#also sorry for drawing myself instead of my yn in the second one

[karoochui]

Tw for just slight blood

also Help Wanted 2 DCA spoilers maybe

How have i never drawn Vanessa before also Sun in Help Wanted 2. Heart eyes. He was crazy for all of that

[andormeddows]

You’re such a pain in the ass ::: Joe Mazzello

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joe loses himself while trying to impersonate John Deacon. Angst and fluff (if you squint)!

Word count: 1698

Warnings: A lot of swearing and anger. There may be a few mistakes? Sorry, keep in mind that English is not my first language.

Notes: This is me finally writing something! I’m not sure how this turned out. It may be a bit dramatic? I wouldn’t know, I wrote this at 2a.m., when my dramatic ass rules myself. All I’m trying to say is that you’re good enough!

Masterlist is here!

A silent curse traveled around the quiet apartment. Your mind slowly reached reality, being dragged to it by Joe’s voice. You slightly opened your eyes, and blinked repeatedly in an attempt to focus your darkened surroundings. It was happening again.

Again.

You pushed the navy blue blanket to the end of the mattress, dragging your sleepy body out of your bed. Your feet touched the cold wooden floor as though you were stepping into a gigantic ice-cream pool, causing violent shivers to quickly escalate your spine and a soft curse to escape from your lips. The yellow living room light invaded your bedroom through the door kept ajar before you went to bed a few hours prior, believing Joe would do the same.

The thought was useless. He stood in the middle of the living room, music sheet scattered around his shifting lanky figure. A beer bottle had been abandoned on the coffee table, its liquid warmer as the clock ticked causing big droplets of condensed water to slowly cascade down the dark glass and pool around it on the glass surface of the coffee table.

His eyes were slightly red due to tiredness, and dark circles surrounded them, but he refused to stop. He refused to stop every night.

“Again?”

Your voice shattered the silence he had trapped himself in. Its fragments cracked and plummeted to the ground, and he slowly dragged his bare feet across it in order to turn in your direction. His eyebrows were furrowed, a look of confusion twisting his features. The faded yellow shirt contrasted with the dark red pajama pants he wore in a weird color combination, causing you to cringe at the sight of the outfit.

“What do you expect me to answer?”

The bitterness in his voice reached your ears; his words seemed to be a harsh punch in your chest, knocking the air out of your lungs, rather than a proper answer to your sleepy yet preoccupied self.

“Yeah, again as we can see,” you noted to yourself while reaching for the warm beer bottle on the coffee table.

“Leave it there, YN,” Joe warned, pointing to the now wet and empty spot on the transparent surface of it. “I’m drinking it.”

“You’re definitely not drinking this.”

The alcoholic liquid splashed onto the kitchen sink, and the glass bottle clunked loudly when it reached the ground inside the slightly rusted metal bin.

“Fuck you,” he snarled, hands slowly reaching for his messy brown hair, and fingers wrapping around some locks as his look averted to the mess of music sheet around him.

“You’re such a pain in the ass, you know?” you muttered, turning around on your heels, your back pressing against one of the old kitchen counters, arms folding themselves over your chest.

“I should say the same about you,” he murmured almost incoherently as he kneeled on the wooden floor, fingers reaching for some specific music sheet. “Why don’t you go back to bed? Honestly, I’m trying to work.”

“Yeah, you woke me up so… I guess that’s not a great idea,” you answered, venom dripping from the words that left your lips. “Also, keep telling yourself that, Joe. That might become true if you say it repeatedly.”

Joe nervously bit the inside of his cheek, preventing a curse from escaping his lips. Being sleep deprived cultivated the arrogant side of his personality, which he knew, but seemed unfazed by it. His actions were unfathomable to you as he kept reaching for different music sheet only to scan the music imprinted on them and abandon them on the wooden floor. Your eyes brimmed with tears while you intently watched your boyfriend randomly move around. Joe had completely lost himself.

“You’re not working, Joe,” you uttered, voice trembling. “Not at all.

”I am, YN,“ he answered. "And I need it to be absolutely perfect. We’re talking about legends. I am playing a legend. These music sheet need to get inside my head or Brian and Roger are wasting their time!”

“God, this is ridiculous.”

“What is ridiculous, YN?” Joe traipsed around the living room, stepping on several music sheet, oblivious to the importance he attributed to them seconds prior. His bare feet touched the wooden ground, reminding him of how cold the living room was, reminding him of how human he was. His eyes averted down to his feet, almost colorless due to the low temperature. “What is ridiculous?”

His reddened eyes met yours; a pained expression contorted his features. You silently stepped into the living room, eyes boring into Joe’s bloodshot ones while he intently watched your figure approach him as though being truly threatened by your presence. You had taken the beer bottle from him. What were you taking from him next?

“The amount of times I’ve had to say you’re good enough,” you retorted angrily, nails digging into your palms, half-moons burning into your skin. “That is ridiculous.”

“Fuck you,” Joe mumbled, shooting a disgusted frown at you. “That’s bullshit. Leave me alone, YN.”

“Guess it wasn’t a good idea sharing an apartment with you. I can’t watch you destroy yourself like that.”

“Destroy myself?” he spat, a churlish laugh contorting his features. “YN, I am working. We’re talking about a Freddie Mercury biopic, in which I’m playing a real person! This is not a random made-up character.”

Joe turned his back at you, aiming for the coffee table in the middle of the living room. His hands idly dangled near his body as his eyes focused on the water marks of the beer bottle left on the glass “Great, you threw my beer away. Again.”

“Aren’t you working, Joe?”

He sighed heavily, pressing the palm of his hands against his eyes. “Yes! Yes, I am! I’m trying actually. You insist on interrupting me.”

You rolled your eyes at his words. “Fine. You know this is not healthy, Joe. I refuse to mend your pieces if you insist on destroying yourself.”

“Don’t bullshit me, YN.”

Silence engulfed your surroundings, annoyingly creeping up your body, pulling at your skin. Blood thumped loudly in your ears. You and Joe were hardly-ever at loggerheads. His reddened eyes and darkened bags under them were a crystal scream for help. Yet, Joe had been oblivious to his failing body. You could not stand watching him destroy himself in search for perfection. Not anymore.

A single tear slowly reached your lips, losing itself in the middle of them. A salty taste in your tongue pulled you back to reality. “Look at me, Joe.”

Joe’s figure crumbled before your eyes. His body collapsed against the nearest armchair arm. Tears brimmed in his hazel eyes as a strangled sob escaped from his lips. His arms embraced himself in an automatic manner. That gesture was the only one he allowed himself to feel against his skin after diving into that madness that strangled him. He wished he could hide that ridiculous, even comic, vulnerability. The cold pads of his fingers dig into his forearm skin. Why would you drag him into that situation?

Your body seemed to move itself. Your bare feet hesitantly touched the freezing wooden floor, abandoning the safe spot they had been planted in order to approach your boyfriend. Your eyes dived into his cowering figure. His brown hair had a few strands pointing in every direction. His eyes bore not only tiredness, but a complex galaxy of emotions hidden underneath it, instantly edging your curiosity to discover the depths of his being. His jawline was peppered with an irregular stubble, as though reflecting his inner self: unbalanced in the middle of those music sheet.

The pads of your fingers caressed the yellow sleeve of his shirt, descending to the exposed skin of his forearm. Transfixed eyes watched the movement of your fingers against Joe’s skin, dragging them to his hands, as though drawing patterns on an empty canvas, which later would turn into a masterpiece.

“God,” you murmured. A fragile smile crept up to your lips, slightly contorting different muscles of your face, so that the wrinkle of your eyes caused tears to stream down your cheekbones.

You hesitantly pulled Joe into a hug. As your hands reached his shoulders, you expected an angry remark or a callous gesture would be thrown at you, but his careworn figure showed no reaction. His head rested against your chest as your fingers slowly crept up the nape of his neck and tangled themselves in his messy hair. He exhaled loudly, a strangled sob left his lips.

“I’m… I’m so fucking tired,” he murmured against the fabric of your shirt, arms loosely wrapping around your lower back. “Christ, my head hurts. A lot. I’ve been having terrible headaches.”

You pressed your lips one against the other and closed your eyes at the way his voice sounded utterly broken. Although, Joe was still on tenterhooks that Brian and Roger might say he wasn’t good enough, he recognized he hadn’t been working for a long time. Instead, he had been diving into a mad universe, in which he had gotten trapped while searching for an illusory perfection. He anxiously exhaled, letting tears escape from his eyes and dampen your shirt.

“I’m sorry, YN,” he uttered weakly, fingers pulling at your shirt. “I’m sorry.”

“How many times will I have to say you are enough, Joe?” you uttered from above him.

“Hopefully, always,” he answered, letting a shy smile contort his lips while slowly untangling his arms from around your body. “I need you around to mend my pieces. I could never do that myself.”

His hazel eyes met yours. For the first time, there wasn’t any trace of anger in then, just tiredness. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you rolled your eyes at his words, failing to not smile. “This is the last time, Joe.”

“You know it isn’t,” he murmured, voice still trembling slightly, as his hands dried his wet cheeks, moving up to his eyes. A remaining sob left his lips.

“Yeah, I know, Joe.”

"Thank you,” he sniffled. “Thank you for sticking around, YN. I’m such a pain in the ass.”

“You’re an enough pain in the ass, Joe.”

[jamaisjoons]

intro: her III ⤑ knj | m

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you enter namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. 〞singe dad au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: single dad!namjoon x marine vet!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 6k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: yn and joon being soft as shit

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: sorry to all those who waited SO long for this! I’ve only recently had the time to write this (I wrote this entire thing within the space of 24 hours) but I sincerely hope you liked it.

⏤ Rewritten as of 24/02/2020

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Chapter 3: Accidents and Baths

It’s been almost four months since you abruptly entered Namjoon’s life and were thrust into the chaos that is his children and best friends. Though, it’s not often that you see them in person: Namjoon is far too busy a man - between songwriting and producing and raising a family - for you too constantly see each other. The small amount of time that he does have free, is mainly spent with his three sons who you’ve come to learn Namjoon adores with everything he has. Nonetheless, you do see them in person at least once a week, usually every Thursday, as the boys dragging their father towards the aquarium during closing time, so they can spend some time not only with you but also in complete awe of the creatures and the depth of your knowledge about aforementioned creatures.

If it’s not in person, you usually see them through snapchat, with you and Namjoon falling into a weird back and forth of snapchat messages. The rapper usually sends you pictures and video clips of the boys messing around that have you laughing in fondness, or various samples of tracks he’s produced where he needs a second, non-professional opinion. Usually, you send him pictures, and or clips, of you in either your office or lab, working on your paper or tending to the animals that are hurt. Every now and then, you send him pictures or clips of the coffee shop you’re in; or random scenic photos you take when he snapchats you while you’re on walks or runs with your puppy.

The boys have come to love Thursdays the most from what Namjoon tells you and you have a small (big) inkling that it’s due to them getting the entire exhibit to themselves: freely being able to run around without worrying about disturbing any other patrons. Namjoon enjoys these days; because he doesn’t have to worry about fans or paparazzi spotting him and his sons; especially considering the exhibit is always closed when he brings his sons. Most of this time you spend with Namjoon; though every now and then, Hoseok, Yoongi and or Seokjin join you. Hence, today, you find yourself walking besides Namjoon as Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook run around in front of you, pressing themselves up against the glass and watching the animals move about lazily. And like most days, today is a day when it’s just you and Namjoon.

“You’ve been awfully quiet today,” you say, nudging Namjoon lightly and he looks at you in a slight daze. The entire situation is slightly bizarre. Here you are, walking besides the RM. He’s a powerful man in his own right, and an even more famous rapper and artist. Yet, here the two of you are, walking in companionable silence while his sons run around; the two of you completely at ease with each other.

“Huh? What? Sorry, I completely spaced out there,” Namjoon replies and you stifle a small giggle at the slight look of bafflement on his face. It’s even more bizarre how comfortable you feel around him - being able to giggle or poke fun at him without constantly being in awe of the man in front of you.

“You usually tend to be when we’re here. What’s got your mind so distracted?” you ask, Namjoon shrugging in response.

“Nothing... and everything. You can imagine how hectic my life is, between raising those three hell spawns and juggling my career. It’s very rare that I have time to myself, to just sit and think. But here, in the quiet of the aquarium; it’s just... relaxing. I finally have time to myself, time to think. Do you get me? Or does that sound weird?” Namjoon asks and you shake your head, a pensive smile on your own lips.

“No. I completely understand. My life may not be as hectic as yours, but I understand needing the time to sit and think to yourself. It’s what I love most working here. Being able to walk through these glass corridors and just think. It’s like being alone, except you’re not? You know?” you say softly and Namjoon nods his head in agreement.

He doesn’t respond; instead, he’s once again lost into that deep, beautiful brain of his. The dark blue hues of the water are reflect ofo of his tan skin, shadows from the swimming animals crossing his figure every now and then. His brows are slightly furrowed and his lips move in small murmurs: all of the words incoherent and inaudible. You don’t mind so much - there’s a certain calm to just watching him. You take in his face for a couple more minutes before you’re dragged out of your perusal of him by Jimin.

“Noona? What’s that?” Jimin asks, pointing at the small glass enclosure in curiosity. Out of all three boys, Jimin was the one who still wasn’t as open with you. Taehyung openly tried to monopolise your attention, with Jungkook mainly pouting in the background when your attention wasn’t on him. Jimin too loved the attention - but he craved it from his father more than you, or anyone else in fact. It was as if they’d split into different factions, with Jungkook being your number one fan, followed by Taehyung. Jimin, however, was still unsure. He rarely approached you unless you were next to Namjoon and he only interacted with you if his brothers were doing so. You figured Jimin was just a lot warier with letting people into his little world but you’d work hard to get him to trust you. Nevertheless, moments like this, when he approached you of his own accord, filled you with warmth.

You looked over to the small ‘petting’ exhibit. It was a new promotional event, where you could have children over to touch and pet a range of different selected sea creatures as a way to garner and cultivate their interest in marine biology and animals in general. You smiled as Jimin’s small chubby fingers pointed to the small, slightly fuzzy brown creature.

“It looks like poop,” Taehyung points out and you hear Namjoon snort as he too peers at the small animal.

“It does! Did one of the other amimals poop here?” Jimin asks and you chuckle at his mispronunciation.

“It’s animals buddy,” Namjoon corrects while Jimin simply stares at him blinking, before turning back to you.

Carefully, you pick it up, “it’s called a sea mouse. Here,” before gesturing Jimin to hold out his palm. He does so gingerly and gently, you place the animal in his palm. Jungkook and Taehyung gather around Jimin, looking at the creature in a mix of curiosity and disgust.

“It doesn’t look like a mouse,” Taehyung deadpans out and you laugh.

“It’s just what scientists named it. It’s actually a polychaete worm that lives in the sea. Polychaete basically just means segmented, like here, see,” you say as you flip the worm over onto its back, pointing out the deep grooves on the underside before flipping it back over; “These are its parapodia,” you say, brushing the rough bristles on the side of the worm’s body, “they’re basically like little bristles that help them feel and move. They even have little hairs here that are iridescent… or colourful I guess. Go on feel them,” you urge.

You watch as the boys cautiously begin stroking the worm before growing more bolder until they’re practically petting it. Jimin stares in awe at the little thing, bringing it close up to his face. The sudden movement causes the worm to wriggle and Jimin giggles, smiling widely up at you, his eyes turning into small crescent moons as his eyelids pool around his eyes.

“It feels funny,” Jimin giggles and your heart lurches at how adorable he is. You lean forward and brush Jimin’s hair fondly, Jungkook huffing slightly before drawing in closer to you. Instinctively, you wrap your arm around his waist and pull him closer as you continue teaching the boys about the worm. You eventually swap the sea mouse for a starfish in the ‘petting’ exhibit before you once again begin speaking. You’re so caught up in your impromptu lesson that you don’t notice the fond smile on Namjoon’s lips as he leans against a wall, simply watching you and his sons.

He takes in the way your eyes light up as you share the wealth of your knowledge about the random creatures that inhabit the aquarium. He watches the way you speak passionately and yet still so softly, carefully explaining the terms so that his sons can understand what you’re saying. He watches the way his sons focus on every single one of your words, eyes growing wider and wider as they’re filled with awe and appreciation for each and every animal you show them. He watches the way Jungkook mindless plays with the hem of your dress, the way Taehyung hangs onto every one of your words and the way Jimin so subtly nuzzles his head into the palm of your hand. He can’t help but smile at the scene. Then, glancing at his watch, he sighs softly - almost regretfully - as he realises he has to break up the scene.

“Alright kiddos, put the starfish back. It’s almost dinner, bath and bedtime,” Namjoon says, cutting your impromptu science lesson short. The boys groan, Jimin’s lip quivering as he stares down at the cushion starfish nestled in his hand.

“But daddy I wanna play with the fishies more,” Jimin pouts, his voice taking a whiny inclination and Namjoon freezes, unsure of what to say. His heart lurches at the despondent look on his son’s face but he also knows that he needs to put his foot down, lest they truly become spoiled.

“Your dad’s right boys. It’s getting pretty late and they still need to close the exhibit. We can’t take advantage of Mr Kwang’s hospitality in letting me let you guys stay here late. Besides, now you have something to look forward to for the next visit, right?” you say cheerfully and their faces immediately change into much more excited ones.

“Daddy, noona join us for dinner? Please? Pretty please?” Jungkook says, running up to his father and pleading with his best puppy dog eyes; Taehyung also joins his father and Namjoon tries to fight them but is at a loss for words.

With a sigh Namjoon gives in, “That all depends on ____ kiddos,” Namjoon says finally, looking at you apologetically.

You let out a small laugh before shrugging, “Sure, why not? I don’t have any other plans for the day,” you find yourself agreeing. Instantly, the boys cheer, Jungkook and Taehyung quickly grabbing one of your hands each as they begin dragging you towards the exit. You let out a small laugh and allow them to drag you, Namjoon following closely behind with Jimin in his arms.

An hour later you find yourself sitting at a table with Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. He’s sat at the head of the table, with Jimin and Taehyung on his left-hand side, the two holding hands while using their chopsticks with their other. Jungkook is sat on his right-hand side, with you seated next to him. Your position gives you the perfect side view of Namjoon’s features. His face is calm, his rounded cheeks and deep dimple prominent as he smiles and nods along to Taehyung and Jimin’s story about what they did at their pre-school. Taehyung rants and raves about how Sungwoo, Jaewoo, Jimin and him had played pirates and cowboys all day long. That is until Jimin began begins grumbling and groaning about how Suri always has to take charge and the entire time Namjoon simply listens patiently, nodding along to his son’s words.

Idly, you place a small piece of beef in your mouth, concentrating more on truly taking in Namjoon’s features. His side profile is beautiful: small squished button nose and plush lips being the most noticeable, besides his sculpted jawline. You hear Jimin whine about how it’s unfair that just because Suri is a girl, she gets to do what she wants and boss them around and you briefly wonder where Namjoon gets the patience and tolerance to deal with not one, but three kids all at once. Your eyes continue trailing over the contours of his face before stopping at his pink, pillowy lips. They’re similar to Jimin’s, except Jimin’s are a lot smaller and pouty. Momentarily, you wonder what it’d be like to kiss Namjoon, to test how truly soft and luscious they are. As soon as you realise where your thoughts are delving however, you shake your head; eyes wide and deep blush prominent on your cheeks.

“Noona are you okay?” Jungkook asks and you look down at him, his doe eyes wide and curious as he stares up at you through the mop of his coconut head. You give him a reassuring smile before petting his head. Jungkook smiles brightly and then he thrusts his chopsticks towards you, the bulgogi precariously positioned between the two sticks. You wince at the weak hold he has on it, wondering what he’s doing as he looks at you expectantly.

“Try some,” Jungkook urges and you nod, bending over to try some.

“Kook, be careful you don’t want to drop-” Namjoon begins warning, but before he can finish his words, the sauce covered meat drops and lands on your white shirt. Jungkook’s eyes immediately go wide and he drops the chopsticks, reaching for his napkin but in the urgency of his movements, he doesn’t notice his elbow knocking over his juice. The drink spills and once again lands on you; you immediately jerk and stand up, using your tissue to try and salvage your top. Jungkook stares at you with watery eyes and quivering lips before he bursts into tears.

“Noona I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” Jungkook cries, drawing out the syllables of his words as he wails. Instantly, you stop fussing with your shirt and instead turn towards him. Simultaneously, Namjoon stands up to soothe his son’s cries but you beat him to it - pulling Jungkook in for a hug.

“Kook! Gukkie, hey, hey! It’s okay baby, it’s just some spilt food and drinks. It’s nothing to cry over,” you soothe gently as you begin gently cooing at him. Namjoon stiffens at the use of the pet name, watching you carefully through guarded eyes; his expression unreadable. With a gentle realisation, he notes that you don’t even realise you had said it, the word coming so naturally out of your mouth while you comfort his son. He watches the way Jungkook clings onto you, your arms wrapped around his smaller frame as you soothingly pat and rub his back in circles, trying to get his tears back under control.

“But I messed up your top,” Jungkook sniffles and you shake your head at him, smiling soothingly.

“It’s just a top Kook, I can always use stain remover or get a new one. It’s fine baby, nothing to cry over right?” you ask and Jungkook nods sheepishly. Namjoon cocks his head to the side when you repeat it, but once again, you’ve no idea that you even said it. Instead, you smile brightly at Jungkook, reaching over and brushing the tears out of his eyes.

“So, you don’t hate me?” Jungkook asks fearfully, his voice quiet as he looks down at his hand and your face softens further. You gather him into your arms once again and pull him into your chest. Namjoon watches the way Jungkook melts in your embrace, his arms wrapped around your neck as small fists clutch your shirt tightly while he nuzzles into your shoulder.

“Gukkie, baby I could never hate you okay? You’re my special little man, aren’t you?” you ask, slightly tickling his sides and Jungkook lets out a small, watery giggle, a light blush coating his cheeks as he lets out a shy smile before nodding eagerly.

“Why is Gukkie your only special man? I wanna be your special man too!” Taehyung whines and suddenly, you realise that it’s not just you and Jungkook in the room. You blush brightly at Namjoon, offering a look of apology as Namjoon waves you off before turning back to a pouting Taehyung and Jimin. Unsure of what to say, you turn back to Namjoon for help, a look of desperation etched on your face. Namjoon lets out a little chuckle, and taking pity on you, he stands up and begins gathering the plates.

“Alright boys, it’s bath time,” Namjoon calls and immediately twin cries of protest emit from the twins - both of them long forgetting your words.

“Daddy no! We had bath time yesterday,” Jimin whines, Taehyung nodding along and Namjoon sends them a look.

“Yes, and you played pirates in the mud today, which means you need another bath,” Namjoon replies and Jimin gasps, looking at Taehyung in betrayal.

“I knew we shouldn’t have told daddy we played in the mud,” Jimin sulks, Taehyung nodding along once again.

“Sorry Jiminie, but I was excited to tell daddy,” Taehyung frowns, his eyes downcast. Seeing the sadness in his twin’s demeanour, Jimin instantly shakes his head, petting Taehyung on the head.

“It’s okay Taehyungie,” Jimin begins as he comforts his other half, before “We just won’t tell him tomorrow,” he whispers conspiratorially and you and Namjoon resist the urge to laugh at how loud they’re being, despite trying to be sneaky.

“Alright, come on boys, upstairs now - go get ready for your bath,” Namjoon says, ushering his sons upstairs. Jimin grabs Taehyung’s hands and they both run off upstairs, Jimin whispering to Taehyung the entire time. Namjoon squints at them in suspicious, already knowing that they’re plotting something together, before he turns and gestures for you to pass him Jungkook. Jungkook, however, just clings to you tighter, burying his head further into you while shaking his head.

“No! I wanna stay with noona,” Jungkook cries and Namjoon looks at him exasperatedly.

“Nochu, it’s bath time and ____ needs to leave. Come on,” Namjoon gently explains as he tries to unravel Jungkook’s hold from you.

“No! Please!” Jungkook cries and Namjoon sighs.

“Jungkook. That’s enough, she’s already stayed for dinner, we can’t ask her to stay for longer,” Namjoon says, his voice stern, but soft. You’re surprised by the authority present in it: this is the first time you’ve seen him put his foot down or call Jungkook anything other than his nicknames. Jungkook hears the sternness of his father’s voice and shrinks further into you, now more upset his father is mad at him. You can feel his shoulders shake and look at Namjoon pointedly. Picking Jungkook up, his legs automatically wrapping around your waist as you hold him.

“If you want, I can stay and help with bath time? It doesn’t seem like he’s going to let go anytime soon,” you quietly murmur and Namjoon looks at you in shock before it turns abashed.

“You’ve already stayed a while, I don’t want to make you late or anything. Besides, bath time can be quite a battle,” Namjoon says and you shrug before walking in the direction Jimin and Taehyung disappeared off to.

“I’m actually off work from tomorrow till Monday, so I’m not really going to be late for anything. And well, if it can be that bad, surely an extra pair of hands would come in handy yes? Besides, I’m already wet from the juice, I may as well help,” you casually respond before climbing up the stairs. Namjoon watches you in a mix of astonishment and curiosity before he follows behind you.

When Namjoon described bath time as a battle, you almost chalked it up to him overexaggerating. But right now, as you watched Namjoon struggle to wrangle his twins so that they could get into the bath, you realise that he was far from overexaggerating. Jimin was currently hiding under his bed and Taehyung had locked himself in his cupboard, twin giggles coming from both ends of their room. Jungkook was still clinging onto you, watching as his brothers ran amok. Every single time Namjoon got a hold of one, the other would somehow escape and distract their father long enough for the other to escape. The twins had evaded him at least three times now and you almost felt sorry for him.

“Jimin, Taehyung! Come on,” Namjoon calls exasperatedly, as he threw his arms up in the air, “____, can you take Kook and give him a bath? He’s probably the calmest of them all. I’ll bring Taehyung and Jimin in a minute. His pyjamas are on his bed in his room,” Namjoon advises and you nodded. Quickly, you enter Jungkook’s room and grab his pyjamas. Then, adjusting Jungkook in your hold, you move to the bathroom. Luckily, Namjoon had already drawn the bath and you quickly checked the temperature, making sure it was okay.

“Don’t look, I can get ready myself!” Jungkook called out and you let out a small snicker. You hear the rustling of clothing as he struggles with his clothes and then, a couple of moments later; you hear the water splash.

“Okay, you can turn around now!” Jungkook calls out and when you do, you have to suppress the urge to coo over the boy. Jungkook is practically buried in bubbles, bath toys littered around him as he mindlessly plays with the various Pokémon figures floating about. You want to be shocked at the almost pool-sized bathtub, but really what else did you expect; you’re sure the boys could use it as a mini swimming pool if they really wanted to.

You bend onto your knees to sit on the floor and roll up your sleeve before leaning over to look at the various different bottles on the shelf. Spotting the shampoo bottle, you pick it up and squirt a bit on your hands, rubbing them together. Once it’s nice and lathered, you begin stroking it through Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook lets out a small whine and leans further back into you, his eyes closing as he enjoys the feel of you washing his hair.

“You’re very good at washing hair noona. Daddy rubs too hard sometimes,” Jungkook says with a soft sigh and you hum in response. Just as he says that, the bathroom door bangs open and Namjoon drags his two sons in, one under each arm before dropping them into the huge bathtub. The splash from the tub impacts you and you’re almost glad that your top was already wet from Jungkook’s juice spillage earlier.

“NO!” Jimin and Taehyung whine, crossing their arms and sulking.

“Give up kiddos, you’re already in the bath,” Namjoon says and Jimin and Taehyung let out a deep sigh as they continue sulking. However, their sullenness lasts all of two seconds before they become occupied with their toys, playing with each other instead. Taehyung turns to you, his head cocked to the side as he watches you absentmindedly play with Jungkook’s hair.

“Noona! Wash my hair too!” Taehyung says, half swimming half running over to you.

“Noona is really good at washing hair, Daddy!” Jungkook says and you let out a wide grin at his wide-eyed smile towards his father. It was obvious to anyone that Jungkook practically idolised his father.

“Is she now Kook?” Namjoon hums as he begins lathering Jimin’s hair and Jungkook nods furiously. Jungkook moves away from you, moving back to playing with his toys as Taehyung takes his spot. Once again you lather the shampoo in your hands before running your fingers through Taehyung’s hair.

“You should wash each other’s hair!” Jungkook says all of a sudden, and his words are harmless, his tone full of childlike innocence; yet the implications aren’t lost on you and Namjoon. Namjoon lets out a small choked cough while your face heats intensely, unsure of what to say. You, however, are just glad Hoseok and Seokjin are nowhere near to tease you.

“Yeah, daddy! Wash noona’s hair!” Taehyung demands and you’re unsure how to react to any of it.

“Maybe another time Tiger, why don’t you just sit still and let ____ wash your hair, yeah?” Namjoon suggests and Taehyung pouts. Nonetheless, you watch his face light up with mischief and suddenly trepidation colours your veins as you wonder what’s going through his mind.

“If you don’t want to daddy, then I will!” Taehyung says and before either you or Namjoon can stop him, Taehyung is reaching over and wetting your hair with the bathwater and suds. You suddenly still, eyes wide as Taehyung begins playing with your hair.

“Taehyung!” Namjoon thunders sternly and Taehyung freezes, turning to his father in sheepishness. He looks like a puppy that’s just been kicked; however, his hands continue moving, playing with the locks of your hair. You hadn’t been expecting Taehyung to suddenly attack you, but the way he’s standing above you, puppy-eyed while he stares at his father, all while continuing to ‘wash’ your hair, has you bursting out into laughter at the ridiculousness of it all.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asks, voice laced with concern and you laugh even harder before waving him off.

“Ahahaha, I’m fine! Taehyungie, you’re good at washing hair too,” you say with a teasing smile and Taehyung beams at you as he resumes his actions.

“Are you sure? I can stop him if you want me to,” Namjoon says and you shrug.

“I was already wet beforehand. Don’t worry too much about it, I needed to wash my hair today anyway,” you respond with a bright smile. Once again Namjoon regards you with an unreadable expression, causing you to smile lightly at him before resuming washing Taehyung’s hair. Another ten minutes later, and the boys are all clean. Namjoon quickly dries them off and dresses them while you continuously towel off their hair, trying to get it as dry as possible. Once they’re all done, the three of them run out of the bathroom into the twins’ rooms and as soon as they’re out, Namjoon slumps with a sigh.

“Honestly, I’m sorry to make you stay and help but I am grateful. If it weren’t for you, then I don’t think I’d have made it with my sanity intact,” Namjoon gripes, making you let out a low chuckle.

“It was definitely a lot more tiring than I anticipated. Is it always like that?” you ask.

Namjoon hums, “mostly yeah, but it can be better or worse depending on how much sugar they’ve had or how tired they are. Jungkook is the easy one, he loves bath time. The twins not so much, they’d rather just play all the time,” he explains, causing you to nod.

“Yeah, I can see that… Anyway, I should probably get going. It’s getting pretty late,” you say, despite not actually wanting to leave. Namjoon lets out another sigh before nodding.

“I’ll walk you out, just give me a minute,” he says and you let out a small snicker.

“The kids tire you out that much? You’d think you were an old fifty-year-old man, not a young twenty-four-year-old man,” you tease. Namjoon looks at you in shock, and then, all of a sudden, he’s reaching over and tickling you. A small shriek escapes your lips at the unexpected gesture before you break out into a fit of giggles.

“I’ll show you fifty-year-old man!” Namjoon calls out in mock indignation as he continues his assault on you. Wiggling uncontrollably, you let burst into wild laughter, Namjoon’s dextrous fingers drawing out a frenzy of giggles and shrieks.

“Oh my gods! Stop, I’m going to pee! Oh my god I give, I GIVE! I’m sorry for calling you old.” you finally gasp. Instantly, Namjoon stills his actions. He grins from beside you and you stick your tongue out at him. Glancing at the clock behind him, your eyes widen in the slightest before gracing him with a small sheepish smile.

“I really do have to go now though,” you reply and Namjoon nods - doing his best to hide his disappointment. He picks himself off the floor before giving you a hand, pulling you up to your feet. Dusting yourself off, you groan at how wet and clingy your clothes are.

“Fuck, I’m sorry about that! I’ll make it up to you somehow,” Namjoon says and you wave him off.

“Honestly, it’s no issue. Don’t worry too much about it. Spills happen all the time,” you reply.

“Yeah, but I still feel bad. There’s no way you can go home in those clothes. At least, change your top? Here, follow me,” Namjoon says as beckons you to follow him. Briskly, he walks out of the bathroom and disappears into a room just a little further down. Following him, your eyes widening when you realise you’re stood in his bedroom. Momentarily, you wonder how deluded as a fan you’d be labelled if you tweeted that you had been in RM’s bedroom? Perhaps, you’d even be labelled as a stalker - that is if people believed you.

“Here, take this. You can change the top and I’ll wash it for you. You can come get it whenever. The bathroom is down there if you need it,” Namjoon offers, thrusting out one of his hoodies to you before pointing to a door behind him. Part of you wants to decline, but you also know that there’s no possible way you could leave this house with your shirt as wet and wrecked as it is. Gratefully, you accept the clothing from Namjoon, making him smile gently as he leaves you in his room to get changed in private.

Once Namjoon shuts the door you begin unbuttoning your shirt before shrugging it off you. Your arms and stomach feel somewhat tacky rom the juice, so you decide to quickly wash off the feeling with some water in his bathroom. Once you’re happy the stickiness is gone you chuck your top in the hamper before pulling the hoodie over you. Marvelling at the softness at it, you wince when you realise it’s Yves Saint Laurent and for a small moment, you wonder if the man wore anything other than branded clothing.

Glancing at yourself in the mirror you cock your head silently, perusing your figure. Your hair is still wet from Taehyung’s actions and you shake your head in fond exasperation as you realise you’re probably due a deep condition to fix the damage from the soapy water. Your eyes trail over your body, almost chuckling at how small you look in the hoodie. It almost reaches your knees and your hands are practically nowhere to be seen, you didn’t even have sweater paws at the point. You knew Namjoon was a lot bigger than you, but his hoodie really puts it into perspective - especially since it was already oversized on him. After rolling up the sleeves of the hoodie, you turn and look at yourself again.

Suddenly, the silence break, “____? You okay in there?” Namkoon calling out to you as he knocks on the door. Running a hand through your hair, you open the door, smiling up at him shyly.

“Thanks for the hoodie, it feels good to get out of that top. Oh, I left it in the hamper, is that alright?” you ask, pointing towards the wicker basket, causing Namjoon to nod.

“That’s perfect. I called you a taxi while you were getting ready. It’s fully paid for so you don’t have to worry about going from here all the way back home,” Namjoon said.

His words have your eyes widening, “Oh, you didn’t have to do that!” you begin protesting, knowing how expensive it could be from this part of Seoul to yours, but Namjoon merely waves you off with a reassuring smile.

“Honestly, it’s nothing compared to how much you helped me - and it’s not like I can’t afford it or anything. Please just accept it, as a thank you?” Namjoon reasons. You look at him with wearily, before letting out a defeated sigh. Grinning at you, “Come on, I’ll walk you out,” Namjoon says. Once again, you nod before following him out the door. Temporarily, you both stop at Jungkook’s and the twins’ rooms, waving goodnight to their sleepy figures before you and Namjoon continue walking through his house. It only takes a few moments, but soon, you’re both standing outside, the taxi awaiting you.

You turn to Namjoon and smile softly, “thanks for having me over. Dinner was lovely,” you say, but Namjoon quickly shakes his head.

“You don’t have to thank me! If anything, your help was really appreciated. You made bath time a lot easier on me,” Namjoon says with a light laugh while he rubs the back of his head, making you giggle.

“It may have been a complete mess, but I had fun. Even with Taehyung playing hairdressers,” you tease. Hearing your words, Namjoon groans lowly.

“God, I was mortified when he did that, I would have stopped him but I didn’t realise he was going to. I hope he didn’t offend you too much. And I’m really sorry Jungkook spilt his juice on you,” Namjoon apologises with a deep bow, your eyes widening at the gesture.

“Oh my god, stop apologising! It really wasn’t that bad. I didn’t mind Taehyung washing my hair, it seemed like he was having fun anyway. And in terms of my top… It’s just a top and he didn’t mean it, it was an accident, spills happen all the time. Besides they’re such sweet kids, I don’t think I’d even have the heart to be angry at them,” you say nonchalantly, laughing the situation off.

Namjoon looks at you with a tender smile on his face, “yeah they are. You’re really good with them. Really - as weird as it is to say - I’m kind of glad Jungkook got lost that day,” Namjoon mumbles. Immediately, you look at him in mock disbelief.

“Mr Kim Namjoon, how could you say such a thing about your son?” you joke, your tone light and teasing, causing Namjoon to playfully roll his eyes.

“Stop it, you know what I mean,” he says and you snigger slightly before once again checking the time.

“Yeah I do. I’m glad he got lost too,” you reply with a bright grin. All of a sudden, the taxi honks and the two of you startle. Sheepishly, you grin at him before running towards the taxi while waving at him. Getting into the cab, you watch as Namjoon waves at you - even as you drive away - until he’s nothing but a small ant-sized figure in the distance.

When you can no longer see him, you relax in the back seat of your ride, subtly breathing in the deep scent of Namjoon’s hoodie. The scent washes over you, bringing a certain sense of calmness to your soul. He smells like sandalwood and sugary vanilla - a scent that is almost wholly him. Breathing it in deeply, a smile forms on your lips as his scent takes over your senses before you out the window.

You really were glad Jungkook got lost that day.

a/n: Hi! I hoped you liked it and it was worth the wait. God this chapter was so soft and fluffy I now need to go write 20k of angst 🙃

⇥ Masterlist | Chapter 4

[woossexyponytail]

Shadow Born Chapter 2 New beginnings.

Masterlist

We finally made it to Jeonju, the house we parked at was big, it was also very old, I looked over to Yunho he looked pale staring at the house.

"Oh how lovely, it hasn't change a bit" Auntie said looking up at the house, she undid the seatbelt and got out of the car grabbing stuff to bring in.

"Auntie? Are you sure this is the right place?" I asked walking up to her with a box in my hands, Yunho running up behind us holding Salem in his arms.

"It looks too old to be even liveable" Yunho said stopping in front of the giant black tree that was in the front garden, seeing a squirrel pop out of it, Yunho jumped back as Salem skatered out of his arms and both ran up to us.

"Of course it's the right place sillys" she said getting to the door, without lifting a finger the front door opened letting her in, I looked over at Yunho as we both grinned at each other.

Walking through the door in to the entrance infront of me was the spiraling stairs leading to the second floor, to the left was the kitchen and dining room, while to the right was the living room and a seating area.

"Hi, Hello there" someone said from the still opened door, turning around a woman was stood at the entrance smiling at myself and Yunho.

"Oh Hello, how can I help you?" Auntie said walking back from the kitchen, the woman gasped at auntie then brightened her smile.

"Jeong Bomi? Oh my goodness, how long has it been" she said walking up and hugging her, "Not long enough, apparently" she said looking over at Yunho and I, we both giggled looking away.

"Uh this is my niece and nephew-" auntie said pointing over at us, I smiled at the woman and Yunho waved at her.

"Oh I'm so sorry about your loss" she said walking up to us and hugging, I tensed up but thankfully she let go.

"So w..what are you doing here?" Auntie said looking around the place looking anxious.

"Your looking at the neighbourhood council, to welcome or in this case welcome back people, so welcome back! Anyway let me know if there is anything I could do for you" she said grabbing auntie hand and squeezing it.

"Thank you Haeun, well we've got a lot of unpacking to do" auntie said showing her to the door.

"Oh of course, I'll see you later" she said leaving, auntie shut the door sighing with relief she closed her eyes taking a breath then walking to the kitchen.

"Kang Haeun, satan how I hated her growing up, I forgot this town's so full of parasites. And not the good kind" she said opening up one of the boxes and taking out some plates.

"So it's not just because her name means God's grace?" I asked laughing Yunho chuckled as we helped unpack the kitchen.

After getting settled down stairs we all sat down in the living room. Auntie feed her spiders that were sitting in the corner, I looked at the time seeing that it was twelve o'clock.

"Right, I think it's time for you two to go upstairs and unpack, your rooms are still the same Yn on the left Yunho on the right" she giggled walking back in to the kitchen.

I walked up the stairs stopping at the top and turned left to look at the big door that lead to my new/old bedroom, Yunho doing the same.

I opened the door and was greeted by babe pink walls, the curtains white, my single bed put in the corner, dark wooden floors two huge windows that showed the neighbourhood.

The room fulled with boxes to unpack I walked over to the chest of draws seeing all the dust covering it, seeing three picture frames I picked the one nearest to me whipping the dust away.

Seeing a couple in the picture holding two baby's, it looked like mum and dad holding me and Yunho I put it back down looking over to the door to see Yunho standing at the doorway.

"I can't believe Auntie left so much behind" I told Yunho who nodded walking in to the room grinning at the colour of the walls.

"I can't believe it hasn't been vandalised or broken in to" Yunho said I nodded agreeing with him, there is something weird about the house, almost like it's alive.

After an hour the time showed one o clock in the afternoon, my room was all done and looked cozy, I smiled at the room liking it, but definitely have to change the colour of the wall soon.

"Oh you two are done, do you wanna take a stroll around town?" Auntie asked I nodded agreeing while Yunho sighed but nodded anyway.

The streets weren't that busy only a few people walking around shopping, auntie stopped looking up at a flower shop call Mystic Flowers, gesturing for us to follow her in to the building.

The walls where white, the floors a light wooden colour the flowers arranged in colour coordination all around the room.

A young male walked out of the back smiling at us he was very slender and tall, but not as tall as Yunho, his hair was black with red stripes through his strands, he wore a black shirt that was tucked in to his black jeans and black boots.

"Hi! I'm San welcome to Mystic Flowers, were you can get any flower your heart desire" he grins at us, he looked at me then pouted, "To cheesy?" He asked.

"Yes" both Yunho and I said at the same time, causing him to scratch the back of his neck, "What no it was adorable" auntie said giggling.

"Uh can I help you with anything?" He asked I caught him looking over at me again, raising an eyebrow at him, he blushed and looked down at the floor. Yunho watched our interaction and snorted.

"Oh no I was wondering if the place was still owned by the choi family?" Auntie said smiling sweetly at him.

"Oh yeah my mum still owns it, are you an old friend?" San asked eyes brightening up, auntie nodded while San quickly left to grab his mum.

I walked around the room looking at the different flowers stopping at a group of gorgeous purple flowers, I felt someone stand next to me, looking up San was standing there looking at the same flower.

"Ah the Ipomoea the flower represents love or death, It's one of my favourites mostly because it's purple" he said chuckling, I couldn't take my eyes off of him, he was stunning, shaking my head I smiled at him when his eyes connected with mine.

I noticed a bunch of gold roses behind him, walking over to them San followed me. I looked up seeing another woman talking to auntie, most probably San's mum, Yunho was looking at his phone uninterested to the things around him.

"You've got golden roses?" I asked carefully picking one up and lifting it to my face to get a smell of the odd flower.

"Yeah we just got them in this morning, beautiful aren't they? Did you know that they represents-"

"Sacrifice." I interrupted him as I touch the petals feeling how soft it was to the touch. "Uh yeah you know your flowers huh" he chuckled.

"I just like knowing the meaning and symbolism of things mountain" I said smirking at him, San chuckled blushing again I looked down smiling softly.

Looking back up at him as he was watching me with the flower, the noise around us stopped as I got lost in his eyes, a tap on my shoulder got me back to the present, looking behind me Yunho was smirking at me.

"We're going now Yn, didn't you hear?" He asked trying to stop himself from laughing, I rolled my eyes at him wanting him to be quiet and hoping I wasn't blushing.

"Hey San, we'll see you at school yeah?" Yunho said smiling at him, San looked confused at what he was saying.

"Your mum said you and I are in the same year, and since we just moved here we will see you at school on Monday" Yunho explained, San nodded now understanding what he ment.

"Oh yeah, see you on Monday then" he smiled down at me, I put the golden rose back and waved goodbye as we walked out of the building.

"Oh someone's interested" Yunho giggled as we walked down the street again following behind auntie, I elbowed him in the ribs as I quickened my pace.

"Ok you two wanna get some lunch somewhere?" She asked turning back to us, we both nodded then stopped at a small coffee shop that auntie said was alway her go to place when she was younger.

Standing in line auntie was going on and on about the sandwiches that they had and hoped that they were still made the same.

I decided what I wanted and zoned out looking around the room, it was very busy but people where getting take away instead of taking a seat, I looked at the staff that was behind the barrister station.

I caught the eye of a barrister he was about the same age as San, he had black hair parted in the middle, he had thick glasses on, he had a beauty mark just below his left eye.

Our eyes connected he smirks at me, tilts his head to the side and then gives me a little wave, the action made me blush so I turned away quickly.

Hearing a high pitch laugh I looked over to see him laughing a bright smile on his face, then another male about the same age with light brown hair one side laying over his eye while the other half slicked back, he had a large birth mark at the side of his eye.

He punched the other who was laughing, it looked like he was scolding the other, for some reason it brought a smile to my face.

We got to the counter auntie quickly turned around asking us what we wanted, we told her as the young male who hit the other walked up to us smiling.

"Hi I'm Yeosang, what can I get you?" He asked, auntie told him our order and paid for our lunch, Yeosang told us to sit down and Wooyoung that other barista would bring us our food.

We sat down near the window looking out at the street, auntie looked around at the place saying how the interior hasn't change.

The barista Wooyoung walked over to bring the drinks and food, he placed them down on the table, we thanked him but he didn't leave, looking up at him be was staring down at me a smile on his face.

"I'm wooyoung, you new here? I haven't seen you before" he said I nodded but Yunho pushed his hand out to shake Wooyoung's while auntie winked at me.

"Newish, we were born here but moved away with our aunt Bomi here, I'm Yunho this is my older sister Yn" he said he's cheerful personality coming out.

"Well, let me be the first to welcome you back, I'm the first right?" He asked, I shocked my head no but auntie quickly interrupted.

"Aw thank you sweety, that's very kind of you isn't it my little doves" she smiled, Yunho nodded then looked over at me, I felt Wooyoung's eyes on me.

"Uh yeah it is" I said a small smile on my face Wooyoung giggled at my reaction, I brushed my hair behind my ear looking down at the table.

"Enjoy your food" he said pushing a napkin towards me giving me a wink then walked away, I picked up my food then looked at the napkin seeing a number on it saying 'call me' with a winking face.

Yunho picked it up reading it then laughed, I quickly grabbed at the napkin taking it out of his hands, he then told auntie what was writen on it.

I blushed and sunk down in my seat wanting to leave and go home, this town is ridiculous, I'm like the new meat for some of these guys, Satan only knows what's going to happen on Monday.

[robinrunsfiction]

The Spaces That Divide Us - Chapter 1

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader Rating: General (future chapters will have author’s notes indicating when they may include violence) Requested By: None Author’s Note: To understand this story, it is vital you have read Weapons of Clairvoyance, which can be found on my masterlist. This story is so much something I wrote for myself, and honestly if you enjoy it, I’m really glad. Also if you would like to be on the tag list for this story, please let me know.  Song recommendations for this chapter: Nothing At All by Taking Back Sunday and Young and Menace by Fall Out Boy (~ denotes song change)

When you pulled up in front of the house, there was a light on in the living room despite the late hour. Gerard opened the door for you, the living room filling with crisp fall air as Mikey jumped up from his place on the couch as you walked in.

“Where the hell have you been?” he shouted before noticing how you were both dressed, looking back at the breaking news on the TV. “You did that didn’t you?”

“Mikey, listen,” Gerard started.

“You killed them! And you tricked them into shooting that Bob guy, Frank told us!”

“Would you shut up and let us explain?” Gerard shouted back. You didn’t know what to do or say, standing silently behind Gerard, wrapping his jacket tighter around yourself. Mikey’s mouth formed a tight line and his brow was furrowed, but he nodded and sat back down. Gerard began to explain your plan to draw Restoricom off the rest of them by taking off that night, how Brendon found you, and it was either following his plan, or continuing to run from Restoricom. He left out all mention of Sarah.

After hearing everything, Mikey nodded and sighed. “I’m sorry I blew up, I was worried. I didn’t know if I was gonna see you, either of you, again.”

“We couldn’t risk anyone else knowing,” you said quietly. “It could have compromised everything.”

“So, it’s over?”

Gerard nodded silently, and Mikey got up. “I haven’t slept in a week thanks to you two, so I’m going to bed. Welcome back.”

You sat down where Mikey had been sitting and let out a sigh. “We aren’t evil, right?”

“No Sugar, all we did was help Sarah do her job, and saved ourselves from being killed for what we are.”

You nodded listening to Gerard’s reassurance. He was right, you knew he was, but it was going to take time for it to sink in.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” he said offering you his hand. You took it, following him up the stairs to the comfort of his familiar bed.

~

The next morning Gerard woke up, squinting his eyes against the sun that was beginning to shine through the crack of the curtains.

He instinctively reached out for you but felt nothing but the cold spot where you had lay the night before. He sat up and saw your phone was gone as well. He tried to regain his bearings as he looked around his room. The gown you wore the night before was draped carefully over his desk chair, your pajamas in a pile at the foot of the bed. Your bag in the corner looked like it had been dug through, but it didn’t look like you had left with no intentions of returning.

Gerard felt another wave of guilt wash over him. He had come to learn that when you had a lot on your mind, you isolated yourself and he knew you were dealing with your own feelings of guilt over last night’s events. It was his fault that you were dragged into this whole mess. He jumped into a plan without considering other options and the next thing you knew you were doing a favor for Death and the blood of a dozen corrupt men was on your hands. Gerard felt like he needed to make this right somehow.

He got up and decided to go check by the lake to see if that’s where you were. He expected to find the coffee maker running when he entered the kitchen, but he found it was still empty and cold.

“Hey Gee, where’s the car?” Mikey asked, his voice still thick with sleep as he shuffled into the kitchen.

“(YN), she must hav-” Gerard started, but was cut off by his phone buzzing in his pocket. “(YN) are you ok? Where are you?”

Mikey watched his brother’s face turned from concern, to shock, to sadness.

“Are you ok?” He paused, listening. “Ok, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“What’s wrong?” Mikey asked as Gerard ended the call and started rushing toward the door, grabbing his jacket.

“(YN)’s house was burned down the night before last, and the investigators are all over her. It’s got to have been Restoricom. I’m gonna go be with her.”

Mikey nodded, his head still spinning at the news since he still wasn’t completely awake. He watched as Gerard went out the front door and gracefully transformed into a crow and took off into the sky.

~

You were sitting on the curb staring at the ground, the smell of burnt wood hung in the air. Last night as you got ready for bed, you realized that in the commotion of the last few days, you phone battery had died. You plugged it in but left it off, not having the mental energy to look at it.

But once you were in bed, you couldn’t stay asleep, afraid if you closed your eyes of what you would see, whether it would be memories of what you had done, or what might lay ahead of you and you weren’t sure which scared you more. Before dawn, you decided to give up and pulled yourself out of bed. You turned on your phone and wandered downstairs as it started up.

Dozens of text message and voicemail notifications started to load and your heart began to race. You went to the text messages first, all from your landlord.

(YN), its Kenny, the police just called to report a fire at your place, are you ok?

(YN) I’m heading over to your house, I hope you’re ok!

(YN) you aren’t answering, I hope you are just busy, call me back as soon as possible!

(YN) investigators need to talk to you, get over here ASAP

(YN) your boss said you quit weeks ago with no notice, what the fuck is going on?!

You felt sick to your stomach as you listened to the voicemails from the police and your landlord. You had to get back there and deal with the wreckage. You raced back upstairs, changed clothes and grabbed Gerard’s car keys. You’d call once he was up.

Now you heard footsteps running up to you. “Hey Gerard,” you said without looking up.

“Are you ok Sugar?” he asked sitting down on the curb next to you.

“Yea, no, I don’t know,” you replied, tears stinging your eyes. “Everything I had that wasn’t at your place is gone. My car is destroyed, photos, heirlooms, everything,” you sniffled. Gerard wrapped his arm around you protectively and you rested your head against his shoulder and let all the tears fall. Gerard looked back over his shoulder at the smoldering remains, it was a total loss.

“Excuse me sir, are you Mr.. Gerard Way?”

“Yea, is there something I can do?” he asked looking up at the police officer. You felt a wave of panic wash over you, as you hadn’t gotten the chance to fill Gerard in on the story you had told them regarding your whereabouts.

“Where have you and Miss (YLN) been the last few days?”

“Up at his cabin, my phone died, and I forgot my charger! God, I already told you!” you jumped in before Gerard had a chance to respond.

“Miss (YLN),” the officer growled, frustrated that your outburst had just compromised his line of questioning. You burst out into hysterical sobs, throwing your face dramatically against Gerard’s shoulder.

“Officer, you cannot expect someone in her emotional state to be questioned like this,” Gerard said, knowing full well you were putting on a show.

“Is there anyone who can corroborate your whereabouts?”

“My brother, Mikey. I can give you his number. In the meantime, is it ok if I walk to the café around the corner and grab her a coffee?”

“Leave your phone,” the officer said. Gerard got up and pulled out his phone and gave the officer Mikey’s number.

“I’ll be right back Sugar,” he said pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You watched as he jogged around the corner and suddenly a falcon flew over, heading out of town rapidly.

You had let your sobs die down so you could overhear what the officer was saying on the phone. He had to leave a message because, just as Gerard suspected, his brother wouldn’t pick up for a number he didn’t recognize. A few minutes later Mikey called back. You could hear the officer ask him the same question that he posed to Gerard about your whereabouts.

“And where do you live sir? Oh, that far out of town. Ok, fair enough.”

A few minutes later Gerard reappeared, two coffees in hand. The officer came back and gave Gerard his phone.

“We reached your brother; he corroborated your account. You’re both free to go, we will be in touch when we find out more.”

You and Gerard made your way back to his car silently. The sun was fully up, and he could see just how tired you were, the darkest circles he’d ever seen under your eyes. You handed him back his keys and got in the passenger side.

“Sorry for stealing your car,” you said quietly.

“Its fine. Whatever you need, don’t ever hesitate to take,” he smiled wearily as he started the car. “Are you ok? Really?”

“I’m drained, but also kinda relieved. Like, it really, really feels over now. That whole chapter of my life is done,” you said taking a swing of your coffee then looked over at Gerard. “Thank you.”

He glanced back. “For what?”

“For helping me, for keeping me safe, for believing in me all along.”

Gerard smiled; weight lifted off his own heart a little hearing those words. “You don’t blame me for this?”

You scoffed. “Not for one second. You didn’t give me this ability. You didn’t create that division of Restoricom. You’re my light in all this.”

Words danced on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back, instead reaching over and grabbing your hand as he drove home

“I was thinking I might throw a Halloween party,” Gerard replied after a while, breaking the silence.

You perked up. "Oh my God, is it really almost Halloween?”

“Yea, you don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all, is my favorite,” you replied with a grin, your mood decidedly improved. This was exactly what you needed.

Chapter 2

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Fries Can Lead to Guys

A/N: Sorry this took so long (also sorry that this isn’t the best but I really tried!). Hope you like it and thank you for requesting! Requested by anon: So, I’m the one who’s really excited and loves Twelve, Hi! I’d like to request from the prompt list “I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.” with Twelve, if that’s possible? Please and thank you. X Words: 1978 Warnings: fluff, slight angst maybe?

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Another day, another tray. Working in the lunch line at the college had its pros (being able to eat all the leftovers) and its cons (having to deal with annoying students, staff, and having an excruciating boring day). The only way I could deal with the cons was because I had my best friend Bill Potts working with me. She was the one to actually convince me to apply for the job in the first place and to say it changed my life would be an understatement. I got my first job, was finally able to pay off some of my college debts, I bonded with my best friend more than I ever thought I could, and I got to travel all of time and space with said best friend and her professor. That was the last thing I expected when I signed up to be serving sandwiches, but that was my life at this point and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. After watching Bill and Heather exchange love-filled glances and Heather walked away with a tray that had way too many chips, I groaned. Bill looked at me. “What?” “Don’t what me. You do that every single day. Just ask her out already!” I said, putting a roast beef sandwich on a boy’s tray after he pointed to which one he wanted. “It’s not that easy.” “So, walking up to her and saying, ’Hey, Heather, want to go out for coffee this week?’ is so difficult?” Another sandwich, another student. “You don’t know what it’s like! You’ve never had a crush before!” she exclaimed. I didn’t give her a response, instead, I gave more people part of their lunch. “You don’t have a crush, do you?” “What? No, why?” “You totally do! Who is it?” Bill quietly exclaimed as to not draw attention to our conversation. “I’m not telling!” “Oh, so you do have a crush! I knew it,” she said with a grin. “Do I know them?” Should I tell her? Oh, hell, I tell her everything. Plus she knows a lot of people. “Yes.” “Okay, what people do I know that you know, too? Hmm… Is it Dave in the kitchens?” “What? No, ew. Why would you even say that he’s not even my type,” I answered with a disgusted expression. “Okay.” She didn’t say anything for a while and didn’t the rest of the lunch shift. After cleaning up, we went walked around the campus, her randomly saying names of people we both knew to which everyone I said no to. We ended up sitting down on a bench under a tree, watching the people pass by and sipping on coffees we had bought earlier. “There’s no one else we both know. Literally no one else. Unless… No way. Oh, my God. You like  the Doctor!” “What? No, I don’t!” I insisted, trying to keep my voice and face normal. “You totally do! I can see why you two are always sending witty and flirty comments towards each other. It’s so adorable! Oh, my gosh, you have to ask him out! Maybe he’ll take you to an intergalactic McDonald’s or something,” she teased with a smirk. I groaned and put my face in my hands. “You’re never gonna let this down are you?” “Nope.” A pause. “Why him, though?” “Huh?” I looked up at her in confusion. “Why do you have a crush on him? I mean, I might if I wasn’t into girls but I don't see him that way. He’s like a grandpa to me or something, you know? Why do you like him like that?” I thought about it. Why did I like him? I stared off into nothing, trying to collect my thoughts. “I don’t know… He’s just so him. He’s so fascinating and clever and smart and creative and amazing. His accent catches my attention every time he talks about some space or history event that I had no idea even existed before the words left his mouth. His hair always looks so nice, as well. He cares about us and strangers, too, without even himself knowing it. He’s always so willing to help people and doesn't take a second glance at their past no matter what they did. He thinks so little of himself, but he’s the most incredible man I’ve ever met. I’m so in love with him. I don’t know what to do,” I finally admitted. Bill had her brows raised to her hairline. “I think so, too.” “Ugh, what am I gonna do? It’s not like I can just ask him out, even if he does like me like that, which I doubt he does. He’s a Time Lord from space and I’m me. I’m nothing compared to him.” “Hmm… I might be able to arrange something,” she slyly said. I furrowed my brows a this. “What do you mean? You’re not planning anything, are you?” “What? No, of course not,” she insisted, looking down at her coffee and fiddling with her straw in the ice. “Okay,” I replied suspiciously.

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Bill didn’t mention our conversation the rest of the week, much to my relief. I was still wary though. What if she told him? My friendship with him would be ruined and awkward. I couldn’t bear that. She and I were serving lunch again, her and Heather giving each other lingering glances like they did every day. I rolled my eyes and held in a groan. If I said anything she’d just pester me about the Doctor in return. “You got any plans tomorrow?” she asked out of the blue. “I got a class at nine and I gotta meet up with Nancy to talk about our project for English at noon, but I’m free after that. Why what’s up?” “Well, I was thinking you should go to the Doctor’s lecture tomorrow at two,” she suggested. I eyed her. “This doesn’t have to do with our conversation we had last week, does it?” “What? No. You’ve never been to one of his lectures, which I don’t see why ‘cause they’re so interesting. I heard he’s gonna talk about paradoxes tomorrow and thought you’d be interested.” I hummed. “Paradoxes do sound fun… Sure. Why not?”

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Turns out, Bill was right: it was interesting. The Doctor kept my attention the entire time, even if I had a hard time processing what he was saying, making eye contact with me at least every five minutes. Probably just wondering why I’m here since I never go to these, I mentally brushed off. The lecture lasted three hours. Who knew a person could talk that long about paradoxes? Well, he did steer off for about forty-five minutes ranting about how people’s concept of time is completely wrong and that the world needs to teach children the proper way that time is constructed of: a “big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff.” The room erupted with laughter at that line, myself included. The Doctor walked all over the stage during the three hours, using his chalkboard to draw demonstrations every once in a while (which kind of helped sometimes). After he dismissed us, the class gathered their things and left, a one or two walking up to the Doctor, who was sitting on the edge of the stage so he was eye level with them and asking a few questions. “Uh, YN, could you stay for a moment, please?” he called as I put my purse on my shoulder. I nodded and he went back to talking to the student in front of him. Before making my way down, I bid goodbye to Bill, promising her I would catch her tomorrow for breakfast since she was heading home. Once I reached the bottom, the students were gone and the Doctor was up erasing the chalkboard. “So, what did you need?” I questioned, looking up at him. “Come up here,” he said, making a motion with his hand towards himself. I did, climbing the stairs on the side of the stage. “Yes?” He turned to face me, chalkboard now clean, and asked, “Did you enjoy the lecture?” “Yes! It was very interesting even if it was difficult to wrap my head around it sometimes,” I responded with a chuckle, one he returned. “Good, I’m glad you liked it. Bill said you would.” I furrowed my brows. “Bill?” “Yes, you know, your best friend? Travels with us through time and space?” “Yeah, I know who she is I’m just confused on why you consulted her about our lecture. Surely, you don’t need your students’ approval.” “Well, when it comes to you, I do,” he replied. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He took a few steps closer to me, practically at arm's length. I looked up at him, the light shining through his hair that, creating a light shadow over his face. His eyes held an emotion I couldn’t place. “It means that you have this control over me, YN. I had planned on talking about Mozart today, but I changed my plans when Bill came into my office last night telling me she had something to show me, well more like listen. It made me ask Bill to take you here today. Do you know what that thing was?” I shook my head, extremely confused. “It was a recording of you confessing your feeling for me.” I closed my eyes and sighed. She said she wouldn’t tell him! What’s worse is she went behind my back and recorded me and had him listen to the recording. How could she? “Look, Doctor, I’m sorry about Bill. I don’t know why she did that and it was a very dumb move on her part because now our friendship is ruined because-” “YN, relax. I understand. Really, I do. I’m glad she told me. She’s known about my… feelings toward you since the beginning,” he hesitantly told me. My eyes widened. “Your… feelings? For me?” “Yes, that’s what I just said. I don’t know what it is about you, but you've managed to find your way into this old man’s hearts. Every day you continue to amaze me with your witty comments and clever ideas. I began to notice the way you laugh, the color of your eyes, the way you have your coffee. I didn’t know what I was feeling at first until Bill confronted me about it. It was then I knew it was you. It was always you, I suppose,” he confessed, looking down as he shakily chuckled, his hands in the pockets of his pants. It took me a moment to process what he said. The Doctor has feelings… for me? Me. of all the people in the entire time of the universe and he chose me? “Is that how you really feel or are you just trying to be nice and let me down easy?” His eyes found mine. “I meant every word.” I smiled and felt tears prickle my water line. I looked up and blinked multiple times to avoid crying in front of him. “Are you crying? What did I say wrong? Was it the coffee thing? Is that not what humans do?” “No, no. These are happy tears. Gah, I can’t believe this is happening. Come here,” I said, standing on my toes, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hug. I didn’t feel his arms wrap around my back for a few moments and when I did, I heard him ask, “This isn’t going to become a regular thing now, is it?” “It totally is,” I replied, my grin getting wider. He sighed. “I suppose I could get used to it.” And we stood there on the stage of the lecture hall hugging each other. The Doctor and YN. Together. Just as it should be. All because of one Bill Potts.