#meeee next daddy. i mean mommy.

[elitehoe]

Stat's putting women through walls. Wow she's so strong. Strongest woman alive actually!!

[bts-reveries]

where’s moonji?

the most beautiful moment in life | drabble/oneshot #4

genre: fluff, family

tw: very very very light mentions of death (if you read page turner, it’s just mentioning moonji’s mom)

member(s): namjoon

a/n: THIS IS FOR YOU ANON WHO ASKED FOR NAMJOON/BYUL/MOONJI CONTENT NEXT! <3 and also thank you to @serenjiminey for this idea~ 

“for the drabble you could probably do something where byul and joon work on a small children’s book about the whole gang for moonji’s bday where joon writes it and byul draws the illustrations for it :)”

also since this is a drabble, i didn’t make the little story too long, but i did try my best to make it sound like a kids book! hope this fulfills your need for some content, even for just a teeny bit~

btw, namjoon’s yn is byul in the other aus (yn in page turner) -> yn here too since it’s a solo member drabble anyways :)

and lastly, none of this would make any sense to you if you haven’t read the series! here’s the link to the master list: 

the most beautiful moment in life

This takes place after taehyung’s au~

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“Mommy!” Moonji yells. 

You were currently working, standing behind the counter at the library you worked at. Your eyes widened as her yell echoed throughout the quiet library. You put your finger to your lip and Namjoon puts his hand over her mouth, but instead his whole hand went over her entire face. The two walked over to you and you scanned a few more books you were entering into the system. 

“Sorry,” Namjoon whispers to you as he gets closer. Moonji managed to get her dad’s hand off of her face.

“Hi,” she whispers to you, smiling widely. You couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Hi sweetie, come here,” you tell her, reaching over the counter to take her. Namjoon passes her over and you press a small kiss to her cheek, hugging her tightly. “What brings you two by?”

Namjoon looks around him as if no one can know. 

“What?” You say. 

He then reaches over to cover Moonji’s ears, making her whine. “Birth-day-talk,” he mouths. Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape when you get what he said. 

“Moonji there’s some new books over there at the kids’ section, do you want to go check it out?” You ask, Moonji furrows her eyebrows as she couldn’t hear what you were saying with Namjoon’s big hands on both sides of her head. 

“Oh! Joooon~” You say, pushing his hands off of her little ears.

“Daddy and I will take you to the kids’ section okay? They have new books there,” you tell her. With this, her eyes lit up and she excitedly wiggles out of your hold and runs out of the back counter. She knew where to go as she’s been here plenty of times. You then tell your coworker that you’ll be “helping them find a book” so that she can take your spot in entering the rest of the books.

-

As Moonji sat on a bean bag surrounded by the new books she picked out, you and Namjoon stood by the shelves, discussing what to do for her birthday that was coming up.

This was the second year you got to be there for Moonji’s birthday. The first one being her third birthday and now she was turning four! How time flies. 

Her third birthday was just a small party with the group. You and Namjoon made her a cake that day instead of getting one from Sohyun’s bakery and the two of you treated her like the princess she is. The two of you got her a couple of books that reminded you two of her. I know. Typical dad author and librarian girlfriend. But books are really special to Moonji! Namjoon has told you about how the very first thing Moonji’s mom and him bought when they were expecting, was a book for her. Moonji loved flipping through pages and looking at the pretty pictures, as she does not know how to read just yet, and also having her dad or aunt and uncles, and maybe sometimes her older cousins read to her. 

So of course you had to get her a book for her birthday. She loved it anyways! But this year you were thinking of something a little different, yet the same.

“Why don’t we make a book for her?” You tell Namjoon. He tilts his head to the side. 

“A book? Like write one?”

“Yes! I mean, you’re a best-selling author after all~ Why not make one for Moonji?” You look behind you to see Moonji engrossed in the book she’s holding.

“You write, I do the illustrations, what do you think?” You ask, you already had so many ideas running through your head.

Namjoon laughs at your excitement, he found it adorable, “I like it. But what would we write about?”

You think a bit to yourself, thinking about all the children’s books Moonji has read. 

“We can talk about the whole group, maybe a fun, little birthday story? It’ll be cute!”

-

“So how do you want to do this?” Namjoon asks you. The two of you were currently in his office while Moonji was down for a nap. It’s been a few hours since you two first talked about it. You were very excited to work with your favorite author on a book!! I mean, you never imagined for it to be a children’s book, but nevertheless, you were excited!

“I don’t know, I’ve never done this before,” you tell him, staring down at your iPad. You were in charge of the illustrations, something Moonji always looked forward to whenever getting new books. “You can write first? Then I’ll draw accordingly~”

“Okay, but I’m going to need your help in writing,” Namjoon says, taking out his laptop. You giggle, leaning your head onto his arm.

“I can’t believe I’m making a book with my favorite--”

“Sttoooopp,” Namjoon laughs, nudging you off. “I would think we were over that.”

“Hey! Boyfriend or not, you’re always going to be my favorite author,” you say, laying back on his arm. Namjoon shakes his head, smiling and also giving up with you. 

“Fine, you win,” he says, turning his head, placing a hand on your cheek and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “But my princess’ birthday is in a few days so we really need to get started on this.”

-

~a few days later, the night of Moonji’s birthday~

Moonji’s party has come to an end and Namjoon and you were finally going to give her her birthday present.

“Daaadddy~” Moonji says as she was already climbing into her bed, ready for bedtime. “Where’s my present?” She pouts, looking down at her empty lap, motioning with her hands. Namjoon laughs, climbing in to sit on her bed as well, carrying Moonji onto his lap. 

“Yn is getting it,” he says. “It’s from both of us and it’s full of love, you’re going to like it.” His daughter’s eyes light up as she sees you walking into her room with a gift wrapped in your hand.  

“Are you excited?!” You squeal. You were very excited. More excited than Moonji herself. 

“Yeah!” She laughs, jumping up and reaching out to you. You hand her the gift as you get closer.

“Here, happy birthday baby,” you say, kissing her head as you hand her the gift. 

“Thank youuu~” She says, quickly ripping the wrapping apart. A small gasp comes out of her mouth when she sees the cover.

Where’s Moonji?

It said. With a cute illustration of Moonji on the front with her adorable smile and crescent eyes. 

“It’s me!” She says happily. 

“Daddy and I made this especially for you,” you tell her as you sit down next to Namjoon. 

“Can you read it to meeee,” she says, looking up at her dad. 

“Of course,” Namjoon says.

Where’s Moonji

To our little moonchild by Daddy and Yn

Today is a very special day. 

What day is it today?

“Moonji’s birthday!” Moonji yells out, making the both of you laugh.

Daddy and Yn were preparing for the princess’ birthday!

Of course, they were not alone.

Where’s Uncle Jin?

Uncle Jin walked in with his kids, Minseok, Soojin, and Haneul.

Of course, Auntie Mae was right by their side. 

“Where’s Moonji?” Soojin asks. Haneul wanted to find out too.

Minseok, being the oldest, knew where Moonji was.

It was still early so Moonji was still sleeping!

“Uncle Joon, can we go to Moonji’s room?” Minseok asks. 

Daddy says okay.

The three ran to Moonji’s room, ready to see the birthday girl.

“Good morning Moonji!” Yells the three. Moonji stirred in her sleep, not knowing what was going on. 

Haneul pouts as Moonji doesn’t wake up.

They want to say happy birthday!

“Uncle Joonie!” Yelled Haneul. 

Daddy came into the room right away.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Why I don’t wake up?” Moonji asks, looking up at you. 

“Maybe because you stayed up late watching movies with daddy again,” you say, booping her nose.

“Moonji won’t wake up!” Complained the three. 

Daddy tells them that she’ll be up soon. 

The three then left the princess in her room.

Then Uncle Yoongi, Auntie Sohyun, and Hana came in with cake!

Moonji’s birthday cake.

Special cake that fell from (24/7) Heaven.

Hana looked for Moonji as well.

“Uncle Joonie, where’s Moonji?” 

“Sleeping,” says Soojin. 

“But it’s her birthday!” Argued Hana. 

Will Moonji miss her party?

“No no no! Wake up!” Yelled Moonji as her dad continues to read.

“Haaaaaappppy Birthday Moonji!” 

Even the loud voice of Uncle Hobi did not wake up princess Moonji. 

Auntie Sarang and Huimang looked around for the birthday girl.

“Where’s Moonji?” They asked.

“Sleeping,” says Hana.

Now Uncle Jimin, Auntie Yuna, and baby Mingyu came!

Hey.

Baby Mingyu was sleeping too!

But where was Uncle Taetae? Auntie Bora? And Youngjae?

Uncle Kookie and Auntie Rina and Sian came instead.

“Moonji is STILL sleeping,” complained the kids before they can even ask.

“It’s okay,” says Yn. “Let’s decorate while we wait!”

Uncle Kookie helped blowing up balloons while Auntie Rina tied them. 

Auntie Yuna put baby Mingyu down to help Uncle Jin and Uncle Yoongi with cooking!

Uncle Jimin put up streamers with Uncle Hobi.

Auntie Sarang and Auntie Mae organized the presents!

Auntie Sohyun fixed the desert table.

And Daddy and Yn were EVERYWHERE!

“I’m here!” Yelled Uncle Taetae. 

Youngjae and Auntie Bora were right behind him!

“Where’s Moonji?” They all asked, presents in their hands.

“STILL SLEEPING!”

As everyone finished up with the decorations, it was time to wake up the princess.

How do you wake up a princess from their deep sleep?

“A true love’s kiss!” Moonji yelled. 

“You’re right,” Namjoon tells her.

Daddy and Yn quietly walked into the princess’ room.

Both of them pressed a kiss to her cheek, instantly waking her up.

“Good morning!” They yelled. 

Moonji smiles from ear to ear. 

“Happy birthday princess,” Daddy says.

As Namjoon was about to close the book, you stopped him. 

“Wait! There’s still a page or two left,” you tell him. Namjoon furrowed his brows as he only remembers writing until that part. You motioned for him to keep going. Moonji already flipped it before he did. 

A little gasp escaped her lips and Namjoon was just as surprised.

You drew an extra page or two, adding in Moonji’s real mom. 

Everyone that loves Moonji was at the party!

Uncle Jin was there. Auntie Mae and Minseok, Soojin, and Haneul!

Uncle Yoongi was there with Auntie Sohyun and Hana!

Uncle Hobi was there too! Auntie Sarang and Huimang came with.

Uncle Jimin, Auntie Yuna, and baby Mingyu too!

Uncle Taetae and Auntie Bora, with Youngjae~

Uncle Kookie was with Sian and Auntie Rina!

And of course Daddy was there with Yn.

I call her mommy.

Oh! And my real mommy was there too.

Can you see her?

You look up at Namjoon as he reads the last few lines. A tear ran down his cheek. You look down at Moonji and she was smiling, running her hand over the drawings. 

Mommy was there with us. Right in our hearts.

Everyone she loves was there. 

Moonji had a very happy birthday. 

Now the book was really over. 

“I love it!” Moonji yells with joy, throwing her hands up in the air. Namjoon wraps his arms around her, pressing kisses to her cheeks, making her giggle. 

“Happy birthday again princess,” you tell her.

Namjoon then looks at you with teary eyes.

“When did you put that in there?” He asks. 

“You sent me out to get it all printed and I had it made before hand. I sneakily added it in when you gave me the flash drive,” you say, smiling up at him. 

“... was it okay though?” You then ask. You knew that Moonji’s birthday wasn’t the easiest day to celebrate every year considering it’s also the death anniversary of her mom. Namjoon did his best to try and not to let the bad memories of that day get to him. He still loved her of course, and will always have her in his heart. Now that he had you with his daughter, you never ever want it to seem like you were ever replacing her. You want to let them both know she’ll always be there in memory and in your hearts. You, personally, never met her, but you knew she was amazing. 

“More than okay,” he tells you, pulling you in to kiss you on the forehead. “Thank you.”

[lyrazehedgieboiii]

Unpredictable

Just a oneshot that I made because I really don’t know what to write. Basically, this takes place in Pinky AU. Except, it’s a little AU-ish off of that universe.

(SONIC’S POV)

Amy’s been acting weird these past few weeks. I mean, she isn’t laughing at my jokes, and now I’m starting to get a little concerned. She never acts all serious. She’s acting all distant from me! I tried hugging her in bed, but she flinched and ran to the bathroom. She wouldn’t come out all night! She started wearing black hoodies and sweatpants. I tried to ask her what’s wrong, but she always slips out of my grasp. 

Today we’re going out with our friends. We try to find time every week to just chill with our friends. Knuckles and Rouge are married, Tails and Cream are engaged. Amy and I are also married, but right now, she isn’t talking to me. As soon as the girls came, they wanted to gossip, and Amy grudgingly followed them. I told the boys what was happening.

     “Hey guys, Amy’s acting all weird. She keeps flinching and twitching when I try to touch her.” Knuckles looked up. 

      “I watch shows like these! It means she’s hiding something!” I sat up, listening intently to what the dumb echidna had to say, while I sipped on some coke. “I’d say she’s cheating on you!” I spat out my drink all over Knuckle’s face.

     “But, Amy’s loyal! She’d never cheat on Sonic. She loves him, and knows that anyone who tries anything with her would die! There’s no way that she’s in an affair!” Tails yelled at Knuckles for his dumb theory. There’s absolutely no way that she could cheat on me, right? 

I looked over to see that she was gently nodding at the girls, before tightening her hood. Have I mentioned that she’s wearing my sweatshirt? It doesn’t fit her properly because of that small frame of her’s. She sure is my wife. She is hiding something, but she couldn’t be cheating on me. She’s never on her phone, and she’s always at home. We usually dance a lot, but ever since we had some...’fun,’ she’s made sure that she was as far away from me as possible. I thought that right now was the best time to confront her, because she looked a little more open than usual.

I walked over to where Amy and the girls were sitting and took Amy by the the arm, gently, and she looked up at me, her jade eyes confused and a bit spooked about me coming out of nowhere.

     “Ames, can we talk?” I asked. Her eyes widened, Rouge made a ‘wait-a-minute’ look, and Cream was throwing imaginary daggers at me. I pulled Amy to the staircase of the house, and sat her down. I sat down next to her, and took her hands in mine.

     “What do you need, Sonic?” Amy said, almost emotionlessly. It kinda hurt that she said it like that. I took a deep breath in, and hoped that what I was going to ask her wasn’t true.

     “A-Are you cheating on...me?” Amy’s eyes look horrified as she backed up against the railings.

     “What the fuck, Sonic?! Are you questioning my loyalty to you?!” She scoffed at his disgusting assumptions. She rolled her sleeve up to show her hand. A bright gold ring was shining on her fourth finger. “I wear my wedding ring with pride, Sonic the Hedgehog. What makes you think I’m cheating on you?!” She stood up and went to their room, and slammed the door loudly. A few moments later, a disapproving Rouge and Cream entered the picture.

     “Did you actually think she was cheating on you? You are so disgusting, Sonic.” Rouge spat out. She went up the stairs, Cream following. Sonic dragged himself back to where Knuckles and Tails were.

     “What happened?” Knuckles asked, his mouth full of french fries. Sonic sighed.

     “I asked her if she was cheating with me and she got upset. She asked if I was ‘questioning her loyalty.’ Then your women were eavesdropping on us, and now they’re currently comforting her.” Tails turned to Knuckles to smack him in the head.

    “OW! What the fuck was that for?!” Knuckles yelled, rubbing at the place where Tails hit him.

    “That was for telling Sonic to ask the dumbest question ever to Amy!” He snapped. They then looked at Sonic. He was banging his head against the coffee table. 

     “Sonic, just apologize.” A female voice said. The person emerged from the kitchen. It was Lyra, Sonic’s little sister. (MY STORY, I can decide whether I want my OC)

     “BUT SHE WON’T FORGIVE MEEEE.” Sonic whined.

      “To be honest, I just thought that she married you because you’re rich, and you’re the only person that loves her romantically.” Knuckles said bluntly. That blunt dialogue of his might get him killed one day. Sonic glared at the red echidna. He just had to open his big mouth.

       “LISTEN HERE, KNUCKLES, SHE’S THE SWEETEST YET FIERCEST WOMAN I KNOW. SHE IS EVERYTHING, BUT A GOLD DIGGER!” Sonic shouted. Knuckles however, seemed unfazed. “She never asks for anything. All she asked for was to be loved...” He stood up, determined to make her happy and feel loved again. “And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

-

       “HE THOUGHT I WAS CHEATING ON HIM! IS HE REALLY OBLIVIOUS TO ALL THE CLUES I’VE BEEN DROPPING?!” Amy cried as her friends tried to console her. She’s been crying for five minutes.

      “Amy, it’s not healthy to stress. You know what could happen if you don’t.” Cream warned her. Amy nodded, and proceeded to take deep breaths. A gentle knock was heard at the door. Before anyone could say anything, Sonic barged in. 

     “You could’ve at least waited for someone to reply to the door.” Sonic just shook his head.

     “My house. I can enter any room I want.” Amy scowled at what he had said. 

     “It’s also rude to interrupt your wife’s conversations, Sonic.” She snarled at him. He just smiled. He then motioned for the other two to get out. They obeyed submitingly, their eyes telling Amy to not accept his apology without a fight. Amy was internally happy that he was going to apologize. She kind of regretted not telling him the truth. She knew better than anyone that he loved kids. A lot.

      “Ames.” He said, as he slowly walked to the bed. She turned away, avoiding his gaze. He slightly felt hurt for it, but then remembered that it was his fault. He sat on the bed, carefully turning Amy’s small frame in his direction. “There’s something you’re hiding from me. What is it? You know that your problems are also mine, so if you have anything on your mind...” Amy tried to keep in a sob, but felt too emotional, which she never was. She was cheery, but also an expert at hiding her emotions. 

She sobbed in her husband’s chest, letting all the tears that she’d been hiding from him go out. Sonic comforted her, keeping her tight against his chest, but not too tight. She slowly leaned back and sniffled. Her glossy pink lips quivered.

    “I-I’m...pregnant...” Sonic leaned back, shock filling his face. Amy examined it, trying to find hints of what he felt other than surprise. Unfortunetely for her, she couldn’t read her lover’s face.

   “This...is...THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!~” He grabbed Amy and spun her around, before kissing her on the lips. He pulled up her sweatshirt, and gently stroked her stomach. “Hey there little guy, or girl. I’m your dad. I promise you that I’m going to be the best daddy ever! I’m going to make sure that you’re always happy. Now, your mommy here, she doesn’t need to try, because she’s already the best mommy ever because she’s carrying you three.” Sonic’s nuzzled his cheek into her stomach.

     “You would make a good dad...Sonic.” Amy said, before she was caught in another passionate kiss. She pulled away. “Besides, with my symptoms, I’m pretty sure that there’s more than one baby.” She walked away, leaving a flabbergasted Sonic standing there, processing everything she just said.

[blissfullylostinarabbithole]

Outsider Pt. 16

Pairing: Step Dad!Tony Stark x Teen!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Reader learns a bit about the man holding her captive.

Warnings: Force feeding, mentions of vom, unwanted advances, general creepiness. S1 spoiler for GoT.

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When you woke, your head felt foggy and your eyelids heavy. When you finally opened them, you saw a man sleeping beside you, and you began to remember what had happened the last time you woke.

You tried to sit up slowly hoping the creaking bed frame wouldn’t wake him, and had to bite down on your fist to keep from crying out at the blinding pain on your side. Making sure he was still asleep, you lifted your shirt and bandage and found the stitches had been redone. Though it was no longer bleeding, the spot was red and swollen, and it was starting to give off an unpleasant odor.

Looking around the large room again, you could feel the walls closing in on you. You couldn’t tell if it was day or night, nor had any idea how long you’ve been there. Eyeing the door, you weighed your chances of getting off the bed and making a run for it before he woke, but the bed was loud and you weren’t even sure you could run. Plus, you couldn’t take the chance only to find the door might be locked. You turned back to the sleeping man, hoping you could try to find the key and slip it from him, but found him wide awake and staring.

“Hi,” you gasped.

“Hello.” A smile began to creep on his face. “How do you feel?”

Your hand fell from its place on your side. “I need a doctor. I think I’m getting an infection.”

He rolled his eyes and propped himself on an elbow. “You’re just not giving it time to heal. Do you remember yet?”

His annoyance at your insistence for medical attention only confused you as to why he took care to stitch you up in the first place. Still, you had to try to find out whatever you could; stall until you could either get away or be found.

He frowned as you shook your head. “What happened to m-,” you stopped yourself, noting his own bruises, “us? Why are we hurt?”

He sat up, scooting closer to you. If he felt you stiffen when he buried his face into your hair, he didn’t comment. “You didn’t come to me,” he breathed in your ear. “Your daddy tried to tear us apart. I showed him.”

He began to laugh as your blood ran cold. What had he done to Tony? What had he to the others, to-

“Sam,” you whispered. The man gripped your arm hard, turning you roughly to face him. You grimaced at the pain, but kept from screaming.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing,” you rushed as his face contorted with anger. You watched it turn into rage as you studied his familiar features. Nat’s mocking laughter flashed through your mind, and it clicked into place. “Cletus?”

Like the flip of a light switch, his scowl became a beaming grin. “You remember.”

“It’s coming back to me,” you lied, relieved you were on the right track. “It’s slow going, though.” His eyes trailed down to your lips, and you had to swallow the vomit that raced up your throat. “Bathroom,” you blurted just as he was leaning in. “I need a bathroom.”

He threw himself on his back, laughing away the tension. “You’re shy,” he teased. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but usually a threatening undertone was nonexistent.

He nodded toward the corner where the bucket was, and you couldn’t help scrunching your nose in disgust. “I need to wash. At least I need to try to clean my cuts so they don’t get worse.”

To your horror, he got up to leave. He didn’t ask you to follow, or say a word about an available restroom. He walked out, and you heard him lock the door behind him.

A sob escaped you once you were confident he wouldn’t hear it. You tried to hold your tears back, but it was impossible. Deciding to take advantage of his absence, you climbed off the bed to test your strength. The walk to the bucket was slow, but you were able to stay on your feet until you were halfway back to the bed.

When you heard the door unlock, you wiped at your eyes and tried to free your face of any expression. He entered holding a pack of baby wipes, but your gaze followed the key in his hand as he slipped it into his pocket.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Tony stared at the ground, his cheek stinging from the slap your mother landed as soon as she stepped off the plane.

She'd said nothing when he told her what had happened over the phone, and even now she seemed at a loss for words. The ride back to the tower was tense, neither Happy nor Tony dared to even breathe louder than necessary.

At the tower, he led her to the conference room where all your gifts were laid out on the table.

“Where’s Barnes,” she asked, coldness in her voice.

“Honey…”

“All this evidence and he never said a word. To anyone.”

“It’s not his fault.” He chuckled humorlessly at the incredulous look she shot him. “I know I’m not his number one fan, but I looked through all this, we all did, multiple times. Aside from the book, there’s nothing here that points to anything of significance.”

“He still should’ve said something. He felt something was off, and he thought keeping it to himself was the right choice.”

“You’ll have to wait if you want to talk to him. He’s only been back once since she’s been gone, and that’s because Cap dragged him in for a shower and some shut eye.”

“Fine,” she huffed, dropping her things into an empty chair. “Where do we search next?”

“I’m sorry, what?” He saw the determination in her eyes, and knew he had to talk her down. “It’s dangerous, you can’t-”

“Anthony, if you’re about to tell me to stay here and just wait for you, the man who lost MY daughter, to find her, then I will grab her and take her home and have this marriage annulled before the police are even finished writing the reports!”

“I tried to protect her!”

“If you’d have been honest with her she might still be here!”

“I know,” he collapsed into the nearest chair, suddenly unable to look his wife in the eye. “I know I messed up. I keep messing everything up.”

“So make it up to me. Make it up to her. Find. Her.” She stormed out of the room, leaving Tony to gather himself while she prepared to take to the streets herself.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

You pushed the slop around the paper bowl, hoping he wouldn’t notice you weren’t eating it. It was disgusting, but it was also getting harder to refuse food and water. Though you were dehydrated, you were afraid it was laced with something to knock you out or worse. Sometimes he would leave you for a moment and you’d be able to dump what he’d given you in the bucket, and sometimes you’d even been able to get him to share his own once you’ve seen him consume some of it. This time, however, you were hoping to switch your bowl with his, and prayed that it would do something, anything, to disorient him enough for you to get the key and leave.

“Tell me how we met.” He stopped mid bite and glanced at you curiously. “I mean, maybe it’ll help me remember faster.”

He set his bowl down, and you took care to set yours right beside it.

“You were out with your mom, so so annoyed with mommy,” his eyes glazed over as he giggled at the memory, and you took the chance to grab his bowl. “You turned back and smiled at me, and when our eyes connected, our souls connected.” He picked your bowl up, and you smiled as he shoveled a spoonful into his mouth. “We knew from just that one look we were meant to be.”

“That’s,” horseshit, “wonderful.” You ate from the bowl, making his smile grow wider.

“You couldn’t keep away. When I got up, you followed and pretended to bump into me. You couldn’t wait to feeeeeel meeee,” he sang.

You began coughing, choking on the nasty sludge he insisted was food. This was him? The random guy you bumped into on your first few days in the city, the one who you thought looked familiar in the news article about the robbery? And he thought you made heart eyes at him or something?

He shoved your cup of water into your hands, but you tried to refuse it, much to his annoyance. He grabbed your chin and brought the cup to your lips, ordering you to drink. Thankfully, you ended up spilling most of it, and he reached for his own to also force into you. You drank it, and your coughing mostly stopped.

“There,” he smiled. “Feel better?”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

“Can’t have you dying on me now can I? Not when it’s not on my terms.” He began to laugh like he’d just told the funniest joke, oblivious to look of horror on your face.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Peter hadn't been able to sleep, and it was starting to show. Ned was exhausted, too, but never complained. They'd put up missing person posters on every shop window they came across before Tony had tasked the job to Happy and told the boys to return to school.

They stood at the entrance, trying to give a flyer to every student who passed. Some ignored them, only pushing past to get to class. Most those who took one, promptly dropped it in the trash without so much as a glance.

Peter was getting angry, his eyes beginning to water in frustration. He noticed Michelle approach, and dried his eyes before offering her one.

She took it, recognizing you immediately. Her body gave an involuntary shiver when she glossed over the suspect's info.

“Who's Cletus Kasady?” she asked, getting both boys’ attention.

“He's that psycho killer who murdered all those people last week.”

Her brow furrowed, and she turned back toward Peter. “He's the one who took her?”

“Yeah,” Peter nodded, drying his eyes again.

Behind him, she could see the garbage can filled with flyers and sighed. “Gimme some.” She grabbed half of Peter's stack and turned toward the approaching students.

One girl scoffed and tried to side step her, but she blocked her path and practically shoved the paper in her face.

“Have you seen either of these people?” she demanded. The girl was taken aback, but took it and scanned it before shaking her head. “If you do see them, or even think you see them, call the number at the bottom. It's important.”

Peter and Ned watched the girl walk away, her eyes still on the flyer as Michelle forced another one into the face of another student.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

You’d pulled the old switcheroo a few times now, and nothing ever happened. You’d watch with bated breath as he ate what was meant for you, but grew discouraged when every minute passed as he kept talking about himself.

The more he told you, the more desperate you became of getting away from him. He’d often lose his train of thought, or expected you to make connections between things that made no sense. When he told you he was the one who had murdered the Carrs, and everyone who was in their establishment, you broke down. He tried to comfort you, and you fought the urge to shove him away, even when he whispered in your ear that it was your fault for not doing as he’d instructed. You didn’t know what he’d meant by that, but it seemed the wrong time to ask since he’d been losing patience with your ‘amnesia’.

When your cries were reduced to sniffles, he tilted your chin towards him and began to lean in. He’d caught you off guard, and you turned away from him before realizing it’d been safer to let him, just for a moment.

He growled and grabbed your throat, pulling you toward him.

“I’m growing tired of this little game of yours,” he hissed in your ear as you clawed at his hands, struggling for air. “There was another before you, you know? She refused me, too. Do you know what happened? I pushed her away from me, and in front of an oncoming bus.” He shoved you away, watching you try to regain your composure. He shoved your takeout box back into your hands, and ordered you to eat.

You took it with shaky hands, digging up a fry from the bottom of the stack and nibbling on it. “It’s good,” you offered gratefully, trying to calm him.

“It’d better be. I risked going to that stupid diner in Brooklyn to get it.”

You paused, still only halfway done with that first fry. He’d avoided telling you anything about where you were, and now he’d just let it slip that you were still in New York. You tried to feel hopeful that you’d be found, though it only made it seem worse that he’d made it clear he had no qualms about killing you if he had to. The thought that you could die so close to freedom was enough to make you despair.

The box was snatched from your hands, and a handful of fries were being rammed onto your lips.

“Eat!” he snarled, using one hand to pry your mouth open.

The harder you fought, the more forceful he became, and he didn’t stop until you’d eaten every last crumb.

You cried yourself to sleep that ‘night’, and not able to take the sound of your weeping, he’d left you alone. It would’ve been a nice reprieve had it not been for your inability to keep much of anything down when you were stressed, making you spend half the night on the floor next to the bucket.

When you awoke, you were back on the bed, though he was nowhere to be found. There was a small table beside the bed now, and on it was a vase with a bouquet of flowers that looked all too familiar. On his side of the bed, there was the usual bowl of goo along with a note.

I forgive you

It was signed with a ‘CK’ and a heart.

You grabbed the bowl and dumped its contents into the bucket. You began to ‘wash’, using the used wipes to cover the food. You checked your bandage, and cringed at how nasty it was turning.

“Fuck,” you sighed. “I’m gonna go out like Drogo if I don’t get out of here.”

But you had no idea how. He wasn’t a deep enough sleeper for you to try to sneak out, and giving him what you thought might be drugged food and drink wasn’t working. You weren’t strong enough to remove the mattress from the frame, let alone one of the metal bars, and nothing in the room seemed to be loose enough for you to yank to use as a weapon.

Unused to having the table there, you bumped into it and luckily caught the vase before it fell. As you lifted it back onto the table, you noticed its weight. The ceramic wasn’t very thick, but it was quite heavy. Heavy enough, you hoped, to give you enough time to get the key and out the door.

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A/N: So, a fair few of you figured out it was Kasady :D I know erotomania isn’t his type of psychosis, but hey, it’s fanfic!

[drazzilder]

A Hellish Encounter

By Drazzilder

Chapter 21: The Past

WARNING!

Heavy themes: Human experimentation, testing, waking surgeries, possession

You wake up in a dimly lit room. It’s only about 10 feet square. All you see is the bed you are in, a sink, and a toilet. You get up and as soon as your feet touch the floor, you get a cold shock from concrete. All you are wearing is a hospital gown. Try the door but it’s locked. You start to cry because your scared, screaming “Mommy, Daddy!” to no success. That’s when you start to hear him.

“Good morning, (Y/N). You are finally awake.”

“Who said that?” You say looking around in fear.

“Don’t bother looking for me, I’m inside of you.”

“What?” You look to your stomach but you don’t notice anything.

“I’m a demon, I was forcefully put inside of you. I want to be free but that means taking over your body. Your body will live but you as a person will die.”

You start to cry from his words.

“If you give up willingly, I’ll make your death painless. If you try to stop me, you will suffer.”

“I don’t want to die!” You scream.

“So be it….”

Your body starts to contort and move on it’s on. Your skin is burning and you’re in unbelievable amounts of pain. Your arms twist, your legs buckle, and your head starts pounding. Now on the floor, you’re twitching and writhing in pain as the demon tries to take over your body. Your eyes roll back into your head, screams fill the room as the pain begins to take over. In another room, a group of doctors are watching you on a screen.

Doctor 1: “Do you think it was a good idea to put Him inside of a boy.”

Doctor 2: “Good god man, the boys only six! Don’t you have some humanity?”

A man stands behind the doctors, with an evil smile on his face. “It’s all for the plan. I think this might be the one.”

Doctor Lisa: “I hope your right, that demon killed 12 people already.”

SM: “It’s all part of the plan.” He says with an evil grin.

The screen shows you are now throwing up from the pain the demon is putting your through. You try to get up, but you collapse in your own vomit and begin convulsing again. This went on for years as scientist and doctors would come in daily trying to assess your condition. Some days you could speak, other days the pain was too much. They tried using holy water, the Bible, and other religious artifacts to reign in the demon’s power. Nothing seemed to work while others made it worse. The smiling man visited you a few times but it only made the demon angrier. The demon even resorts to making you hallucinations to trick you, showing you pictures of the outside world. You almost fell for it one time but you broke free of the fever dream. The torture goes for years as the demon wears down your body and mind. You think your about to hit your limit when Doctor Lisa comes in.

“(Y/N)?”

“Help…MEEEE!!!” You say as you’re convulsing on the ground.

“Demon, what is your name?”

“What?”

“What is your name?”

“I…. I don’t know….”

“A demon without a name? That’s weird. Every demon has a name. Can we make a name for you?”

“Why?”

“So, we have something to call you by other than ‘the demon.’”

“I suppose that is alright.”

“Let’s make a deal, I will give you a name if you give (Y/N) a break, just for one day.”

“Why should I? I am the one trapped inside his body!”

“And he isn’t the one who put you there.”

“You… make a good point.”

“Why don’t you take a break and (Y/N) and I will come up with a name.”

“Very well…but I must agree to it.”

“Oh course.”

You finally stop moving as you just lay there, breathing heavily. All you can do is look at doctor Lisa.

“(Y/N), how do you feel?” Looking at you as your body finally stills.

“How do I feel? I have been fighting back that demon for almost 5 years, how do you think I feel?”

“Well, I brought you something to make you feel better. I know the room is cold so I brought you this.” She hands you a stuffed doll. It’s a man with red hair, flames on his face, hands and feet and has a blue costume. She squeezes it and the doll announces “Prominence Burn!” The doll then begins to warm up. You instinctively hug the doll because it’s the only warmth you have felt in years.

“Why are you helping me now?”

“Because, you are not getting anywhere like this, plus I couldn’t watch it much longer.”

“Aren’t the other doctors going to see you.”

“I have taken care of the camera for now. Let’s think of a name, quickly before they find us.”

You both start brainstorming as fast as you can. Your knowledge of names is limited because of the isolation but she comes up with a few. First you started with normal names like Jake, Mark, Rick, etc. She suggested a few but nothing stuck. That’s when you said to start with one letter and the demon said he liked the letter Z. That’s when after a few minutes you come up with the name Zaheer. Lisa said she heard it before but she doesn’t know where.

“That name is satisfactory to me.”

“Good, now leave (Y/N) be for a day, got it.”

“It is not going to help much, but that was part of the agreement.”

“Thank you…. Lisa.”

After she leaves, you manage to eat normally for the first time in a while. Your body has been so used to the attacks from Zaheer that it feels strange to be normal. That’s when you start talking to Zaheer. It’s been so long since you have talked with another person that you would talk to anyone.

“Zaheer?”

“What, boy?”

“Where are you from?”

“Why are you asking such useless questions?”

“Well, if I am going to have a demon living inside of me for the rest of life, I might as well learn something about you.”

“I do not see the harm in talking with you. Very well, I am from hell.”

“Ok. How old are you?”

“Where I am from time is meaningless…but I guess on earth years, 7,000 years sounds about right.”

“Is that old?”

“Again, time is meaningless to my kind, I am not sure if we even die.”

“Have you been inside other people before.”

“Yes, and they all died.”

“That’s what I thought.” you sigh.

“I will be honest, no one has ever lasted with me as long as you.”

“Do you know why?”

“Most people do not have the will power you have. They either take their life or can’t handle the power. Then those ‘scientists’ put me in someone else.”

You take a few more bites of food and think a bit. “I have an idea but I’m not sure how you will feel.”

“What is it?”

“What if we work together to get out of here?”

“I’m listening.”

“Those men put you inside of me, what about if I find a way you could get revenge.”

“Now you are thinking like a demon.”

“I don’t care if I hurt them, just don’t kill them.”

“You do not want to kill them for what they done to you? You have been locked in here for years and you don’t know if you will survive yet you do not want them to die.”

“Yea, I guess that is what I’m thinking.”

“I will think about this.”

“Ok, I’m going to bed. I don’t think I had a full night’s rest until today. Good night… Zaheer.”

You wake up in the morning strapped to a steel table.

D1: “Good, you’re awake.”

(Y/N): “Where am I?”

D2: “How did you manage to stop the demon inside of you?”

(Y/N): “What?”

D1: “We have been watching you sleep and you managed to sleep through the whole night for the first time. What did you do?”

(Y/N): “I don’t know!”

D2: “Even if he did know, I bet he wouldn’t tell us. Let’s just get started.”

(Y/N): “Started on what?”

D1: “You’re the first person who managed to last this long with this demon, we are going to figure out what makes you tick. Doctor, pass me the scalpel.”

(Y/N): “You’re going to cut me open while I’m awake?”

D2: “Gag him, I don’t want to get a headache from his screaming.”

A cloth is quickly jammed into your mouth before you have a chance to say anything. The doctors begin to start cutting you abdomen. You feel the blade slide through your skin, the cold steel cutting effortlessly but painfully. Blood starts running down your skin as they pull you wide open. You watch in horror as they begin to poke and test your insides, looking for what you don’t know. You feel one of the doctors moving your organs as he wants a better view of something. The one pulls your intestines out and the other starts cutting your legs open to look at the muscle tissue. The entire time, you see a man in the corner watching with a large grin on his face. You try to scream the entire time but the gag is working and you pass out from the pain.

You come to a large beastly man is kneeling next you. His hand is on your abdomen and it’s glowing. It’s painful but it somehow starts feeling better.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m putting energy into your cells, making them heal faster.”

“Who are you.”

“My name is Adam. I’m like you, one of their test subjects.”

“What did they do to you?”

“They changed my DNA. You?”

“They put a demon inside of me.”

“I’m sorry.” He says with a truly apologetic face. “It looks like you’re mostly healed. I will probably see you again next time they want to perform tests.”

You’re all alone in your room again. Everything is cold. You grab the doll you were given and squeeze it. It starts to warm again as you hold it and cry.

“I am sorry (Y/N), I did not know they would be so heartless. Even for a demon, this has gone too far.”

“Zaheer, please don’t leave me.”

“For what they have done to you, I will stay until we are out of here.” He says as you lay in bed, crying yourself to sleep.

Next Chapter

[running-on-fanfiction]

Shea Theodore - Even the best miss.

Shea Theodore one please?!? Maybe where you guys have kids.

Having three kids, a hockey husband and a new kid on the way was not for everyone, but it was the life for you. Peter, was 12. Eliott was 10 and Finn was 5. There were all great kids, but having a house full of boys got annoying sometimes.

You had just gotten the table set when Finn came ran in with his dad’s hockey helmet. The helmet covers his whole head, all you could see was his chin. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Look mommy! I’m ready for my game tonight.” He giggled as he tilted his head up so you could almost see his eyes.

“I think you might want to use your own helmet tonight buddy. That one is a little too big, and it’s the wrong helmet. Daddy’s not a goaltender like you.” You said picking him up and placing him on the counter.

He giggled as he took the helmet off and placed it on your head. It was also a bit big on you, but not as big as on Finn’s.

“Whoa, did mommy steal my helmet again.” Shea joked as he took the hat off and placed a kiss to your neck.

“Nooo It was me Daddy!” Finn laughed loudly.

“You did?” Shea played along.

Finn just laughed as his father placed him on the ground again.

“Go wash your hands, and go tell your brothers it’s time for dinner.” Shea said as he watched the tiny boy run out of the room and down to his brother’s room.

He helped your pour drinks for the boys, before placing a kiss to your belly.

“And how are my two beautiful girls?” Shea asked helping your in your seat.

“We are good. Natalie, has been kicking up a storm today. More so when here daddy walked in the room.” You blushed.

“Aww she’s already a daddy’s girl.” He teased.

“Mommy!” Finn giggled as he took his seat at the table.

“Finn!” You replied making the boy giggle more.

Finn was always happy, even as a baby. He was always smiling or giggling. You always called him your happy little boy. A title he loved.

Peter, was a mix between you and Shea. He had his father’s look, hockey skills and the need to be nice to everyone he met, no matter how rude they were. He also had your love for books and movies.

Eliott was your worry wort. He was nothing like you or Shea, but you liked that about him. He was his own little person. He loved history, drawing and took everything so serious, but deep down he was a kid at heart.

“Mom, can we go to the library tomorrow? I need a new history book.” Eliott said taking his seat next to Shea.

“Of course buddy.” You smiled.

“Ohh, Can I go to mom.” Peter asked taking his seat next to Finn.

“I don’t see why not.” You smiled placing food on Finn’s plate.

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“Is that tight enough buddy?” Shea asked as he tied Finn’s skates before the game.

He tilted his head back and smiled.

“No.” he giggled.

“How about now?”

“Yup! Thank you daddy.” Finn frowned.  Finn, never frowned, so Shea knew something was wrong with his son.

“What’s wrong Smiley boy?” Shea asked standing up and grabbed Finn’s jersey out of his game bag.

“What if I miss a puck. Does that mean I’m a bad goalie.” Finn huffed.

Shea, smiled as he pulled his phone from his back pocket. He began to type something before turning his phone sideways. He placed Finn on his lap, before pressing play. Finn smiled as he saw the player on the screen.

“Is that Uncle Fleury?”

“It is and you know what?”

“What!?” Finn asked.

“Even Uncle Fleury misses a puck once in awhile.” Shea smiled before pointing to the phone screen where the Habs had made a puck into the net. Finn’s eyes went wide as he watched the puck pass Fleury and into the net. “See, even best players mess up sometimes. It’s okay, to miss every once in awhile.” He said placing a kiss to the kids cheek.

“Thank you daddy.” Finn smiled again.

“Now! Who’s ready to play some hockey!?” Shea hyped as he stood Finn up.

“MEEEE!” Finn giggled.

-Julianne

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17. Part 3

I have had the best night of my life, I do not want to leave but Jay and Mel are on my case and I can’t blame them “why don’t you just go back in my tee, I’m sure they will enjoy seeing that” watching Chris walk over with a bowl of cereal in hand “why won’t you let me get you breakfast? I feel bad not feeding you” shaking my head lightly “I need to go, Liana had a bad night and she needs me” I know he wants me to stay but I can’t, I feel so tired and sore. I just want to be in Chris’ arms “if I ever see that ring off your finger I will not talk to you, for two days” giggling at Chris “two days huh? You can’t even keep away from me for an hour” Chris sat next to me “I can, test me” squinting my eyes at him “I left for New York and you was begging to come, I might test you” bringing my face closer to the cereal bowl “you ain’t having none of my Lucky Charms” he moved the bowl away “wow! I am your fiancé now, we have to share!” I spat, Chris rolled his eyes scooping a spoonful. Smiling at Chris as he bought the spoon towards me but then did a U-turn into his mouth “hmmm” he smiled, hitting his arm “I hate you so much” the intercom went off “that is for you, buzz him in” this sucks, why did Rich have to be so quick.

Least I am wearing some decent clothing now, thanks to Mel sending me something. Placing Chris’ tee on the bed we made love on, so much love which was constant. I enjoyed every moment, biting on to my bottom lip with a smirk “you looked better in my clothes” I jumped up as Chris’ arms snake around my hips, I sighed at out. Resting back into Chris’ arms, feeling him press a kiss onto my neck “don’t forgot your flowers, I will miss you in my bed. I am going to be all alone now” turning around in Chris’ arms “I am sorry, trust me. I want to be with you every moment. You are coming aren’t you? For Liana that is, we will see each other than” Chris pulled a face “we have to be normal as fuck, that shit is wack to me. I can’t hold you, I get mean looks from your people” Rubbing the side of Chris’ arm “Chris I know this is going to be hard, I just need you to hold on. You need to ignore my people, we just need to work on us and then we can be strong enough for the world, I am finding this hard too. We just need to be always in contact, no matter what we do” tiptoeing up to peck Chris’ lips “we do this my way, I don’t want to hear things from the outside world. You need to tell me first, same with me. When our family find out and they start throwing these things at us, it won’t bother us because we are strong enough for that” I can see the sadness in his eyes and it is breaking my heart “aight” there is nothing more we can do but be like this.

Sitting in the back of the SUV, I guess rich knows now, but I do need to trust him. He will be the guy to drive me around “that was awkward” Rich said breaking the silence “what was?” looking ahead “all the kissing, I stood there so awkwardly” I feel bad now, I couldn’t help but make out with Chris “yeah, about that” scratching my head “can you like keep that between us, Chris and I are just working on us” Rich snorted “I am just your bodyguard, not the guy they go to gossip with. I have been your bodyguard for years, I have took you to see Chris, and I have took you to Chris when you needed to be looked after when you was drunk, I got you” he has a point, I am so stupid “I have done some stupid things” cringing at myself “life of a bodyguard, I wouldn’t have it any other way boss lady” smiling lightly “same Rich, wish everyone was so understanding like you and Mel” I mumbled, nobody will accept this, they have no choice now anyways.

I am so blessed that New York is cold because I can cover my neck and act cold, these hickeys look like the hickeys that are going to stay for a while, as soon as I get in I am going to put some makeup on my neck. Closing the car door behind me, I can’t believe that I am coming back to this place as an engaged woman, I am fucking engaged. I want scream about this, I want to tell the world because I am happy as fuck, I am so happy to be with Chris no matter what anyone says. Pushing the door open, I can’t stop smiling either “mommy!!” Liana spat running at me, I guess she was waiting for me “baby” dropping my bag to the ground “mommy missed her baby” picking Liana up “where you go!” she squeezed my neck “mommy went out, I am back now” smiling at Mel “Liana is sad but she did so well, she slept all the way through not needing toilet. She went in the morning but she pee peed a little on her big girl pants and she is sad about that” looking at Liana “that is not a bad thing baby” I don’t know why she is sad about it “I am happy you slept all the way through, don’t be sad. I am proud” potty training is not so fun but Liana is doing well.

I don’t think I can walk and hold Liana, placing her down “baby, please walk for me” Liana didn’t complain, she walked over to my bag and picked it up but then looked “oohhhhh” she pointed at the flowers “yeah, Liana. Leave those” grabbing the bag, Mel cleared her throat “Liana needs to stop hugging you” quickly lifting my scarf up and covering my neck again “too late you dirty little hoe” I couldn’t help it, I can’t stop giggling. Placing my hand over my mouth “bitch, tell me the details! I want them” she rushed over, I shrugged “things happened, I got flowers” feeling my cheeks heat up “and some dick, he’s given you a new lease of life. You are fucking glowing!” sighing out “trust me Mel, I feel like a new woman” I feel so good about myself.

Good luck to the person cleaning that apartment “nigga” dapping Lo before getting into the back of the SUV “look at you niggas all here, you wasn’t about to miss a free party” sitting in the back with Keeis “nothing like a party in New York and a fight” frowning at Keeis “Mychal is in New York, he been talking shit saying you can fight him if you want because you can’t fight” this is why I don’t fuck with Robyn being in New York “he can suck my dick, I don’t care. We just finna turn up here and have a good time” I need to get better, my reputation needs to improve “hood said he would throw a bottle at him” Lo said up in front “oh nah, no bottle throwing. I already lost some chin on that shit and I doubt he will come there, just let’s keep it one hundred. I will beat him up again when he doesn’t expect it” I need to keep my temper at bay, I need to keep a low profile at all times because then they can say Chris did change.

Dropped my stuff off at the hotel so now I can go and see this mansion Robyn is in, see my daughter for a while and then just annoy her people for a while. I know what her people are like, they don’t like me near Robyn. I understand why and why they want to keep Robyn away from me because I am not the best person to be with, my reputation has been shocking. I always fuck up, I always hurt Robyn. My people will be so happy for me because they know Robyn keeps me settled, I am quieter too but Monica is about to hate me. She always tells me I have something over Robyn and I told her it was just love, we love each other. We was meant to cross paths and we did, but now I can’t let that go, she had me from the start, just I fucked up. I honestly didn’t think Robyn would have had a baby at this point in her life, she was really content with life but I didn’t know she was trying, I was just being me. My mom did say she thinks Robyn did it to tame my ass down, it did but I still messed that one up. I can’t stress enough on how much her people are going to freak out, they don’t know half the shit she has been through but I do, I know my Robyn and there wouldn’t be anything they could have done to make her happy.

Looking out of the car window seeing the Mansion, this is so nice and she rented this out. This place is actually really out of the way, I can deal with this “when would you like me to pick you up?” my driver asked “uhm, I will text you. Might be a little late” he pulled up outside the door “thank you” picking my backpack up from the backseat next to me, opening the car door and slipping out. Shit is going to be so weird, I have to be normal with Robyn. But I really want to just start kissing her and tell Robyn how happy I am. Pressing the buzzer again, they must be in the studio or some shit because they are taking their time. The door flew open and I just gasped, looking at Rorrey’ face. She didn’t tell me this, he stared at me but then stepped back “nice” I said to myself stepping inside “down the hall and on your left” he said behind me, he is miserable as fuck.

Stood smiling at Liana, dancing in a princess dress watching some princess cartoon. Makes me smile when she tries singing, I don’t even think she gets the wording right. She twirled around but did not notice me “this girl is so into this” Mel paused the screen “oh no” she said turning to Mel “look who is here, stupid dad” my mouth hung open “hey, hey you mean super dad” Liana’ eyes lit up “my dad!!” she ran at me, I am scared she is going to fall with that long ass dress on, moving forward. Catching Liana “who is this beautiful princess, is this Liana” holding Liana out to me, she smiled “meeee!” throwing her up in the air and then catching her “aww you look beautiful” hugging Liana close “where is your crown?” Liana touched the top of her head “there daddy!” she pointed at the ground “let’s get this for you, you need your crown baby” I missed my daughter.

Grinning from ear to ear, Liana is performing for me “you know Chris, earlier Liana fell off the dining room chair. She hurt her head so Leandra dressed her in this to keep her happy, it was her own fault because I did tell her to stop playing around but she banged her head pretty bad” feeling Liana’ little hands on my face “dad! Look at me!!” dragging my eyes away from Mel ��baby, I heard you hurt yourself” Liana moved her hands away and sighed “just a little” her little face “baby are you ok?” my poor daughter hurt herself “ok, I get to play now” she is smiling so I guess she is ok “still having trouble with your legs bitch” hearing Mel say, my ears perked up. Looking to the side of Liana and seeing Robyn with an oversized sweatshirt on “shut up, I am fine” I am so happy to see her but then my face dropped seeing Rorrey.

Why did Rorrey have to be here, he ruins the whole set up. I can’t make it noticeable that I am looking at Robyn, but I want to touch her, I want her so bad “I sit here and baby sit here” Liana sat on my right leg that are sprawled out on the floor, her doll laid on my left leg “if you are a princess can I be the prince?” I questioned Liana, she turned around “no” she shook her head “oh wow, then who is prince? I am sad now” Liana got up from my leg and walked away “you will be nobodies prince” Leandra said “you ain’t finna be anybody’s princess either” Liana ran over with this male white Ken doll “is that prince?” taking it from her “yes” Liana nodded “I ain’t having no white dude be prince, who buys Liana male dolls? No boys, you hear that little lady” pointing at Liana, she giggled pushing my hand away.

Getting up from the floor “everything good though?” looking at Robyn, she stared at me trying her hardest to keep a straight face “uh yeah” her voice all high pitched “cool, your neck good?” I pointed, she gawked at me like I swore at her “she was out all night” Leandra spoke up “oh for real? Why didn’t you let me have Liana then?” Robyn is so confused as she touched her neck “it’s just there, some mark” pointing it out again “nothing” she spat “I mean, it’s got nothing to do with you. I just went out” turning around shaking my head “wow, I just find it funny how you can go out and then come back with some weird marks on your neck but when I have a lady friend it is an issue” sitting down on the couch “you seem butt hurt Chris?” Mel grinned at me, smiling back at her “maybe I am” tilting my head to the side “I see how it is though” Robyn is so quiet, she does not know what to do or say “erm you want to hear some of my music?” she randomly said changing the subject “sure, only if I am allowed” Robyn got up from the couch “yeah, I just came dowm from the studio to see you” this is so awkward for her, I can tell she is struggling.

Walking behind Robyn as we turned the corner, looking behind me before I do something stupid. Licking my bottom lip as I ran a little towards Robyn and slapped her ass, she gasped jumping forward a little. She spun around with her mouth hung open “how’s daddy’ pussy?” I said in a whisper, wrapping my arms around Robyn’ waist “sore, I miss you so much” Robyn said before pressing my lips against hers, pushing Robyn back against the wall while our lips never moved away, our lips racing against time. Robyn’ hands behind my head, moving back catching my breath “stop being an ass, stop teasing me” Robyn said, I chuckled “I can’t help it, you just be staring at me all lost” hearing footsteps down the hall so I moved back, I guess we better get in the room.

Nodding my head “I love this song, I can see myself turning up to this. This is so different for you, niggas won’t be expecting this from you at all” the room is so silent while I spoke and the music stopped “you think?” leaning down against the middle table “yeah, I think you should put this out to the clubs more. A turn up song for sure, I like it. What is the other song” grabbing the pen from the side and pulling the paper towards me, hearing the piano keys play I looked up at Robyn “what is this called?” she released her bottom lip from the grip of her teeth “stay” barely hearing Robyn say, nodding my head looking down at the paper. Writing on the paper as I looked around before I did ‘staying with you forever R.B ;)’ standing up straight and pushing the paper towards her, she looked down as she picked the paper up. Her brother is not even paying attention to us, actually nobody is caring for us “R B?” she mouthed, walking backwards slowly. Walking around the middle table “Robyn Brown” I said in her ear, brushing my hand against hers.

Looking down at my watch, I really need to make a move “I don’t mind, I will come back and feature on a song with you if you would like that?” I know she wants me too but won’t say it, she keeps saying I need to do another song “really?” why is she acting fake surprised for “you know I got you, I just can’t do it now because I need to go to the club. I will be back around though” I am trying to let Robyn know I am going out also “oh right, ok. That is fine. You can come around when you like, thank you” Robyn is so bad at this “no problem, if y’all are free. You can come to the club?” I really want Robyn to come out and just leave the rest here “Mel and I will come” Leandra’ ugly ass spoke up, I sighed out “uhh yeah I guess” Robyn chuckled “I will stay behind with Liana, have fun guys” is Robyn being real, I want her not them “y’all better get ready now, I will be going” now I have to put up with them two, I just wanted Robyn, but I couldn’t just say that “oh yeah, Liana and I have a fashion show which is in two weeks I think. It’s in New York” my eyes lit up “both y’all together?” this is so exciting “yes, we both about to walk it together” I think I am acting too excited, let me stop “I want to see” I spat “I mean see Liana” I need to act right “you see the places we got are fully booked by us” Jay Brown spoke, why is he even speaking “I want to see my daughter, how about you let blood be there instead of some help. Know your place” I couldn’t help myself “he is family” Rorrey spoke up “so am I, she is my daughter” fuck these niggas “Chris there will be a place for you, your mom too if needs be” Robyn soon spoke up, looking away from Jay “thank you” who are they to try and keep me away, I am annoyed.