tantrums, we see some boycotts, we see some burning their albums and we see some nasty pictures, articles and comments on the Internet. But on the whole, people started discussing over your father’s statements. And they realize that he is right. You are just a baby, you do not owe anyone anything. Your other uncles also spoke out soon after that in support of your father, how he is vital to them as EXO, so his termination will not be tolerated, but also that it is incredibly human of him to do what he did and there’s nothing wrong with that,” you explained.

“People started discussing about the sasaeng culture and how it strains other fans’ interaction with their idols. We see more discussion over whether idols can speak up and we see people applauding your father for doing so. And after that, people realize that EXO still have fans staying with them, fans who genuinely just wants to be happy with EXO and wants EXO to be happy. Those are the ones that you like it when they see you and say hi to you. Soon, his public image improved. And, he gets to stay and gets to sing again – soon after that, he gets to add a solo career on top of everything. Seems like good luck but it took close to a year of being uncertain.”

You stroke Hyejin’s hair.

“You see, sweetheart… when your father decided that day to announce you to the world, it took a lot of courage. He did it at a time where it was blasphemous to do so. But he did so, because he doesn’t want you to grow up being separate from him. He doesn’t want to pretend like he doesn’t know you in public and can only show his love in private.

“Then, you see whenever your father and your uncles travel. It’s a horde of reporters and fans that surround them. We know his life as an idol is anything but normal, yet he still only ever wanted to give you what any normal father wants to give his daughter; a safe and happy childhood. You get to openly be proud that your father is the amazing EXO’s Chen, while at the same time getting to have a normal childhood like anyone else without cameras following you. You get to have the best of both worlds, because 7 years ago, when your father first held you, he has long decided that he won’t regret any sacrifices he makes if that meant you get to be happy.”

You watch as Hyejin turned to her father, teary-eyed and trembling.

At some point, you think what shook her most was not your stories of the past, but what happened in the present. It’s not the re-telling of what she went through as a baby that shocked her, you think it’s the fact that she – not an hour ago – thought that her father prefers his fans over her, and to know how wrong she was. To realize how much her father tried for her.

“Of all the things in this world, he loves you the most.”

Suddenly, Hyejin tackled her father down in a burst of tears, landing face first into Jongdae’s chest as she wailed.

“I-I’m s-sorry, appa! I-I didn’t mean to… That must’ve sucked when you heard me, I’m so-so sorry!” Hyejin whined and cried into Jongdae’s chest. Jongdae chuckled, but you hear the waver in his voice.

“It’s okay, princess. That’s alright,” he soothed as Hyejin kept crying.

“I-I don’t hate you, appa. I’m sorry that I-I thought…I thought…”

“It’s alright, there there. It’s alright. Shh…” Jongdae stroked her head, rocking his daughter back and forth to sleep, in between placing soft kisses on her head and murmuring soft reassurances that everything is okay and that he is here.

Over her head, his eyes meet yours and the clear film of tears has long broken and were streaming down his face, but he gives you a watery smile. One that looked relieved and thankful. You leaned your head against his shoulder, felt one of his hands find yours and his kiss on the crown of your head.

As you look up to him and on towards your daughter snuggling closer to her father, you were almost taken aback with how much she has grown and how much she grows to look more and more like Jongdae as each day passes. You know this won’t be the last time she will have to face this; getting questioned on her father’s absences, on her father’s job, on her father. You both know this will come again as she grows up.

But she’ll grow up knowing that it is not true if anyone says her father loves her any less. And you know she’ll try. Try to be strong, try to compromise, try to be resolute. Because she is Jongdae’s daughter, and just as he is strong and brave and tries hard day after day for his family, Hyejin is strong and brave too, and you hope she will try hard for her father too. You hope you can try hard for the both of them too.

Because you saw how deeply Jongdae loves; saw him love his parents, his friends, his job and his fans. And it’s not the outward declaration of love to the rooftops nor is it the grand presents. It’s him constantly worrying and helping them, and constantly wanting to make them happy. Constantly trying for them.

On that day when Jongdae first held his daughter and looked at her with such love and fascination, when he tried to discreetly wipe his tears, you knew – and you hope Hyejin will now know too – how deeply Jongdae loves and you knew how lucky you both are that he tries for you two.

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Twilight, Alec LS. Seeing Nightmares. (chapters 14-15)

Emberly and Alec attend the ball, old friends are seen and also we get a very big development going on!

Warnings: Forced sexual/vampire actions onto Emberly. Nothing detailed, they don’t get far.

Chapter 14 (I know the last one was short but I need this to get moving)

-Alec third person-

Alec walked down the halls, his usual disinterested stare upon his face as he rounded the corner and towards the desk to see the secretary.

“Rachel,” Her blonde head, bright blue eyes staring up at him in curiosity. “I need your help.”

She smiled, red lipstick on her lips as a light blush coated her cheeks. “How can I be of help Sir?”

“Get these for me. Take them to my room as soon as you get back.” He slid a piece of paper to her, walking away from her, knowing she’d get right on it for him. Rachel was german, with no family left, but she was human and usually prepared Emberly’s meals for him, so he knew she knew about her. He also didn’t have to worry about Rachel draining her dry.

Alec made his way into the throne room, standing beside Caius in his usual position. He leaned back against a pillar, hands in the pockets of his black trousers. He wore a dark grey button up shirt, tucked into his pants, and a black jacket. He looked bored, uninterested as he looked around. He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, noting how long it was starting to get. Perhaps he’d get it cut.

“Ah,” Aro sighed, looking up from his book as he seemed to ponder something.

“What is it, brother?” Caius responded, glancing over as Aro shut his book.

“It’s almost Renesmee’s birthday.”

“And?”

“We hardly see the child, nor anyone else for that matter...perhaps a party should be in order.” Aro thought to himself, a bright look adorned his features as he stood. “Yes! A ball!”

“We’re throwing a ball for that hybrid?” Caius looked at Aro like he lost his head, which he most likely was close to doing with how old Aro was.

“No no,” Aro shook his head. “We just simply, invite them. Stating we want to check in on the child, see if she’s a liability. We can invite some old friends, see fresh faces.” Aro looked around at the silent room, “It’s been awfully quiet these past years.”

“Alec,” Alec looked over to Caius, walking around to stand beside his master’s chair.

“Yes, Master?” Came the calm reply.

“How is your pet?”

“Emberly is...better. The voices and shadows have stopped, due to Carlisle’s medication. She, however, is still restless. I had Rachel go get a few things for her to occupy herself with.” Alec answered, hands clasped behind his back as Caius furrowed his brow.

“What things?”

“A few sketchbooks, art supplies, and a computer.”

“A computer?”

“Yes, she misses music.”

“What if she contacts others from the outside?” Aro inquires, lifting an eyebrow as he continues, “What if she tries to use it to call for help?”

Alec smirked, “I have confidence she won’t.”

“Oh?”

“She’s in love with me.” The three master’s smiled, but Alec didn’t know the true reason behind their large grins and shared looks.

“So, you trust her to attend the ball?” Caius asked, and received a nod.

“She will be on her best behavior, I can promise you that.” Alec smirked, glancing into his Master’s eyes. “It won’t be long till she’s with child.”

-Emberly’sPOV-

I jumped as a loud knock came to the door, my heart starting to race as I watched the knob twist and in popped a female face. She was pretty, with thick blonde hair pulled back into a perfect bun. Her eyes were blue, surrounded by thick black eyelashes. I could see them from here. Her lips were a ruby red, her dress tight and black, her heels the same color of red as her lips. She was human, judging from her non-red eyes.

“Hello?” She asked in a thick accent, and I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

“Hi?” She smiled at me, stepping all the way in and walking towards me with a vibrant smile. She was beautiful.

“I brought you these.” She told me, placing a large bag on the table along with a box. I walked over, confused as she smiled at me and waited for me to open them. I pulled open the bag, peering inside and gasping. Three sketchbooks, each a different size, along with pencils and colored pencils. I looked up at her with a shocked expression. “Sir Alec asked me to bring those to you, he also left this for me to give to you.”

‘I know you miss your old luxuries, so here are a few that I know you will love.’

-Alec

I opened the blood red colored box and nearly screamed. A mac laptop was sitting inside, ready for me to use and practically abuse.

“Th-thank you so much!” I looked up at her, as she was quite tall with her red pumps. “Who are you? I’m sorry...I just-don’t see many people.”

She smiled, her cheekbones high and defined, “My name is Rachel, I am the secretary.”

I gave her a hug, “Thank you, so much for this, Rachel.”

I opened up the mac, getting myself all set up as I looked at the gloriousness that was technology. How I missed it. The mouse pad, the click of the keys, and the sounds-oh the wonderful sound of windows.

When it was set up, I plugged my camera’s memory card in, transporting all my pictures onto the computer in a file. I cleared the card, and placed it back into my camera with a smile, now I could take more photos of Alec. I bit my lip as my eyes scanned over the email bar, wondering how long it took my friends to get over my disappearance.

I breathed in deeply, “They aren’t looking for you Em, get over it.” I muttered to myself and opened up youtube, typing in some classical music and laying down, allowing my eyes to close as I listened to Bach and Mozart.

“Little dove…” A voice called from the darkness, then I was being shook. I opened my eyes to see Alec leaning over me, sitting on the bed. Music was still playing, this weird song called ‘A witch's Brew’ with eere flutes and such. I paused the video and smiled warmly at Alec.

“Thank you,” I said softly, “For everything.” I was still lying down, curled up and looking at him as he smiled. It wasn’t a loose smile, like those ones you give when you get a present and you forgot to get one for the other person. It was...warm, and it reached his eyes, making eyes squint and very light crow's feet appear in the corners of his eyes. It captivated me, seeing him give me such a smile. Knowing it was me, that did that.

“I want you happy.” He stated truthfully, before looking into my eyes.

“What?” I ask with a laugh, a light blush warming my cheeks as he continued to stare.

“There’s a ball soon, and I wanted to know if you would like to attend.” He stands and rounds the bed to walk towards his dresser, and leans against it. “My masters would love to see you there, but if you feel uncomfortable by it, I won’t force you.”

I sit up and shake my head, “I like parties...but I can’t dance.”

Alec smirked, “I can teach you.”

Chapter 15

“Alec, I feel silly.” I mutter, looking down at the black dress he had me wear, something other than his shirts, and he had even gotten Rachel to come take my shoe size and get me heels to learn to dance in. “I, I am not a dancer.” I stopped when he laughed, coming towards me after hitting the play button, the music started with a some soft tune, a cello or violin, I wasn’t sure.

Alec put a hand at my waist, and I gasped as he pulled me close. “Put your hand in mine, and the other on my shoulder.” I shakily did as told, looking up into his face as my heart hammered in my chest. “Relax, dove.” His charming smile and amused tone made me flush, and I nodded my head.

“Okay, um...what do I do?” I asked, “Are we waltzing?”

“Yes,” Alec nodded and I took a deep breath.

“I’m gunna fall.”

Alec chuckled, “I will catch you.”

We moved slow at first, obviously out of step with the music, but as we progressed in the box step, and he saw that I was getting the hang of matching his strides, he sped us up to the music. I never looked away from his eyes, the music flooding my ears as my heart beat fast. He spun me around, then I gasped as he dipped me. I clutched onto his sleeve, staring up at him in shock, as he grinned down at me.

“You’re a natural.”

“Thank you…” I spoke as he let me back up and kissed my hand.

He looked up at me, a serious but vague expression. He got this odd look, something that I can’t place. He pulled me gently towards him, his free hand coming to cup my cheek. His skin was cold, as usual, and it made me shiver as his fingers threaded in my hair. My chest was flush with his, and I rested a hand on his arm, the other still clasped in his.

He leaned in, his forehead touching mine as he gazed deep into my eyes.

My heart pounded in my ears, my stomach swirling in excitement. This was it, he was going to kiss me. He breathed in deeply, his eyes suddenly going black and he backed away with a growl and stormed from the room. My vision blurred as I tried to control my breathing, he rejected me and now I feel like such a fool.

-Day of the Party-

“Alec!” Jane speaks as soon as she opened the doors to the throne room. The small sixteen year old, frozen in time, scowls at her brother who stood behind Caius’s chair. “What is the meaning of this?”

The three masters looked on in confusion at the two twins, one looked ready to kill while the other held a charming smile.

“Dear sister,” Alec walked forward a little, his hands in his pockets as he tilted his head in mock confusion. “I’m not quite sure why you’re upset.”

“Don’t play coy with me Alec! I was just informed I have to help YOUR human get ready for the party!” Jane glowered at him, her bright eyes unblinking as Aro and Caius shared smiles. “She’s not my charge, why don’t you get her ready for the ball?”

“I thought it’d be good for you,” Alec shrugs and gives her a smirk, “you seem so down lately, I figured some girl time would suffice.”

Jane gave him a deadly look, before she suddenly got this surprised and amused look on her face.

“You don’t want to be around her.” She began, making Alec glare at her, her lips pulled at the corners. She looked proud of herself, “You love her.” She teased, not meaning one word of it and as she gave a laugh, she missed the looks on the leader’s faces.

“Alec,” Aro put in, looking at the boy with a indifferent expression. “Will you go check on the party? Then make sure all the invitations have been sent.”

“Yes, Master.” Alec was gone after that, leaving Jane with a narrowed look.

“The rest of you may leave,” Aro commanded as he looked at Jane like a father who was about to scold his daughter. Jane stayed still, knowing she wasn’t meant to leave. “Jane,” Aro began as everyone was out of the room. “You know why I chose Alec?”

“Because of his gift,” Jane states, keeping her head high and voice even. “He is powerful, and loyal, he wouldn’t turn you down.”

Aro smiles, “Very good Jane.” He shifted in his position, “But…” Jane furrowed her brow, confusion written on her face. “When I told him to choose, it was because I knew he wouldn’t pick just anyone.”

Jane’s eyes flashed, “His mate.”

“Precisely.” Aro nods, “Alec is different however, he does not know these feelings he will harvest for her as of yet. Since his transformation, he’s despised all human life and anything but you I suppose.” Aro commented, not really sure if he was getting his point across from the narrowed eyes of Jane. “Emberly is his mate, but the life Alec has lived has dulled his emotions my girl.”

“So you're saying he doesn’t know how to love?”

“He can, and he will learn.” Aro replies, blinking with a small smile at his lips. “Emberly’s his La Tua Cantante.”

“How can he control himself then?” Jane inquires, wanting to snort and tell them they are wrong but she refrains.

“Everyone’s La Tua Cantante is different my dear.” Aro explains, talking slowly and quietly, just incase someone from the hall would happen to hear. “Edward wanted to kill Bella at first, but then he grew to love and protect her instead. Some drain them dry before they even have a chance to know their names...and others have a different reaction.

Alec is possessive of her, doesn’t want to share her with anyone.” Aro’s voice drifts, as if he’s remembering something in a far off dream. “When he returned we saw her once, just to show us what she looked like. Then, he kept her away-just for himself. He lusts after her, wants her in every way I’m sure.” Aro gets an evil smile, thinking back to how vicious his prised guard is with a woman, and sometimes if Alec’s feeling up to it, a man. “Emberly brings out the predator in him. He’s able to control himself, but as of lately he’s not so sure.”

“I’ve notice he’s going out to feed more often.” Jane inputs with a nod, and then smiles. “So he’s falling in love?”

“Maybe, but he will for sure.” Aro then looks serious. “We mustn’t tell him, Jane dear.”

“I understand, Master.” Jane bows respectfully at Aro, then stands straight. “He’s not going to let her die, is he?” She says almost like a fact, but the twitch in her brow indicates it’s a question.

“I’m afraid he won’t, he’ll crumble under the thought of losing her.” Aro dismissed Jane and she turned on her heel, making her way to her brother’s chambers to get the girl ready for the damned party.

Jane walks right in, not bothering to knock, and doesn’t miss the sound of the shower turning off. As she closes the door, the bathroom opens and reveals Emberly in a fluff black towel, the human screams and holds her chest.

“Are you alright?” Jane questioned as the girl seemed to take deep breaths to calm her rapidly beating heart.

“No, I’m fine…” Emberly gave a weak smile, “You just startled me.”

“Alright, well I’m here to get you ready for the party.”

The girl’s eyebrows rose, “Um, not to be rude but who are you?”

“Jane,” She smiled, “Alec’s older twin sister.”

“He’s a twin?” Emberly asked as she walked towards Jane.

“Yes, now come with me.” Emberly flushed and looked down, her towel still securely around her body. “Don’t worry, no one will be in the halls.” She followed Jane down the hall and into a room just two doors down. “This is my room.”

-Emberly-

It was large and a lot brighter in here than Alec’s room. The walls were a creamy beige with a hint of peach, the walls had a light blue wallpaper design as well, complimenting the room in making it seem much larger than Alec’s. Her bed was similar, as it had a large canopy with light peach curtains, the inside of the canopy was a light baby blue though. She had a bench at the end of her bed, soft furs and fluffy pillows decorating that. A blue bench was sitting in between the bed and a peach couch that held blue pillows. She had a lot more furniture in here than Alec did, and I could tell instantly it was a girl’s room from the rather large collection of old dolls that were held in the open door to my right. She had a small room just for dolls; probably the most adorable and creepiest thing I’ve ever seen. She had a smaller window that Alec did, but she had a medium sized desk with books and papers stacked neatly beside one another, a rather old looking ink pen with a ink bottle. On the right side of the window was a large vanity, a very large and victorian looking mirror hung on the wall with gold trimming. On the other side of the window, was a small dresser.

“It’s a lovely room,” I compliment and turn to see her already at the vanity, waiting for me to stop staring at her room.

“Thank you, now come here.” Her voice is lighter in tone, as if she’s actually in a good mood. I’ve seen her before, in the large throne room with those three leader’s Alec calls ‘Masters’ and yet she’s never smiled. She always has a blank look or scowl on her face, but she’s always beautiful. I sit on the cushioned stool and she stands behind me, looking at me from the mirror.

“What types of stuff do you not like?”

“I don’t like bold looks...I usually go for the natural looks.” I say and she smiles.

“I love the bold look.” I look at her black eyeshadow, with her black winged eyeliner. It brings out her ruby red eyes.

She quickly started to apply my makeup.

“Jane?” She hummed in response, “Why am I here?” She stands straight up, looking at me with a frown as she holds a brush and contour kit.

“Why do you ask?” She tilts her head.

“Alec won’t tell me, and I’ve asked him a few times...he always avoids the question.” I look into her eyes, seeing a wave on confliction wash over her features before she gives me a smile.

“You don’t have to worry, nothing bad is going to happen to you here Emberly.” She patted my shoulder lightly with chilled fingers, “Now hold still and pucker your lips.”

She had done my makeup, and when she spun me around so I could see myself, I was in awe. I looked beautiful, with a natural contour, just to bring out my cheekbones, a light blush, and an ‘on fleek’ highlight. I had a soft red makeup as the base but then there was light gold on top, a dark red for my crease. Black mascara and no eyeliner. My lips had red lipstick and I felt a little weird as I don't usually wear lipstick.

“Now,” Jane says, and round me to get a brush, she started to brush my hair. “I have no idea why humans feel the need to change their hair.”

I laughed, “Because some people like to have different colors...I changed mine because I thought my natural hair didn't suit me.”

She looked at me, “You shouldn't change it again.” I laugh lightly, not really sure how to answer that. She brushed out my hair, and I noticed it had actually gotten a little bit longer. How long have I been here?

“What's the month?”

“July.”

“I've been here for five months?” I asked, and she nodded. I sat still as she started to braid and twist my hair. It was a beautiful job; my hair was braided into three pieces on the top which was then twisted into a large bun. Then, the rest of my hair was down in natural waves that reached my mid back.

“It's beautiful,” I say quietly, sending her a smile through the mirror. “Thank you Jane.”

She nods, though as she turns I see a proud look in her eyes, her head held high as she picked up something that was hanging over a set of three screens to change behind...what in the world were they called? I stand and gasp when I see the dress she's holding out to me.

“Here you are.”

It's red, a deep rich color, like the darkest roses you can think of. It was lace around the top, and it fell off the shoulder to long sleeves.

“It's…” I couldn't even put words into my mouth about how gorgeous it looked. “I can't wear that.” I shake my head, not even wanting to know how much it cost.

“Yes, you will.” Jane stated and comes towards me, “Alec didn't have this specifically made for nothing.”

“It was made for me?” My eyes were wide with shock, and I heard an angelic chime, she was laughing at me.

“Of course.” Jane smirked, “Only the best would do, you should have seen the others he turned down; said they weren't good enough.”

“He-I…” I couldn't think of what to say. I took the dress and she helped me into it, the dress fit perfectly and I wondered when he got my measurements.

“Beautiful.” Jane says stepping back and I look up at her.

“Really?”

“Yes.” She turns and walks to her mirror, “Now, sit there and don’t ruin my job.” She looked at me with a deadly glare, “Or I’ll hurt you.”

I sat there, quietly as Jane did her makeup and hair. She finished; her makeup a black eyeshadow with winged eyeliner. Her lips were red, and it looked weird to see her hair down. Her blond hair was long and reached to her bottom. It was stick straight, but she took some strands around her temples and braided them, pinning them around her head sort of like a headband. Her dress was black and long, like mine, but she did not have sleeves. Instead, the lace around the top was close around her neck, like a tight collar.

“What time is it?”

“About seven.” Jane answered, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. “Guests are starting to arrive.”

Just then, when I was about to ask where Alec was, there was a knock at the door.

“Jane?” Alec’s voice came through the cracked door, then he poked his head in and looked at Jane who was standing in front of me.

“Brother.” She addressed, walking past him like a model on the runway and out the door.

I shuffled and looked at him, twiddling my fingers as I flushed under his gaze. He was just standing there, looking at me, and I wondered if I looked terrible.

“I knew that was the dress for you.” He commented, walking towards me. It was then that I saw he was dressed in a black suit. He had a dark red shirt, with a dark grey vest with black buttons, it was snug around his torso, and his pants were black as well. His jacket was black and had small black cufflinks on his red shirt and black jacket sleeves. He looked wonderful.

“You look very nice as well.” I flushed, feeling embarrassed that I just did that. I stopped my awkward laughing as his cool fingertips gently pressed under my jaw and lifted my face to meet his.

“Before we leave to join the party,” Alec’s voice was soft, almost far away as my eyes fluttered to his lips. “I have rules for you.” His lips, so soft and looks like a deep pink color, and looked like pedals. I pictured myself touching them, running my finger over his cupid's bow and the plump dip of his bottom lip, in between the place where his chin and bottom lip meet.

“Are you listening to me?” I blinked, stepping back and meeting his eyes. They were bright red, sticking out with his black suit.

“Uh...no.” I shook my head, “I wasn’t, I’m sorry-you were saying?”

“You will not speak unless spoken to; even if you are spoken to, you will look to me for permission.” He walked forwards, backing me into one of the posts on Jane’s bed. His cold hand was flush against my throat, but he wasn’t choking me, just applying pressure, igniting my skin on fire. “You will not leave my side, unless I tell you to stay put until my return.”

“Am I allowed to talk to you?”

Alec furrowed his brow, “Yes, only me.”

“Alec!” I jumped, looking at the doorway to see an unimpressed Jane, hands on her hips as she gave Alec a sassy look. “Hurry up, the others are waiting.” She was suddenly gone, and Alec backed away, giving me a deadly look.

“You mess this up, you will never see the light of day.” I nod, swallowing the lump building in my throat, but another seemed to be setting in. I took his arm, as he held it out for me like a true gent. We walked down the hall, towards where I assume the party was being held. I wasn’t wearing very high heels, but I felt like I was going to fall on my face at any moment.

I gripped his jacket tighter, biting my lip as we neared the door. My heart was pounding wildly, and I felt like I might throw up. Alec paused, looking at me before pushing the large doors open. We came in through a small entrance, not the main where two finely dressed men in long coats were standing like frozen statues. People showed them invitations and then walked on in.

I let a small gasp leave my mouth as I looked around the room.

It was glorious.

The ceiling was unbelievably high, with gold trim and what I would describe as a little greek or so, designs that were embedded deep into the gold. The walls were a pearl white, and Alec and I stood between two large columns that arched beautifully, golden pictures lining the walls. There were dozens of golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and I felt a small smile form on my lips as I heard a familiar tune.

“This...is Sleeping Beauty?” I look at Alec, confused as to have something from a disney movie, but then again, it is a waltz. “Not that Tchaikovsky isn’t great…”

Alec gives me a smirk, “The secretary was the one to put together the music, she also got the orchestra as well.” I look to where he nodded to, seeing a rather large orchestra playing on some sort of stage area, people dressed to perfection as they had stools of sheet music in front of them.

“Come,” Alec started to pull me gently to our left, towards three men sitting on large thrones. Those three from before. Aro, I believe his name was, the one in the middle. Alec’s masters. “We must greet the masters.” I follow him, my steps light as I hold my dress up with my right hand, as my other is still in Alec’s arm.

“Ah!” Aro stool, dressed in a pure black suit. He looked slim in it, as black usually makes others look slim and fit, hut what caught me was the short cape like piece that clipped at his shoulders with black metal clippings. It stopped just around his rear, flowing gracefully as he stepped towards us. “Alec, and Emberly.” He smiled warmly, looking at both of us as Alec bowed slightly, looking into his master’s eyes as he stood tall. “You look lovely, pure beauty-Emberly.”

I looked at Alec, and he gave a single nod with an approving smile.

I turned to Aro, “Thank you.” I gave him a polite smile, feeling a soft blush rise to my neck.

Aro grinned cheekily down at me, dimples showing in his chalky white cheeks. “I hope you enjoy our ball, it’s been awhile since our last.” Aro turned to Alec and I let my eyes travel around, seeing a mass of unfamiliar faces. Alec pulled me around, introducing me to what I assumed was friends or at least acquaintances to Aro and the other two.

I met a set of sisters, not twins, but they seemed close in characteristics to be confused as so. Nell and Unica; both with shimmering red eyes and rustic looking brown hair. They were tall, a little taller than Alec, but very skinny builds to them. They wore black dresses, but they were different. Nell wore a long black dress that was almost like a mermaid design-but didn’t have the frillies around the bottom half of her legs-with long fitting sleeves. Her chest area was cut out and riddled with silver stones and diamonds, beautifully shaping around her neck and accenting her angular shoulders, she also complimented her face shape by wearing her hair up with dangly silver earrings.

Unica; however, seemed to be more refined yet bold in her dressing-while Nell seemed a little more guaddy. Unica had the same shape of dress, with the mermaid look-no frill-and long sleeves, but she had no diamonds littering her chest. Starting from her neck, she had what I would describe as silver snowflake like diamonds falling around the outside of her bust and stopping at the end of her rib cage. She also wore a long cape like thing like Aro, but hers fell around her ankles, and it made her seem older and more mature with the same hairstyle with large stud earrings.

They ignored me, which I wasn’t bothered by, as I could hardly understand their thick russian accents. They spoke to Alec in quick sentences, and I was sure they were speaking russian, until he replied with a simple sentence, ‘No, thank you.’ and we moved on.

“Stay here.” I didn’t get a chance to say anything else, as Alec was suddenly gone and I couldn’t find him in the crowd. Red eyed guests were conversing everywhere, making me uncomfortable as it seemed I was the only one with normal eye coloring. They weren’t human, but I was. It was then that I took notice of their equally pale skin, and beautiful looks.

I jumped as I heard a small ‘Hello’ from beside me. I turned to see a largely built man, with a giant smile, and yellow eyes. Or gold? It didn’t seem right, the coloring. He was freakishly pale, like the rest of them, with handsome features, yet his eyes were yellowish instead of the ruby.

His smile was charming, and I would have for sure been a victim to his manliness, wanting to meet his mother and probably think of having his children-if I was any other girl. I moved away from him slightly, both scared and unsure of whether or not I should answer him. My head screamed no, but what would he do if I didn’t? Tell Alec I was a rude girl and maybe Alec would be angry? He said to be on my best behavior-okay, he didn’t but I don’t want another beating.

“Emmett! You’re scaring the poor thing.” A blond woman walked up and held a hand on his chest, above his heart. She smiled at me, leaning into the man’s side. It seemed she was marking her territory, as if saying- ‘I’ll play nice but he’s mine’ kinda thing. “Sorry about him-” She frowned deeply, turning to the man called Emmett and whispering loudly. “Why is there a human here?” Emmett was about to answer when Carlisle, who I instantly recognized, walked over with a beautiful woman on his arm. The woman was motherly, with dark auburn hair curled and hanging loosely off her shoulders; a soft pink gown clung to her figure and I was a little self conscious standing beside her and Rose. Rose’s long blond hair was braided to what I could only relate to as Elsa’s from Frozen, though her hair was longer and thicker. She had white pearls in her hair, matching the baby blue dress with crystal looking diamonds embedded around the neck and into the sleeves.

“Rose, this is Emberly.” Carlisle, who wore a black suit with a pink shirt, sent a friendly smile towards me, “It’s wonderful to see you again, doing well I suppose?” I was about to answer, but closed my mouth at the last second, not a sound escaped my throat. Where was Alec?

“Carlisle, who’s this?” Another, unfamiliar voice spoke up and I turned to see a slim young man with a young girl on his arm, another girl and boy following behind them. The man who spoke was tall and slim, with dark brown hair with a bit of a bronze look to his ends. He didn’t have facial hair, like Emmett and Carlisle, and wore a black suit with a little bit of a 20’s vibe to it. The young woman, barely over the age of eighteen, had long dark chocolate brown hair that was pinned into a bun. She wore little make up, going for a natural look that suited her perfectly. She wore a dark blue dress, oddly plain but very formal and elegant. The girl beside her, wore a bright red dress. She held features of both the man and woman beside her, leading me to believe they were her parents. But what bothered me was her eyes were a dark brown, not yellow like the others. The boy beside her was native, clearly from his tanned skin and dark hair and eyes. He was human, judging by his eyes as well. He had a black suit with a red tie, matching the girl’s dress perfectly.

“This is Emberly,” Carlisle answered, then turned towards me. “Emberly, I would like you to meet some members of my family. My wife, Esme. My sons, Emmett and Edward. My daughters, Rosalie and Bella. This is Bella and Edward’s daughter, Renesmee, and this is Jacob.” I gave them smiles, unsure if I should just say screw it and speak or not.

I flinched as I felt a cool hand wrap around my waist, I knew it was Alec, but I turned to look at him anyways. I raised my eyebrows, and he smiled down at me.

“You may speak.”

I turned to them, “It’s wonderful to meet you, Carlisle told me much about you when he visited me.”

“I hope the medication is working.”

“Perfectly.” I state, feeling Alec pull me into his side. I turned to look at him, only to see he was glaring ahead, at Edward who shared a similar look.

“Excuse us.” Alec growled, pulling me away from Carlisle’s family.

I turned away, only to hear Edward say, “How could they do this to her?” I was confused, greatly confused, but let it pass as Alec suddenly pulled me onto the dance floor.

I blushed heavily, looking up at Alec as a new song started.

“Just follow me, little dove.” I nodded, holding my breath as he pulled me closer, hand holding mine as the other rested at my back. We started our steps, and I followed him like we practiced. It was silent between us, only for a while until I looked up and saw he was already staring at me.

He spun me around, and I gasped when he pulled me back sooner than I was expecting, but I settled into the steps comfortably, gazing into his eyes as we swayed and turned with the music.

The Ball Part 2, Chapter 15

-Third person-

Emberly and Alec danced together for a while, until Emberly finally said she needed a rest, feeling quite dizzy with all the turning and such. She stood by a pillar, feeling a little hot as she tried to keep her heart and breathing even. Alec had vanished, claiming he had to speak with his Master before she could even say ‘okay’. She stood alone, looking at the couples dancing and laughing as they twirled. It was almost like a fairy tail, as if she was in some kind of dream.

“Well hello.” Emberly jumped, backing away from the strikingly good looking man who suddenly rounded the pillar and came into her view. He followed her as she backed up, invading her personal space as she tried to create some distance. His eyes were a dark red, almost black color as he grinned down at her like a shark. “I’m Cain.” Emberly bit her lip, trying to back up, but he followed, making her heart beat faster with fear. Her eyes searched for Alec, but his dark hair wasn’t seen.

Emberly was suddenly not in the ballroom, but outside in a dimly lit hall. The music was still audible, meaning she was still close to Alec.

“I wonder what they see in you.”

“Get away from me.” She barely says before he’s got her thrown against the wall, holding her tight at her arms, his grip bruising her and stopping the circulation to the rest of her arms. “Stop!” She yelped, wincing as he clutched her tighter. He growled as he buried his face into her neck, breathing in deeply.

“You smell amazing Darl,” It was then that she realized the man before her, the monster, was Australian. “Probably been bit by that little runt already…” His shaggy blond hair tickled her cheek, and Emberly whimpered weakly as his tongue ran along the curve of her neck and shoulder. “So ripe…”

“Stop-” She hiccuped, feeling tears run down under her chin and onto her neck. “What are you doing?” She asked as he nipped her skin, seeing blood rush to the surface.

“Shh,” He gripped her tighter. “It’ll all be over soon.”

“Alec!” She screamed, crying out before she was cut off, a ice cold hand over her mouth. The doors they were near flew open and Alec was suddenly right next to them, gripping the stranger's neck and throwing him off of her. Emberly fell to the floor in a heap of sobs, holding her neck as she watched Alec pull the man’s head clear off. It cracked and crunched like breaking glass, his head bounced to her legs, his eyes rolling lifelessly up into his skull. She screamed and batted it away, looking up at Alec who was glaring down at her.

He took her arm before she could say anything, dragging her at light speed before throwing her into his room, slamming the door behind him as he stalked forward.

“Alec!” Emberly cried, holding out her hand, “Wait!” Her eyes widened as he started to unclasp his belt, pulling it out of his pant loops easily with one jerk. His eyes were dark and menacing, but he looked emotionless. He wasn’t snarling, or glaring, but just staring at her with wide eyes. “Please! He dragged me off, I couldn’t fight him!” She continued to back away, until her back hit the side of the bed, and she couldn’t go anywhere else.

“Alec,” Emberly trembled, pleading eyes looking into his face. “He-” She choked on her sobs, and Alec was reminded of how ugly humans were when they cried. “He was going-going to kill me…”

“Stand up.” He commanded, and she cried harder. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He rolled his eyes, giving her a once over. She had messy hair, smeared eye makeup, and her red lipstick was smudged. “Did he kiss you?”

Emberly shook her head, “No, he bit me…”

Alec moved her to sit on the bed, “Can I see?” He moved before she answered, gently tilting her head to the side and peering at her neck. A small red spot was framed by deep teeth marks, almost enough to break the skin. Alec growled, leaning down and attacking her neck with his mouth. She gasped and tried to pull away, only to have him push her down into the mattress of his bed. He caged her in with his arms, holding her still as he kissed and licked over the other’s bite.

“You’re mine.”

#alec #Alec voturi #jane #aro #marcus #caius #volturi #Carlisle #esme #edward #cullens #twilight #bella #Renesemee #jacob #emmett #rose #fanfiction #fanfic

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justkpopstuffinmyhead · 7 years ago

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Luhan- The one out of Billions ♥ [Part 2]

Member: Former Exo Member Luhan

Pairing: Idol!Luhan & You

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2,356

Summary: People rarely have the chance to find their soulmate, but it looks like you just met yours. Your one out of Billions. And he just might be your Bias as well.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Back at home I open my Tumblr, prepared to write something for the other Exo-Ls, but then stop myself. 'No. Although they'd hate me if they'd know. . But I can't to this. They spent private time with me. I don't want to disappoint them by telling everyone online about it.' So I just take my diary and sum up the entire day. 'This has to be a dream.' I tell myself over and over again. My fantasy is finally making me go crazy. I look at the pictures on my phone again and smile stupidly. “It's real” I whisper to myself and start putting my schoolbooks into another bag. I don't want to risk losing the signed bag. Although I'd love to show it around. Later that evening, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

After meeting them I started studying harder and harder and harder. Of course, my sleep suffered a bit from it, but that was no problem. On the days of my finals I saw the paper and didn't look at the first question with fear. Suddenly all the questions were easy and I answered all of them quickly. After the last final, I went home with the plan to nap for one or two hours to catch up on the sleep I missed because of the stress and studying. I've had trouble falling asleep for the last few weeks, but it's probably due to the stress I've had in school. I've always had trouble falling asleep because my head tends to be busy whenever I want to fall asleep. Currently it's filled with pictures of 12 guys, but one of them is part of my dreams more often than the rest. My heart has also been heavy throughout the last two weeks but I still don't know why. 'Maybe because I avoided tumblr and my fangirling-life' I think jokingly and turn on my computer. My tumblr-dashbord is full of Exo, as always. Subconsciously I type HIS name into the search field. His eyes have been following me in my sleep and when I see how they look like right now, I feel my heart breaking. More and more pictures and posts pop up:

“Luhan seems really unhappy”

“What happened to Luhan? He lost weight in the last two weeks”

“Luhan looks tired. I hope he takes good care of himself”

Thousands of pictures of him being grumpy and moody during interviews and him making mistakes during concerts, which already resulted in him falling and hurting himself. Is it because of our meeting? Is that why he's being so weird. 'No. Don't be silly. ‘but. . I mean that was two weeks ago and ever since then he doesn't seem to be himself anymore. I chew my lower lip and start looking up interviews with subtitles. The other fan girls are right. He looks unhappy and annoyed. 'What happened in those 2 weeks' I wonder and look at more and more pictures and posts of him. I shake my head and turn off my computer. Then I cuddle into my bed and close my eyes tightly. This is the first time in forever that I fall asleep just a few moments after my head hits the pillow

I wake up at around 8 pm and already know that my sleeping schedule is completely messed up now. 'This will be a long night on tumblr.' I think to myself and get myself a bowl of cereal. My mum is at her boyfriends house and my sister moved out just a few weeks ago. Back at my computer I see that there is a new post of Luhan on tumblr. I scroll down and see that the same gifs are all over my dashboard.

It's him, with Lay, Suho and Kai. Luhan has a mic in his hand, his hands are shaking. The movement of his mouth is telling me that he's speaking English. I squint my eyes and start reading. “I hope you'll see this. We met two weeks ago. And I can't get you out of my head:” He takes a deep breath. 'Is he talking about me?' “I-If you feel the same. We're looking for you. I remember your name. And you mentioned that you are on tumblr.” he chuckles carefully, as if the thought amuses him. “I'll just ask you to write your name in the tags.” His voice is shaking and he takes a deep breath. Again. But this time he doesn't say a thing. Suho takes over the mic and immediately slips into his leader role. “Please. If you remember us, help us find you. Somehow. We signed your Exo backpack. If you have a backpack at home, personally signed by all 12 member, please contact us.” This is not what I expected. “Are they talking about me?” I whisper and feel myself blush. No they're not. I mean. I'm just an ordinary girl.. My hands are shaking slightly as I open a new post on tumblr. “It's worth a try, right?” I simply put the picture of Luhan and me in there. I don't choose the one where he looks at the camera, but the one where he looks at me and write 'Are you looking for me?'.Those are the only words I add to the picture. I quickly check if I put my name on the picture, so people don't misuse it. My only tag is my name. Nothing more.. 'I will keep this picture up till tomorrow morning' I tell myself 'and if I don't get a message by then, I'm not the one he's looking for.'

I try to distract myself by playing a video game, but my head always returns to Luhan, so I stop after three hours and check my Tumblr. 10 000 notes on my picture. I check again and it turns out that this is real. People are going crazy sharing the picture. I go to my twitter and see the hashtag #findlulussecretgirl. My picture is all over twitter, as well as my twitter name. I see that there are a few messages in my inbox. One immediately catches my eye. “If it's you, please add me on skype.” And a weird name, consisting of letters and random numbers. I immediately add the person, my hands shivering. “What if it's Luhan?” I mutter and take a look in the mirror. I quickly smooth my hair an put on a T-shirt and jeans. “okay. You can do this.” I press call and the call gets answered immediately. I feel disappointment when two middle-aged men answer the call. I see their face and quickly cover my camera. They are saying something in Korean and I know that it isn't directed towards me. I can hear a soft and tired voice from outside the camera saying something in Korean. Then the same voice says something in English “Please show me your face again.” I carefully remove my hand from the camera and look straight into the lens. I hear a relieved sigh from the other side of the screen and see the old men leave. Curiously I wait for the owner of the voice to show himself and can't believe my eyes when a slightly sweaty Luhan sits down. “No” I whisper and look at him. “A-Am I not what you expected?” He looks hurt and insecure. I quickly shake my head. “I just can't believe it's you. You're looking. . For me ?” His tired face relaxes. It looks slimmer than two weeks ago and his eyes lost their sparkle. “You look tired” I whisper and he yawns like a little kitten. “I know. I am tired. ” His voice is nervous, as if he's scared to say something wrong. We are both quiet. “Maybe you should go to bed” I suggest “I don't know what time it is in Korea, but it's 10 pm here.” He looks at me in panic. “No No. It's afternoon here. I just can't sleep and we have practice right now eitherway.” he shrugs as if everything seems irrelevant to him. “Does that mean you're missing practice?” He nods and looks at me intensely. It's the first time since we started the call that I can see a glimpse of the Luhan I saw in the restaurant. The man who was staring at me intensely with his shining deer-like eyes. “We can still talk tomorrow. I mean it seems like you waited for me for 2 weeks. You can wait another few days.”

"No No No. The guys are happy that I finally found you. I've been a little moody lately." He laughs carefully "How did your exams go?" He looks at me and curiously smiles. He still looks really tired and exhausted, but it seems like he's happier. "Okay. After you left, I started studying and it turned out really well." I tell him and he seems content. "That's amazing." His eyes sparkle. "So. . " I look at him. "Why are you looking for me?" He bites his lip and looks at me "I want to tell you personally. Can you come to Korea?" He looks at me hopefully and I smile a little sadly "I don't think so. I kinda have no money to go there. The plane ticket is really expensive." He sighs and rubs his forehead. "I could pay for the ticket?" He smiles hopefully. "I would love to come back to Y/C, but our schedule is quite tight currently, so I don't really have time to travel. We have to practice everyday."

“If that's the case it doesn't make sense if I'd come. I mean. You'd have no time for me and I don't know anyone in Seoul.”

“You could watch our practice. I bet we would dance a million times better if a cute girl like you was watching.” He winks and I giggle wholeheartedly.

“Well. Maybe. But still. I can't watch your practice the entire day. Please just tell me what you have to say.” I whine and pout adorably

“Well. I don't know if it feels the same to you, but to me it was. Terrible to stay away from you.” He looks at the keyboard and I pull my hand through my hair. “And I think maybe. . That we're each others destined. . ” He adds and leaves me surprised. “Destined?” I ask and he nods again. “Wow. I. . I definitely felt a pull. And that I missed you. But I thought I was being silly. Now it makes sense.” I smile and look at my phone. It lights up and reveals a picture of Luhan.

“By the way. Do you have a messenger on your phone or something. I usually don't use Skype. So we wouldn't be able to talk a lot.” I frown and he looks at his phone. “I have Kakaotalk. But I don't think it's very popular in Europe.” Now he's frowning, while my face lights up. “I have Kakao. My name is Y/N/N the Kitten. Don't ask please.” I giggle and blush. He smiles while he type on his phone and a few minutes later I receive a message.

“Is this you?” He asks. I quickly rename him a 'Luhan' and nod at him. “Yeah it's me” His smile makes me really happy. After seeing those pictures on Tumblr I worried about him a lot. “So you won't tell me why you were looking for me until we meet in person again?” I pout and he laughs a little. “N. . ”He suddenly gets interrupted by the door being slammed open. I hear excited chatter. “HE LAUGHS !” That's definitely Tao. “Whoa. He does laugh!” and that's Lay. His English is a little shaky, as if he doesn't use it a lot. Suddenly there isn't only one head on the screen, but 12. Well some of them are only half there or are covered. I wave shyly and the all go crazy. “IT'S HER IT'S HER!” Baekhyun and Chanyeol chant and Chen joins in. The boys are surprisingly well rested. I look at Luhan, who seems kind of annoyed by them being there. He rolls his eyes and takes his phone. “They probably won't leave. Can we skype again sometime. Just the two of us?” I receive the message and read it and my cheeks start hurting because of how wide my smile is. “WHAT ARE YOU TELLING HER?!” It's Tao, who tries to grab Luhan's phone but Luhan only puts it into the pocket of his pants. “Yes or No?” I look at him and smile. “Of course!” I nearly scream it and the boys laugh, except Luhan who smiles happily. As if he's a kid and I just told him that we'll get a kitten AND that I'll buy him the new Nintendo console. Suho pushes himself into the centre and looks over Luhan's shoulder. “Is it okay If we take him back to practice? It doesn't really make sense if we learn the choreography without him.” I nod and look at Luhan “I told him that he should go back to practice, but he said that It was okay if he stayed. I'm sorry.” I explain to Exo's leader and he just laughs it away. “It's fine. I'm just glad that he found you. Without you he was really annoying.” He answered “HE MESSED UP THE ENTIRE TIME” I recognise Sehun's voice immediately. “But I don't want to leave!” Luhan tires to convince the others by doing aegyo but it doesn't work, they all just start laughing and pull him away from the screen. Suho stays after the door closes. “Thank you. We'll bring him back in one. I promise.” I laugh as he disconnects the call.

“He WAS looking for me.” I whisper and my heart seems to jump out of my chest. “I should say thank you on Tumblr. I mean. It's partly because of them that he found me.” I mumble to myself and open another entry.

Thank you all

He was looking for me.♥

I press send and smile happily. Suddenly my phone chimes. “You've been added to a group” 'Wait what. Only 4 or 5 people have my Kakao ID.' I look at the group. “Chanyeol. Baekhyun. Lay. Kai.” I read the names carefully. It's basically the 12 members plus me.

“Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N” “Y/N”.

That's the entire chat until now. Just my name. I giggle quietly.

“You have to practice!” I add an angry smiley and a cat smiley and press send than I switch to Luhan's chat and write “They stole your phone? :D” He answers with a sad smiley and a heart “Don't be mad.” I have to smile. Why would I be mad? I mean millions of girls would kill for that group chat. It's okay. By the way. . I like your picture.” It's the one of him and me. The one I posted on Tumblr. “Thank you. I also like it.” he agrees and then sends me a heart smiley again. ”I have to leave. The boys are being annoying again. Will you go to bed soon?” “I don't really know. I napped and kinda ended up sleeping for 5 hours. :( So I'll probably stay awake until 1 or 2 am my time.” “We'll still practice then. :/ Write me as soon as you wake up. Good night. ♥” My heart jumps and I giggle to myself stupidly. “I will. Be careful. (: ” I close the app and lay on my bed. 'Luhan likes me.' I end up reading, trying to stay awake long enough for him to send me a message again, but I just end up falling asleep with the book on my face.

#LuHan #lu #luhannie #I LOVE LUHAN #exo luhan #luhan scenarios #luhan story #luhan scenario #one out of billions #more tags to come

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thelocalshooter · 5 years ago

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The Local Shooter Vs. Scrappy Flako

(LS) Goodmorning and thank you for being apart of this great come up, for the people who don’t know by now we got Scrappy Flako today, can you go ahead and tell us a bit about yourself? What do you do? Where are you from?

(SF) Hi, thank you for putting me on, I’m Ivan Munoz, but you can call me Scrappy Flako. I do a podcast here in Phoenix where I interview local creatives that do music, photography, videos, etc. Any art of form is welcome on my podcast where we can discuss and learn from each other. I also model and I’m just an overall creative dude that likes to try something new. I was born in Phoenix, but after kindergarten I moved to Yuma then came back to Phoenix after freshman year of high school. So Phoenix and Yuma are a part of me.

(LS) How do you juggle being a producer, a rapper and also a talk show host all in one? Like do you decide when you wake up which one you’re gonna focus on more that day or how do you choose?

(SF) I don’t really consider myself a rapper and/or producer only because I know people take those careers way more seriously than me and are better than me too. I’d say my beats are still amateurish at best, and I rap just have fun on beat. Which is why I’m making Food City Gang. A fun project that people can enjoy and laugh at the dumb bars I spit out. I definitely prioritize the podcast first because it’s the reason why people follow me and it makes me happy that everyone is interested in this passion project that’s becoming something more than what it is. So I give it the attention and care it deserves because the podcast has brought me a lot of beautiful people in my life.

(LS) What came first for you music or YouTube?

(SF) I think Youtube came first. When I was in middle school I’d always watch Smosh, FreddieWong, or even flash animations that were funny as hell. My first videos from middle school are still on my channel, alongside the podcast videos, and leave it as a memory so people can see I’m still that kid with dreams.

(LS) You’re very open with your musical side, you’ve dropped a couple bangers in my opinion, and also you recently played your beat tape which was fire on your live stream! When did you start getting into that side of the creative lane?

(SF) I’ve always been into music. I picked up guitar when I was in middle school as well and I learn a lot of metal songs, video game songs, and anime theme songs too. Time went on and I just explored other genres of music, then started falling in love with rap beats. Especially lofi and boom bap because I just love the drums and jazz chord progressions. The community here in AZ is really supportive, and I’ve always been really shy about my creative side but now I’m being more open about my stuff, even towards people I meet in public. I would just keep to friends and that’s it.

(LS) As far as the “Scrappy Flako Talk Show” you have been growing very rapidly and have had some remarkable talent on there like Saiah, SirenSings, Pariah Pete & More! How and where did you get the idea to start a podcast in your moms house?

(SF) So I actually pitched the idea to Pariah Pete to interview him. Pete and I used to work together at Chipotle and he would show me his music and I would fuck with it. Later on, he’d start doing shows and I would always go to them because it’s cool seeing a friend doing his passion and seeing him get the love he deserves, but even then I want people to know who Pete is and the other talented creative minds here in AZ. I’ve always had studio equipment in my room but I wasn’t doing anything with it. So when I saw podcasts like Joe Rogan or H3H3, I just said to myself “let’s use the equipment for podcasting and just have fun with it.” There was nothing to lose if I tried, but I did want it to be a good podcast that is presentable and somewhat professional. I made it into an “actual” podcast as much as I can, so when someone sees it they think “Oh hey this looks pretty legit. I’m interested.”

(LS) You’re currently in the midst of getting an office space? How is that for you? Does this mean your talk show is being taken to the next level or what’s the idea behind the office space?

(SF) The office is gonna bring so much to the table for me. I'm going to be able to do much in that office because of the space and also that it’s not in my mom’s house anymore. So anything goes in that office. The current podcast room was pretty small and I also want to interview bands or groups of people so that office is perfect for it. Of course, this is gonna take the podcast to a new level, but I’ll have a lot more creative freedom for myself and I’ll be doing other kinds of shows without having to worry about anything. The office is gonna be a creative space that’s gonna be like The Cave from Kenny Beats, but there’s gonna be more to it. Also, it’d give my mom peace of mind since strangers aren’t going to be in her house anymore.

(LS) What’s the next move for you Scrappy? More music? More streams? Another beat tape?

(SF) I’m gonna slow down and put the podcast on hiatus so I can get it ready for the office. I also need to do highlight clips for the podcast. Food City Gang Mixtape is in the works and it's gonna be me, my homie Angel Cabrera, and my other friend Ghost Diego who’s actually gonna be the beat producer for the project. As well as some features here and there. We’re gonna try to get it done by summer and we’re also going to make music videos for that project as well. We want to go all out on this project, but have fun with it and let everyone else enjoy it too. Maybe we can host a show at Trunk Space because I would love to see people moshing to BODIES. Other than that, I’m getting back into modeling so I gotta stay in shape and I’ll just have fun being creative.

(LS) Being a person who interviews many talents from the valley, what’s your take on the music scene in Arizona and what do you think it’s missing?

(SF) I think the AZ scene is fine the way it is. There’s a lot of love and support here and I don’t really see any hate or toxicity in the community. I think the scene just needs to keep growing, keep improving on their craft, and keep pushing as it is because we shouldn’t wait for labels, radio shows, or hand me downs when we are capable of forging our own career. It’s good that we’re making a name for ourselves and doing the things that make us happy. I fuck with some local talent more than the mainstream shit. I went to see Pete open for Doja Cat, not see Doja perform after Pete, you know? Good show though. I think what the scene needs is to still help each other out. I still feel like it’s a little bit of “every man for himself” mentality going on because people don’t want their ideas stolen, which is okay, but creative minds should try and lift each other up more. Feed off each other's energy and learn from it. What I do see a lot is artist’s personal friends and family don’t really care about their career, until they start making waves, but making waves can be hard when everyone is doing what you’re doing. So I try my best to show every artist the credit they deserve by at least checking out their music and maybe even shouting them out. Love like that can go a long way

(LS) What’s your main focus at the end of the day creative wise? Do you plan on taking music as serious as people think you want to or is simply a stress reliever? Is the talk show and YouTube your main passion?

(SF) The main focus is still the podcast and pushing it as far as I can. I’m gonna do different shows to showcase artists once I get that office. I appreciate the love that I get from the podcast and the amount of people who want to get on, but there’s gonna be other stuff that's gonna happen on the channel. This year for music, I’m gonna release Food City Gang and maybe I’ll make “serious” music after that project is done, but I probably won’t do shows like I have planned for Food City Gang.

(LS) Thank you again for being apart of this great come up! Is there anything you’d like to mention to the readers out here who want to know more about you? Or any links you wanna mention where they can check out your talk show or some of your beats?

(SF) Thank you again for putting me on here. This was fun to do actually. You guys can find me anywhere on social media or soundcloud. Just look for Scrappy Flako and you’ll see my icon with the bandanna and spiky hair. Scrappy Flako Talk Show is available everywhere like Spotify, Apple Podcast, etc. Not just Youtube, but if you want to see the artist face and mine then subscribe to SuperPug Productions. www.youtube.com/user/superpug64

Also you can support the podcast by subcribing for at least $1 a month on https://anchor.fm/scrappy-flako

And check out my merch at https://teespring.com/stores/scrappy-flako-shop

Feel free to hit me up with anything. You guys have yourself a damn good one.

The Local Shooter Vs. Scrappy Flako

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eggyoels · 7 years ago

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11 Questions Tag 💖

Rules:

Post the rules.

Answer the questions given to you by the tagger.

Write 11 questions of your own.

Tag 11 people. (if i tag you don’t worry about doing it or not!!! i understand that not everyone has time or has the motivation to do things like this!!)

i was tagged by @markiepoohismysunshine @glitterymin and @cuddletuan 💖💖💖 i’m putting it under read more because.... i have been putting this off and its a lot omg

questions by @cuddletuan

1) If you’re a book/fic, what would be your genre and alternate universe?

i think if i was any kind of book i might be like a self-help book??? i’d like to think i’m a supportive person who wants everyone to do their best tho sometimes it gets to the point that it’s probably annoying or obnoxious but!! if not that i would definitely be fantasy just because i usually have my head in the clouds a;sdkf

2) Best nuggets in the world?

dinosaur shaped nuggets.... obviously....

3) Do you have your own emergency stack of ramen?

a;lsdkjf;ads no i actually don’t eat much ramen but i have like five things of those microwave cup mac n cheese (triple cheese ofc) packs

4) What do you want to eat right now?

i’m feeling a little sick still but i’ve been absolutely craving a fish platter from sheetz

5) Oldest Korean song (from a Korean idol/group) you know by heart.

replay by shinee!!!! it’s still one of my favorite songs

6) Do you have any pets?

i have one golden retriever named sammy but he is at home and not with me in the dorms :(

7) What song are you listening to right now?

heaven by exo :’))

8) What do you think of Tumblr?

for some reason i can’t leave but at least it’s.... more calm than twitter....

9) Is there anything you want to wish when you meet the dragon Shenron of Dragon Ball?

i wish i could have all my homework just.... be done

10) Favorite Korean variety/reality show?

i really like weekly idol!!!! i feel like they do a good job of keeping things interesting

11) Say something about your ult bias.

UHM park chanyeol has ruined all other men for me

questions by @glitterymin

1) How did you realize your ult was your ult?

my youtube history turned entirely into like “chanyeol’s silliness” and “chanyeol aegyo” and “chanyeol is scared of everything” so like.... probably then

2) Nicest thing someone has done for you?

during the summer i had one night where i was just feeling... really terrible and anxious and i got sick due to my anxiety and even hit my head on the corner of the counter in the bathroom after. and like i honestly didn’t think that my friend group had noticed that i went missing because i told them i felt sick and left, but then after their group call ended at like 4am, i got one from my one friend, and he listened to me and let me cry over everything that i was worried about with no questions asked. as much as i think i’m an ugly crier, it soothes me to know that someone is there, even when it’s just over the phone, and i usually ask people if they need me to call them when they’re upset because i don’t want them to feel like they’re alone through this, you know? i think that’s probably the nicest thing someone’s done for me in a while.

3) Favorite movie?

now you see me is the best movie in existence don’t try to convince me otherwise

4) Handwriting or typed?

depends i think?? i generally like to handwrite notes because i feel like i remember the information better

5) Piercings?

i love piercings i want so many sdlk;fasd i have a septum, both my ears pierced, and two helix piercings in my right ear

6) Pet peeves?

loud breathing, chewing with your mouth open, obnoxiously loud music, etc

7) How did you discover kpop?

i was watching dance videos and lia kim did a cover to tt and i fell in love with the song!!! it went downhill from there

8) Describe the most recent dream you remember?

so basically somehow i died for a couple of days? i dont remember how but i woke up and my dad and brother were there?? and we had to keep these couple of kids from dying i think??

9) If you could change your birthday what would you change it to?

i really like when my birthday is but maybe a little more toward the end of the month since libras are more compatible with sag than virgos :(

10) Do you see yourself starting a family in the future?

yes!!!! i would really like to get married and have kids but like... not really have them more just like adopt and foster

11) Interesting fact about yourself.

i work at target!!!!

questions by @markiepoohismysunshine

1) What is our favorite quote from any songs of your fav group(girl or boy)?

YO NICE SKIRT NAREUL MIREO OLLIN MAUNDEU

2) If your life is a book or movie or drama, what would you name it (title)?

dave vs evad

3) Would you write a song, choreograph, or become a manager of your fav group?

manager!!!! i can’t dance or write songs but it would be cool to hang out with the boys and make sure they’re safe and on time you know?

4) Coffee, chocolate, tea, or water?

chocolate!!!!! or water but definitely chocolate

5) If you were to be in the situation like Madea’s Witness Protection movie and have to live with her, how long would you last?

i’ve never seen this movie but idk probably not very long bc i don’t like living with strangers

6) Which emoji do you usually use?

💖👀😇

7) Where would you go if you were given a plane ticket and your flight is leaving in 2 hours?

i’d really like to go to europe somewhere... maybe spain because i know spanish and i could actually figure out what’s going on... i really wanna go to cali too just bc i’ve never been anywhere near the west coast

8) *cont from Q #7 ... And who would you go with? One of your parents or siblings, best friend, or your ultimate bias?

i’d really like to go with the girl that i like because i feel like it’d be a good time ;lsakdj;ls if not her then definitely chanyeol definitely

9) Heights, deep water, insects, or reptiles?

i’m rlly scared of insects, but i like reptiles!!!!

10) If you could pick a director, actors, and actresses to direct and play your life, who would they be and why?

uhhhhh idk directors but i’d really like to be played by michael cera because i feel like he’d rlly be able to bring out my awkward and shy and sweet side!!!

11) Branded makeup or drugstore makeup?

a;lskdfj;lsd i don’t wear makeup

my questions!!!!!

1) Best ult bias hair?

2) If you could listen to one song for the rest of your life what would it be?

3) Favorite tv show/drama?

4) Salty foods or sweet foods?

5) One group you would give anything to see in concert?

6) What was the last video game you played?

7) If you could pick anywhere in the world, where would you like to live?

8) Bottled water or tap water?

9) What time of the day are you most at peace?

10) How many blankets do you sleep with?

11) Do you believe in aliens?

i’m tagging my regulars and some new mutuals because i’d really like to get to know you better!!!! 😖💕💕💕 @ka-xing @nodeexo @d-kyvngsoo @baekhyuneeeee-exo @lionbaekkie @dangerousehun @oshnverse @ratbyun @tadaeshi @yeolidae @freckledksoo and anyone who wants to do this!!!!

#rambles #questions tag #if u dont feel like doing this dont worry abt it!!!!#it said tag 11 people but i honestly hate tagging ppl because i worry it bothers ppl 😬😬😬

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exochartrecords · 8 years ago

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My EXO’rDIUM in Manila Experience!

[Personal Blog Post]

Hi guys, this is Admin J, the sole admin of EXO CHART RECORDS. I thought it would be fun to share my EXO’rDIUM experience from Manila, Philippines.

It was a 2-Day concert, for Day 1 I was seated in the Upper Box section, had a nice view of EXO and got to enjoy the performances as a whole, everything went smoothly and my heart was captured by EXO from start to finish.

Now let’s talk about Day 2, because this is 100% the most unique concert experience I have ever had in my life.

I lined up at 3PM, entered around 4PM and the concert started at 5:15 PM. The concert ended around 8:45, it lasted 3.5 hours.

I was in VIP Section, Floor B, Standing (AKA the pit - right side). So I was standing for 6 hours straight, but it was worth it.

Lay was not present during the shows in Manila. The political climate between China & The Philippines is still complicated and he has endorsements, contracts, etc. I understand his situation, I’ve seen EXO 5 times without Lay, so hopefully, one day, I hope to see you on stage with your brothers soon Zhang Yixing. <3

I was extremely close to the stage, only 2 people were in front of me, which I was totally satisfied with, considering I’m very tall and broad, so no problem.

2 people fainted, 1 Filipino girl & 1 Chinese girl, I need to applaud my fellow Filipinos for handling the crisis with compassion, holding up the girl, calling for bouncers quickly and feeding her water. That’s why, if you are planning to watch inside the pit, DRINK UP AND STAY HYDRATED, very important!

Concert started and boom, they push.

See this is where I don’t play, I like to consider myself a gentleman, so I’m not going to push this tiny girl in front of me just to get closer. Good thing I’m strong because those in the back are not going to push me out.

FANSITE MASTERS EVERYWHERE. At one point during the concert, there was a huge camera lens to my left shoulder, a huge lens to my right shoulder, and another lens right in front of me. They were so close, I could hear the rapid sniping of their cameras, photo after photo.

I need to make a pause here and kinda highlight my experience with these fansites. Disclaimer: If you like fansite photos (because I do as well) that’s okay, if you don’t like them, that’s okay too. It’s up to you to decide if you like them or not.

MY EXPERIENCE however, was both Good & Bad, let me start with the bad first. The fansite girl to my LEFT, was... for the lack of a better word, a complete beast. She was pushing me so hard to get closer that I would have fallen, but NO, SORRY GIRL, you were NOT going to ruin this night for me. I pushed her back so hard, she tumbled back and looked at me, and I gave her the biggest death glare of my life. The people around beside me saw us and if you search on twitter, MANY Filipino fans had less than stellar experiences with these girls. Listen, as a man, I’m not going to put my hands on a woman, but you aren’t going to elbow your way to the front and you will NOT DISRESPECT ANYONE to get there.

My advice when dealing with them is, if you can, stand your ground. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a guy and I’m tall that she didn’t try and come for me, because I’ve read experiences online of them pulling on the hair of female fans. If you feel threatened, call the bouncer right away and have them escorted out because these cameras are not permitted. Don’t allow them to touch your personal property (your camera, phone or lightstick), some will try to push your hands, grab your phone, do anything to get a nice shot. Don’t allow them, try and get the bouncer’s attention.

I’m not the type to retaliate, God tells us to never take revenge and to leave it to the Lord. So around 15 minutes later, a bouncer parts our section like the red sea, grabs her around the waist and hauls her OUT of the pit! I’m happy that happened during around the start of the concert, because everything after that was amazing!

My Good experience with a fansite, was a shorter girl who was pretty nice! She had a fellow fansite girl with her and they weren’t being disrespectful or rude. She was talking to me, but I couldn’t understand her, sorry bes. :( But at one point, she thought I was leaving or something, and lightly grabbed me to stay and I think she wanted me to hide her cause I’m tall and I was like “lol ok”. When she wasn’t taking photos, there was a short fan beside her trying to film EXO on stage, but her arms couldn’t really reach EXO since they were on the extended stage; so the fansite girl took her phone and started filming EXO for her since she had longer arms, it was cute. She gave it back and then left, but grabbed me to get into her spot, and I ended up even nearer to EXO.

Overall, I’m happy my experience with these fansite girls was both positive and negative. It showed me two different sides. My guardian who was waiting outside saw a girl leaving a decoy camera lens before entering the arena but her real lens was strapped to her leg, underneath a long skirt. (She saw it when the girl ran). And then AS SOON as the concert ended, all the Korean fansites RAN LIKE WILD, they were probably the first ones to leave. On Day 1, my guardian saw 5 girls, caught, having to leave their lenses before entering. She couldn’t believe it.

OK! So, back to EXO! I will highlight each member.

Suho: Leader Kim! He gave THE most fan service. He’s so grateful, it didn’t matter whether it was a ballad, a dance track, an acoustic session, or whatever, the guy is always waving to the fans. His English is incredibly thoughtful and cute. Please support our leader, he’s someone to be cherished.

Xiumin: SEXY. When ‘White Noise’ came on and he was elevated right in front of my face. Winding down, and body rolling, and everything was EXTRA. Extra face, extra body, extra everything. That’s a man, yet, also a child because 3.6.5 would come on and if you were next to me, you would think that was my favorite song with Xiumin jumping in my face. I haven’t played that song on my iPod in 2 years and I KNEW ALL THE DAMN WORDS.

Chen: FAN SERVICE KING. I know he saw me, we had a connection, I’m currently in his mind as of this moment. But seriously, he was such a performer! Everyone I know thought he was the most handsome that night. His arms too. And his voice, the vocals were on point. It’s such an experience to watch him hit those high notes up close.

Chanyeol: TOBEN HAIR, is a Q-T-PA-2-T, is a real life human puppy. But suddenly transforms and slays the electric guitar while eye body slamming me. His guitar skills were SO GOOD! What a multi-talented king. Last January 2016, for EXO’luXion, he was serving sex with arms that could choke and straight hair. This time, he was too cute, all cuddly and his tummy was FLUFFY, I LOVED IT. His shirt would raise and I would see glory, I’m happy you enjoyed the lechon babe.

Baekhyun: When EXO first appeared, the first person I saw was Baekhyun, and I immediately thought “Shet, the pit is worth it, I see the eyeliner, I see heaven”. There was a fan who got hurt on the middle side of our section, and Baekhyun was staring at the scene the whole time. He was concerned, you could see it in his face. I think a Korean fansite was escorted out after that. His vocals were perfect, not a single imperfection, and he’s an amazing dancer. He really is.

D.O.: I feel like I saw D.O. the most, I probably made the most eye contact with him. He looks like and felt like a man you could bring home and everyone would love him. He had a really beautiful aura around him. He was so beautiful in person, sang like an angel and he also looked so manly in person, all I saw was TopD.O. I’ve converted.

Kai: Absolutely... I need to take my time, because words cannot describe how this human being exists. Photos, Videos, do not do Kai justice, NO JUSTICE AT ALL. His body moves and curves in all the right places, I was stunned, truly the Dancing King. The stairs were right in front of me, so when he came down after performing, I saw his face up close, and God, he’s so handsome.

Sehun: My Pyak Pyak. TT_TT My UB, oh how perfect you were last night. You danced like an angel and I heard your wonderful voice. You had the tiniest waist, the longest limbs and the cutest smile. During ‘Run’, you would jump and I would see your tummy and UGH you killed me. I honestly didn’t care I was probably the only fanboy in my area screaming your name, an Introvert who starts using his voice when you appear.

Lay: He wasn’t there, but he wasn’t forgotten. Lots of EXO-Ls still had their Lay banners, headbands, and screams would become even LOUDER when his face would appear in the screen. Trust and believe, I will see you one day!

My EXO’rDIUM experience is something I will always remember and cherish. EXO sang ‘Hawak Kamay’ again, Queen’s ‘We Will Rock You’ was suddenly included in the setlist, Baekhyun’s PHIXO made another cameo, Kai did some kind of Chicken themed rain dance, which inspired me to order Jollibee for today’s lunch, thanks KimKai, and the Philippines will always love EXO. The loyalty of a Filipino fan will always be with you. I know you guys will come back, probably next year, so until then, I will continue to support my loves. <3 Thank you for a wonderful 2 nights.

Thanks for reading! Now back to your regular programming.

#exordium in manila #exordium #kpop #exo #concert #personal #admin

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itsworn · 6 years ago

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The Super Unknown: 1959 Chevy 3100

Frank Ferraro was a 17-year-old on a mission. The avid Hot Rod and MotorTrend magazine subscriber was ready to get his first New Jersey driver’s license, and with that life-changing privilege, the young gun wanted a hot ride to go with it. “I really wanted a GMC Typhoon … but who the hell in their right mind would buy a 17-year-old one of those,” Frank admits.

So the hot rodder in training would have to conjure up a more realistic version of his first ride. “I was also reading Mini Truckin’ magazine and it hit me; I wanted a cool ’80s S-10 Blazer.” His dad, though, had other ideas. A big Pontiac fan, he tried to persuade Frank to be a Poncho lover like himself, but unfortunately for Dad, it was an exercise in futility. On the flip side, with a little persuasion, Frank finally convinced his dad to share his car-nal vision, and make this particular 17-year-old’s dreams come true.

So now the twosome were on a hunt for a good starting point for their new project. They located a good builder, a 1985 Blazer, in Englishtown, grabbed it up, and went to town at Dad’s body shop; fabricating, shaving, and even dropping the 4×4. The final touch here: basting the entire ride in Axalta Hot Hues Plum Crazy.

So after all that work, Frank finally got to enjoy his new ride. But it didn’t last long. “I totaled it and had to buy a Honda Accord,” he says. In our book that’s punishment enough for sure. “That was the last time I really felt the need for a custom for some time,” he continues.

Stroke of Truck Over the years Frank became a fulltime employee in the family body shop business, and soon was running the new location, V&F Auto Body, in Keyport, New Jersey. So now he was out of the spray booth and keeping track of the day-to-day issues that arose while heading a full-scale paint and collision shop. But something interesting happened in the meantime; running around in the shop pickup every day made Frank feel the need once again to have a truck in his life. After some thought, and conversing with his better half, it was decided that this could possibly happen. So once again Frank enlisted the help of his dad and they started scouting potential projects.

It was slow going at first, as Frank just wasn’t sure what he wanted. He soon narrowed it down to Chevy trucks between 1948 and 1959, which made scouting possible projects much easier. He looked at a few that were extremely rough, even for New Jersey standards. For those who don’t know the “Garden State” is a place where the salt and humidity can dissolve a car in a few short years. With his dad preaching patience, Frank took his time. “When something consumes me like this I just jump in,” Frank says.

After looking at several poor vehicles, a 1959 popped up on Craigslist not too far away in Long Island. It was no looker, but had what Frank needed. “It was a rat rod and it did run … and it had a bamboo surf rack, some kind of tiki bench, and it said ‘El Torito’ on the doors with a bull painted on it,” Frank says. Good enough he thought, and went on a hunch and bought the builder truck for $6,000.

Before digging into it, Frank thought to himself, “Maybe I can drive it the way it is?” He gave it a spin around the block. The six-banger was weak, and the leaf spring front suspension was even worse. “I was religiously watching re-runs of Overhaulin’ and American Hot Rod at the time, and reading every copy of Custom Classic Trucks I could get my hands on; I quickly realized this truck just wasn’t going to cut it the way it was,” Frank says.

On a Mission Never doing much more than body and paint, Frank had no idea how to build a custom truck. “But I was obsessed. I tore the tarp off of it and had it down to its bones in a week,” Frank states. He felt he really didn’t need to know how to put it all back together because all he was going to use from it were the framerails and the body.

Next step was to get it all blasted. That turned out to be a nightmare for the owner. He soon found out that the body was way worse than expected. Now he was starting to have second thoughts about the build. “It was turning into my horror story, and this was my Christine,” he laughs. But luckily he moved forward, ordering parts like a wild man, because deep down he knew he had to see this ride to fruition.

Frank was now ready to go full blast on his project. First order of business was to build up the chassis. However, he hit a hurdle right away when it was discovered that the frame needed some serious straightening. That set them back a short time, but it was nothing that couldn’t be resolved. Removing all the old brackets was next, which took days of grinding GM rivets.

Soon Frank and one of his techs were mocking up the suspension, measuring several times and then welding TCI Engineering’s front custom independent suspension kit in place. It didn’t go as planned right away, but Frank had the wherewithal to keep checking measurements. He soon discovered his tech had cut and welded pieces in the wrong location. This was definitely a letdown and caused some unneeded tension between the twosome. But they forged on and made it all work, with Frank’s tech laying down some nice beads along the subframe.

Next step was to install an AccuAir setup, complete with ShockWave air shocks, managed by their own e-Level system. With the TCI four-link rear suspension now in place, it was time to mock up the body to the chassis. That actually went without a hitch. Frank needed a few things that were necessary for peace of mind while driving the truck. One important thing was an eyehook for the steering shaft and U-joints. “The way I drive I wanted the security of knowing my steering will always work properly,” Frank says.

Having his tech on the project took a toll on both the business and Frank’s pockets, as well as things were not done as he had instructed. So he had to switch gears and get some outside help on the body. Frank took over, and along with painter Frank May, they put in hours and hours getting the body up to snuff; blocking it over and over to perfection. “I actually like blocking if the metal and bodywork are both done right,” Frank says.

Once the body was prepped, Frank set out to find a color that would satisfy his taste. After seeing a Lexus LS 400 pull up sporting a dark green hue, his mind was made up. So Frank finally got to do what he’s never had the opportunity to do over all the years in the body shop: spray his own personal project! It was years since he had painted a complete car or truck.” I spent the whole day laying out that color and clear and it was just so peaceful; I missed the sound of the air pushing the Axalta material out of the Sata spray gun,” Frank admits.

By the time the body was painted, the frame was ready for assembly. Frank, having little experience reassembling a car from scratch, watched every possible video he could get his hands on to prepare himself for the next step in bringing this 1959 to completion. He dug in and installed the suspension first, and readied the truck for its motor-vation infusion. “I chose a 383 stroker small-block pushing out 450 hp as the truck’s powerplant because it made sense to me,” Frank says. It’s topped with an Edelbrock Dual Quad Air Gap Performer intake and two Edelbrock Thunder Series AVS 500-cfm carbs.

Next, in went the rest of the powertrain, including a TKO600 five-speed, custom driveshaft, and a stout Currie 9-inch rear. Brakes are Wilwood four-piston calipers with 12-inch rotors, front and back. For a little bling, Bonspeed wheels are at the corners, 20×9.5 up front and 20×10 out back. They are wrapped in General G-Max tires, 245/45ZR20 and 275/40ZR20, respectively.

However, when it came time to do the bulk of the reassembly, Frank knew who to ask. “Enter my semi-retired dad. He needed a project and volunteered,” Frank says. He worked his magic and along with his son they finished reassembly and got the truck running. “It was amazing to see it run on its own,” Frank says.

One very important thing they were lacking at this point was an interior. After searching all over the area, Frank was at a standstill. Nothing in his general location would work for him. He even went on the social media outlets, seeing amazing work, but nothing nearby. Finally he found a place that did high-end European cars and decided to take a look. Satisfied with the work he saw, he dropped off his truck. Months went by and the shop wasn’t close to finished. After showing up numerous times to check on them, the crew got the work done. It was well done for sure, but the lengthy time took the air out of the excitement of seeing the final product.

The truck was finished a week before the deadline to have the photos done for the Axalta’s calendar contest where the 1959 beat out the competition. Besides the great feeling that Frank experienced building his own award-winning truck from scratch, he also learned a few lessons. “Never buy a truck on the East Coast, never let anyone tell you what your vision should be, and I might want to learn how to do upholstery,” Frank laughs. “I also learned that my dad would go to great lengths to help me out.” A special shout-out goes to Frank’s wife, Nichole, who amazingly gave birth to not one, but two of their three children during the build, and still helped him remain vigilant, to see the prize at the end of the tunnel.

As far as Frank’s final thought about his beautiful 1959 Chevy: “I love her every time I open up the garage door!” Who could ask for anything more? CT

1959 Chevrolet 3100 Frank Ferraro Jr.

Chassis Rear: Currie 9-inch Gears: 2.25 Axles: 31 spline Chassis: Stock with boxed rails Brakes: Four-piston 12-inch from Wilwood Front Suspension: TCI custom IFS with RideTech ShockWaves Rear Suspension: TCI four-link with RideTech ShockWaves Sway bars: TCI front and rear Steering: TCI power steering Wheels: Bonspeed Quasars, front 20×9.5, rear 20×10 Tires: Cooper Tire, front General G-Max 245/45ZR20, rear 275/40ZR20 Wheel Tubs: Mini-tubs

Drivetrain Engine: Chevy small-block stroker Displacement: 383 ci Block: Cast-iron Chevy Bore: 4.0000 bored 0.040-inch over Stroke: 3.750 Heads: Edelbrock Aluminum heads Pistons: Hypereutectic aluminum Connecting Rods: 5.700 inches with 150,000-psi bolts Cam: Hydraulic Roller Valvetrain: 2.000 intake, 1.5550 exhaust valves Compression: 10.0:1 Crankshaft: GM Cast steel stroker Intake: Edelbrock Dual Quad Air Gap Performer Carbs: Edelbrock Thunder Series AVS 500-cfm carbs Headers: TCI Radiator: Stock Air Intake: Stock Exhaust: Custom with Flowmaster Transmission: TKO600 TREMEC five-speed

Body Fabricator: Frank Ferraro Jr. and Frank Ferraro Sr. and V&F Autobody of Keyport Paint: Axalta Cromax Pro Waterbase and 72500 clearcoat Glass: Stock Harness: American Autowire Lights: Oracle lighting 5.75 LED halos with H4 LED bulbs

Interior Steering Wheel: Stock Seat: EZ Glide custom bench Gauges: Classic Instruments Air Conditioning: Vintage Air Shifter: Lokar Extra Interior: Custom door grabs, handles, and pedal dress-up Upholstery: By Lux Motorwerks Sound: Three JL Audio 8-inch subwoofers, Morel components in custom enclosures and Phoenix gold amplifier

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Week 5

Wednesday:

Paul Bunyan Lesson during reading time. This was my first time teaching my own lesson. I am starting to work on my action research project and my co-teacher Natalie let me integrate a social studies unit into reading time. This week our students are learning the short o sound. They read the book The Big Blue Ox. This allowed me to build on that knowledge of fact or fake. We watched Disney’s Paul Bunyan video so they could learn about the folk tale. Afterwards we discussed what could really happen and what was fake. Can we make mountains by playing? No. Could we move a river with an ox? No. Can a person be bigger than the school? No. Can an ox be blue? No, yes. This open discussion lead to the conversation about the blue ox, which got them thinking critically. They talked to each other and found some ways to create a blue ox; food coloring, paint, markers, hair dye. I was very pleased with this overall discussion. Paul Bunyan is supposed to be huge, but in the video and the research I have conducted, he is only 6 ft 3”, which is not overly tall. I decided to show them how tall that is using yard sticks. I had a student help me hold them together and as a class we decided that is not tall like they showed in the video. They did a fill in the blank worksheet with me as a whole class. It told the story of Paul Bunyan and using the knowledge they learned from the video they were able to complete it with me. Natalie helped me put in on the smartboard so they could see me writing also.

TBT meeting during special 10:05-10:50 This is a meeting that happens every few weeks to allow teachers and administrators to talk and see if they need to change anything in the curriculum. I learned that most of the teachers feel rushed and overwhelmed. It was nice to know that I’m not the only one that feels that way at times. They will use Google drive for this and I am able to view the file myself. I really like that they are making me feel so welcome and equal with the other teachers.

All first grade, Mr. Harr, and Mrs. Conley.

Thursday:

My field supervisor came to observe 8:30- 9:00 Oh my goodness, was I nervous. This is an awkward time in the classroom with breakfast, announcements, AR reading tests, and trying to start the day off. She was not able to see how involved I typically am in the classroom during lessons. My students reviewed high frequency words, and did the phonics dance. Then read from our pocket chart, It Is Hot. At this time for the lesson it was mostly one teach one observe. My students behaved well and asked me about 100 times why my teacher was there. I had to explain that I too, am a student. I also told them that they help me learn too, this was really exciting to them.

Reading centers 9;00-10:05 Centers computer, big blue ox setting page, sight words, word search. Natalie sat at the reading table to read individually with students. This is something I will begin to do soon when the students know center process. Right now I walk around from table to table to students who need my help.

Writing 11:00-11:50 They wrote in their journals. As a whole group we talked about grow and glow. Grow is when they still have to work and improve in writing. Glow is the good things they do like punctions and capitals in sentences.

Inside recess. Wow, was that a mess. This is a crazy time in the room. Students get out toys and play all around the room. A lot of students like to play teacher, that was adorable. We had talked about spiders in a brief conversation this morning, and I happened to have a remote control spider in my car. They played with that during recess sharing their knowledge of spiders.

Math quiz after recess. They had a few minutes to complete a paper with plus ones. Natalie told me they love the timed tests, which is something we both hated in school. This reminded me that each class is different and just because I didn’t like it does not mean they will too. After that they were so wild we could not try to start another math lesson. We both saw this as a good time for me to teach my science lessons.

Science lessons 1:30-2:20 Diaper & Water lesson.

This freed up Natalie to finish up the AR tests from the morning. I want to start integrating science and social studies into our curriculum but also need to know where my students are starting at. Mrs. Koch taught an awesome lesson in math/ science class so I brought that into my own class. I had two diapers, 3 solo cups, two water bottles. In the morning they asked why I had diapers. My response every time was, “Idk, why do you think I have diapers?” I wanted to get them thinking about it. Questioning what we could do with diapers. By the end of the day I had a lot of interesting answers. I started off asking how many bottles (I didn’t have a measuring cup) could the diaper hold. I had guesses from 0-10 bottles. I wrote every child’s guess down. I talked to them about a hypothesis and explained that it was an educated guess. Meaning, we thought about it, questioned it, and this is what I think. I really liked saying the word hypothesis. I asked now that we have made a hypothesis, what should we do? Who is correct? Many of them answered “Test it.” So we did. I asked for two volunteers to hold the diaper. Student AD & Student AM. They held it up over the trashcan as I slowly poured water in it. The students could see the changes and how big the diaper was getting to be. After one bottle, I asked if I should pour in the second. Of course it was a yes. We discovered that one diaper can hold 1 whole bottle and ¾ of the second. Student AD guessed 1 bottle and 6 ½ of the second. I then realized that my first graders were somewhat understanding the concepts of fractions. I was amazed by this and cannot wait to explore this concept in future lessons. They were so excited to see the diaper, feel the squishy part inside. One student JF asked if we could see the inside of the diaper so we ripped it open and felt the gel texture inside. My students really seemed to enjoy the hands on aspect of the lesson, this is something we both have in common. Hands on, minds on. By allowing them to ask questions, do an experiment, take chances, and feel it, they are learning to think critically.

Cheeto bee pollen lesson and game.

Student LS asked on Wednesday about bees while outside at recess. He wanted to learn about them and what they do. So I thought of the pollen lesson with cheetos. We first discussed what we know about bees. They sting, they fly, buzz, and they give us food. I talked a little bit about how they go from plant to plant. Student AD said they give us honey. Another student AS said they get the nectar from the flowers. I put a bag of cheetos in a bowl and said I was a flower. Here is my pollen (pointing to the bowl) and I want to grow flowers in three other spots. I placed white paper on three tables in the room. Divided the students into three bee teams and sent them to the spot with white paper. Student LS wanted to hold the bowl so he was the main flower. They had to fly to the cheeto bowl grab some and transfer the pollen (cheeto dust) onto the white paper so the main flower could grow there. This continued for a few minutes and then we compared who had the most pollen on their paper. They really seemed to enjoy moving around the room, working with one another on their team, and of course the snack.

At the end of the day they packed up their stuff and sat on the carpet. I thanked them for their good behavior while my teacher was in the room and the continued good behavior during both science lessons. I gave them a mini chocolate bar to reward them.

Every week gets better and better. I really appreciate Natalie working with me and incorporating my lessons into her schedule.

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