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Hunter (M) - Prey Sequel

this is the sequel to my story prey (m) if you haven’t read that please stop and go read that one first before continuing. for those who have, thanks for taking a look at the sequel! i truly hope you enjoy this wicked little story. this is of course like the other one going to jump back and forth between time frames so please be aware of that. once again, i hope you enjoy and i hope to see you in my future stories 💜

Word Count: approx. 26.7k

Paining: fem reader x jaemin feat. jeno and haechan

Warning(s): time jumping (past and present will be divided by a header don’t worry), mature audiences only, explicit language, crime drama, crime solving, psychological thriller, house fire, very slow burn, storytelling, m*rder, spouts of anger (ch*king), sex, smut, abusive relationship, a long ass story ^^

Disclaimer: though it doesn't need to be said, this is just a story. i do not know any of the parties involved, don't take this sh*t seriously. also, as i am not one familiar with crime/court proceedings/durations of time involving solving a crime/police business some of this information (if this is your job) will be wrong. i tried my best with the dozens of crime dramas i watch XP

Preview:

“Depends on what you tell me here.”

“Do they really think that I would do something as deliberate as to set my home on fire with my child and I barely escaping it unscathed?! What kind of lunacy are they snorting down at your precinct?!”

“I know you would do anything to protect your kid. We all know that but my boss doesn't. So I need you to tell me EVERYTHING. The events leading up to the fire and what happened afterwards. I need to know it all and DO NOT leave anything out.”

Gulping your head slowly turns to Haechan. “Exactly how much of everything do you need to know?”

Holding up his work phone he shows you the voice recording app. Turning your head away he says, “everything.” 

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Staring blankly ahead of you not even bothered by the flashing red and blue lights you watch as men and women bolt towards a fiery beast. This couldn’t be…this wasn’t supposed to happen. And yet it was…

One by one they line up and spray water on this creature trying to tame it — an opening is created and another group rushes inside their silhouettes getting lost in the smoke that pours out of every opening. They were looking for any survivors, or rather one survivor.

Glued tightly in your arms your sons’ whales bring you back to him. Your white button down shirt soaked through from his tears. Wrapping him tighter in your arms you shield him away from the unfortunate event befalling your family. His face buried in your chest he repeats ‘mommy…mommy…mommy…’

If it wasn’t from the shock of everything you  know tears would cascade down your cheeks uncontrollably as are his. Nothing went the way it should have today... There shouldn't have been an accident … this wasn’t supposed to happen… 

The brave souls who tried to tame the beast run away coughing and falling to the ground. Their teammates rush to pull them away before they’re snatched by the beasts’ flames. Inside was far too hot for anyone to withstand for long periods of time. A man giving orders tries to get his team to spray water straight ahead to allow yet another team to enter, but just as a new round of men and women prepare to go inside another massive explosion sends those closest flying back and all others to duck.

Your sons’ cries become louder. Turning away tears finally fall onto the top of your son's head. Your home, the place you’ve lived together with your child for the past seven years, gone. All the memories of his first moments…destroyed. 

“Ma’am… Ma’am!!!” A voice says next to you. “MA’AM!!!!!” They scream startling you. A woman dressed in a paramedics uniform holds her hands out in front of you. “Ma’am, I’m sorry that I startled you but I need to check you and your son for injuries.” She says calmly.

“W-We-We’re fine…” you say but your voice cracks.

“I need to make sure, please,” she gestures to an ambulance that sits a few feet away from where you’re standing.

Looking down at your son, you see a few scratches on his cheek. “O-Okay…”

Leading you away from the firefighters who are desperately trying to get the raging fire under control, you and your son are placed inside the ambulance while two paramedics look both of you over for any type of injury. Your mind drifts away from what the female paramedic is doing, eyes laser focused on the entrance to your home. Your jaw tightens as bile threatens to erupt from within you. You jackass…why did you let this happen?!

“Ma’am,” the female paramedic calls you to attention. “You have a pretty nasty burn on your arm. I don’t think it’s severe but you should still get it looked at.”

Glancing down at your fiery skin you turn to where your son is being fully examined inside of the ambulance. “And my son?” 

“He’s alright ma’am,” the other paramedic smiles happily. “Isn’t that right buddy?” He asks your son who doesn’t speak.

“I’m sorry,” your voice comes out weak and tired. “He’s a little shy around strangers.”

“There’s no need to apologize. What the two of you went through – ” the male paramedic stops speaking, his head lowering to the floor of the ambulance.

“My daddy…Where’s my daddy?”

You freeze at the word daddy. Turning to the paramedics they both give each other unreadable looks.

“Ummm, we’ll go and find out right now. Don’t worry little man,” the male paramedic says before hoping out of the ambulance. “We’ll be right back.” He nods down at you.

Watching them like a hawk they walk over to who you assume is the fire chief. He at first waves them off aggressively. His eyes cold as ice. He appeared to not want to be bothered as he focuses on keeping his team safe. The paramedics, however, don’t leave. Instead the male paramedic steps forward whispering something in the fire chiefs’ ears. Immediately, his head turns to you. The coldness in his eyes vanishes the moment his fall to yours. Instead his eyes show sadness or pity — you can’t quite tell at this distance. Turning back rather rigidly he says something before waving the paramedics off. Moments later both of the paramedics start their trek back to you and your son, but as they get closer there is an eeriness surrounding them.

“The fire chief said he’ll be over to talk to you personally in just a minute. They’re still trying to get everything under control. Also, there were a few firefighters inside when the explosion happened so —” the female paramedic starts. 

“Th-There are people inside?!” You interject. 

“Don’t worry ma’am, he said that they are the best of the best. They’re okay and looking for a safe way out. So it’s best to focus on yourself and your son right now, okay?”

“When will they get out? They need to get out before another explosion happens! Good lord!!!” You start crying uncontrollably. “How in the world did this happen?”

“Mom…my…” your son whispers beside you before clambering in your arms again, “don’t worry… daddy will be okay…” he tries to soothe you but your tears come out faster than before.

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Standing before you gleaming from ear to ear is the man who has single-handedly fucked up your entire world. His brown hair slicked back, eyes sparkling with promise and unfortunately, admiration – he wears a black suit jacket, white button shirt, black tie and black trousers. You, a white wedding dress…

How did this happen? How could your life get twist turned upside down like this? Just a year ago you were in your own apartment climbing up the corporate ladder and now you’re about to get…

“Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The judge asks you.

Lawfully, the small sliver of who you once were snickers at the word. If only the judge before you knew what hell you’ve been through. If she knew what this piece of shit did she would arrest him on the spot and open up a whole investigation! 

Taking in a deep inhale, you close your eyes savoring the last moments of your freedom.

If only she knew… if only you could tell her, to give her a hint that the union she was about to officiate is a fraud, but you can’t…

Gripping your hands tightly the man you’re supposed to be in love with smiles his repulsive cheshire-like smile as he awaits to hear those faithful words ‘I do.’ Exhaling once more you do what’s best for you and your child that is currently kicking up a storm inside of you. Either telling you to marry the ass hat in front of you or trying to knock some sense into you and blurt out what you desperately want to say to everyone around. 

“I do.” You speak but your voice is broken and flat. 

You fall prey to the pressure of what would happen if you did reveal everything. The twisted web of lies this snake may whisper to others — it was too much of a risk. You can’t risk anything, not in your current state. 

“Well, if there are no objections,” the judge pauses for a second.

Objections? Why would there be any objections? This fox waited for the perfect opportunity to have this sham of a wedding. Your parents who are currently in a luxurious cabin in their mountain getaway for the next four days – that was so lovingly paid for by the demon in front of you. This little trip is sadly your own dumbass fault. You foolishly let it slip one night that your parents like to travel and remember why they decided to spend the rest of their lives together – away from you, away from distractions, where they can be with each other and remember all the years filled with memories. And of course, the devil used this information against you…

“No objections here!” Your mom shouts a glass of wine in hand via zoom call.

Glancing to the people around you, a group of men whom you’ve never seen before, your actual witnesses to this horrible union — all eyes are bright and happy for the two of you, all except one. Their eyes pierce through your soul as if they can read every thought, every movement of your body. Quickly, before he notices something he shouldn’t, you avert your eyes and focus instead on the hem of your dress as the judge looks around and gives everyone a chance to speak up.

“Well, if there are no objections, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

As if you were in some twisted romance movie, Jaemin eagerly leans in. His hands cupping your cheeks ever so gently, he places his lips against yours. His lips are glossy and soft while your painted red lips are stiff as a board. Like hell you were going to kiss him! You played your part. You weren’t going to give him anything more than the bare minimum. But that didn’t stop him at all. His one hand, closest to the judge, drops to your waist as he pulls you to him. The room erupts with cheers and applause from his guests and your parents. Tears prickle at your waterline, the last hope of freedom leaving you as your tears fall to the floor. 

“Congratulations!” Your parents shout.

Putting on your mask you smile gleefully at the screen. “Thank you mom and dad,” your lips quiver for a second. “S-Sorry you couldn’t be here.”

“We are too!” Your mom wipes her eyes. “We need to get together the moment we’re back in town.”

“Of course! A celebratory dinner,” Jaemin wraps his arm around your waist. “Plus, I know my beloved wife will want to talk to her mom about the nursery.”

“Ahhh!!! I can’t wait to get back! We’ll go shopping and help you two set everything up, won’t we honey?” She turns to your dad.

“Of course! Cheers my boy! May nothing but blessings fall upon you both.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Your parents end the zoom call by stating they’ll call later but to enjoy the rest of the day and have fun. As your parents say their goodbyes, Jaemin's guests swarm the two of you. 

“Dude! You did it!”

“Didn’t think you’d be the one to marry first but congrats!” 

“How does your mom feel about this one?” Another glances at you. “On second thought, fuck’em, you’re gorgeous!” He swoops down giving you a hug. “Welcome to the family!” 

“Hey! Hands off my wife,” Jaemin jokes.

“Hands off his wife and future baby,” a soft voice catches your attention. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Jeno.”

“Baby!” Jaemin wraps his arm around Jeno’s shoulders, a huge smile on his face, the same smile that captivated you when you first saw it. “This is my best friend, Jeno! Jeno, this is my beautiful wife! Told you she was gorgeous!”

Nodding and smiling Jeno keeps his lips pressed together tightly before speaking. “You did, you did.”

“Come on! We need to celebrate!” Getting behind you a shorter and rather petite young man smiles sweetly. “I’m Renjun, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Now, I know this is going to seem weird but I need to put this blindfold on you.”

“N-No!!!” You squeak and try to move away but strong arms keep you from going anywhere.

“It’s okay.” Jeno chuckles. “Just a small, very small party we put together to surprise you guys. I promise nothing will happen. See,” he gestures with his chin towards Jaemin who is already blindfolded. “Everything’s fine. I promise.”

As you look into Jeno’s eyes your rapidly beating heart starts to calm down. There’s something about his gaze that makes it seem like it’s okay to believe him. That it’s okay to put your faith and trust in him. Then again, you fell for that trap before too.

“I can put it on myself.” You state bluntly.

“Independent woman, I like her already. Hey toots! The names Haechan! How this guy ended up with a beauty like you is beyond me, but once you’re done with him come and find me!” He winks.

“Really, Haechan? They just got married!” Shoving him aside a rather nervous yet charming man reaches out his hand. “I’m Mark.”

Shaking his hand you then slide the blindfold over your eyes. Hands grip your shoulders as a soft and soothing voice fills your head. 

“The rest of the introductions will have to wait, but if you’ll just keep your hand in mine I’ll safely lead you out to the car.” Jeno whispers. 

“Why exactly do we need the blindfolds again? Isn’t the party at our house?” Jaemin chuckles.

“Who said it was at your house?” Haechan’s voice booms next to you. “Renjun, Mark, get Chatty Cathy out of here. Jeno and I will handle his beloved bride.”

“Princess!!! Don’t worry you’re in safe hands!” Jaemin shouts his voice getting farther away as he continues to speak. “Haechan don’t you dare touch her or this nice judge will have to charge me for murder!”

Giggling behind you the judge speaks up. “Have a wonderful day you two and congratulations!!! But please, no murdering anyone!!!!”

Strong hands intertwine with yours, their hand warm and comforting. “Okay, start walking forward.”

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Through a crowd of first responders you hear your name. Turning to the voice you see Jeno thrashing his way through trying to get to you and your son.

"Jeno..." you whisper. "JE-JENO!!!!" You scream for him to find where you are.

“Will you move?!" He shouts at a few firefighters. "I know the people of this home! Move!!!" With one final shove he bursts through the barricade they tried to make and sprints to you. Engulfing you in his arms he holds you tightly. “Are you okay? When I saw the news I came right away.” Pulling back just enough to inspect you, he cups your face in his hands. “What the hell happened? Did you get hurt? What did they say?" He checks your face for any injuries.

"Jeno,” you start sniffling. “I don’t… I don’t know what happened. It just…it just…”

Pulling you back to him he holds you in his arms. “Don’t worry, everything's going to be okay now. Is everyone safe?” 

Nodding you step aside so he has a view of his nephew who is still sitting inside of the ambulance. “Little man!"  He shouts, grabbing your sons’ attention. 

“Uncle Jeno,” he starts to cry again. 

“Hey Buddy!” He scoops him up into his arms. Your son’s tears keep pouring down his cheeks just as yours start up again. “There…there…everything's going to be okay."

"Da-Daddy..." he mumbles through his tears. "Daddy was..." he cries more.

Turning slowly to you Jeno’s eyes widen with shock. "Where is Jaemin?"

Covering your mouth you shake your head. "He-He...He…” you can’t bring yourself to utter the words. 

Everything happened so fast. One second the three of you were in the kitchen the next you’re outside with your son taking cover before the house went up in flames. It just doesn’t make any sense…

“Where…is Jaemin?” Jeno asks again.

“He was still inside when the house went up in flames,” you start choking on your tears.

"Mommy got hurt," your son points to your arm. "She saved me!"

Staring down at your arm, Jeno’s grip on your son tightens. "Of course she would," he smiles at him. "She would do anything to make sure you're safe."

"Is that so?" A gruff voice pulls everyone’s attention. "Would you do anything?"

Immediately getting in front of you, Jeno blocks you from this stranger's view. "Who are you?!" He demands.

"I believe I'm the one who should be asking all the questions. I'm the one who will be overseeing this investigation."

"Investigation..." Jeno mumbles. "Wait, this is just a house fire, shouldn't the fire chief be in charge?"

"It would have just been a house fire but now we're investigating a possible homicide."

"HOMICIDE?!" You and Jeno shout.

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Your hand grazes over the pictures that were taken from your wedding reception. The smiling faces of Jaemin's friends who have strangely become quite important people in your life since that day. Renjun and Haechan bickering after Haechan shoved some of your wedding cake on his face. A slight smile tugs at the corner of your mouth at the hilarious memory. Those two are like Tom and Jerry, constantly doing things to piss the other off but at the end of the day would feel incomplete if the other weren’t around. 

Then, there is Mark, Chenle, and Jisung smiling sweetly for the camera, but the best part of the picture are Chenle's fingers behind Mark and Jisung's heads while he smiles extra bright for the picture. The little sneak thinking that he would get away with giving them bunny ears – he would have too if Jaemin hadn’t sent everyone copies of the pictures. 

When the guys came over for a meal that’s when the arguing began between those three ensued, thank goodness when you brought out the food they forgot what they were fighting about — making the rest of the evening quite pleasant. 

Finally, your hand stops at a picture of yourself, Jaemin and Jeno. This one being your husband's favorite picture… You can hear his voice ringing in your ears when he printed out the picture,

'My two favorite people in the world... We should frame this one, don't you think?'

After the fake wedding and reception and when all his friends left to go back to their homes the mask you were wearing shattered. You didn’t have to pretend anymore to be happy about what was supposed to be the best day of your life. You could let your sorrow show and make sure the man that has single handedly ruined your life know exactly how you felt. Which meant going back to avoiding him every chance you got. There was no talking, no listening, and no doing anything that he requested you to do. The only thing you did was sit on the window seat staring out at the world that is no longer your oyster. This wasn't a marriage, this was a life sentence.

Slamming the album closed you place it back on the bookshelf next to all the other fake memories he's created to fit his twisted fantasy. The only memories that are real are the moments with your son. Everything surrounding the child you fortunately, yet unfortunately share with him are the realist moments between the two of you.

Opening up the album specified for your first pregnancy, you stare at a picture of the two of you from your first doctor's appointment, the memory playing out in front of you as if you were watching a movie. Jaemin couldn’t stop fidgeting despite the fact he knew you were pregnant before the doctor confirmed it. Whether his fidgety behavior was due to the anticipation of you blurting out that you’re being held against your will, or because he was truly excited to hear if your symptoms were in fact true that the two of you would become parents — you still don’t know to this day, but shockingly his behavior must have been normal for first time dad’s because it sure didn’t flag as unusual to the doctor or nurse. 

Turning the page you push down the memory of wanting to shout to the doctor, to the people in the waiting room that you were a victim of the man sitting next to you. Deep down you were desperately screaming for help, for someone to call the cops but from the moment he approached you at the last gate and told you that you were pregnant you lost the will to fight. The only will you have left in you is to make sure that your son has a happy life and knows NOTHING of what befell you. 

Looking down at the next picture you gently giggle at your first ultrasound photo. That day Jaemin said your son looked like a little lima bean. Strangely, it was a sweet moment. His eyes were glued to the monitor as a trickle of sweat dripped down the side of his face. He was always nervous when it came to your checkups. It was as if he was waiting for someone to pull the rug from underneath him. But the moment the nurse found the tiny little bean shaped baby growing inside of you, his shoulders slumped down and his body relaxed. 

He earnestly asked if you guys can have a photo and turned to you smiling brightly. As if this picture would cure all diseases, as if the child inside of you would solve all the world’s problems — he grabbed your hand gently, pulling it up to his lips where he gave your knuckles a kiss.

‘Thank you.’ He whispered. 

‘For what?’ You asked. 

‘Thank you for making me a father. I swear I will do everything in my power to ensure that you and our baby are safe. I promise.’ 

And you knew he meant every word…

After your son’s first ultrasound there are plenty of photos of your growing belly. Jaemin becoming quite thrilled watching the growth of you and your son. At first it was a little weird to you. You didn’t like seeing how big your stomach was getting and the small stretch marks that started to appear, despite rubbing cocoa butter on your stomach every day. But Jaemin being Jaemin reassured you every day…

‘Princess, you’re not fat, okay? You look amazing!’ He says holding up the camera. 

‘I told you I don’t want to take any more pictures.’

‘Don’t you want our son to see these when he’s older? To know that he has the best mother in the world?! To know that she took the best care of herself as well as him?’

‘Yeah, like a picture is going to show all of that,’ you roll your eyes. 

‘Please, just one more?’

‘Fine. Take it.’

In hindsight these pictures are some of the ones you treasure the most. Knowing the best gift you could ever receive in your life was with you – growing with you day by day, both of you getting stronger helped to heal some of the wounds you’ve suffered. 

But nothing will ever top the moment that both Jaemin and yourself saw your son’s face for the first time with the three-dimensional imaging. This was the moment where you knew everything was real! That this was happening! That you were about to be a mom! And Jaemin's words after seeing your son's face for the first time darn near broke you...

'You did it,' he whispers next to you. 'Look at him... he's gorgeous... great job, mom.'

Those words of validation for some strange reason had your heart and mind playing games with you. The Jaemin you first met was in that room with you, looking at the beautiful life you both created, together. His eyes glistening with tears despite his lips trying to hold back the proudest smile the world has ever seen. At that moment, you had the Na Jaemin back...

But those moments didn't last. The moment you left your appointment realization came crashing down. This isn't real. These moments are fabricated to fit one person's psychotic fantasy. Even the child that grows within you was not created out of love, but out of survival. Those weeks where you submitted to him while you painstakingly planned your escape, only for this gift and curse to keep you tethered to him.

"You know it doesn't have to be this way, right?" An all too familiar voice whispers behind you. "We can make this work between us. For the baby at the very least," his arms wrap around your waist pulling you to his chest. 

The numbing sensation you’ve grown accustomed to starts to slither up your body. It starts from your toes to your ankles, sinking deeper and deeper into your flesh. These past couple of months since the wedding you’ve learned a new skill — how to completely shut down any and all feelings. Letting whoever has control do whatever they please. 

"I've asked for your forgiveness so many times. I've been on my hands and knees for you. I've bowed my head on the ground before you. Yet you haven't forgiven me..."

But just like the venomous beast he is, Jaemin finds a crack in this new skill of yours. Bursting through like a bull he shatters everything before facing the one emotion that is always below the surface, rage. 

"Do you really think you deserve forgiveness, Jaemin? What if the roles were reversed? What if I bowed my head to you? If I begged and pleaded for you to forgive me after kidnapping you and gas lighting everyone in your life for my own fucked up fantasy, would you forgive me? Would you forgive me if I had forcefully rode your dick to kingdom come until I ended up pregnant further linking us together? Knowing full well no matter where you go in this world there will always be a part of me attached to you!! Would you still forgive me?!" You shout, your eyes and fists clenching.

Squeezing you tighter in his embrace, his forehead falls to the top of your head. "No.” He whispers. 

Startled, your body freezes up. Did he… wait, he didn’t just say, “no?” You ask.

“No. I wouldn’t be able to forgive you. I’m not going to pretend that I would. I won’t and I can’t lie to you like that. What I did was,” he pauses sighing, once again his arms wrapping tighter around you. “Is, wrong. The past few months since you’ve started to ignore my existence I’ve done a lot of thinking.

“I was scared that you were going to leave me. I was scared that the one source of happiness I found on this earth was going to disappear. Logically, I know if it was meant to be we could have made it work, but I had never fallen so fast and hard for someone in my life. In fact, I’ve tried to avoid falling in love completely.

“I can say that it was because of my parents, I can say that it’s because of crappy exes who didn’t care about me but about the money my family has, but that’s not the complete truth. When I lost my grandmother a piece of me broke that day. She was the only person who saw me. She was the only person to look me in my eyes and see Jaemin, not Na Jaemin, the son of a multimillionaire, the one to take over the company one day.

“She just saw me, her grandson. When you came into my life and we started talking, it was like I was seen,” he sniffles. “Someone was finally looking at me for me.”

“And you’re telling me your friends don’t see you for you?”

“They see me as the kid who’s from a rich family. Plus, it’s not like they aren’t from well off families either.”

“You’ve doubted their loyalty?”

“Never.”

“Then you trust them and accept that they see you for you.”

“Only one person.”

“Jeno?” You inquire.

Nodding he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, his arms loosening for his hands to rest on your round belly. “Please…tell me what I can do. Tell me what I can do to start over. To show you the kind of man I truly am…please..."

"Confess."

His body stiffens behind you. His heart pounding against your back. Closing your eyes you wait for any type of reaction from him. Whether it be anger, tears, or worse…

“Confess?” He asks, but his voice sounds distant.

“Yes. Confess all of your crimes towards me.”

Instead of answering you, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. His breath hot on your neck, you pray that he won’t do anything drastic. “I…I need help…” He chokes back a few tears. “Please, I need help… don’t make me… I’m sorry…”

“You need more than help, Jaemin. You kidnapped me, locked me in that room, and had me play that fucked up game for lord knows how long! You need to pay for your crimes!”

Jaemin buries his face into the crook of your neck. “Aren’t I paying for them already? You don’t talk to me. You won’t even look at me! You barely let me touch you. The only time you show an ounce of your true self is when we’re at your doctor's appointments. That’s it…”

“And how exactly am I supposed to act? Do you want me to put on a mask and pretend like I’m happy that my life was uprooted? That I barely get to see my family, oh, and the only time I do is when I’m around you? Come on, Jaemin…”

“Fine…” he sniffs and tears himself away from you. “Just… just let me at least be here when the baby is born, okay? After that…” he takes a deep yet shaky inhale. “I’ll confess to everything, okay? I’ll turn myself in.”

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“There we go, all better!” The nurse says as she finishes bandaging your right forearm. “Now, you’re going to need to avoid getting your arm wet for a while until it heals properly,” she starts.

“How long exactly?” You inquire.

“Well we’ll schedule you for an appointment in about a week at the wound center. There is a hospital across the river that specializes in the treatment of wounds and Dr. Andrews, the one who came in and initially inspected your arm,” you nod. “Well, he’s the head doctor there so he will be checking on your healing progress. He said that you’re very lucky and it’s not a serious burn, but to be safe for the next seven days if you can avoid getting water on your arm it would be for the best.”

“Wh-What about bathing? And my son, I need to give him baths!”

“I wouldn’t mind volunteering,” a snarky voice startles both you and the nurse. “That is if you don’t mind disrobing in front of me.”

Exhaling deeply you let out a loud groan. “What are you doing here, Haechan?”

“Jeno called us,” he steps forward. “Now, now, don’t look so miserable. You’ll break my heart.”

“He called you and you decided to sprint over here? How nice of you.” You spat.

“Look, I was just joking about the bathing thing. My sister can help you with that if you want,” he shoves his hands in his pocket shrugging. “As for the little guy, aren’t you staying with Jeno?”

“Yes…”

“Well, there you go. Plus, the little dude is like what 10? He can handle a bath by himself.”

“He’s six and a half,” you growl. 

“Easy now,” he smirks. “I was just playing.”

The nurse's eyes bounce between you and Haechan confused. “Exactly who are you, sir?”

“I’m the guy who’s going to be interviewing her for the homicide of Na Jaemin.” 

“WHAT?!” You scream. 

“Shit woman! Do you have to make my ears bleed?”

“I swear!” You look at the nurse. “I swear I didn’t do anything! Haechan! You jackass! What the hell is going on?!”

“Look,” he holds up hands trying to calm you down. “We both know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt Jaemin, especially not with your son around. The problem is that they found a body in YOUR home where there was a fire and Jaemin is nowhere to be seen. I’m not sure about the condition of the body but it’s already on its way to the coroners. 

“To be frank I shouldn’t even be on this case since I know you, but I can’t let this go to anyone else. Jaemin was my friend and when he married you, you became family to me. Until everything is resolved I’m going to make sure you and your son are safe. So just relax, okay? Tonight I’ll come over and explain everything that’s going to happen to you and Jeno. Call it a courtesy visit because we’re friends.”

“Haechan,” tears form at your waterline. “Please, you have to help me… I didn’t do anything! I swear! I could nev —”

He hushes you with his pointer finger against your lips. “I know and I hate knowing that right now you’re the prime and only suspect.”

“But I…”

“Ma’am, if this is your friend I’m sure he’ll do all that he can to help you. And if you said you had nothing to do with this incident you’ll be fine. The most important thing to focus on right now is healing so you can take care of your son.” The nurse rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“She’s right. It’ll be fine and I promise I will find out what happened to Jaemin.”

“Thank you, Haechan…”

“Of course.” His attention goes from you to the nurse, a somber look deep in his eyes. “So, is she able to answer a few questions now?”

“I don’t see why not, but please nothing too stressful. Ever since you showed up her heart rate has acted up,” the nurse teases. 

“I always knew you were into me,” he wiggles his brows and blows you a kiss.

“Go fuck yourself, Haechan.”

“If you don’t mind can we have a little privacy please?”

“Oh, yes.” The nurse nods and leaves. “If you need anything just press the button I gave you.”

“Thank you.”

You watch the nurse leave and close the door behind her leaving you and Haechan alone. Letting out a huge breath Haechan joins you on the bed. 

Looking out the small window in your room you ask the dreaded question. “How bad is it?”

“Depends on what you tell me here.”

“Do they really think that I would do something as deliberate as to set my home on fire with my child and I barely escaping it unscathed?! What kind of lunacy are they snorting down at your precinct?!”

“I know you would do anything to protect your kid. We all know that but my boss doesn't. So I need you to tell me EVERYTHING. The events leading up to the fire and what happened afterwards. I need to know it all and DO NOT leave anything out.”

Gulping your head slowly turns to Haechan. “Exactly how much of everything do you need to know?”

Holding up his work phone he shows you the voice recording app. Turning your head away he says, “everything.” 

“That’s a little personal don’t you think?” Peeking back at him you see him press the button and know there is no way to get out of this. 

“Why don’t we start from the beginning? Actually, none of us know this, but when did you first meet Jaemin?”

You shrug, “almost two years before our son was born.”

“How did you meet him?”

“I got lost while taking a back road and ended up at his grandmother’s estate where he was staying. I had gotten hurt while trudging through the woods near her home and he allowed me to stay until I was better. He even invited my parents over so I wouldn’t miss spending the holidays with them.”

Shocked, Haechan chuckles. “Damn he did all that?”

“Yes it was very nice of him.”

“When did the two of you become official?”

“New Year’s Day.”

“How long did the two of you date before getting engaged?”

Rolling your eyes you start growing irritated. “Are these questions necessary? I mean really?!”

“Yes they are. We need to figure out if you had any reason to harm him.”

Turning away from Haechan you can’t help but remember all those months that you were locked up in that fucked up labyrinth of a home. How Jaemin made you play that perverse game hunting you down like you were a rabbit and he the wolf. Not to mention the use of his pride and joy, Nana… 

Your head springs up. “The dogs!!!!” You scream. “How could I have forgotten?! What the hell is wrong with me?! Where are the dogs? Are they okay?” 

“The two males seemed to have run away because they were located a few miles away in a different neighborhood. They’re safe and currently staying at a shelter until you’re able to care for them.”

“And Nana! What about her?”

Haechan shrugs, “we don’t know what happened to her. No one reported a dog that was found. I’ll check with the fire house, but as of now she may have perished in the fire.”

“She’s…she’s gone?” Tears spring to your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I know how much she meant to everyone.”

“Oh, Nana…” you cover your mouth as tears fall onto your hand. 

Your lips hidden from Haechan lightly tug at the ends. Fighting back the urge to smile, you let the appearance of grief take over your body. That hellish beast will no longer haunt you! She’s gone! Finally out of your life for good! 

It’s terrible to admit that you’re ecstatic she’s gone, but you are. She never got used to you being around. She would snap, bare her teeth, snarl, and bark at you. Not to mention all the times she purposely rushed past you making you lose your balance. The only sad part is that you will need to tell your son that his favorite dog in the whole wide world has passed away. Now that is going to be hard.

“So,” Haechan starts the interview again. “You were going to say how long you dated Jaemin.”

“We dated,” you sniff, “for about seven months and got engaged three months after I found out I was pregnant.”

“After your son was born, how was your marriage to Jaemin?”

“M-My marriage?”

“Yes, how was it being married to Jaemin? Did the two of you fight a lot? How did you manage being a new mom and a wife?”

“I… u-ummm —”

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“Okay, I’m going to need you to give me one more biiiigggg~ push, okay?” The doctor instructs you.

“I can’t! I can’t do it!” You cry out.

“Princess you need to, okay?” Jaemin holds your hand in his. “You can do this, you can do anything you set your mind to.” He kisses your sweat drenched forehead.

“No! Seriously I can’t!” You start to cry. “It hurts!”

“Sweetheart, just think in one more push you’ll be able to hold your son in your arms. In one more push it’ll all be over,” he lays his head on top of yours. “I can’t imagine how much pain you’re in, but you just squeeze my hand as hard as you need to, okay?”

“Okay!!! On three I’m going to need you to push!” The doctor says enthusiastically.

“I can’t!” You now hold onto Jaemin’s hand with both of yours.

“You can do this!” He kisses your forehead once more.

“One…two…” taking a huge breath in, you brace yourself and squeeze the living daylights out of Jaemin’s hand when the doctor says, “THREE!!!”

“Yahhhhhhh!!!” Both Jaemin and yourself shout for different reasons. 

“We’re almost there just a little more,” the doctor instructs.

“Ahhhh c’mon!!!” You growl.

“You’ve got this princess just one more push!” Jaemin winces when you squeeze his hand again.

“AHHHHHHH FUCK!!!!!!!!” You scream.

And after the longest push of your life you hear the first cry of your baby boy. Immediately your body falls back onto the hospital bed, drenched in sweat. Your chest rises and falls quickly as you desperately try to catch your breath. Peeking down at the doctor, Jaemin’s eyes widen when the doctor holds up your baby.

“Princess! Princess!” He wraps his arm around your shoulders. “Look!”

Opening your eyes, you see the most beautiful baby in the world. Bursting into tears, Jaemin holds you close to him repeating ‘you did it! You did it!’ While his tears fall onto your cheeks.  

“Okay, we’re going to cut the umbilical cord now,” the doctor informs the two of you. “So, would you like to do the honors, dad?” 

Jaemin glances down at you. “C-Can I?”

“He’s your son, go ahead.” You reach up a clammy shaky hand and place it gingerly against his cheek.

Giving your wrist a quick kiss, Jaemin rushes over shaking from top to bottom. He’s given a pair of surgical scissors and the doctor tells him where to cut. After he is finished, they quickly take your son over to get a quick checkup, weigh in, and clean up, before he is placed in your arms. 

Consumed by this unspeakable feeling of pure love and adoration you stare at this beautiful baby. Feeling his breathing start to match your own, you wrap your hand gently around his. 

“You’re so beautiful right now,” Jaemin whispers next to you. 

Scoffing, you roll your eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure. I’m all sweaty, my hair’s a mess and sticking to me, I must look like a mess right now… So, don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying. You’re glowing right now. And I never want to forget this sight for the rest of my life.”

Peeking up at him you gasp at the state Jaemin’s in. Eyes and nose red from the tears he’s fighting hard to hold back, but the smile on his face could make the devil himself change his ways. It’s simply angelic. Then again, the bright ceiling light above him helps to create this angelic atmosphere around him. Bending down he rests his forehead against yours as his hand cups your cheek.

“I love you so much.”

Closing your eyes, you bite your lips before uttering, “I know, Jaemin.”

Letting out a hurt laugh he kisses your nose before pulling back. “Thank you for allowing me to be here.”

“Jaemin,” you whisper.

“I’ll set everything up for the two of you to be taken care of for the rest of your lives.”

“Jaemin.”

“I’m sure the guys will be there to help you with whatever you need so you don’t have to worry —”

“STOP!” You raise your voice but not too loud as to wake the baby. “Just… stop, okay? You don’t… you don’t have to say anything…”

“A deal is a deal.”

“This is your son! Even if I’m not ecstatic about it, he deserves to have his father in his life and not through a plate glass window. And before you get some twisted idea that I’ve suddenly forgiven you, I just don’t want to know that you’re in some jail cell counting down the days before you can see us again. I think that would make you crazier than you already are.”

“But I thought…”

“I will never forgive you. This is just me showing you some compassion and leniency which you DO NOT deserve. I’m doing this for my child, but you WILL seek the help you need. The moment you stop going to therapy is the moment I change my mind and go to the police.”

“Absolutely! I swear I won’t…” he chokes out a cry. “I won’t let you or our son down. I know you said you would never forgive me but I will do everything in my power to show you I can be a man you can rely on. I’ll become a man that will be there for you and our child.”

“There will also be a few rule changes!”

“Rule…changes?” His head tilts.

“You will no longer accompany me when I leave the home.”

“BUT –” he starts.

Holding up your hand you stop him. “I am not going to leave you. Not now with our son. I will also not speak a word of what happened in regards to the two of us. I will not speak a word to your friends either of the events that occurred between us and I will keep up my role as the happy dutiful wife. All I ask in return is that you trust me. I need to leave the estate at some point, Jaemin. I need to be free to visit my parents on my own. I need to be able to go to the store without having you tag along. Let me have the life of a stay at home mom, deal?”

Closing his eyes tightly, he nods his head reluctantly. “Okay. Deal.”

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The car ride to Jeno’s house is dead quiet. Your son has since fallen asleep with his head resting on your lap. The two of you are sitting in the back of Jeno’s car so your son can stretch out a little more. Across from you in the driver’s seat, Jeno’s hands grip the steering wheel tightly. It’s weird… this morning you had a home, a life, belongings, dogs, and a husband — now you’re homeless with a child, no job, and your parents… well, you can always live with them but after everything… 

“What did Haechan want to talk to you about?” Jeno whispers.

“He wanted to know about my relationship with Jaemin.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m the only suspect so far,” you sigh while stroking your son's hair. “He needed to get background information on my life with Jaemin.”

“What the fu —”

“Jeno!” You quickly interject.

Staring him dead straight in the eyes you look down towards your son. Instantly realizing his faux pas he gives a curt nod. “Sorry, I guess I’ll have to watch my language from now on. The two of you can stay with me for as long as you need to.”

“I’m sorry that this happened, Jeno. This must be such an inconvenience.”

“You’re not an inconvenience, you’re family!” He reaffirms.

“Thank you.”

The car goes quiet again. A thickness in the air of questions yet to be asked and answers that you honestly don’t want to give and can’t give. You’re still trying to wrap your head around what happened. How did the house become engulfed in such a short period of time? 

“So, what exactly did Haechan ask you in regards to Jaemin?”

“He wanted to know when we started dating, how our marriage life was like. I guess just your typical background information on the prime suspect. Jeno, if anything happens to me I need you to promise me one thing. I need you to —”

“Nothing is going to happen to you!” He grips the wheel tighter. “Do you hear me? Nothing! Haechan, the guys and I will never let anything happen to you. Plus, we promised Jaemin that a long time ago.”

“Wh-What?”

“When your son was born and after the plethora of baby pictures, I mean geez did the guy have to send every single one he ever took?” He chuckles, making you smile gently. “Anyway, after all that he called us out to have a round of drinks and said that he was the luckiest man in the world. 

“That he can’t believe that he had you in his life. He was just so happy. He asked us to promise him that if anything were to happen to him, anything at all, that we would take care of the two of you and we all promised without any hesitation.”

“He said that?”

“Mmmhmm. But now…” Jeno’s voice grows quiet. “Now that I’m thinking about it he was talking as if something would happen to him soon. It was strange. He was happy but at the same time he was scared.”

“He was scared?”

“Maybe scared isn’t the right word…worried, perhaps?”

“Worried…?” your gaze drifts off into the dark night. 

“Yeah it was almost as if his whole world would be swept away in an instant. It was strange we’ve never seen him like that before.”

“Did he ever say what was going on?”

“Ahhh!! We’re here,” Jeno states as he pulls into his driveway. “Haechan said he’ll be over in about two hours to talk to us about what will happen next. In the meantime I’ll make you guys something to eat and you can get cleaned up.”

“W-We don’t have anything to…” you whisper.

“Haechan said he’ll bring over some clothes for the two of you. His sister left some of her stuff at his place before she moved out. Tomorrow if the two of you are up for it we can go shopping for some essentials.”

“I promise Jeno I’ll pay you back! I swear!” 

Turning back around he cracks a wide smile. “Don’t worry about it. And I’ll say it here and now so listen up. There will be no saying ‘I’m sorry about this,’ or ‘No, you can’t. This is too much,’ or anything like that, okay?”

“You’re an amazing person, Jeno. Thank you for everything. Truly. We'll forever be in your debt.”

“Nonsense,” he gets out of the car. “Now let’s get you two inside and some food in your stomachs.”

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Sitting on the front porch on the swing Jaemin and Jeno put together for you a year ago during the early spring – you watch your son gleefully play with all of the dogs on the massive front lawn. It’s bizarre to imagine that three years ago you were holding your son for the first time. That he was this tiny precious baby and now, he’s running, laughing, and playing with all the dogs. He’s learning new words each and every day. How many clothes he’s grown out of, but one thing hasn’t changed – his love for you grows stronger and stronger each day.

“Mama!” He waves.

“Hi baby!” You wave back.

Nana barks, grabbing your son’s attention and he laughs while climbing on top of her. The smile you were proudly wearing starts to fade as the little shit of a creature wags her tail enthusiastically towards your son. Well, if there was one plus side with having Nana around, it was her loyalty. She would probably rush into a burning building to save your son before you took your first steps to do the same. She might be a bitch to you, but she loves your son dearly and for that, you’ll cover your disdain for her with a clench of annoyance with your jaw.

“I made some lemonade,” Jaemin says, coming out onto the front porch. “It’s extra sweet, just how you like it.”

“Ah, thanks,” taking your glass you mix the liquid around with the straw before taking a huge gulp. “It’s good.”

“It’s not too sweet?” He asks taking a seat next to you.

“No, it’s perfect.”

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I’m glad. I put in a little more sugar than last time. I’ll have to remember to make it this way from now on. So, what is on today’s agenda?”

“I need to go into town and do a little more shopping for his birthday party. Did you call the caterer?”

“Yep, they’ll be here an hour and a half before the party starts. The only problem we might have is the weather. It might rain in the afternoon, so I pulled a few strings and we’ll have a big tent set up the night before in the backyard as a precautionary measure.”

“It’s supposed to rain?” You ask worried. “Should we reschedule?”

“It would be too much of a hassle to reschedule. Plus, it’s just a smaller party this time around. Everything will be fine.”

“I just want his third birthday to be one to remember…” you pout looking out at your son who is still playing with the dogs.

“He’s not going to remember this birthday party at all so why worry? I mean do you remember your third birthday party?” Jaemin chuckles. “Once he hits seven that’s when we’ll have to up the ante.”

“Great, I'll have three years to plan the best party of all time.”

Jaemin starts to swing the porch swing gently, a huge smile on his face. “I know I’ve said this a million times already but I need to thank you for everything. If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be here for moments like these. I wouldn’t be able to see him grow up at all, to see him laughing and playing with the dogs, or see his first steps. It’s all thanks to you that I’m able to experience all of this.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you mumble. “Plus, who else would take care of Nana? She hates me and only likes the two of you.”

Chuckling, Jaemin reaches over and puts his hand on top of yours. “She doesn’t hate you.” Glaring at him he starts laughing more. “Okay, maybe she highly dislikes you, but I mean, you did try to kill me, remember?” He tilts his head.

“It’s not like I wanted to!” You snatch your hand from under his. “You left me with no other choice!”

“I know I didn’t leave you any other choice. It was a joke, I’m sorry.”

Glancing over you see the smile that Jaemin was boasting to the world has since disappeared. These past three years have been turbulent to say the least. You’ve sporadically burst out in pure rage towards him which could be a combination of many things. Blaming most of these outbursts on fatigue, which you felt was true considering your son would not sleep right until a few months ago – deep down both of you know it’s because you’re still harboring the hatred you felt for being trapped by him. Though admittingly, the feelings have become less and less as the years go by.

Jaemin has been an excellent father. He’s gone above and beyond anything you could have thought of. Even when he was barely getting two hours of sleep a night he would wake up and take care of his precious baby allowing you to sleep. The only time he ever woke you, was when there was no milk in the fridge that you pumped. Jaemin wanted to be present for everything in his child’s life, all of the little moments and all of the big moments. He’s been amazing…

“No, I’m sorry.” You rub between your brows. “I shouldn’t have shouted. Plus, I knew what I was doing back then. I wanted to do it…”

“You wanted to kill me?” He asks quietly.

“I wanted to be free.”

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“Okay, what are we looking at?” Jeno asks Haechan.

“Geez, can’t a guy get himself comfortable before you jump down my throat? Plus, where’s your hospitality? No drink? No offering of food? Tsk, tsk, not a very good host at all.”

“Haechan cut the crap!” Jeno growls. “This is serious! We need to know what’s going to happen!”

“Okay, okay, I know,” Haechan turns to you. “I sent in the transcript of what we talked about to my boss. He glanced over a few things but he’s still not satisfied. Now, I shouldn’t be telling you this, but he wants to look into the specifics of your relationship. I’m supposed to talk to your parents and try to get a feeling of how Jaemin and yourself were like during your relationship. He said something doesn’t feel right and he wants me to look into it.”

“Something doesn’t feel right?” You ask.

“For him, the timeline doesn’t make any sense. Honestly, I can’t blame him.”

Jeno runs an aggravated hand through his hair. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means while I was doing some research I found myself asking the same questions as him. How does someone who was so close to being a major player at her company just up and leave one day, out of the blue? How does she never go back to her job EVER and how does she not go back to her home? I talked with your landlord; he says he hasn’t seen you in over eight years. What’s up with that?” Haechan asks you.

“Why the hell are you looking into her like she’s some kind of suspect? Do you think she had anything to do with this? Whose side are you on?”

“That’s because as of right now she’s the prime suspect! It’s always the spouse who we dig into first with a fine-toothed comb, you should know this already. Look I’m on her side, but I’m going to do my job whether you or,” he looks you in the eyes and you knew what he was about to say, “you like it. This is my job! My livelihood. I can’t just sweep things under the rug. I promised that I would protect you and I will, but you’ve got to throw me a bone, some things just aren’t adding up.”

“So she quit her job and moved in with Jaemin. What does that have to do with anything? Plenty of couples move in with each other. If this is the kind of talk you wanted to have you can just leave!”

“Why are you getting so pissed? I’m keeping the two of you in the loop of EVERYTHING that’s going to happen. I’m not hiding anything.”

Jeno rises from the couch. “Because you’re making it seem like she’s guilty!”

“And who’s to say she isn’t?!” Haechan shouts while standing up as well. “Just because she’s family doesn’t mean she’s innocent!”

“Can we just keep our voices down, or take this conversation outside?” You ask.

“We made a promise to Jaemin! WE, as in all of us, promised to keep her safe as well as her son if ANYTHING were to happen to him.”

“And why did he make us promise something like that? Hmmm?! Maybe he expected that something would happen to him!”

“Are you fucking serious? Why would he think his life is in danger?”

“I don’t know, why don’t we ask his corpse that is in the fucking morgue!” Haechan screams as tears fall down onto his cheeks.

“H-Haechan…” you grab ahold of his hand. “Please, stop, both of you.”

“No! He’s being an asshole!” Jeno shouts.

“I’m trying to put together a picture so I can prove she had nothing to do with this!”

“And looking into her work history is how you do this?”

Sighing, you stand up between them. “Jaemin and I,” you start to speak but stop. “Jaemin and I had a fraudulent marriage!” You shout.

Silence fills the room as you finally speak some of your truth. Frankly, it felt nice to speak about things. Having kept this secret, this charade up for the past seven years has been tough. With Jaemin gone, perhaps…you can finally be free…

“What did you just say?” Haechan grabs your shoulders.

“I mean it wasn’t fraudulent in the literal sense. I lied to you when I said that Jaemin and I had been dating. We, well, the thing is –”

Scoffing Jeno rolls his eyes flopping down on the couch.  “So Haechan is right,” he shakes his head. “You’re going to sit down and tell us everything. No more secrets.”

“E-Everything?”

“Everything,” Haechan sits down as well. “This is only going to help you in the long run. If everything checks out then you won’t have anything to worry about.”

“What if I do have something to worry about? What if I say what happened between Jaemin and I and I lose everything?” Tears start to trickle down your cheeks. “Look, all you need to know is that towards the end, we were working on things. We even started to sleep in the same bed again! I swear!”

“You weren’t sleeping in the same bed?” Jeno questions.

Shaking your head anxiously, “I shouldn’t have said anything. I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”

“Tell us what happened!” Haechan states firmly and while you shake your head, your eyes close tightly, repeating ‘I can’t, I can’t’ over and over again until Haechan grabs your hand and soon you hear it click.

“H-Haechan!” Jeno gasps. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Haechan!” You squeak.

“Tell us everything or I’m going to take you down to the precinct and interrogate you the proper way. I’ll put you in our holding cell until you decide to talk. So, which do you prefer?” He holds up the other end of the handcuffs making your arm raise slightly.

Your eyes bounce back and forth between your hand and Haechan’s intense gaze. He wasn’t joking at all. He’s being dead serious. Gently turning to Jeno he motions for you to just talk, clearly exhausted from this situation and most likely today’s fiasco. Nodding, Haechan lowers your arm. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out his phone and goes straight to the audio recording app. Clicking the button he asks you the question, ‘what exactly happened between you and Jaemin?’

“Jaemin and I were married legally but we weren’t in love,” you start your sorted tale. “Well, at least I wasn’t in love. Jaemin, he was the one who was in love with me. I guess the real truth was he was madly, enthusiastically, crazily, in love with me. When we were married, I hated him. I was numb from the inside out. I only went through with the wedding because of my son.”

“Why would you marry someone you hate just because of your son? You were making quite enough money for yourself and any children you would have, so why go through everything to marry someone you hate?”

Shrugging you coil in on yourself. “That’s something I can’t explain. Like I stated I was numb. I had shut down all thoughts and feelings for the most part. It was as if I was looking at my life from outside of my body. I liked Jaemin when we first met. I even thought I found the person I would spend the rest of my life with, but he went crazy when I told him I had to go. He started acting erratic and, well, there’s really no other way to say it, but he kidnapped me.”

Haechan stops the recording quickly after you finish speaking. “What the fuck do you mean he kidnapped you?!”

“Jaemin slipped something into my drink the night before I was going to leave. I fell asleep in his arms in his bed and when I woke up I was in a different room chained to a bed. The chain was long enough for me to move around the room and to use the bathroom, but I couldn’t leave. He had Nana, for the most part, watch the door I was in. That little bitch hated me.” You roll your eyes. “The tears I was shedding in the hospital when you told me she was gone, were tears of joy. I couldn’t stand that dog. She would always try to trip me, she would bark at me, snap at me. She was acting like a jealous ex-girlfriend. She was like that the moment I stepped into Jaemin’s life.”

Shaking his head, Haechan stands up. “No. This… This didn’t happen.” He grabs his phone.

“It did happen, Haechan! I was locked in a fucking room for months and was made to play some stupid game where he was hunting me!”

“Shut up!” Haechan growls.

“No! You wanted to know what happened between us, so I’m going to tell you what happened between us. Every week I had to attempt to escape the estate. That was the game. Try to get through the fucking maze below the house to the main floors and escape past the three gates that were locked – the kicker, he had put the key to the locks to the gates on my collar that he had me wear around my neck. I was given breaks only at dinner time and at night where I had to enter a designated room.

“Once I was inside there was a light that turned green indicating that the game was officially on hold until the next morning. He would use Nana to sniff me out which made escaping damn near impossible. When he found me, he’d hook a chain to my collar and drag me back to the room I was staying in like a fucking dog! But when I got hurt, the games stopped and I was put on bedrest –”

“I’m not hearing any of this,” he puts his hands over his ears.

Standing up you grab hold of his wrists tugging at his hands. “So I did what I needed to do to survive! I pretended that I wanted him. I gave into every touch,” you hiss venomously remembering those moments. “That’s when the numbness started,” a dark cynical smile spreads across your lips. “I shut down completely and surrendered to him.

“I let him fuck me how many times a day he wanted to. I begged and pleaded for more like a wanton whore!” You shriek tears pouring down your face. “But that only gave me a chance to think about my escape. I waited until he felt comfortable around me. Until he could trust me, until he would free me of my chains that held me back from doing the one thing I couldn’t do before…”

“What did you do?” You hear Jeno’s shaky voice behind you.

Turning back your eyes darken over with a chilliness that has him shrinking back. “I tried to kill him. I thought I did honestly. I used a pillow to suffocate him in his sleep. I made my escape only to be stopped by Nana at the top of the steps. I pointed to where Jaemin was, and just like the dutiful dog she is, or was, she went to go and check on him.

“I sprinted through the halls that I mapped out many times in my head to get to the main floor as quickly as possible. I was afraid that at any second he would materialize before me. I made it out of the house and through the first two gates. I could barely breathe. My body was so tired, I don’t know how long I was locked down in that labyrinth of hell, but the brightness of the sun almost blinded me. When I got to the final gate and opened it, I was about to take my first steps to freedom when the gates closed automatically. And that’s when I realized I made a huge mistake, and the rest, well you guys know the rest of this fucked up tale.”

Out of nowhere Haechan lunges at you, his hands wrapping around your neck. “You fucking bitch! You killed him! You did this!”

“WHAT THE HELL!!!!! HAECHAN!!!! LET GO OF HER!” Jeno shouts as he rushes to stop Haechan.

“You wanted him dead! You made sure to end him this time didn’t you? Didn’t you?!” His grip on your neck tightens.

You claw for Haechan to let go of your neck when you start gasping for air, your vision beginning to gloss over from your tears. Maybe this was for the best. Haechan’s anger, though delayed, is justified. You did try to end his friends’ life, but it failed, and you were still trapped with that monstrous beast.

“Haechan! Stop! She’s turning purple!!!” Jeno screams. “She didn’t kill him! He lived you jackass!”

“She waited seven years to finish the job! I know she did!”

Your hands that were gripping Haechan’s wrists go limp at your sides. Jeno will take care of your son, you know he will. Plus, now your baby will never know what happened between you and his father. The secret of his conception will forever be hidden from him. No questions like ‘mommy how did you and daddy meet?’ ‘Mom what did dad say that won you over?’ ‘Mom, how long did it take for you to plan your wedding?’ Tears sprinkle down into your ears. The only sad thing is, you won’t see your baby boy grow up.

“Fuck man! Stop!!!!!” Jeno uses all his strength to punch Haechan square in his jaw and only then are you freed from his grasp. Not bothering to gasp for air, Jeno catches you in his arms. “Breathe!” He screams as the two of you fall to the floor, your body resting in his lap.

Why? You ask yourself. Why breathe? No matter what happens, no matter what truth comes out you’ll be thought of as guilty, so why bother?

“FUCK BREATHE!!!!!!!” Jeno’s tears fall onto your face. “PLEASE!!! BREATHE!!!!! FUCK!!!! HAECHAN CALL FOR AN AMBULANCE!”

“Let the bitch die, it’s what she deserves,” he hisses.

“What the hell are you talking about? Shit! D-Don’t worry, just stay with me, okay? Stay with me…” Jeno scrambles for his phone in his pocket.

“She deserves to die after what she did. How can you sit there and defend her?! She tried to kill Jaemin once, what makes you think that she didn’t try to kill him again?”

“For fucks sake man! I knew all of this shit already! I knew everything!”

Your heart pounds loudly in your ears. Your body is now screaming for air to fill your lungs. What did he mean he knew everything? He…He couldn’t have. Jaemin would never tell anyone his secret…he wouldn’t…

“…When you came into my life and we started talking, it was like I was seen,” he sniffles. “Someone was finally looking at me for me.”

“And you’re telling me your friends don’t see you for you?”

“They see me as the kid who’s from a rich family. Plus, it’s not like they aren’t from well off families either.”

“You’ve doubted their loyalty?”

“Never.”

“Then you trust them and accept that they see you for you.”

“Only one person.”

“Jeno?” You inquire.

Nodding he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck…

“Mom…my…” You hear your son’s voice enter the room.

GO AWAY! BABY!!! PLEASE!!!! You scream in your head.

“Little man,” Jeno’s body trembles under you. “U-Ummm… your mom is just sleeping, go back to bed, okay?”

“Mommy…” you hear your son’s voice again. “Mama!!!!!” His voice comes closer to you. “Mommy!!!!!” He cries out your name.

AHHHHHH FUCK IT!!!!! 

And finally, you gasp for air. 

“Finally!!!” Jeno holds you in his arms. “Are you okay?”

“Mommy?” Your son sniffs. “What’s wrong with mommy?” He starts to cry.

“Uhh, she was just sleeping deeply,” Jeno lies. “Hae-Haechan, why don’t you tuck him back into bed, okay?” Haechan doesn’t move, his face blank and unreadable. “Haechan!” Jeno cries out. “Please, take him back to bed. It’s past his bedtime.”

“We’re not done here,” he replies, his voice cold as ice.

“Yes, yes, now go…”  Haechan reaches out for your sons’ hand and you watch your little boy disappear into the darkness of the shadowy hallway. “Shit woman,” Jeno exhales, his head resting on top of yours. “What the fuck were you thinking? You have a kid!”

You try to answer him, but your voice doesn’t come out. Again, you try to speak, but nothing.

“Don’t you ever do something like that again, got it?! Shit… I thought I’d have to bury two friends and I can’t do that. I can’t!”

“He’s back in bed,” Haechan returns into the living room entryway, leaning against the wall. “Now, would someone care to explain to me what the actual fuck is going on here?”

Suddenly tears well up in your eyes as you stare at Haechan. The numbing feeling that coursed through your body when he was beyond pissed at you vanished, now the only thing in its wake is fear. Fear that you’ve ruined your chances of freedom. Fear that you won’t be able to clear your name when you did absolutely nothing this time around. Fear that you were actually going to let yourself chase the white light and leave everyone including your son behind.

Holding out your hands you lower your head in shame and let everything out. Your body quakes as tears fall onto the floor beneath you uncontrollably. You deserve to be behind bars. You deserve to face your fate for so many things. Lying, manipulating, gas lighting, attempting to… you can’t even think of the word, for even contemplating ending your life, you deserve all the hell you’re about to face. Every bit of it…

Footsteps ring out into the quiet room, getting closer and closer to you until they stop right in front of you. You feel Jeno’s arm wrap around your waist protectively. A burning sensation pierces the skin of your hands, they are hit away. Peering up you see Haechan’s cold gaze staring you down as if you’re a piece of shit. His hand goes up again and Jeno’s grasp on you tightens even more, his body starting to turn you away from Haechan.

Clenching his hand, Haechan sighs. “Pull yourself together; you’ve got a kid to take care of.” He gets up, shoves his phone in his pocket and grabs his jacket. “We’re not done talking about what just happened.” He states before heading out the door.

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Leafing through the papers on his desk, Haechan rolls his eyes annoyed. How could things have gone unnoticed for so long? How were you able to keep up the charade of a fake relationship with Jaemin the whole time the two of you were together? Staring at the home you and Jaemin shared he starts to bite his nails. The answer to everything felt so close and yet so far. Were you being honest about the happenings between the two of you early on? Were you hiding something?

The chatter and phones fill the precinct, but he’s since blocked out all of the noise. Three weeks have passed since he last saw you. Three weeks since he lost his temper and tried to…

“Shit!” He groans. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” He whispers to himself.

“Everything alright there?”

Haechan raises his head to see his co-worker, Mikayla. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

“Mmmhmm, is that the reason why you look like hell because everything is fine?”

“Don’t you have a job to do? A case to solve or someone else to bother?”

Sliding her chair into her desk she looks across from her, smirking at Haechan. “Nope. But, if someone doesn’t mind handing over one of their cases I wouldn’t refuse.”

“You want the murder suicide case that badly huh?”

“Who wouldn’t? It was at the Governors’ Ball! Plus, it’ll look good with the higher ups.”

For the second time in five minutes Haechan rolls his eyes before opening one of the drawers at his desk. “Here, be my guest.” He grabs a file and tosses it over onto Mikayla’s desk. “I’ve got too much to deal with on this case anyway.”

“Are you talking about the house that burnt down?” She pouts. “What’s there to solve with that one? Didn’t the fire chief say that it wasn’t an act of arson?”

“Yes, but something isn’t sitting well with me. He stated that a gas pipe had a crack in it, but even then his words were ‘things happen sometimes. The house was old and didn’t have any updates to make sure that things were up to code. If it wasn’t a cracked pipe it would have been something else.’”

Nodding she looks through the case she’s just been handed. “And you don’t think the fire chief of all people knows what he’s talking about?”

“It’s not that…”

“Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for the lady of the house already,” she chuckles. “Or,” she gasps. “Do you think she’s the one who caused this?”

“I don’t know what to think anymore,” he runs a tired hand through his hair. “I think I need to take a break for a second and clear my mind.” Pushing his chair out he takes out his keys and unlocks the front drawer, grabbing a pack of cigarettes. “Care to lend a friend a shoulder for a bit?” He asks her.

Heading outside Haechan and Mikayla bow their heads and chit chat lightheartedly with a few of their fellow detectives and cops before heading around the corner to an alley next to the precinct. Leaning against the wall of the precinct, Haechan pops up a cigarette and offers one to Mikayla.

“You know I don’t smoke.” She waves a dismissive hand.

“Not now you don’t,” he puts the cigarette between his lips. “Wait a couple years, it’ll either be these or drinking – pick a poison now so you won’t be blindsided later.”

“What’s gotten into you these past couple weeks? Obviously you’re not sleeping well. Your eyes look like a panda’s. It was a house fire, it’s terrible but what more could there be?”

“There was a victim of the house fire, a body, but I don’t know how it all connects together.” He lights the cigarette and takes an extra-long inhale. Blowing out the smoke he turns to Mikayla defeated. “Would you ever stay in an abusive relationship?”

“What kind of question is that? No!”

“Even if the person started out kind in the beginning, you still wouldn’t?”

“It doesn’t matter if they were a saint in the beginning, no one man or woman should deal with an abusive partner. Why are you asking me this?”

Taking a smaller drag of his cigarette Haechan puffs out another round of smoke. “The woman whose house burned down, I know her. I’ve known her for the past seven years. She’s practically family at this point.”

“And you’re working on her case? Haechan you know you shouldn’t be near this case!” Mikayla pushes herself off the wall to stand in front of him. “What were you thinking?! If the captain finds out about this you’ll be dead meat!”

“I’m the only one who can work this case. Plus, I promised her husband that no matter what happened to him I’d be there to protect her and her son. I’m not breaking that promise, no matter what.”

“Even if it comes back that she was somehow involved in the death of her husband? Haechan you’re not thinking clearly, pass this case on to someone else, let them look into things with an unbiased mind.”

Flicking off the butt of his cigarette Haechan chuckles, “you know I watched them get married. I was there the day her son was born. I've smiled and laughed at all the dinner parties, birthday parties, every Christmas holiday, but it was all a lie.” He takes another long inhale of his cigarette letting the smoke fill his lungs before blowing it out once again. “He kidnapped her,” he mumbles.

“Wh-What…?”

“My friend, the man I thought I knew was a monster this whole time. According to her, he kidnapped her, kept her locked in that house for God knows how long before she tried to fight back and get free.”

“What did she do?”

“She tried to kill him,” Haechan’s jaw tightens. “With a pillow apparently. That was over seven years ago.” He blows out another puff of smoke.

Shaking her head, Mikayla takes her spot next to Haechan once more. “An attempt of murder?” She whispers.

“At that point it would be self-defense, would it not? Worst case scenario most she’d get is a couple months or a year if the news of this was brought out.”

“If? You’re not going to put that in the report?”

“Is it necessary?”

“It would show that she had a motive in the past to hurt your friend, why wouldn’t you clarify this?!”

“Because she said they were making things work, that’s why…” with one last inhale he finishes his cigarette, puts it out on the wall next to him and flicks it off to the side. “If you were in my shoes would you let this go, or would you put it into the report?”

“How long was she married to your friend?”

“About seven years.”

Lowering her head, her arms fold across her chest. “Get the full story and then come back and ask me.”

“Or, you could listen in on an interrogation. I called her in to be here after lunch, so you down to do this?”

“Yes.”

“Right this way,” Haechan opens the door to the interrogation room and you walk in. “Do you need anything to eat or drink?”

Pulling out the chair on one side of the table, you sit down placing your purse on the floor. “No.” You answer curtly.

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” He asks taking a seat in the chair across from you.

Clenching your jaw, you unwrap the scarf that was around your neck, folding it neatly off to the side. “Why would I be mad?”

Haechan’s expression falls quickly. Traces of his outburst are still visible on your neck, red bruising that anyone with decent eyesight could tell that someone had tried to hurt her. Scooting his chair uncomfortably, he leans forward. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened… I –”

Interjecting you ask, “what exactly did you want to discuss?”

The three weeks Haechan stayed away from both you and Jeno gave you a lot of time to think. It wasn’t that you were mad at him for what he did, hell if the roles were reversed you might have tried beating the shit out of someone who dared tried to kill your best friend – that being said, he would never be able to empathize with you. He’ll never know what kind of pain you were in psychologically, physically, emotionally, and mentally.

Talking to Jeno before he dropped you off here before heading out for some light shopping, he mentioned one thing that stuck out to you. Jaemin and Haechan had a very interesting relationship, though they were friends, they had their fair share of bad blood in the past. Arguments that resulted in small misunderstandings, fist fights that broke out because one said something they shouldn’t have. Their relationship was always swaying back and forth like a pendulum from good to bad. There were only a handful of moments where their relationship was neutral, but even then – even in the bad moments, Haechan respected Jaemin.

“Please, I’m sorry… I was just so angry and I wasn’t thinking…” Haechan tries to explain.

“I’m not mad but I’m also aware that your loyalty is with Jaemin more than it is with me, it always has been and always will be. No matter what, you are his brother and I am his wife. Now, what did you want to discuss?”

Glancing behind him, he sighs and pulls out his phone. Going through the motions of setting up the recording for the interview, he starts with the basics, your name, age, and association with the deceased. Information that you’re sure is well known by all.

“When we last talked you mentioned that your husband hurt you, is that correct?”

“Yes I did.”

“In what ways did he hurt you?”

“Like I stated I’m not 100% sure but I believe Jaemin slipped something into my drink the night before I was set to leave to go back to my apartment in the next city, approximately three hours from here. I woke up on what I assume is the following morning and I was no longer in his bedroom, but in another room deep below the main house. The rooms were white and at first it hurt to open my eyes.

“My clothes were different from what I went to sleep in. I was only given a white shirt and white leggings, white undergarments, and white shoes. I then noticed that I had something wrapped around my neck, it was a leather collar and attached to it was a long heavy chain. As stated it was long enough for me to move around the room, to use the restroom that was inside of this bedroom, but to get out and leave, there was no way I could. I tried tugging and using anything I could to break free, but it was no use.

“In the beginning he just came in and provided food and drinks for me. Brought in some books for me to read, but no matter how much I begged and pleaded he wouldn’t let me go. After a while, during this time I had no concept of time or how many hours passed, how many days. There were no windows, but after a while he came in and said that he wanted to play a game with me. The concept of the game was for me to get out of this long maze of corridors underneath the house and make it out of the house and past all of the gates on the property.

“He put a key onto my collar, removed the chain, stepped aside and told me to go ahead. I bolted out the door and from down the hall, where I was staying in — he said if I don’t make it out we’ll keep playing until I do. He knew very well it was going to be impossible for me to leave.”

“Why did he keep you in this room and chained up?”

“He stated that when I told him I was going to leave and go back home he started freaking out. He was right, he did start acting really weird. I mentioned this as the second week of the New Year was rolling in. He started to become extra clingy, and begged me not to go back. He said things like ‘I can provide for you,’ ‘please don’t leave me, please!’ ‘What do I need to do to get you to stay.’ I was slowly starting to think this might not work out because of how he was acting, and then suddenly, he stopped acting like this. He simply asked, ‘are you serious about this relationship?’ To which I said, ‘yes.’”

Haechan’s brow quirks up in confusion. “You mean to tell me this is all because you were going to go back to your home and to your job?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry but that doesn’t make sense.”

“When someone has a psychotic break a lot of things don’t make sense. He confessed that he was scared that he would never see me again. He was scared that after all these years someone who saw him for him and not as some rich guy was going to leave his life forever. That wasn’t true. I liked him a lot. I wanted to be with him. I fell for him, fast and hard, as he did with me. The only problem is that I wasn’t alone locked up in a house in the middle of nowhere, like he was.

I didn’t have a job that for the most part kept me away from people until absolutely necessary. I didn’t have a family that seemed to not care if I spent the holidays alone. Actually, speaking of the holidays, why didn’t any of you spend time with him?”

Pressing the pause button on his phone Haechan lets out a deep sigh. “Let’s keep this about you, shall we?”

“What? I can’t ask questions when you know the victim as well?” Tilting your head you smile. “Or does everyone still think you’re not involved in any way?”

“Only one person knows and I’d prefer to keep it that way until we solve this case. As for your question, off the record, Jaemin never told us anything. If we’re talking about the time period of seven years ago, he secluded himself from the rest of us. We didn’t even know he was at his grandmother’s house. So there was no way we could have talked to him about getting together.”

“I see.”

“Shall we get back to the real line of questions?”

“Proceed.”

Pressing the pause button again the recording starts up. “You said he had a psychotic break, how are you so sure?”

“I don’t know, I would assume chaining someone in a room for months would be defined as a psychotic break, wouldn’t you agree Detective Lee?”

Rolling his eyes, Haechan smirks. “Okay, let’s say that I believe you and he kept you in this so-called room, where is it exactly? There was nothing about an underground room in the blueprint of the house.”

“Why would there be something on the blueprint when it’s supposed to be used for something you’re not supposed to be doing. It’s like having a hidden passageway, not really hidden if it’s in the blueprint. Or, having your safe room listed in the blueprints. If an intruder had the blueprints to the house, for whatever reason, it would be really stupid to have that room listed, now wouldn’t it?

“But to answer your question, the room itself was the last room in a long corridor of many corridors. I can’t tell you how deep below it is, but there was an opening behind a large painting on the main floor. It was right before you would head up to the second floor. You pull the painting away, unlock the door – Jaemin always had the key on hand, and go down a long narrow staircase. Once you reach the bottom it’s like a secret bunker.

“The hallway is this bright light gray tone that almost blinds you. You keep walking down that hallway and you reach a door. Now this door was always unlocked, unless Jaemin wasn’t down there with me. If I somehow managed to free myself he would need something else to keep me down there until he could subdue me once more.”

Shaking his head, Haechan clicks his tongue while leaning back in his chair. His arms cross over his chest as he sports the cockiest grin you’ve ever seen. “You expect me to believe all of this was underneath his grandmother’s house? Are you serious?”

“I’m telling you the truth. You just refuse to believe it because it sounds outrageous.” Leaning forward you lean your elbows on the table, propping your head up with your hands at your cheeks. “There are a lot of things in this world that are beyond imagination Haechan. There are people in this world who do terrible and evil things all the time. Perhaps think back on one of your cases that shocked you beyond imagination. How did you feel before you knew the truth versus after?”

Readjusting in his chair he turns away from you. “Continue.”

“There were cameras everywhere. It wouldn’t surprise me if Jaemin didn’t have a room that was for watching me during our downtime. No matter where I was in the house, I was being watched. The only place where there were no cameras was the hidden passageways. They’re not exactly escape friendly. There are a lot of rusted nails sticking up from the floorboards, broken glass, not to mention the dust and bugs.

“I favored those routes, but Jaemin learned this after a few failed attempts. As soon as he figured out my plan he had Nana sniff something of mine and she always led him directly to me…” you pause, closing your eyes slowly. “Sometimes he would taunt me. He would pretend as if he had no idea where I was, but I knew that was a lie. I knew that with the sound of her footprints walking next to him, her nails clicking against the white tiled floor. I tried to keep moving, to keep a good distance so I could at least make it to the first floor, but I was always caught. Always.”

“The last time we talked you had mentioned off the record that you had gotten hurt, is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“How did you get hurt?”

Sighing, you give an I-don’t-know shrug. It wasn’t that you didn’t know, it was that there were plenty of times you ‘got hurt,’ but the incident he wants you to talk about is what you told him in front of Jeno, when you confessed shortly after that you tried to kill Jaemin. To say anything on record is certain doom.

“I’ll repeat the question,” he says sternly. “How did you get hurt?”

“Which time?”

“Pardon?” He looks confused.

“Which time are you referring too? There were a few cases that I needed bed rest before his twisted game started up again.” Snickering, “I guess I have to give him some credit. He didn’t want his little rabbit to be hurt while he hunted.”

“The last time you were hurt.” Haechan specifies.

“I got startled by how close he had gotten to me and tumbled down the stairs. I sprained my ankle and when he got me –” you pause.

It wasn’t as if these past two years of working things out with Jaemin have wiped everything he did off the face of the earth. It wasn’t as if you forgave him for keeping you away from your loved ones, but spending time with him, seeing him in almost the same light that you saw him when you first met… It almost was like a scar showing the first signs of healing, but talking to Haechan is like picking at the scar and opening it up.

The pain, the hurt, and psychological damage that you both faced resurfacing once more. What’s worse, he doesn’t believe you. He doesn’t believe anything that you’re saying and even if you could prove that it’s true… there’s no evidence…

Clearing his throat Haechan gestures for you to finish. “When he found me he linked the one end of the chain into my collar, and started to lead me away as if I was some animal on a leash. I told him I was hurt and he got mad. He brought up the rules and –”

Haechan interjects. “Rules?”

“There are seven rules to this game. Seven rules that you need to follow or else,” you stop again shocked. “Or else something bad would happen. It took me months to learn all the rules, but once I did I didn’t dare break them. I mean I was already being held prisoner, the logical thing that would happen if I break all the rules would be…”

“Death?” Haechan asks.

Shrugging you fidget in your seat. “I don’t think he would have ever killed me, but I wouldn’t have, during this time mind you, put it past him to destroy everything I loved so there was nothing else in the world I could have and hope for.”

The room falls silent. It was true you never tried to break every single rule in one round of the game. Yes, getting hurt is bad and it would hinder your escapes so you always tried to at least notify him of your injuries. Denying him once he caught you fair and square – with the help of his most loyal companion, was like whining after losing rock, paper, scissors. Jaemin never mentioned what he would do but the eeriness in his voice that first time he read you the rules still chills you to the bone.

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Everything around you is dark. A few minutes ago, Jaemin had placed a blindfold over your eyes and stated that he wanted to play a game with you. A strange aura started to radiate from him and immediately you crawled away from him. Something about this game didn’t feel right, though it hasn’t even started. Pulling you back to him by your ankles, your body pulls the freshly made covers down on your bed.

“Don’t make this harder on yourself, princess,” he whispers close to your ear. “This is going to be a fun game, you’ll see. Plus, you’ll be able to leave this room. Don’t you want this?”

“I want to go home,” you whisper.

Grabbing your arm from under you, he manages to flip you over to your back, climbing on top of you. Your blindfold exposes one of your eyes, but he simply pulls it back down. “What have I told you a million times?” He asks, taking both of your hands into his grasp. Something cold touches your skin and before you can put two and two together, Jaemin has your hands bound by a zip tie. “You are home.”

Tugging on your neck you try to escape Jaemin’s grasp, but it’s no use. He has a firm hold on the chain that is attached to a leather collar around your neck. The sounds of his loyal companions' nails click on your right hand side, while Jaemin is on your left a few feet ahead of you.

“Please Jaemin! Please, just let me go! I promise I won’t tell anyone what you’re doing, okay? I just want to go back home!” You beg.

“Princess, I’m not in the mood to argue with you over this matter. You are home, this is your home. Your home is with me.”

“Jaemin, please, you have to stop this! Why are you doing this? I thought you liked me! Is this what you do to someone that you like?”

“Oh, I don’t like you,” he stops walking and you bump into him. Feeling his hands run up your arms, you scrunch your shoulders close to your ears, visibly uncomfortable with the gesture. “I love you,” he kisses the top of your head. “I want us to be together forever. I want us to start a family, to get married, to grow old together.”

“Then why are you doing this?! Huh?!” You scream only to notice your voice echoes around you. Startled you look around like an imbecile. There is no way you can see anything with this blindfold, but it was a natural reaction to the sound of your voice.

“I’ve waited for people to return before,” his voice grows soft. “I’ve waited and waited for the people I love to return to me but you know what princess,” his voice leaves your side and ends up behind you. “They never came back. I waited and waited and waited like an idiot for someone who I loved to come back into my life. For that person who I cherished more than anything to save me and I was left alone!” He shouts causing you to shrink down in front of him. “But,” he clears his throat. “I’m a reasonable man. I want you to stay with me because you desire to, but until you see this, how about a little game?”

The black fabric that was tied around your head slowly unravels before you. Squinting at the brightly lit room your hands come up to cover your eyes. “Wh-Where am I?” Your voice comes out barely a whisper.

“Take a look around,” Jaemin moves back in front of you. “Now for these,” he digs into his pocket bringing out a Swiss Army knife and removes the zip ties from your wrists. “There we go.”

Rubbing your wrists, Jaemin steps to your left side allowing you to get a view of where you’re at, but what you see doesn’t make any sense. In front of you are four different hallways. All of which are the same light gray color, all of which appear to be the same length. The area you find yourself in is like the end of a road. A small enough area for someone to choose what path to go, but that’s about it.

“Wh-Where am I?” You start to shake.

“You’re at the starting line. Every time we play this game you will start here. But, before you begin, I think it’s best if we go over the premise of this game as well as the rules. So listen up, okay?” Nodding in shock you stare down each of the long hallways, your heart starting to beat faster and faster. “The premise of the game is for you to leave this underground maze and reach the main floor of the house. After you reach the main floor, you’re to leave the house and go through each of the three gates on the property.”

“We-We’re still at your grandmother’s house?”

“Yes. We haven’t left. This is an underground maze of hallways that my great-great-great grandfather had made during a time of war. This was to insure that the family would be able to escape unharmed if the home were to be invaded for any given reason.”

“B-But why am I down here?”

“To play a game, silly.” He chuckles. “Think of this as a HUGE escape room. There are plenty of secret passageways, doors that you can enter, and plenty of hallways that you can travel down,” he starts walking around the room, his eyes closing shut with a little smile on his face. “Grandmother and I liked to play hide and seek down here. She knew this labyrinth like the back of her hand. From generation after generation, all of the kids came down here to play, so that’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to play!” 

Your body starts to tremble uncontrollably. “I-I don’t want to play! Wh-What if I get lost? What if I can’t make it to the main floor?”

“The game will last for four hours. You have exactly four hours to get from down here, to upstairs and out of the house and off the property. After four hours, if you are down here, whichever door you’re near will have a green light above it. That is to signify the end of the game for that day, and for a meal and sleep break. You’ll hear an alarm and that is when you wake up, get dressed, have another meal, and get ready for another four hours to try to escape. This will continue until you get to the main floor, or if you get hurt. Simple, right?”

Shaking your head you back away from him and the strange hallways. “I don’t want to play this. I…I want to go back to that room.”

Tilting his head, his lips pucker out in a pout. “It’s either we play this game, or you’re trapped down here until you submit to me, forever.” He smiles brightly when he says forever, a cold chill raking across your body. “So, what’s it going to be? A shot at freedom, or a lifetime with me?”

He can’t be serious… This is just some joke that he’s trying to play. An ‘I got’cha’ moment where he says it’s all a joke and that he was just messing with you this whole time and you can pretend this nightmare never happened. No… no… this HAS TO BE a dream, no! A fucked up nightmare! There’s no way the man you were cuddled up against, after a beautiful romantic dinner, and a night of making love is the same sick sadistic monster in front of you. This has to be a nightmare…it has to be!

“Tik tok, princess, we don’t have all day.” He leans down so he can look into your eyes. “Should I explain the rules so you can understand better?”

“YES!” You squeak.

“Okay,” he moves away from you and starts walking back and forth, waving his arm as if he’s giving some grand speech. “Rule 1, 'the one being hunted may try to escape the property by any means necessary unless they are in a safe room, or have been injured. Rule 2, if the party being hunted finds themselves hurt they are to call out the safe word 'red' or push the red button that is located on the wall outside of all of the designated safe rooms signifying that the game is over.

“Rule 3, the hunter will give their prey a specified amount of time as a means for a head start before starting the hunt. They may extend or cut back on the amount of time given per round. Rule 4, it would be wise for the prey to keep themselves well-hidden and keep quiet to ensure the game does not end too soon. Rule 5, if the hunter catches their prey, the prey needs to come quietly as the round has ended. Rule 6, the hunter will then inspect the prey for any injuries once they have been captured. This is by no means a rule that can be skipped or looked past. Rule 7, if the prey tries to resist – the hunter will have to make their prey submit by any means necessary.”

Stopping right in front of you, a gentle smile on his face that makes him look like a sweet angel in disguise he asks, “do you understand the rules, princess?”

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Plopping back in his chair Haechan stares at you in disbelief. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but instantly closes his mouth and looks away from you.

“I’m not making anything up. I played that sick game for months. I tried and tried and tried again to escape. Every time I thought I was so close to reaching the main floor he would randomly appear, with Nana by his side. It was only then I discovered that he was using her to help sniff me out. Then, I found the secret passageways and started to learn how to navigate them. The games were prolonged for more than just a day. He enjoyed it. But there was one thing I wasn’t going to do and that was to submit to him.”

“So then why did you submit to him and let him have his way with you?”

“I was at my wits end and I thought if I gave him the idea that I was his and his alone, he would just take me up to the main floor. But he saw right through me. After I made it to the last gate he said –”

“You mean after you tried to kill him with the pillow?”

Your jaw tightens. How could he just utter this out as if it’s okay? He promised to protect you. He promised to keep you safe and to make sure that nothing was going to happen and now it feels like he’s trying to throw you under the bus. Was he this mad and upset? Could he not see how terrible Jaemin was?!

Letting out a shaky breath your head lowers, “yes.”

“You may continue what you were saying prior.”

A tired pathetic laugh passes your lips. Running a hand through your hair, you peek up at the man sitting across from you. A man that was supposed to be your friend, but is now a complete stranger to you. “Does it even matter? You got what you wanted. It’s done, it’s over with. No matter what I say from here on out it won’t be taken seriously. I can scream it to the heavens that I had nothing to do with Jaemin’s death but no one is going to believe me because of what you just made me say. Which if I’m remembering correctly, was supposed to be kept private after I talked to you, at Jeno’s house, off the record that is.” You decide to throw in this tidbit of information into the recording. If he wanted to take you down, you were going to be sure he was going to get accosted in some shape or form too. “So,” you look up, eyes clouded with anger. You place your hands as far out in front of you as you possibly can. “Slap the cuffs on me. I know you want to. I know you want me to be in jail. You made that clear the other night.”

Haechan reaches forward and stops the recording on his phone. “You’re fucking ridiculous,” he hisses. “Do you think I want you behind bars? Do you think I want to take a mother away from her child? That’s not what’s going on here.”

“Then what is going on? You made me confess that I tried to end someone’s life! You think I don’t feel guilt over that? You think I didn’t look at him every day and realize what I tried to do? I never wanted to do that in the first place. I didn’t want to be put into a position where I would contemplate ending someone’s life. But I was forced into that position. My rights, my freedom, my life was taken from me. I tried fighting for it by getting out of that damn maze, but I couldn’t escape. No matter how many months I was down there I never won once. I never got close to getting to the front door until I thought he was gone.

“When I finally made it to the front door and past the first two gates and attempted to step across the line to freedom the last gate closed and he materialized out of nowhere. He said he knew what was going on because I changed my behavior. He knew everything so he pretended to die. It was just another sick game of his and I fell right into his trap.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? Why did you get married to him? Why were you with him all these years?” He shouts, tears running down his cheeks. “This is the part that I don’t understand. If he was so fucking terrible why did you stay?”

Seeing Haechan unravel before you has you pulling back your wrists. Sitting back into the chair more comfortably you let out a long exhausted breath. “I lost the will to fight, Haechan. I was tired. I was scared, I was disgusted with myself most of all. I ended up pregnant because I thought I could win. Like the stupid idiot I am, I thought by showing him what he believed was love I could be let out of my cage, but I was wrong and ended up pregnant all while simultaneously trapping myself in a whole new cage.”

“Why did the wedding even happen then? Why didn’t you give us a sign?”

“I was a zombie for the longest time. I didn’t feel anything. I was only alive and breathing because of the child I was carrying. Everything else didn’t matter to me. So, I put on a mask and played a role. Even if I wanted to say something, he would have stopped me or tried to switch the subject. I hesitated for the tiniest second while I was standing before the judge with him, his hands holding mine – for a millisecond I was going to tell the judge as quickly as possible I was being held against my will, but with a strong squeeze of his hand in mine, I knew he would stop me the moment I tried.”

Suddenly a knock is placed on the door. Haechan quickly wipes his tears away before standing up. “Give me a second. Do you need anything at all? A drink? Something to eat from the vending machine?”

“No, I’m fine.”

Walking out of the interrogation room, Haechan closes the door behind him seeing Mikayla is the culprit who interrupted him. “Why did you call me out here?” He rolls his eyes in annoyance. “We were finally getting somewhere.”

Mikayla tilts her head, “that’s not what I saw. By the way, she’s innocent. Her entire body language is screaming it so you can cut her some slack. Also, if someone was willing to work out the relationship after that shit show, they are in love. Whether or not it’s a strange form of Stockholm Syndrome is a topic for another day. But, that’s only a part of why I pulled you out here,” she hands Haechan a vanilla colored folder. “It seems you’re going to be working on this case for a little bit longer.”

“What do you,” he opens the folder, his eyes scanning over the documents. “Mean…?” He looks up shocked.

“I know,” she sighs. “Good luck, you’re going to need it.”

Slapping him on the back she takes her leave. “What the fuck did you do, Jaemin?” Haechan whispers.

Haechan returns to the room with a somber look on his face. He heads straight to the table, and presses the pause button again, starting the recording once more. “You mentioned things were getting better?” He asks tirelessly.

“U-Ummm, y-yes…” You eye him suspiciously. “When our son was born he actually was ready to turn himself in. Two months prior we had a discussion and he asked me how he could make everything up to me. I knew he was sorry. I could tell with just a glance into his eyes he regretted everything, but he did what he did. I wasn’t going to forgive and forget all the pain he caused just because he spoke the words ‘I’m sorry.’ I told him the only way that he could make up for even the smallest bit of what he did was to turn himself in. He said he would, but asked for one thing and that was to see the birth of his son.

“However, just after he saw his son for the first time he was talking about making arrangements for the two of us to be well taken care of in his absence. I knew what he was talking about. I knew why he was saying everything. He asked for one thing, I obliged and he was prepared to face the consequences, but I don’t know what came over me. I didn't want him to leave. I didn’t want him to be in prison miserable, and long for the life he could have had if he didn’t fuck it up in the first place. I told him I thought it would have made him crazier if I kept him away from his kid. So, I asked instead that he seek professional help and if he did I would keep his secret.

“If I’m being honest I wouldn’t have told anyone of his wrong doings. So, the next day he sought help and went every week to a therapist. In the beginning we both went and talked about what our issues were but afterwards it was Jaemin who needed the help. He never broke that promise to me. Then, on my birthday things started to change. I don’t know if you remember the birthday party he threw for me but that’s the moment I decided to give him a second chance.”

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“Happy! Birthday! To! You!!!!” Everyone sings out.

Eyes brimming with tears you glance around at all of the smiling faces. Everyone showed up for your big day. Your mom, dad, all of Jaemin’s friends, and of course your sweet little guy all day has made it his mission to make you the happiest mom on the planet. Blowing out your candles your only wish is to have more days like this.

“Thanks everyone,” you wipe your eyes before any tears fall onto your cheeks. “But you really didn’t need to do this.”

“Are you kidding?” Chenle chuckles. “How else are we going to get free food?” He jokes.

“Plus, we technically didn’t do anything,” Renjun wraps his arm around Jaemin’s shoulders. “This guy right here planned everything. He just told all of us when and where and we showed up.”

“Y-You did this?” You ask Jaemin.

Scratching the back of his head he nods bashfully. “We haven’t really celebrated your birthday. I thought I would give you a birthday to remember.”

Without realizing you spring up from your chair and wrap him in a tight embrace. “Thank you, Jaemin, truly.”

His face falls into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “Anything for you…” He whispers. And just like that the moment was gone. “So, who wants cake?” He asks stepping away from you.

One by one your friends and parents come up for a slice of cake, laughing and smiling together as if these people were always meant to be in your life. As if this very moment was supposed to happen all along. Placing a hand on your shoulder, Jeno leans down, handing you a piece of cake.

“Happy Birthday,” he gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“Ehhh?!!” Haechan starts pointing. “What do we have here?! I didn’t know we could kiss the birthday girl!” He puts down his cake and charges towards you.

“N-No!! Haechan!” You start backing away.

“Don’t you dare run from me, woman!” He starts laughing while approaching you. “Now give your favorite person in the world a kiss,” he puckers his lips.

“YAH!!!!” You scream but a giggle comes from you when he starts chasing you around the backyard.

“Mama!!!” Your son giggles. “Run, mama!!! Run!!!”

“I’m trying, baby!!!”

“Al…Most!!!! THERE!!!!!”

Haechan sprints for you, reaching out his hand when you collide into a body knocking the person down. A low grunt comes from beneath you. Quickly scrambling off of the victim you see Jaemin was the person who you crashed into.

“Jaemin!” You squeak. “A-Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

Snickering, he sits up smiling at you. “I’m fine, but I couldn’t let anyone else kiss you before I kissed you.”

Suddenly your heart skips a beat. His smile softens, his hand reaching out for yours as he pulls you down to him. Gulping your eyes scan his for some sign that he’s joking, that he wasn’t really going to kiss you especially not in front of everyone. Behind you you hear Haechan complaining that Jaemin stole you away, but his complaints are soon muffled by the pounding in your ears, your heart picking up speed the closer Jaemin’s lips get closer to you.

“Happy Birthday,” he whispers and just as your eyes flutter, and the tips of your noses touch, he slides his hand around your neck pulling you down to him. “I love you,” his warm minty breath cascades down onto your face and just when it feels like he’s going to kiss your lips he pulls you down further to give you a kiss on your forehead.

He chuckles, sliding away from you. “Go ahead, Haechan,” he winks at his friend. “Okay so who hasn’t gotten a piece of cake yet?” He asks everyone.

“Me daddy! Me!”

“What?!!! Well come here!” Jaemin scoops up your son into his arms and walks off with him.

“Well, now you’re all mine,” Haechan’s voice brings you back to the reality you’re about to face. Before you can even object, he plants a wet kiss on your cheek. “Finally!” He laughs. “Now I can get back to my cake!”

Sauntering off, head held high you’re left on the ground still in shock. Your mind races with thoughts you’ve kept quiet for the past five years. Feelings you thought were completely gone, but now have resurfaced. 

How? When?

“Need any help?”

Looking up, Jeno has his hand stretched out. “Uh, yeah, thanks.” You take hold of his hand and he helps you up.

“Don’t mind Haechan, he's just being…well, himself.” He laughs. “I guess I should say sorry for starting all of this.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. Really.”

“Now, I know that you haven’t opened any of your gifts yet, but I wanted to give you mine personally.” He holds out a cutely wrapped box with a sparkly pink bow wrapped around it. “It’s nothing much but I saw it and thought you’d like it.”

“Je-Jeno…” you feel tears starting to well up in your eyes again. “You didn’t need to get me anything. You’ve done so much already,” you unwrap the gift to find what looks like a jewelry box inside. “Wh-What is this?” You ask opening it.

Inside is a beautiful silver heart-shaped locket. Pulling it out, he instructs you to open it and when you do one half has a picture of your son, the other, a picture of yourself, but only you. A little surprised he takes the locket from your hands.

“I had asked Jaemin what I could get for you. He said he had no idea and to get you something that would make you happy. So I said what about a locket with all three of you inside, but he said to make it extra special for you and have it of you and your favorite person in the world.”

Jeno claps the latch for you, and the new piece of jewelry dangles around your neck. “He’s a dumbass,” you mumble.

“He is, but I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries.” Jeno laughs.

Reaching in, you hug Jeno tightly. “In any case, I love this. Thank you, Jeno.”

“No problem,” he hugs you back just as tight. “And just between the two of us, inside the box there are alternate pictures for you to put into the locket, but don’t tell the dumbass I told you.”

“I won’t!” You start giggling.

The rest of the party went by without a hitch. You couldn’t have spent your birthday any better than how you spent it today. Being around those who you’re close to and sharing such a beautiful memory will go down as one of your favorite birthday’s to date, and the best part, having your little guy part of this big day as well.

“Rest well, sweetie.” You kiss your son on the cheek.

“Night night mommy,” he yawns.

Quietly you exit his room, but not before turning on his nightlight. Closing the door halfway, you peek at him one more time before heading back downstairs. In search of your husband, you head straight for the kitchen where he was last seen hunched over doing the dishes. His back turned to you, you watch him quietly. Leaning your back against the wall, your hands grow clammy as you attempt to speak to him. For the past five years you’ve barely uttered a word to him that didn’t have a purpose behind it. Not knowing how to talk to him anymore you clear your throat before walking up to the kitchen table.

Turning around at the sound of you clearing your throat, his sleeves rolled up to the bend of his arm, an apron wrapped around his waist, Jaemin stares shocked to see you… alone, in the kitchen… with him. 

“Ummm, I… I thought I would tell you juniors in his room sleeping, so if you wanted to say goodnight you might have to do so at the door.” You mumble.

Nodding, Jaemin turns back to the dishes and continues. “I’ll do that. Thanks for letting me know.”

Your fingers run down your face, exasperatedly – pulling at your bottom lids, as they stop at your cheekbones. Was talking to him always so hard? You ask yourself. “I, uh, I wanted to say thanks for today. I really appreciate it. You didn’t have to go through all the trouble, but I’m truly grateful.”

Shaking his head he turns to place a dish on the drying rack where you see the faintest hint of a smile. “It was no trouble at all. You’re a terrific mom and I wanted to do something to celebrate you. There’s no need to thank me.”

“No,” you move from the kitchen table, and head straight for him. “I really do need to thank you and for more than just the party. I’ve given you a hard time these past couple of years and while I want to apologize, I still feel like because of what happened I shouldn’t.”

Placing down the dish cloth in his hands he turns to you. “You shouldn’t apologize. What I did… I should be on my knees everyday thanking you for allowing me to be in our son’s life.”

Holding up your hands you shake your head in protest. “I want to make things better between the two of us. I want our son to grow up in a healthy household. So, I believe in order to do this I should change the picture on the one side of the locket.”

Jaemin snickers and returns to washing the dishes. “Jeno told you what I said?”

“He did. While I don’t know how to feel exactly you deserve to be in the locket as well. I wouldn’t have been able to raise our son by myself. Those first few months when he wasn’t sleeping you stayed up with him every night so I could rest. You fed him, bathed him, and played with him more than I did and it was all because you saw how exhausted I was. You’ve sacrificed so much of yourself for him as well as me.”

“It’s the least I could do after everything. I’ve royally fucked up my life, your life, and our sons’ life.”

“Jaemin…” You whisper while your heart pounds in your ears.

Turning to face you his eyes widen when your lips press against his. You hear the dish cloth plop into the water and immediately after, Jaemin grabs hold of your upper arms and pushes you away from him.

“Pl-Please…” he keeps you at arms length, his head bowing down before you. “You don’t want… You can’t do this.”

“Why can’t I do this?”

“You’re not in the right headspace. What I’ve done to you, you shouldn’t even have to look at me unless absolutely needed. Please, just get some rest. You’ve had a long day.”

“No,” you place your hand on top of his. “I kissed you because I wanted to. And if you wouldn’t mind lowering your arms, I would like to kiss you again. That is, if you’re okay with it.”

Jaemin’s arms start to lower, but he keeps a firm hold of you. “I don’t deserve your kindness… I don’t deserve your… your…” his voice gets softer and softer as you draw closer to him.

“What I give you from here on out will be what you deserve for your actions going forward. I want us to have a clean slate,” your hand slides up his chest, causing him to shrink inward. “I want what could have been, what should be, and what may be a life with you.”

Your hand travels up from his neck, skates over his collar bone, to his neck as you pull him closer to you. His eyes flutter wildly as if he’s unsure if he should accept this or flee. Then again, your eyes were doing the same weird dance as his. His pulse pounds crazily against the palm of your hand, mirroring your own. A strange desire to feel his lips on yours, and possibly (at least you hope) yours on his. Mere inches apart, Jaemin’s hand slides onto your hip making you gasp, and before you know it, his lips land on yours. 

Not wasting a single second, you wrap your arms around his shoulders trapping him in your grasp. He complies, by wrapping you in a tight embrace as well. Your lips sliding across each other’s in a feverish kiss. It felt like after years of fighting, years of distance, years of hatred, pain and hidden lust — everything was pouring out from the two of you in one single moment.

Jaemin’s tongue skates across your bottom lip asking for entrance and as if you’ve been kissing him this whole time your lips part. The once sweet gentle kiss turns to hot then wet in a matter of seconds. Your tongues sliding across each other’s a battle for dominance ensues and has both of you breathing heavy. Jaemin’s lips wrap around your tongue and immediately you become putty in his hands. Your knees give way, and quickly he pushes you against the counter for support. Holding your face in his hands he switches between sucking the shit out of your tongue, and shoving his down your throat.

Eyes watering, you grip onto him for dear life while you try to keep your wits about you. Pulling back for air both of you breathe heavily. His skin kissed with redness as he stares into your eyes like he did that night when he stole your heart. The memory smacks you in the face and before you can think about anything else, you grab the hem of your shirt and rip it over your head – tossing it onto the floor next to the two of you.

Scrambling, Jaemin unties his apron from his waist, and with shaky fingers you unbutton his button down shirt until he swiftly throws it down with yours. Your bottom lip snags between your teeth as you stare at the still sexy man in front of you. His muscles, though smaller still have your legs clenching together tightly. Jaemin grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in for another kiss, this time softer, this time sweeter.

“Where to?” He mumbles against your lips.

“Your room?” You ask. “I don’t want to risk the chance of you know who seeing.”

“A little risk adds to the excitement of it all,” his lips travel from yours and down to your neck.

“And last time was my father, I don’t want this time to be our son.” Jaemin clamps down on your neck roughly causing you to moan. “J-Jaemin… please…” You beg.

Turning from you, he grabs hold of your hand and both of you rush out of the kitchen a lightness in your steps and a massive amount of giggles coming from you.

Maybe this can actually work out, just maybe…

The moment you enter Jaemin’s room, he closes the door behind you and locks it. Pressing you against it, his lips capture yours. The moment your lips touch, everything becomes blurry as you sink into the lust you’ve kept at bay. Jaemin’s hand grabs hold of your waist, pulling you closer to him. He nips your bottom lip before his lips travel to your cheeks and back down to your neck. Your eyes flutter, a smile rests on your face – lord knows how badly you’ve needed this moment, to feel someone touch you, kiss you, and caress you.

Suddenly you feel a sense of freedom. Looking down, you find your bra straps inching down past your shoulders. Giggling, you quirk a brow at Jaemin who smirks before stealing another kiss from you.

“I need to see your body again,” he confesses.

Wiggling out of your bra, he throws it across his room. His eyes go from yours down to your face, to your décolletage, and down to your breasts. Feeling a little shy, you cover yourself, but he grabs hold of your wrists pulling your arms apart.

“Never cover yourself. You’re still as beautiful as the first day I saw you,” he reassures.

“R-Really?” You ask, your face warming up by the second.

“Actually,” he takes a step back, his hand resting under his chin as he glances you over, a dark hunger in his gaze. “Now that I’m looking at you, I have to say no.”

Your head shoots up in shock, eyes instantly becoming watery. “Wh-What?”

“You’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you.” He smiles sweetly. “It must be the glow of a strong, beautiful woman and mother,” he wraps an arm around you. “Honestly, you’re a lot hotter than before too.”

“Jae-Jaemin!!!!” You slap his bare chest lightly.

“If things go well,” he dips his head down placing a kiss at the center of your décolletage, “maybe we should try again – this time however, with both of us on board.” He glances up at you.

“You mean another little one?”

His lips slide to one of your breasts. Jaemin keeps a firm hold of you, your back arching up as he wraps his lips around your nipple. Nodding he sucks on the erect bud before giving it a playful nibble causing you to squeak. With one final suckle he pulls back smiling from ear to ear.

“That is, if you’re okay with the idea.”

Whether it was the crazy storm of emotions roaring through your body, the lust of wanting Jaemin to take you here and now, or deep down you would love to see your little boy have a brother or sister to play with – you eagerly wrap your arms around him, jumping up and down where you stand.

“Let’s do it!”

Jaemin chuckles as he watches you turn into the cutest person in the world before him. “Are you sure? I mean we could talk to Dr. Kwon and see if she –”

“Na Jaemin!” You state firmly. “If you do not drag me over to your bed and plow into me in the next two seconds I will never forgive you for ruining the moment!”

Before you even realize it, you’re dragged from the door and flung onto the bed with Jaemin crawling on top of you. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I ruined this moment. Your wish is my command, my love.”

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Haechan covers his mouth as he turns from you. “So essentially you two –” he becomes quiet.

“Had sex and started to restore our relationship? Yes, we did.”

“But that was a long time ago. There is no saying things didn’t turn south once more.”

“It was not even three years ago, Haechan. How can you think that I would not only lie to you about what happened but actually hurt my husband? Yes, in the past I was in a different head space but that doesn’t mean that I was or am even remotely in the same headspace. We were once a family. I know what I was about to do was wrong. I know, I understand and I myself regret telling you. It was something that Jaemin and I promised we would never bring up again.”

Glancing your way, his face looking exhausted he asks, “did he really do those terrible things to you?”

Standing up you grab your purse. “If you want to know the specifics of Jaemin’s state of mind and what happened to not only myself but to him, I suggest talking to Dr. Kwon. I stopped seeing her personally after the first year. I got what I could from her, but Jaemin –  he kept his promise to me, he promised he would keep going so nothing like what he put me through would happen again, and he kept it! And I kept my promise as well by keeping my mouth shut of all the shitty things he did to me.

“The only people we ever told were Dr. Kwon, apparently Jeno (which I didn’t know Jaemin told him), and now you – or should I say and now anyone and everyone who will hear that stunt you pulled. You can be mad all you want, you can hate me, you can try to end my life yourself because what I did was terrible! But unless you were there, unless you went through what I did you have no fucking idea how badly I wanted to escape, how badly I wanted to get back to my life, to my parents!”

Opening your purse you take out one of Dr. Kwon’s business cards you took from her office. Slamming the card down onto the interrogation table in front of Haechan you turn to the door. “Call her before coming back to talk to me. I’m not running and I’m not hiding anymore. But I swear to you Haechan, I didn’t hurt him. I could never hurt him!”

You head to the door and just as you are stepping out Haechan calls your name, halting you before you take one more step. “The body,” he utters. “It’s not…it wasn’t,” he twitches with irritation. “The body wasn’t Jaemin and there are absolutely no traces of a dog there at all.”

Slowly you turn back to him, eyes widened and mouth hung open in shock. “What did you just say?”

“When I was called out I was handed that vanilla folder.” He looks down at the table before him, your eyes following as you both stare at the folder sitting haphazardly at the table's edge. “Inside is the report from not only the coroner, but also the officers on site and pictures of the scene. It’s of a person’s body, badly burnt, but they are not Jaemin’s remains. According to the coroner they seem to belong to someone by the name of, Michael Krest. Do you know who this person is?” He asks.

In that moment your body gives out and you crash to the floor, hard. “Shit!” Haechan rushes over. “Help! Please!” Within seconds multiple officers plow through the door, some almost running both you and Haechan over in their haste. “Please someone get me a water and damp towel. She just fell.” He orders the others.

“On it!” You hear one of them speak.

“You know who the man is don’t you?” Haechan asks you while you’re lifted off the floor and placed back in the chair. “Who is he?”

How can this be? You haven’t seen him in years. What was he doing at your house? Why was he at your house? And why is he dead?!

“Here’s the water!” The officer who left rushes over to you handing you the bottle but instead of taking it from him, he starts to freak out. “Ma’am, ma’am,” he gets down on his haunches trying to get you to respond. “Ma’am, please say something…”

“H…H…” you huff out the sound of the letter h.

“H?” He looks at Haechan who shrugs.

“He’s…He’s…” your body starts to tremble. “H-How?” You look at Haechan. “HOW?!” You scream as if you’re seconds from being killed – scaring Haechan, everyone in the room and those outside of it. “Why in the hell was he at our home? Why is he dead? How did he die?!!! What the fuck is going on?” You grab at the roots of your hair. “I dumped him!!!! I haven’t seen him since I left him?! Why the hell was he at my home?”

“He’s an ex?” Haechan glances down at the folder shocked.

“He never tried to contact me before. I never heard from him after I left him. Why was he at my house?” You ask Haechan, tears pouring from your eyes.

Scratching the back of his neck his eyes dart from the folder to you. “I believe I’m supposed to ask you that question.”

“Well how the fuck do I know?!” You scream once again – this time those not involved in the interrogation slowly start exiting the room, leaving Haechan alone to face your wrath. “Honestly,” your bottom lip quivers. “I haven’t seen him since I broke up with his cheating ass. There’s absolutely no reason for him to have been at my house. Hell, how did he even find me?!”

“There is a reason for him to have been at your house, and that reason is you. As to how he got there, I don’t know, did your parents meet him or something?”

“Yeah they met him once or twice in the later stages of our relationship. I thought he was going to be the one before I found him balls deep in some slut backstage.”

“Backstage?” Haechan raises a curious brow.

“He’s in a band, or was… I guess… When I saw him cheating on me I dumped him right then and there. I even cleared out his belongings from my apartment and left them at the front desk for him so I wouldn’t have to deal with him personally.”

“So you had an issue with him as well?”

Your head whips around towards Haechan, a furious glare in your eyes. Not again, not this time. He will NOT try to blame you for Michael’s death.

“Did I have an issue with him, yes I did. I was cheated on. I caught him in the act of cheating. I was pissed the fuck off – hence throwing his stuff into boxes and taking them down to the front desk. I didn’t hear from him after a simple apology note after a week of me catching him, with a simple ‘I’m sorry ~ Michael’ on it. I never once looked for him, or cared to look for him. But despite the dislike I have for him I would never wish any harm such as this to come to him. I swear, Haechan. I do not know why he was at our home.”

“I believe you,” he rubs the bridge of his nose. “But now we have a whole new set of problems. Why was he at your home in the first place? What happened to him prior to the fire before his death which appears to be smoke inhalation due to the fire. And where the fuck is Jaemin?”

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Wiggling about in ecstasy on the couch, your hands at the bend of your knees while your legs are spread wide open for Jaemin – you let out whimper after whimper as he runs his fingers up and down your glistening folds. His eyes staring daggers into yours, he watches as you come undone before him.

“J-Jaemin,” you cry out. “Please!!!”

Snickering he brings his fingers up to his lips and one by one he slides his fingers into his mouth coating them in his saliva. When he’s finished he brings his fingers back down to your pulsating core and slides them over your sensitive nub.

“Does my baby need a little attention?” He asks you sweetly.

“Mmmm…” you respond, lips clenched tightly together.

With the flick of his middle finger he starts to toy with your clit. Closing your eyes tightly you do your best not to make a single sound that would wake your sleeping child. At night and his nap time are the only times the two of you manage to have time for yourselves. And while you were expecting a little quickie when your baby is asleep – the sensational feeling of Jaemin teasing and edging you has you thinking otherwise.

“Wow, look at this,” he grabs your attention. Holding up his hand he shows you how his fingers are now coated in your juices. “You’re so wet baby,” he smiles before popping each finger into his mouth. “So good,” he hums delightfully. “But I think you can do better, don’t you?”

“B-Better?” Your body starts to grow warm all over. The goosebumps you felt in the beginning have multiplied, your breathing starts to get faster turning into small pants. Your toes wiggle and curl the more he rubs his fingers over your bundle of nerves.

“Yes, a lot better, or should I say wetter?” He gives you the darkest smirk you’ve ever seen before plunging two of his fingers into you.

Your head and eyes roll back as your grip on your legs tighten. “Jae-Jaemin!!!” You squeak. Chucking with glee, he lowers his head down to your pulsing clit and slurps up all of your juices he’s caused to spill from you. “Shit!!!” You say a little too loudly.

“Shhh, baby, don’t wake him.” Jaemin warns. “I have another round planned for us during this break.” He smiles against you.

“Th-Then go easy on me, please…” you beg.

“I can’t do that, not when you’re this irresistible.”

And with that he dives down again smothering his face into your folds. His tongue and fingers working together at lightning speed to push you closer and closer to the edge. Your chest rises and falls quickly, your mouth hangs open as saliva trails down onto your chest. Small whimpers and moans keep coming from you the more Jaemin lapse over you and rams his fingers inside of you.

“Jae-Jae-Jae…” you can’t get out his whole name as your body starts to loosen up from your grip. Your hands unclenching from your knees has them lowering down to Jaemin, but with a quick reaction he catches one of your legs which causes you to stop.

Popping his head up for a second, his lips swollen and coated in your slick he gives your clit a little lick which has you clenching around his fingers. “Keep your legs up and open for me baby. As much as I wouldn’t mind being smothered by your thighs, I want to see your beautiful face when you cum, okay?”

“Shit!” You clench around his fingers once more.

“Tell me when I’ve found the spot, alright baby?”

“Mmmmmm…” you slide down further into the couch.

Curling his fingers inside of you, Jaemin feels around trying to find your most sensitive spot. Only having found it a few other times (purely by accident as he pounded his cock inside of you until you came around him) the exact location is still trying to be blueprinted. While one hand is coaxing you into bliss, his other hand hovers over your clit, his middle finger occasionally brushing against you.

“Jaemin!” You whine.

“Not until you tell me when I’ve gotten the right spot,” he pulls his fingers out of you, but not completely.

“WAIT!” You gasp, alarming him. “Slowly push them back in,” you instruct.

Doing as instructed, Jaemin pushes his fingers back inside of you until he feels your body shake below him. Not needing a word of confirmation he curls his fingers, and goes to town pushing you beyond your wildest dreams. In a matter of seconds you go from feeling wonderful, sweetly nestled into the couch – to scrambling to sit up a little, almost as if to get away while Jaemin’s fingers work you over from both inside and out.   

“Jae-Jae-Jae!!!” You start chanting. “Faster, faster!!!!!” Foregoing your clit, Jaemin holds onto his wrist and uses both his arms to shove his fingers inside of you. “Yes! Yes! Yes!!!” You scream behind your hand to keep your voice to a minimum.

Suddenly a burst from you has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your body quivering and shaking. Your hands grip onto the couch while wet noises come from you and fill the room along with your panting.

“That’s my girl!!!!” Jaemin smiles proudly when he sees your pussy squirting, coating his forearm, fingers, shirt and lap. “I knew you could do it.”

As you come down from your high, Jaemin drinks up the remaining juices that drip from you before standing up. “Ready for round two?” He asks while unzipping his pants. Not saying a word you open your arms wide for him – inviting him into your space to do whatever he pleases. Sliding out of his jeans and briefs he runs his soaked fingers up and down his shaft while his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth. “Shit, baby…” he runs his other hand through his newly dyed blonde locks. “I could get off just staring at you like this.”

“No…” you pout and whine sitting up onto the couch. “I want you inside of me,” you pull him towards you, his hand moving away from his cock. “Deep,” you take hold of his length. “Deep,” you give the tip a little smooch. “Deep inside of me,” you state before wrapping your lips around him, sliding your mouth and tongue up and down his shaft coating it with your saliva.

“Fuck,” he curses. “Keep it up and I’ll need to eat you out again before I’m ready to go once more,” he chuckles.

Pulling back a sinister look on your face and a speck of mischief in your eyes you wiggle your tongue across the slit of his cock. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

“Neither would I,” he pulls back from you, dipping down for a kiss. “But like you said so sexily, I want to be buried deep,” he starts moving down to you, your body moving away allowing him more space on the couch. “Deep,” he hikes up one of your legs while he settles in between them. “Deep inside of you,” he mumbles against your lips as he slides his cock inside of you.

Hissing at the feeling of entering you, he resituates himself until he’s comfortable. “We’ll need a third, fourth, and fifth round tonight.” He chuckles and starts to move in and out of you. “Fuck baby,” he smiles while ramming his hip into yours, your hands instinctively go to his wrists as you hold on tight. “You feel so good…” he grunts and starts moving faster driving you deeper and deeper into the couch.

Your hips meet every single thrust of his pushing both of you further into sensuous bliss…

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Sitting in the car next to Jeno your mind races while your fingers are snagged between your teeth. What the hell is really going on? Your leg shakes nervously as the conversation with Haechan replays before your eyes again and again. Jaemin…He’s… but if he was why hasn’t he shown himself yet? If he was alive he wouldn’t just leave you and his son alone, right?

As you draw closer to your old neighborhood the memories of that fateful day start to replay before your eyes…

‘Babe,’ you call out to Jaemin who was upstairs in his office. ‘Can you come down here please?’

‘Mama, where are we going?’ Tiny little hands tug on your shirt.

‘Well, we’re going to have a little picnic so I can tell daddy some good news!’ You boop your son's nose.

‘What news?’

Playfully putting your hands on your hips, you puff out your cheeks. ‘Not so fast you little trickster. You’ll know when daddy knows.’

Mocking your pose he pouts. ‘But I wanna know now!’ He whines.

‘What do you want to know, little man?’ Jaemin swoops down picking him up and causing both of you to giggle.

‘Mama has a secret to tell us!’ He squeals with laughter as Jaemin throws him over his shoulder.

‘A secret? What is this secret?’ His brows wiggle.

Sighing you shake your head and turn to the picnic basket you have in your hands. ‘Like father like son,’ you wave both of them off. ‘I was hoping you could spare the afternoon for a nice picnic at the park. We can bring Nana and the boys with us too!’

Huffing behind you, you leap forward at the familiar growl of discontent from Nana. ‘Speak of the devil (literally…)’ You whisper under your breath.

‘I…’ Jaemin puts your son down, sighing. ‘Why don’t you go outside and play with Nana and the boys, okay buddy?’

‘Okay!’ He squeaks and pats his tiny lap. ‘Come on Nana, let’s go play!’

Rushing out of the kitchen you watch your son and the happiest demon dog to ever walk the face of the earth, gleefully leave out the front door to the front yard.

‘Babe, I can’t go out this afternoon. I’m expecting a call from a client. Is there any way we can reschedule?’

‘I thought that call wasn’t going to be until tonight,’ your shoulders start to slump forward. ‘Can’t you just bring your cell phone and step away when the call comes through?’

‘It’s a business call, you know I don’t take them on my personal phone. Plus, it’s an important call. I can’t exactly bring on a new client while our son is screaming –” as if knowing his cue both of you jump at the sound of your son's laughter coming through the opened door. ‘See,’ he points to the door. ‘I can’t have that going on.’

‘But I mean… not even for two hours? You can’t spare us two hours?’

Running an exasperated hand through his hair, he looks from you to the basket, to your son. ‘Really babe, I’d love to but I can’t… Not this time…’

‘I see…’ you turn from him and grab the picnic basket. ‘I guess we’ll just go and give you the evening to have your business call. We’ll be back after dark.’ You head out of the kitchen and into the living room.

‘Babe! Please!’ Jaemin shouts behind you. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘I understand, Jaemin.’ You wave him off. ‘Sweetie, head over to the car and I’ll meet you there.’ You shout to your son.

‘Why does daddy look sad?’ He stops immediately when he sees Jaemin’s solemn expression.

‘Daddy can’t join us, he has a very important phone call to make.’ You bend down to him and stroke the top of his head. ‘He said he’ll join us another day.’

‘B-But the sandwiches, the secret…’ he looks back at Jaemin. ‘Daddy we need to hear mama’s secret…’

Glancing at you, you quickly turn from Jaemin. ‘We’ll find out another time buddy. Don’t worry I’ll make sure mommy doesn’t forget.’

‘Promise?’ He walks up to Jaemin holding out his tiny pink finger.

‘I promise…’ Jaemin bends down to him and wraps his finger around his baby boy's finger. ‘Now, as the man I’m going to need you to protect your mom for me while we’re apart, okay?’ He asks. ‘If any strange person tries to approach her, what do you do?’

‘GET BACK YOU CREEPY MAN!!!!!!!’ Your son shouts loud enough to scare both you and Jaemin. ‘Right, daddy?!’ He asks proudly.

Holding back a laugh, you roll your eyes. ‘That’s right,’ he gives him a kiss on the cheek before standing up. ‘Really, I’m sorry. We’ll do this again soon, okay?’ His eyes quiver with uncertainty.

Nodding, you take hold of your little boy's hand. ‘Of course, I still have a secret to tell.’

‘I’ll see you when you get back sweetie,’ he wraps his arm around your waist bringing you in for a sweet kiss.

‘Maybe we’ll be back a little earlier than expected,’ you wink. ‘Okay, let’s get to the park before all the good swings are taken!’

‘YEAH!!!!!!!!’

‘Be safe!’ Jaemin shouts as you leave through the front door.

‘We will. We’ll be back in about two hours.’

‘I’ll be here!’ He waves before closing the door.

Just as you were heading for the garage you realize you left the bag that has a blanket and a few treats and toys for the dogs inside.

‘Sweetie, come back here for a second. Mommy forgot something inside.’ You call back to your son. He runs back up to you with the two boy dogs, Nana having walked into the home after you parted with Jaemin. ‘Do you remember where you left mommy’s bag with the blanket inside?’

‘I left it by the door.’ He points to the front door.

‘Okay we just need to –’

Shaking your head you stop the rest of that memory from resurfacing. In the matter of seconds a loud, powerful, gust of wind blasted through the door sending both you and your son back and the dogs running away. Covering him up with your body you kept him safe from what felt like a raging ball of fire spewing from inside of your home.

When you felt it was safe enough to move you told your little boy to run and to not look back, but you yourself looked back to see your beautiful home engulfed in a beastly fire. Tears poured down onto your face, your legs froze where you stood – your heart reaching out to where you knew Jaemin was still inside. Almost dragging you back to the fiery beast if not for your son’s small hand clenching your own – no one could have survived that… not even…

Pulling into his driveway Jeno parks his car, turns it off and immediately you hear a tired breath come from him. “What happened?” He turns to you. “What happened with Haechan? You’ve been eerily quiet since I picked you up. Did he say something? Or,” he pauses and gulps loudly. “Did he try to hurt you again?”

“Jeno,” you whisper quietly. “What are the odds of someone surviving that fire?”

Taken aback he takes off his seatbelt so he can turn to you. “What are you talking about? You were there… and I drove back a few days after. Your house is completely leveled. No one, not even Superman himself could have survived that fire.”

“The police found a body…”

“Yeah but we both knew that, remember? That’s why you were down there to talk about the body. Did they prove you didn’t do anything?” He takes hold of your hand worriedly. “Is this mess going to end?”

“Not even close,” slowly your head turns to Jeno, a wild look in your eyes. “The body they found wasn’t Jaemin’s. It was of Michael Krest…”

“Michael Krest, who the hell is that?”

“My ex-boyfriend.”

Jeno drops your hand from his ever so slowly as he leans back, his back now resting against his car door. “What the…”

“Jeno, I think Jaemin is alive… and I think… he had someone else trapped in that maze after me…”

Speechless, both you and Jeno sit in his car in an eerie silence. Both of your heads spinning out of control with the news that you’ve just found out and uttered. Jeno was right, no one could have possibly lived through that fire, hence Michael’s body. The real questions still remain: why was Michael at your home in the first place? Did Jaemin do something terrible to him? Did he lock him down in the maze as he did to you? What caused that explosion? Is Jaemin still alive and if so, how did he escape? Is Nana with him? If he did escape and is out there why hasn’t he come to get you and your son?

“We-We should get inside and you can tell me everything that happened at the precinct. Alright?” Jeno asks in a shaky voice. “None of this makes sense…”

“You’re telling me,” you sigh, undoing your seatbelt. “Haechan did say that he was going to stop by at the end of the week so maybe he’ll have found more information by then. I just… none of this makes any sense, Jeno. None of it…”

“I’m sorry,” he reaches out and places his hand on top of yours once more. “I’m sorry for everything he’s caused and is still causing. I should have said something years ago when I found out, but I…”

Shaking your head you pat the top of his hand. “It’s okay, I did this to myself. I chose him once, then hated him, chose him again, and now I just have question after question for him. Maybe when this is all said and done I’ll finally have all the answers to them, hopefully that is.”

“Yeah, hopefully...”

Jeno gets out of the car and quickly comes over to your side and opens the door for you, and helps you get out. Giving you a secure arm to lean against the two of you walk up to his house to find a piece of paper taped to his front door, with your name on it.

“Were you expecting someone?” Jeno asks, taking the paper and handing it to you while he opens the door.

“No,” you open it up. “I…”

Immediately all the blood drains from your face, and for the second time your knees give out and you fall to the ground.

“Yah!!!!” Jeno quickly grabs hold of you and pulls you back to your feet. “What happened? Are you okay? Here, let’s get you inside…”

“Jeno…” you start crying. “Jeno….”

“What happened? What hurts?” He leads you to the couch in his living room. Crouching down in front of you, he holds the side of your face in his hands as he looks at you terrified. “What is it?” Holding out the paper to him, it shakes and jiggles frantically in your grasp. “The note?” He asks. Taking it from you he opens it and just like you, the blood drains from his face and he falls back onto his butt on the floor. “What the fuck is going on?”

Rule 8, if the hunter finds himself incapable of being the hunter then the title of hunter goes to his former prey. When this change happens it is now the new hunters job to seek out the prey.

Come find me, hunter.

~ Jaemin

[marvel-and-chicago-fan]

Low Days

I’ve changed my format and things around cause I like it better that way :D

I think I’ll keep this font for different One Shots like this and keep the normal one for Halstead sister one shots.

I think I’ll be able to finish the day I start it as well. And sorry if there’s horrible grammar I wrote this on my phone😭

Word count: 

Summary: Your Matt’s sister and There’s a hostage situation in the hosue

Warnings: Guns, Hostage situation, mentions of Hospitals, Mentions of death, seizures  Small Cursing ~and I think that’s all~

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Ever since you were young your older brother Matt has looked after you, along with the rest of the people at 51.

You never really minded staying at the house most of the day. Whenever you weren’t at school you were there and whenever you got off of school you were there. 

Everyone spoiled you most of the time. Violet, Stella and Sylvie made sure to spend some girl time with you. Either going out for milkshakes or just talking about drama in or school or boys .And the others spent some time with you and they all were special to you in their own way.

Whenever the truck was gone Kelly, Herman or boden would watch you. If everyone had to go then they would take you with them and you would wait in the engine.

“Y/n have you done your homework?”  Your brother said. “Yeah I emailed my teacher that I finished it.” You were gone for about a week due to being sick. It was late October and of course it’s flu season so you were bound to get it. 

Just then Matt’s phone went off. “Hey y/n go get something to eat or drink your sugar is low” your brother said as his phone lit up with a notification. Yeah you had type 1 diabetes, you got diagnosed at 10 after your sugar had dropped dramatically while everyone was on call and they had found you in the truck practically life less.

“Alright I’ll be right back-“ About 10 guys barged into the station holding guns screaming at everyone who was in their sight.

“EVERYBODY DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW. GET RID PF EVERYTHING, PHONES, WATCHES,ANYTHING YOU HAVE IN YOUR POCKETS” one of guys he looked like the leader.

Matt dragged you to the ground and pushed you towards everyone else who was in the main area where the trucks were ~idk what it’s called~

“Hey you put give me your phone now.” One of the guys spat at you. You shook your head in fear. Before he could lunge at you Kelly got in front of you. “She has diabetes she needs her phone.” Kelly spoke. “Diabetes are the least of her worries now. Hand it over.” Kelly and Matt gave you a look. You slid your phone across the floor. Matt read your face and could see that you were worried. “I promise I’ll your glucose meter” Matt reassured you. 

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4 hours, you add the crew have been held hostage for 4 hours now.  CPD has been trying to talk to the leader of this and he was finally arrested . The last number your blood sugar had been at was. 58 and you could tell it was dropping.

“Y/n I need you to stay awake for a little bit longer, okay?” Matt cooed. “Just a small nap” you leaned onto Kelly’s shoulder sleep pulling you in.

Sylvie had ran to your to your drawer that was in the office that contained all of your stuff and grabbed your glucagon and ran back to you.

“What’s her number?” Sylvie asked while opening the bright Red box. Kelly read your phone screen. “29 and it’s dropping.”

“Hey Y/n, I’m gonna test you alright?” Sylvie says. Before she could even test you, you started pulling away. 

“She’s having a seizure, roll her on her side, Stella go get nasal spray from the cabinet inside the rig” Sylvie spoke fast and Stella nodded and ran quickly.

“You’re okay Y/n, you’re okay” Matt said. 

“Does she need to go the hospital?” Jay walked over to everyone. “No, not unless her blood sugar goes down to where I can’t control it.  Stella returned with the nasal spray and Sylvie sprayed it into your nose. 

As you stopped seizing, Matt immediately went by your side “see you’re all good now, we’re gonna make you feel better, then we can go wherever you like you just have to stay with me” Matt said as he rubbed your back.

“Truck 81, Ambo 16. Reports of child stuck on roof”

“Go, I’ll watch after her with them” Jay was like your brother, whenever you couldn’t make it to the station after school because it was snowing or too cold, you would be at the district and hang out with everyone there. Jay would make sure he would give you food, get your homework done, and would make sure your sugar didn’t get to low or high”

Matt have instructions right beofre he wa about to leave “If her sugar drops to 50 or below again after giving her the Glucagon take her-“ “to the hospital and she has another seizure take her to the hospital and keep her in her side. I know the drill man, I got her” Jay had been through this about Three or two times. “Thanks Jay” 

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Your eyes flutter open but you shut them again because of the bright lights overhead.  You soon adjusted to the light and realized you were on the couch in the break room. You looked around and saw Herman, Kelly and Jay talking together. What the hell happened?

“What the hell happened, where is everyone” You muttered. The three men immediately turned to you 

“First of all language, second, your blood sugar dropped while we were in the whole hostage situation and you had a seizure” Kelly spoke

“What was it at?” You cried “29 was last I knew of” Jay picked his phone to see what your number were at now. “Atleast I got a new record” you dorsally celebrate. “I can see your humor hasn’t gone away” Herman laughed.

“Where’s Matt” Matt was usually with you after you had a low and you felt exhausted afterwards. “He’s on a call now everyone else should be back soon since it was something small”

“Can I have like pretzels or something I’m really hungry”You begged “you know the drill y/n you have to have something sweet that’s a drink or a snack.” Jay pointed out.  “well can I have Gatorade?” Gatorade was your all time favorite when you were low. “we’re out of Gatorade, since we didn’t go grocery shopping last week. But you can have apple juice” Kelly compromised“well not my favorite but I’ll take it”You shrugged 

Kelly walks over to the fridge and retrieves your juice and hands to you. “I almost just died can someone help me open this”

“First of all, don’t say that because of a Matt was around he would freak and yes we’ll help you open it.” Jay laughs as he takes the box from you.

“I’m gonna take a nap, I’m exhausted from today” You pulled the blanket you had on closer. “Wake me if someone brings me food,I love food”

“Yes princess Y/n”

Surprise y’all I posted, apologies for not posting last month. Now I can get onto requests and my other one shot that only need about 200 more words and it’ll post.

Thank you so much for read and I love y’all

-Lia

[rowretro]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

WARNINGS: Hardcore Drug usage, underage drinking/smoking, 

✧CHAPTER 2✧

Another Monday morning at school. Just another normal day of small groups of giggly girls gossipping about last night’s latest drama, some even hanging their head low in shame of whatever rendezvous or embarrassing dare they had gone with at the Rave. Many were hung over and tired. For Y/n, she was high. People find it hard to tell whether the girl’s sober or not as she knows how to put up an act.

Last night’s events were a blur to her, she slumped in her seat, near the back corner where she always is.  As she brought a flask of whiskey to her mouth, more students walked in, going to their designated seats, completely shielding her from the teacher’s view. Riki slipped beside her, glancing at her as she sipped on her whiskey. “Pretty boy who knows where I live-” the girl said as her eyes met his. Riki scoffed, opening his book “Don’t think that you're special, junkie. I only picked you up because your brother asked me to.” Riki coldly said, as he scribbled down some words in his notebook. 

The girl shrugged, going about her business as Riki continued scribbling in his book, glancing at the board every now and then, as the teacher went about her lecture. All the while, y/n was busy sketching some little doodles in the margin of her book as she took a few, necessary notes. Riki found his eyes wandering along the margins of her books. The pretty sketches, messy but artistic. 2 hours had passed and break time finally came. The girl didn’t waste any time, taking a few things from her bag secretively and slipping them into her bra as she left the classroom. She left her bag behind, as they were going to be stuck in the same class for a whole year, due to some issues that had sparked in school restrooms and hallways. 

The girl went outside, where many people sat at tables eating with friends or chatting about the most random shit ever. The girl cautiously, went a little more further, arriving at a restricted area that led to an abandoned park. Now she was out of no one’s sight, not even a camera in view, she lit up one of her joints, inhaling the smoke, letting it hit her throat, as she exhaled shortly after. “We haven’t even made it until lunch and here you are already smoking.” A voice called as y/n darkly stared at the male, smoke leaving her mouth “You’re one to talk Yang.“ The girl narrowed her eyes at the boy who rolled his eyes. Y/n’s best friend. Jungwon.

The boy wasn’t a fan of her constant smoking, but who was he to tell her what to do?  “Want a puff?” she asked as Jungwon blinked at her, his eyes flickered from her to the joint back to her again. “No not now we’re in school.” The male pointed out. The two turned to the gate, cautious as they heard the sound of two males snickering and walking their way. The barbed gate opened revealing none other than Kim Sunoo and his dear friend Riki. “Fuck- I thought we were going to get caught for a second-” Jungwon sighed “Meet Riki, the abroad friend I was talking about, the one I met online-” Sunoo said as Jungwon nodded. 

“Does Heeseung know you do the junk in school hours  as well?” Sunoo asks, as y/n shrugs “Why does he need to know” the girl mumbled, peacefully smoking as Sunoo rolled his eyes, pulled out a cigarette “Want one?” he asked as Riki shook his head “We have to had back in 5 so-” the boy said as Sunoo put it away. y/n finished her joint, putting it out, throwing it into a puddle, she hopped off the slightly damaged rock wall, touching up her make up and spraying herself in Jungwon’s spray. “Why mineeee” he whined. “Men’s spray smells better, plus it helps better with the smell.” She reasoned, sticking a cherry lollipop in his mouth, and opening one for herself, as she handed Sunoo 2. “For your racer friend too.” She simply said, Jungwon dragged her away. 

As the boys went to their own classes, y/n and Riki walked back to theirs. The 2 shared a good distance where the awkward silence filled in. However that silence was long gone when y/n went back to her seat. Then came some squealy girls, fangirling over how one of them managed to hook up with Heeseung. Disgusted, y/n covered her ears, her head hitting the table as she pretended to sleep. 

Riki rolled his eyes at the noise, softly nudging y/n “What?” she asked, a twinge of annoyance in her tone. “You want to do coke after school?” the boy asked out of nowhere. Did she care? No, free cocaine “Sure where?” she asked, "At my place duh, it’ll just be us though, the others are against anything beyond weed.” The boy said as the girl nodded. “He was so easy, you should have seen his face!” the girl said, a little loud, as y/n rolled her eyes. “so fucking stupid” Riki mumbled, clearly annoyed. It’s obvious. If anything, Hee was playing with her, she was nowhere near his type.

The school day went by ever so slowly. The slow hours were dreadful, but it would soon be forgotten. Hearing the bell ring, everyone jumped from their seats, rushing to leave the building, not even letting the poor teacher finish her sentence. Y/n walked to a shop, only to be yanked by her wrist. SHe frowned, her eyes landing on Riki “Aren’t you going to hang out with me?” the male asked as y/n frowned, confused as to why he’d want to get high with her of all people. “Yeah I’m just getting some drinks…” the girl trailed off, pointing at a corner store. 

Being the daughter of a pretty respectable Celebrity like her father, y/n got away with many things. Like buying alcohol despite being a minor. She left the shop with her school bag stuffed with bottles, and even some in her shopping bag. “I got the snacks brother- lets go.” She randomly blurted. Riki frowned as she dragged her to his car. “The paparazzi were recording us, I saw two of them in the bushes…” she mumbled as they got in the car. 

✧𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓✧

[wh0re4harrington]

I’m Serious / Robin Buckley x Henderson!Reader

Summary- basically bsf to lovers, but it’s all fluff.

Warnings- none it’s all fluff oh and fem!reader duh cause it’s robin

Word count- 4.1k

A/N- I’m probably gonna right a pt 2 to this that will be smutty hehe, also please let me know if y’all like this, i tried to write the characters the most accurate as i could but i’m totally open to advice lol <3

“Ahoy” You said as you walked through the door of the family video, smiling at Steve as he rolled his eyes at you.

“Never gonna let me live it down huh?” He said

“Not a chance Harrington”

You, Steve, and Robin had all worked at Scoops Ahoy together last year before everything went to shit, and all three of you had ended up tied together in some russian base underneath the starcourt mall. It was a terrible situation but it made for a great bonding experience. You were just thankful yall got out of there before you got drugged like the other two.

You and Steve had become friends because of your little brother, Dustin, who somehow became attached to Steve's hip during the group's first round with the Mind Flayer. It didn’t bother you that he was always around because you knew Dustin needed him, Steve could give him advice that you couldn’t.

Besides it gave Steve someone to hangout with when you and Robin wanted to have girl time. After saving the world together you and Robin had become basically inseparable. She was your best friend, and probably the funniest person you’ve ever met. She complimented you very well, because she never shut up, and you loved to listen. It didn’t matter if she was ranting about some new avant guard french movie she saw, or the music she was working on for band, you were always happy to listen, and chime in whenever she ran out of breath.

“Here to pick out you and Robin’s movie for tonight?” Steve asked as you reached the counter, leaning on it with your elbows.

“Yup, I think I want some time of romantic drama today, figured it would be better than last week when we watched Nightmare on Elm Street” You chuckled.

“No I’m serious Y/N, what if it’s real?! I mean if the upside down is real how can you be so sure that some man won’t creep into my dreams and murder me right here in your bed???” Robin said frantically “ I mean seriously we fought a giant monster made out of human flesh and rats with a girl who can move things with her mind! Her mind Y/N! Anything is possible!” She paused for a breath.

“I'm sure he isn’t real Robin, we can sleep” You had said trying to convince her

“I’m going to make a cup of coffee” She said before quickly getting up. “Being murdered in my sleep is my second biggest fear you know! Right behind rabies!” She had shouted while jogging down the hall.

“Yeah, that is the last time we watch a horror movie” You said.

“Hey I told you when you rented it, that it was a bad idea” Steve said while rewinding the tape on some random movie. “You just don’t listen”

“I listen” You protested leaving the counter and walking towards the drama section “Just not to someone who uses Farrah Fawcett hair spray” You laughed running your fingers along the VHS tapes that started with the letter A.

“I swear to god I’m gonna kill your brother, Henderson” Steve said “I said that in confidence” He mumbled upset.

You disagreed though, it wasn’t a bad idea.

You breathed in through your nose, the smell of peaches and warm vanilla filled your nose. You had always loved the way Robin’s shampoo and perfume mixed to cause this intoxicating aroma. After a few hours of claiming she was gonna get murdered in her sleep Robin had finally gone to bed, her arm was strewn across your body and you were facing each other. You examined your messy hair, tousled from sleep, and all her little freckles, the way she rose and fell with breath. You felt a butterfly in stomach as she unconsciously pulled you towards her. And thats when you snapped out of it. ‘Oh my god’ You had thought. ‘I can’t think about her like that, she is a girl and not just any girl, my best friend.’ You panicked and scooted away, rolling over. ‘And I like guys right? Right?’

You had stayed up the rest of the night, mulling over in your head what it meant, the butterflies. You thought back to all the times you had hangout with Robin, and the way she made you feel. ‘Shit.’ You thought. ‘I like Robin’

You didn’t see anything that peaked your interest in the A section, you moved onto the Bs. “hmmm” You hummed while you read the titles until one caught your “The Bostonians” You mumbled as you grabbed it and walked towards the counters.

“Harrington, will you pull up Robins rental history, I don’t wanna spend money on a movie she has already seen”

“Alrighty, uh what movie is it?” He asked while staring at the computer screen.

“The Bostonians,” You said.

“Nope, you’re good” He said and you slide the VHS over the counter towards him.

“Okay cool” You smiled.

“Oh my Mom watched this the other day, apparently there are lesbians in the movie, so Robin sh-” Steve cut himself off. You raised an eyebrow at him, suddenly nervous that maybe Robin would think it was weird that you had picked out that movie, and maybe she would catch on to the fact that you might be lesbian.

Steve must’ve seen the panic on your face because he quickly began talking again “I mean uh, Robin will love it the cinematography is right up her alley, lots of artsy shots and symbolism or whatever” He said handing you back the movie as you passed him some cash. You were nervous now, well more than you already were before finding out that you were bringing a lesbian movie to your best friends house who you might have feelings for.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, looking at you concerned.

“I- uh um yeah” You fake laughed “ Why would I be nervous? It’s just lesbians? Why would that bother me? Is there something wrong with a girl having feelings for another girl Steve?” You word vomited out.

“I-I, no no there isn’t anything wrong with- I love lesbians” Steve said flustered, you looked at him weirdly “ I mean- No not like in a pervy way- I just mean that they are cool. Like nothing wrong with it. I support them or- I'm an ally…I think thats the word for it” He said.

“Oh…cool…good” You smiled at him, turning to leave.

“I didn’t say you were nervous by the way!” He said looking at you questioningly. You froze, turning back around.

“You didn’t? Oh silly me” You laughed nervously

“Are you? Are you nervous to hangout with Robin?” He asked still confused

“Whaaat? No? Pfft” You huff trying to play it cool like Steve wasn’t about to piece everything together.

“Uh Yes you are!” He said triumphantly “But why would you be- Unless…” It looked like a lightbulb went off in his head “OH MY GOD” He squealed “You have a cr-”

You cut him off by running up and slamming your hand over his mouth.

“Harrington!” You whisper yelled “Shut the fuck up right now, before someone walks in, or Keith hears” You said, his eyes where wide as you removed your hand.

“I didn’t know you where gay!” He whispered “Why didn’t I know this, we have been friends for so long!”

“Well I didn’t know till like a week ago so” You huffed

“That explains why you never tried to flirt with me” He laughed

“Yup okay I'm leaving now Steve” You rolled your eyes before turning to leave,for real this time.

“I won’t say anything!” He said “But you should tell her! Trust me!” He said before the door closed behind you. What did he mean by that, ‘Trust me?’.

One Year Earlier

Robins POV

“Have you…ever been in love?” I questioned Steve, while sitting on the bathroom floor after just puking my guts out cause I was drugged by Russians in a base underneath the mall.

“Yup, Nancy Wheeler, first semester senior year” He says through the stall, before doing a fake gunshot sound.

“Oh my god” I rolled my eyes at him “She is such a priss” I said thinking about Nancy Wheeler, chief editor of the school paper, valedictorian of my grade, I think she is dating Jonathan Byers

Steve paused “Hm. Turns out, not really”

I scoffed at him “Are you still in love with Nancy?” I prodded

He paused for a moment “No.” He said finally

“Why not?”

Another pause.

“I guess because I found someone who is a little bit better for me.” He pauses again.

I think in my head, I think about Y/N.

“Its crazy” He continued “Ever since Dustin got home he’s been saying You gotta find your Suzie, You gotta find your Suzie” He said

Suddenly I was confused, I’m sure he is talking about Y/N which hurts but who was Suzie?

“Wait who’s Suzie” I ask

“It’s some girl from camp” He breathed from the other stall “ I guess his girlfriend? To be honest with you I’m not even 100 percent sure she's even real” He chuckled

I nodded my head, less confused now.

“But thats not- thats not really the point” He paused “That doesn’t matter, the point is, this girl, you know, the one the one that I like” He pauses. My heart clenches, if it’s Y/N I’ll just have to suck it up, they are my friends first, and there is no way someone wouldn’t like Steve back, he is Steve Harrington for crying out loud.

“It’s somebody that I didn’t even talk to in school.” He pauses, and now I’m confused again because I remember watching Steve and Y/N have conversations in Mrs. Clicks class. “And I don’t even know why” He continued “ Maybe cause Tommy H. would’ve made fun of me or I wouldn’t be prom king” He paused

“It’s stupid” He huffed “I mean Dustins right, it’s all just a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because when I think about it, I should’ve been hanging out with this girl the whole time. Cause first of all she’s hilarious. She’s so funny. I feel like, this summer, I have laughed harder than I have laughed in a really long time…And she’s smart, way smarter than me.”

That’s when things start to click for me and my heart hurts. Steve is opening up to me about this, and I can’t even reciprocate it.

He continues “You know, she can crack, like, top secret russian codes, and…You know? She is honestly unlike anyone I have ever met before.” He finished

My heart breaks as I lower my head between my knees. ‘Fuck’ I think. I bring my hands up and run them through my hair.

“Robin?” He asks softly before taping on the stall wall in between us. “Robin, Did you just OD in there?” He asked, concerned.

“No” I say, letting out a sigh. “I…am still alive” I breathe. And sigh again knowing that I was going to have to decide whether I was about to come out to the first time, to none other the Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington or lie to him by making up some other reason. But the worst part of it was that either way I was going to be hurting him, someone who despite all the odds, is one of my best friends. I lean back against the wall propping my leg up against the stall. Thats when I hear the squeak of Steve’s shoe as he slides under, into my stall.

“That floor is disgusting” I say looking at him, his face was all busted up and swollen.

“Yeah, well I already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so..” He jokes dryly and I chuckle a little.

“What do you think?” He asks.

“About?” I respond trying to play dumb.

“This girl.”

“She sounds awesome” I say still avoiding

“She is awesome.” He nods his head “ And what about the guy?”  He asked

“I think he is on drugs, and he’s not thinking straight” I responded hoping he was just high and babbling, but knowing that wasn’t the case.

“Really? Cause I think he is thinking a lot more clearly than usual” He responds looking me in the eyes.

“He’s not.” I say harshly before continuing “Look, he doesn’t even know this girl.” I continued, the look in his eyes wasn't upset, or angry, but instead it was full of care, and that is when I decided. “And if he did know her, like-like really know her, I don’t think he would even want to be her friend.” The words hurt as I said them, the fear creeping into my voice.

“No, that’s not true” Steve said “No way is that true” He leaned forward.

“Listen to me Steve,” I said nervously. I am really about to do this. “It’s shocked me to my core, but I like you” I pause “I really like you, but I’m not like your other friends, and I’m not like Nancy Wheeler.” I say hoping that's enough.

“Robin, that’s exactly why I like you.” He said clearly not getting it.

“Do you remember what I said about Mrs. Click’s class? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?” I asked

He nods, “Yeah”

“It isn’t because I had a crush on you.” I take a deep breathe in preparation “It’s because she wouldn’t stop staring at you.” I said

Steve being visibly confused, “Mrs. Click?” He asked puzzled and I laughed.

“Y/N” I answered “I wanted her to look at me. But” I breathe “She couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair.” I say glancing up at his hair somehow still perfect atop his head. “And I didn’t understand, because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And you asked dumb questions. And you were a douchebag.” I pause as he stared back at me

“And-And you didn’t even like her and I would go home and just scream into my pillow.And then this summer, I see it again, the way she laughs more when you’re around, and getting to know her, the music she likes, her laugh, I- I just” I said stopping before the lump in my throat got to big. He looked at my confused

“But…Y/N’s a girl…” He said looking at me still not getting it.

“Steve” I whisper, begging him to figure it out.

“Yeah?” He said, and I could see it click in his brain. “Oh.” He said softly

“Oh” I nodded my head.

“Holy shit”

“Yeah” I looked up “Holy shit” I can’t believe I actually just came out to Steve. We sat in silence for a few moments, the air felt heavy “Steve, did you OD over there?” I asked.

“No, I just, uh just thinking” He said looking at his hands

“Okay” I said quietly, nervous.

“I mean yeah Y/N, you know she’s cute and all, but I mean she’s a total nerd” He said smiling at me. And suddenly the air felt lighter

Present

It had been a few hours since you had that odd interaction/accidental coming out with Steve and you were now nervously waiting outside of Robin's house for her so you could drive to your house to watch the movie, since your parents weren’t home.

You couldn’t stop replaying that last thing Steve had said over in your head. Why would he want you to tell her? Did he want you to risk ruining your friendship? Or did he know something you didn’t? These questions had been plaguing your mind all day to the point that you had even asked Dustin where Eddie lived and gone to buy some pre-rolls. You had smoked before, the occasional joint shared between you and Steve wasn’t unusual, and sometimes Robin had joined in on the fun. Your plan was to bring it up casually before the movie started, to try and use it to calm your nerves.

Finally Robin comes out of the house, and makes her way to your passenger seat.

“Hey Henderson” She smiled, chewing on some gum. Suddenly you didn’t feel so nervous, it was just Robin, she was your best friend.

“Hi” You chuckled as she put her seat belt on, you watched, making sure it buckled before you backed out. “Is that a new ring?” You asked, noticing one with a black jewel.

“Yeah, you like it?” She asked, wiggling her finger in front of your face. “Isn't it cool? I thought it would make me look all mysterious, you know? Cause it's black” She said, pulling hand back to look at it herself. You chuckled, and seemingly from nowhere gained the confidence to test the waters

“I like it, it’s hot” You said trying to sound nonchalant, you could see Robin freeze, blushing. “And mysterious” You added looking over at her smiling.

“Thanks-uh thank you” She smiled, blush still lingering on her cheeks, which to you was a good sign “So uh, what movie did you pick?” She said after clearing her throat.

“The Bostonians”

“Is that the one where the girl is in love with the other girl?” Robin asked, playing with her rings.

“Yeah. You know you can just say lesbians?” You raised an eyebrows.

“Oh yeah I know.” She said, “I just- I uh didn’t think you would like uh- those kinds of movies” She said sounding almost nervous, which in turn made you nervous because what if she was uncomfortable and maybe this was a bad idea.

“Oh uh…do you want to grab a different one? If I speed we can make it before Family Video closes” You said nervously, checking the time on your watch

“No!” She said quickly “I-I want to watch it”

“Okay, uh me too” You cleared your throat “I- uh I went by Eddies earlier”

“Munson?” She asked, raising an eyebrow, while bringing her hand up to bite her nails.

“Yeah, he plays DnD with Dustin” You said “He also happens to sell these babies”

You reach over and open the glove box, where 2 perfectly rolled joints sit.

Robin grabs one and rolls it between her fingers “Oh so it’s that kind of movie night?” She laughs and you nod “In that case we should stop and get snack, cause last time we smoked with Steve he only had barbecue chips, and you know I’m a salt and vinegar person so I was like starving and I can not do that again”

“Your wish is my command”

You pull into the first gas station you see for snacks.

“All right princess, let’s go” You say getting out of the car. Robin rolls her eyes at the pet name, walking into the gas station.

“Hmmm well we definitely need peanut M&Ms because they are simply the best candy, crunchy and sweet and not messy. But then we need something sour to cut the sweetness, so nerds ropes cause again they are crunchy” Robin says as she walks down the candy aisle. “But we can’t just have candy, and I don’t like the way popcorn butter makes my mouth feel so I’m thinking…Bugles?” She turns  

“Whatever you want” You smile, grabbing the M&Ms and Nerds Ropes

“Well you're no help” She huffed before grabbing a bag, she made her way over to the drink cooler and grabbed a mountain dew and a doctor pepper.

“Aw, you knew what I wanted” You say, hip bumping her.

“Well yeah, you get the same thing everytime” She chuckled “Besides I think I know everything about you”

“Not everything” You say, bumping your eyebrows and walking towards the counter.

“What? What do you mean? I-I how? We have played 20 questions at least once a week for the past year! There aren’t any questions left!”

The snacks were laid out on your living room floor in front of the mess of blankets and pillows you and Robin had thrown on the floor until you thought it was comfortable enough.

“Dammit” You mumbled with the joint between your lips. The lighter was being a bitch and not working.

“Here let me” Robin said, scooting closer and grabbing the lighter from your hands. Her fingers were soft, and her rings were cold, you could feel her touch linger there even after she grabbed the lighter. She leaned in, her face much closer to yours. You examined her face as she brought the lighter up to the end of joint, lighting it on her first try. Her face lingered there, in the closeness, for a moment. Something about what just happened seemed oddly intimate for such a mundane thing.

“Uh- wow you made it seem easy” You say before taking a drag. You hold in the smoke for a few moments.

“I have the magic touch” She chuckled. You blew out a soft cloud of smoke before laying back onto the pillows. Robin followed suit, layin down as you passed her the joint. You watched as she took the joint between her lips. She looked so perfect in that moment, hair strewn out, her ringing fingers holding a joint, laying next to you, that familiar peach and vanilla smell now laced with weed.

“Pretty” You whispered, not sure she could even hear you. She didn’t respond but you knew she heard because of the soft rose color that spread across her cheeks as she let out the smoke.

“Jeez Henderson, making me blush today huh?” She tried to play it cool, offering back the joint.

“Just being honest Buckley” You said, before taking another long drag.

“Oh shut it” She said shoving your arm

“What? I said you’re pretty? I’m not lying” You said releasing your hit.

“Come on, you have to say that” Robin argued

“Robin seriously?” You raised an eyebrow, turning onto your side, leaning on your elbow. “You’re like a total smoke show” You said.

“Y/N stop” She said covering her face “For real.”

“No Robin, I’m serious you are hot, like have you looked in a mirror?”

“Y/N” She said softly, suddenly the mood in the room shifted. “Please, stop”

You stared at her, she seemed sad, which confused you cause you were trying to give her a compliment. Maybe she thought you were joking.

“Rob, are you okay?” You asked, reaching towards her but she rolled away from your touch. “Come on Robin, talk to me” Still no response, which caused your heart to feel like it was being squeezed “I- I’m sorry, I don’t whats wrong, but I’m really sorry”

“You didn’t do anything wrong” She said, finally rolling back towards you.

“Well then why are you upset?” You asked. “I was being serious Rob”

“That’s just it Y/N, I know you were being serious, it's just-...I- it’s just nothing. It's nothing.” she said, sitting up. “Lets just watch  the movie” She said as she got up to go press play.

“No” You said sitting up, you were upset that she wasn’t telling you why she was sad “It’s not nothing. You’re upset, I want to know what is wrong Robin. This isn’t like you, you’re my best friend and I-”

She cut you off “Thats it Y/N, I’m your best friend, but I don’t want to be your best friend” She said turning back towards you. Your heart sank as the words fell from her mouth. You could feel the immediate lump forming in your throat, maybe you had been too forward with the hints. Maybe she thought you were some sort of freak lesbian, and wanted nothing to do with you. “I want to be everything to you Y/N. Because that is what you are to me, I want to be able to hug you, touch you, and say everything I have been wanting to say for so long. My world has revolved around you since Mrs. Clicks class sophomore year, and after last summer you have made my life so much better. Everytime I’m around you it’s like the world stops spinning and all the noise in my head goes away. I’m sorry I was upset but it's so hard to hear you say that about me when I know you don’t mean it the way I want you to mean it. I want you to call me pretty the way a boy calls a girl pretty and I'm sorry if I am totally ruining everything right now but-”

“Robin.” You cut her off. Your heart was beating out of your chest with pure unfiltered happiness. You stood to walk over to her

“Yeah?” She choked out nervously

“Stop talking” You said before cupping her face and kissing her.

The kiss was full of emotion and passion, it was like you both had been waiting your whole lives for this moment and honestly you were. After a few moments you pulled away from each other, resting your forehead on hers.

“Woah” She said, looking at you shocked.

“I told you I was being serious” You giggled.

[listerbirdloml]

ghost

(for the iwbft mini story thing)

ask and you shall receive. i'm well aware this is super unrealistic but BOOO DIDNT ASK BOOO I'LL WRITE WHAT I WANT

again, no real content warning other than silliness, strong language, and rushed writing. established bicci but its like two lines. set 2/3 years after events of IWBFT. 1K words.

Ghost

"It's definitely haunted."

When Cecily first mentioned a change in their accommodation during their first tour in America, Jimmy's traitor of a brain instantly began concocting worst-case scenarios. They were going to have to camp in the American wilderness with the bears, the cougars, and the coyotes. They were going to have to ask for shelter at a lonely homestead, as though they were simple gold prospectors in the 1800s seeking shelter. They were going to have to spend another night on that godforsaken tour bus with Rowans loud snoring and Listers incessant need to initiate games of “I spy” every three seconds.

His bandmates had tried reassuring him. There was no way Cecily would let them camp in the middle of the United States, and there was no way she would let them shack up with some random family. No, what was more likely was a change in hotel. Maybe even a switch of rooms. Maybe they’d have to share.

Rowan had been right, apparently. There was a change in hotel. And now, the creators of not two but three golden albums had to spend the night in a most definitely haunted hotel, 50 miles from the nearest town.

"It's not haunted.” Two heads turned to Lister as he spoke up. They had been standing in a row on the pavement, all three of them staring up at the building as though they were getting the perfect promo shot for an indie horror film. Lister bushed his sunglasses off of his nose and rested them on top of his head. There were little red indents where they had originally sat. “I don’t feel anything.”

“You don't feel anything?” Rowan had an eyebrow raised, his voice thick with scepticism. “And pray tell, what would you feel if it was haunted?”

“Oh easy.” Lister slung an arm around Rowan's shoulder. “My butt cheeks would start clenching.” Rowan shoved him off, making him bump into Jimmy, who was still gazing up at the building in front of them. There must have been genuine concern on his face as Listers farcing stopped. “Jimjam, seriously. Dont worry. It's just for one night. Then we are on our way to LA. Theres no haunted building in LA!"

"Actually," but Lister had already walked off, and towards the front door, Rowans comment ignored. The two remaining band members sighed and watched him go, Cecily following not far behind.

“You know, there's a way we could get him back for Peegate."

That caught Jimmy's attention, and he was finally looking away from the rafters. Peegate had happened two weeks prior, during their stop in Texas. Lister had hidden on the tour bus after a stop at a rest station and then texted Rowan, telling them they'd forgotten him while he’d gone into the petrol station to use the toilets. After what was most definitely an illegal U-turn by their driver and fifty frenzied calls to Lister's phone, he’d come out of hiding, all giggles.

So yes. Jimmy was more than happy to get back at him.

The interior wasn’t much better than the exterior of the building. Jimmy thought that it wouldn’t be out of place for a period drama to take place in the room he was supposed to be sleeping in.

There was an ensuite at least, but it was currently occupied by Lister, who had called dibs on the first shower. Jimmy had put up just enough of a fight for it to seem convincing before Lister disappeared behind the door and the spray of water could be heard.

With a text to Rowan to let him know, Jimmy only had to wait all of ten seconds before the bassist was tiptoeing into the room and shuffling under the bed. There was a muffled curse as he hit his head on the frame, but soon after he went quiet, and they both waited for the drummer to reappear.

As was expected, Lister was quick out. His was still dripping with water and his usual pale skin was tinted red from the scalding heat he enjoyed in the shower, but he was thankfully dressed. With a towel wrapped around his shoulders, he yawned loudly and shuffled over to the bed. He had two hands resting on the wood of the bedpost, leaning over to press a loud and exaggerated kiss to the crown of Jimmy's head.

“Bathrooms free, sweetheart—HOLY FUCK!” With a full-body jerk, Lister stumbled backwards. He was screeching incoherently, his right leg raised off the floor.

“Somethinggrabbedmesomethinggrabbedme!” He was pointing frantically under the bed. Jimmy couldn’t keep it in and keeled over laughing. He could hear Rowan laughing just as hard under the bed, and soon he was wriggling his way out. When his upper half was visible he laid on his back, arm over his flushed red face as he continued to cackle.

Jimmy could feel his breath start to catch and reminded himself to breathe in and out correctly, but the look on Listers face made it hard to do so. He looked a true mix of dumbfounded and enraged.

“You bastard!” He stomped his foot like a petulant toddler. One hand was placed on his chest, and he was breathing heavier than normal. "That's not funny, Rowan." But he couldn’t hide the slight twitch in his lips. “You're the worst. What if I'd been naked, huh?" This only served to make Rowan laugh harder.

He scooted the full way out from under the bed and flopped onto his back next to where Jimmy sat. He was starting to calm down now, a hand over his own heart like Listers had been. The blonde sighed and laid down next to him. Jimmy turned so that he was facing their faces again.

"That's what you get for the butt comment.” Jimmy poked Listers rib and earned a swat at his knee in return.

“And Peegate. Don't forget Peegate."

“Shut it, Omondi. Now spoon me as an apology.” After a few bickering comments back and forth, the tallest agreed and turned on his side to hug the drummer, who in turn held his arms out for Jimmy, who gladly accepted. They were on top of the covers still, but none of them seemed to care as they slotted together and fell asleep.

The next morning, they received their usual Poor Hotel Etiquette lecture from Cecily.

Worth it. 

[quodekash]

its 1pm and im finally well-rested enough to watch last nights episode of abaab, wish me luck (im rly excited for more threezo pls gimme more threezo) 

im eating a pomegranate while watching so my commentary may be slightly limited 

NOOO CHER WHY ARE YOU SAD ITS GONNA MAKE ME SAD 

i just accidentally sprayed pomegranate juice everywhere 

this is my first time eating a pomegranate and im sitting on my bed 

i have a towel on top of me just in case and im glad i have it 

otherwise my funky hufflepuff blanket would look like a crime scene rn 

anyway back to the show 

awh :[ 

comforting kiss 

im gonna cry 

“its not a company owner and an intern. its just you and me.” GHEIBRHGERH THATS SO PERFECT and also makes me feel better cos i was still feeling a little weird about the power imbalance/age gap so yay 

THEY HUG

NO, BC YOU WONT BREAK UP 

THIS IS THE HAPPIEST FLUFFIEST SHOW, I WILL NOT ALLOW IT 

JACK, YOU AND YOUR PERFECT HAIR, HELLO 

THREEZO 

LOOK AT ZO’S LITTLE HEART JUMPER

I WANT IT 

THE ARM THE HAND ON THE ARM LOOK AT THEM AAAAAAATYFYTUUVJ (ft jacks perfect hair on the left) 

OMG

THATS AMAZING 

IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU JACK 

GJERKDGBKRHEBGKJREBJGRE 

ah shoot 

wait hang on 

what the hell 

ive been wondering whats in that folder since day one

ohhhh okay its a groupchat 

props to that one person for saying its none of your business 

yOU HAVE ONE OF THOSE?? 

i nearly dropped my pomegranate 

why was i surprised to learn he has a mother 

a lot of people have mothers 

thats exactly what she said, isnt it? 

bc theyre actually in a drama 

its gonna cut to a scene of her saying exactly that 

damn i was wrong 

thERE’S A HUG QUOTA??? 

damn then i guess im going to jail 

my hands are covered in pomegranate juice this feels like a murder 

hey, does pomegranate juice wash off? 

MY BOY AND HIS EYEBROWS 

HAH, SUCKS TO BE YOU (checks notes) oregano? 

i do love that and that’s very sweet, but bro needs his coffee 

already at two kisses and were not even halfway through the episode. if only tinngun could live up to their standard. 

(this is mostly a joke, im just really salty because tinngun COULD have kissed SIXTY-SEVEN FREAKING TIMES and they DIDNT and no i will not shut up about this i spent way too long combing through the show counting every single time they didnt kiss to not mention it every single time any characters kiss. shameless self promo here)

no wait hang on what the hell 

WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN??? 

“drunk or not, i love you” i see now why that line was significant 

and also the slight breakup foreshadowing earlier 

i understand it now 

they wont break up tho bc (i pull out a sword) i will not allow it 

(just kidding) 

(i dont have a sword) 

(if i did have one tho i would absolutely take it out of its sheath right at that moment) 

FRIENDSHIP COMFORT TIME 

YAY FRIENDSHIP 

they make me happy 

HIS PERFECT HAIR 

I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH GFYTDFYTFCUTVJHV

oh yay we get some tub time!! i cant wait to learn more about him so that i can pick him apart and do a character autopsy on him to find out how he works! 

is he speaking from experience? tub, what do you have going on in life? what have you gone through? tell me all about it :] 📝📝

is it texas chicken or is it kfc? 

MY BOYS 

IM GONNA CRY THEYRE SO FREAKING CUTE 

ilysm three 

RIGHT????? he gets it 

THREEZOOOOOO

i love them so much

NOOOOOO

CHE??? 

something good better happen 

(eret son of eret voice) is tha’ who i fink i’ is? 

it might not be 

if anyone knows who plays this man, pls lemme know 

NOOOOOOO NOT THE GAMEBOY 

OH IT GOT WORSE 

sir do you have the technical skills for this 

i know hes the head of a game developing company thing but the actual physical insides of a gameboy are an entirely different thing, right? 

i was waiting for the thoop situation to come up again 

the MOOD that this is-

i have finished my pomegranate and can confirm that the juice does in fact come off of human skin, which is nice bc i looked like id murdered someone 

👀

and how are you gonna do that, gun? 

idk man, i reckon id appreciate you as my big bro 

yayyy that was really good, a little bitter at times but really sweet overall. 7/10, would try again 

oh and the episode was also really good 

huge lack of threezo tho 

theyd better make up for it next week 

still good tho 

bye bye everyone! have a good day!! 

[lorbanery]

Inspired by a Youtube video I just watched about an asinine Tiktok drama over a brush and my own realization in beauty school:

People with longer hair: YOU'RE PROBABLY BRUSHING YOUR HAIR WRONG

I know, it sounds ridiculous, it's such a simple action, how could most people be doing it WRONG??? But unfortunately most folks are, and I include myself and my mother in that!

Let me define a couple of terms first just to make sure we're all on the same page.

Root — The part of your hair that has most recently grown out of your scalp. When people who dye their hair say that their "roots are showing" or their "roots are growing in", that's what they're talking about; they got their hair dyed and enough time has passed that new, undyed hair has grown out enough to be visible. There's an accepted standard in the beauty industry for how much of your grown out hair counts as the root, but that's mostly important for chemical services like dyeing. For our purposes you just need to know that it's the part of the hair that's closest to the scalp.

Ends — literally the end of your hair. When you get a trim, you are trimming the ends, it's the part of your hair where the hair stops.

SO

When most people brush their hair, they start up by the roots and drag the brush down through their hair.

This is wrong.

See, when you have longer hair, you have more area for knots to develop. Think about wired earbuds. No matter how neatly you wrap them up, by the time you take them back out of your pocket or bag or drawer or whatever they're knotted up six ways to sunday. The same goes for your hair. You probably have multiple different knots all involving at least some of the same strands of hair. The only way to untie a knot, of course, is to pull the ends through, which would work if you just had one knot. The brush teeth hit the knot, push it down until the ends untwist, the knot is gone.

But with multiple knots, what happens is that the brush pushes that first knot down ... and then it hits a second knot, maybe a third, maybe a fourth. As you push down, the strands of hair pull against both or all of the knots, making them tighter, until they're all compacted together and you've essentially created a double knot or a triple or quadruple or whatever knot. Whatever it is it's infinitely harder to detangle, which leads to pain and, more often than not, tearing of the hair rather than actual detangling.

So how do we avoid this?

I know some people are shouting about only brushing wet hair or using a leave-in conditioner/detangling spray, and sure! All of those things make the hair marginally more slippery, which makes it harder for the knots to tighten up. But you can't always hop into the shower when you want to brush your hair, and not everyone can afford to keep detangling sprays/leave-in conditioners stocked, and some folks can't even use them.

No, there's a much more simple solution: Start brushing at the ends.

Take your brush as close to the ends as possible, and brush down. Then move your brush a little further up than that and brush down again. Keep doing that all the way up to your roots.

Why does this simple reversal work? Because when you start at the ends you're encountering one knot ... and detangling it. So when you move up and encounter another knot, there's an empty runway below it to allow it to untangle, etc etc and so forth.

Is it foolproof? No. You may still have some nasty knots at the ends of your hair; you may run into knots in a different section of your hair that you haven't worked on yet; you may accidentally miss a knot; etc etc. But it mitigates the issue. You are less likely to get those really bad build-up knots that you get when you start at the roots, the ones that end up with you gritting your teeth and yanking on your brush until half the knotted hair just rips itself out of the knot. And overall? Will result in much healthier hair.

At the end of the day the actual kind of brush or comb you use doesn't really matter. It might matter for the type of hair you have; it might matter for the styling you're attempting to do. But the only thing that matters in detangling your hair as easily and undamaged as possible is your technique.

[sallytwo]

Any survival tips for cadet life? 😭

Ok I'm answering this dead serious. like 100%

do not stick out. don't be the best in the group and DO NOT be the worst in the group just be there. the more you're recognized the more room you have to fuck up.

its literally just a game. like just follow the orders and act out your part yes it's impractical and stupid but IT'S A GAME!

mio enegery caffiene drops add them to your water before going to bed every night and drink it as soon as you wake up :thumbs_up: if you put 4 in its equivalent to an energy drink.

have something in your room that makes you happy idfk like i realized they don't care if i decorate my desk and just have some mementos and stuff that make me happy and i snuck in a plant and then dont care. what ever !

if you have inspections in the morning put your mattress pad on your desk its 100% easier to roll up in the morning and then you're not sleeping on the ground

find stuff outside cadet lief that you can engage with i mean like my normal irl friends stopped TALKING TO ME when i became a cadet. but you do need a connection to the outside world in whatver form that may take. or you will become a regimental zombie and go insane.

if people invite you to do stuff go out and do it. unless you are going to have a miserable time in which case take time for yourself and chill af. but there is a fine line to balance here.

LEARN THE DIFFERENCE... BETWEEN A GOOD REFRESHING NAP... AND JUST LYING IN YOUR BED IN THE DARK NOT SLEEPING... thats how you get depressed.

if its cold outside close the windows when you enter your room and open them when you leave for class/obligations. because then you air out your room and get fresh air in your room when youre gone. it makes sucha huge difference.

spraying cleaner in front of a fan will make your entire room smell nice. also.

find some fun things to do or at least some things to do that get you outside of tha company and stuff. even if its random af just do it man.

if you dont know whether or not to salute someone just do it. maybe you'll look like an idiot if its just a 3/C but if its a reggie and you DONT salute them... brother you're in big trouble !

having nice soaps or lotions or stuff is sooo nice i got these nice solid cologne and they make my day like ten percent better it makes such a difference.

loyalty comes above a lot dont be a snitch dont be a narc but know when sticking your head out for others is gonna get YOU fucked over. also dont be overly loyal to people who arent loyal back.

do not ever get involved in company drama. if it comes down to it just sit in your room all day DONT GET INVOLVED IN DRAMA WITH OTHER CADETS

when marching you shouldn't be able to see the person to your right's shoulder

dont date other cadets /srs

if you are going through a period where youre kind of miserable and depressed and dont want to be here and just want to drop out and go home DON'T CHOOSE THIS TIME TO REPLAY NIGHT IN THE WOODS. IM SERIOUS ON THIS ONE.

okay cadets for life. anon i love you. we can make this together brother.

[eunxyeong]

i want to hold you close skin pressed against me tight lie still, and close your eyes girl as i whisper in your ear i want to fucking tear you apart

where: a strip club

plot drop: it’s a lock down

who: @fallingreborn​ & eun yeong

trigger warnings: death, blood, murder, sex mentions

it was said there was a threat roaming about. hunters terrorizing the midnight underground. that’s all eun had heard about for days. that had not been stopping them for doing what they wanted to. only for the first day, maybe two days, did they actually stay in place when they didn’t need to live. but that time had come and gone. no more were they going to simply be at someone else’s whims. the last time someone made them feel like that, they died. poor them. gone leaving a vacuum in their wake.

entertaining and annoying, all at the same time. but the vampire was used to such things. used to waves of annoyance and rage constantly lapping at the back of their mind. teeth aching with the need to tear something apart. oh, it had been sometime since eun got to hold them as they died. tasted the last of their heartbeat on their tongue. nectar. ambrosia.

this was the very reason the immortal was walking the streets at night once more. paying little mind to the drama surrounding the other supernaturals. daring hunters to come sniffing for him. they did not taste the best, but their deaths were just as good. eun didn’t need to eat them to tear them apart. hearts made fabulous gifts and they could think of a few people that would be happy to have navarro hearts in that moment. not just themself.

but for the moment, they were hungry. ravenous really. and bored. hungry and bored. they wanted some fun. some levity. something to pull them from the boredom, from the restlessness crawling through their veins.

which was why they found themselves at a club. a club that showed more skin than others. the beat of the music rhythmic and ponding. eun was always a pretty one. it made others susceptible to them. even the street-smart mortals fell for them. always so fun to pull them into a web that was made just for them.

strip clubs were the descendants of the burlesque club. from the red lanterns on the outside of buildings. they were entertaining and when someone had money, people willingly fell into their lap. eun had been so good for days. even the last time they tore out a throat, it had been from someone trying to mug them. terrible choice, really. but they were nearly desperate for the taste of something other than fear. they wanted hunger, the same the reflected in their eyes and this particular club was where they were going to find it.

what eun had not expected, was catching the scent of something that was more than body spray, sweat and desperation of those around him. the smell tickled a memory. it took a short amount of time to find the source. nothing seemed too far out of the ordinary. human but the scent was unique. special. nearly made the vampire’s mouth water. ache with familiarity but for the life of them, they did not recall them. without much thought or any true plan in his mind, eun simply put theirself near the other. life clearly rushed through their veins. humming with the warmth of the sun

so eun took a seat. watched as the other’s body move like they could do it in their sleep. they felt like they knew them but could not recall their face. or their skin. maybe their screams… the mere thought of them, seemed to stir something deep in their soul…

[pjiminbloomx]

Under the table | myg

banner by @jjkeverlast <3

✦ pairing min yoongi x female reader

✦ genre drama, dating!au

✦ word count 1.9K

✦ warnings smut, bad bitch reader, embarrassing situation, thrilling situation, moaning in front of parents, blowjob, yoongi…lol (also dear reader, if you happen to not have a gag reflex, just ignore it when you read it <;3)

✦ summary Yoongi and you have been dating for a few years. One thanksgiving, he has to leave you behind for a family dinner as you were sick and had to stay home. You seek sympathy but it’s to no avail, so you get your sweet revenge.

✦ inspiration for this story saw a clip years ago from what i believe originated from Skins, and it’s been imprinted in my mind since then. idk it kind of gave me yoongi vibes when I thought about it a few days ago. Also for all yoongi stans, I hope I wrote your bias good!!!

“Do you really have to go?” You whined as Yoongi sat next to you on the bed, pulling on his shoes. 

“Y/N I’ve already answered that question a million times…” he responded with a hint of annoyance. 

“But your girlfriend is sick, you should stay home and take care of her…” you complained.

“uhm no.”

“what-” 

“Look babe, you need to stay home and relax while i’m gone. I already told my mom you were sick and couldn’t make it to the dinner. It’d be weird if you suddenly pulled up at their house, contradicting my words.”

“Then say you’re sick as well. Be sick with me, we are in love remember? Through thick and thin, you’re supposed to stay by my side.” 

“Gosh Y/N, you’re so fucking melodramatic. I don’t have the energy for this, I’m leaving.” 

“Wha- YOONGI!” You shouted as he grabbed his things and opened the front door. 

“Take a nap and some medicine, bye.” He grumbled, slamming the door after himself. 

“What’s up with him? He’s acting like he’s on his damn period,” you whispered angrily to yourself.

You threw your feet to dangle over the bed, hastily standing up. The quick motion made you dizzy and you sat yourself down at the corner of your bed for a short minute. 

After your vision cleared, you lazily walked to the kitchen to take some medicine. As you poured yourself a glass, you zoned out, reflecting back to Yoongi’s behaviour. The sudden feeling of cold water soaking your hand shook you out of your trance abruptly, making the glass slip from your hand. The glass crashed onto the white tiles, spraying water everywhere. 

After cleaning the mess, you took some pills and took a nap. About three hours later, you woke up, the dark night staring at you through your window. You felt a lot better, actually better than ever. Grabbing your phone, you texted Yoongi announcing the good news. 

❆Yoonie <3

<–  babe I feel so much better now. 

–> nice

<– when will u b home? 

–> idk

<– at least act like u care…

–> pass 

“THE AUDACITY!” You shouted in pure disbelief. 

You knew he cared but he was being so nonchalant. You scoffed as you tossed your phone on the bed. You laid down onto the soft bed, facing the ceiling, kicking your feet in frustration. Then you sat up, the perfect plan coming to you. A mischievous smile plastered onto your face… oh boy was he gonna pay. 

Yoongi sat in awkward silence as the sound of cutlery scraping plates filled the room. He was in no doubt uncomfortable. As he sat around the large table, he couldn’t help but feel bad for speaking to his girlfriend the way he did. He felt sorry, not entirely, just a little. The picture of Y/N’s pouting face suddenly flashed in his mind, a little smile making it to his face. 

“YOONGI!” 

Yoongi flinched at the sound of his name. 

“What.” 

“Your mother has something to say,” said his father. 

Yoongi looked at his mother, he stared at her as he expected another “we don’t support you” talk. To his surprise, it was quite the opposite. 

“Yoongi, after a lot of thinking, we have come to make a decision. We have realised, much too late I’m afraid, that you have so much passion and talent for music. We have decided to support you in your decision.” Yoongi’s mother expressed, a comforting smile on her face. 

Yoongi hated to cry, especially in front of his family. But there he was, wiping his tears as he cried with his head facing downwards. He had always wanted his parent’s support no matter how many times he’s tried to convince others that he didn’t care. His sniffles filled the room, the jazz beats being the only thing stopping the situation from being as awkward as it could be. 

Yoongi’s father rose from his seat, hugging his son. He felt like he had failed as a father. But when you came to visit them secretly a few weeks before, you made them realise how much it hurt him and how he longed to make them proud. Yoongi’s parents decided to push their pride aside and felt it was time to accept the fact that Yoongi wasn’t ever going to change his mind. 

“I’m proud of you son, I really am.” His father praised, caressing Yoongi’s face.

“My god, enough crying! Let’s set up the bonfire!” said Yoongi’s mother while wiping her remaining tears. 

As the guests walked out into the kitchen, bathroom, backyard; Yoongi remained seated, in attempt to collect himself. 

He suddenly felt a presence and he widened his eyes at the sight of you standing by the door, dressed in only sweatpants and a tight white see-through crop top. You looked hot and Yoongi couldn’t help but trail his gaze up and down your body. 

“what are you doing here!” he whisper-shouted. 

“You were rude, so I’m here to give pay back.” You answered teasingly. 

“Y/N i don’t have time for your games, leave before my parents see you!” 

“no.”

Yoongi sighed with irritation. He panicked at the sound of the guests coming back. He looked back to see his mother smiling at him. 

“Gerard*, will call us when the fire is ready” she said. 

Yoongi looked back at where you stood before, only to see nothing. You had disappeared. Yoongi sighed in relief and smiled at his mother.

Yoongi listened to his family talk to each other, occasionally throwing in a comment and laughing along with a joke. Yoongi was relaxed and happy, though he suddenly felt hands unbuckling his belt. He flinched in surprise as the cold hands traced along his lower abdomen. Everyone turned to look at him, his sudden reaction had everyone confused. 

“Everything okay?” asked his mother. 

“Yeah mom, just feeling a little chilly.” He answered, trying to save his ass. 

“It’s 31 degrees C sweetheart,” his mother commented.

His mother gave it no further thought and everyone resumed to talking. Yoongi knew you were under the table, and he knew you had the upper hand. He was fucked. 

(*Gerard- their butler)

You did your best to hold yourself back from laughing. You were so evil and you loved it. Luckily for you, the table was wide enough to sit comfortably and for you not to worry about touching someone else. It was also draped over so no one would be able to see you.

You waited for Yoongi to actually believe that you’d stop before you traced your fingers along his belt. Yoongi flinched, unintentionally clashing all the cutlery, the whole table’s attention turning to him. He this time managed to save his ass, and lifted his leg as to kick you.

He kicked you square in the face and you did your best not to squeal out of pain. Blood trickled down your lips and into your hands as you cupped your nose, gritting your teeth. You were so mad that you didn’t think straight. Your intention was just to joke around but now you were gonna suck the fuck out of that little shit. 

You took your hand out from under, tapping Yoongi. He must’ve seen the blood on your hand and he instantly gave you tissue paper. He apologises, his apology disguised in a cough. You snicker, at his lame attempt. 

Deciding to stuff little bits of paper into your bleeding nostril, you let out a controlled calm sigh. You checked around, as to make sure you weren’t too close to other people’s legs. After making yourself comfortable, you reach for Yoongi’s pants again, this time fully opening his belt and unzipping his pants. As you massaged his soft crotch, feeling him through his clothes, you felt his shaft stiffen under your grasp. Perfect. You had him right where you wanted him. 

Pulling his erection out of his pants, you gave it a light lick, watching Yoongi’s body language. Man-spreading and adjusting himself to make his cock more

accessible to you, you sank between his legs, lips parting around his cock, taking him into your mouth. Yoongi struggled not to moan. 

He squirmed in his seat, his lip between his teeth. 

“Yoongi, are you sure you’re okay?” asked his mother once again. 

He hummed yes, a hum that sounded more like a moan. Clearing his throat, he spoke up, reassuring her that he was alright. Your hand cupped his balls, massaging them as you took his cock in, it hitting the back of your throat. You kept going, his length sliding in and out of your mouth. 

Yoongi banged his fists on the table, making everyone jolt. Again… 

“I j-just wanted tO eXpreSs hoW hApPy I am…” *coughs* “I… errr… yeah thank you mom and dad…” He stupidly says. You tried your best not to laugh, I mean it wasn’t that hard considering his cock was resting in your mouth. 

Continuing to suck him off, you used your lips and hands. The squelching from your spit and the friction was quite audible but the jazz beats in the background and the crowded talking blurred it out. Focusing on the tip, you swirled your tongue receiving an earnest moan from the man. 

“Yoongi seriously! What is up with you?!” His mom asked irritated. 

This was your chance to really torture him. Shoving his girth so far down you could, you bobbed your head, occasionally sputtering. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried not to gag. The length of his shaft was definitely something you still weren’t quite used to. 

“Ah fuck-” he cursed. 

“Excuse me?” His mom questioned, getting more and more irritated. 

“M-mom I, l-love you?” he blurted, not even thinking. 

His mom’s expression completely changed as she said that she loved him too. Yoongi’s breath quickened, he had to cover his mouth from moaning your name, no moaning in general. 

“Alright everyone, the fire is ready! Grab your marshmallows! Yoongi baby are you joining us?” his mother announced and then questioned. 

“I’ll be there sh-shortly!” he answered, beads of sweat covering his forehead and neck. 

You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, you fucked your cheek onto his tip until he spilled himself into your mouth. Swallowing it all up, he pulled his chair back, lifting the drape. 

“what the fuck-” Yoongi began but halted. 

He was cut off by the sight in front of him, your hair was messy as a mix of saliva and cum ran down your chin. He sighed as he pulled his dick in his pants, “fucking hell Y/N.” 

“That should teach you not to mess with me Min Yoongi.” you stated teasingly but firmly. 

“Alright I’m sorry for this morning, I was grumpy because I had to go, alone at that. Sorry for the nose bleed as well.”

“It’s okay baby, just tell me next time, yes?” 

Yoongi nodded, giving you a long lasting peck on the lips. 

“My parents finally support my decision…”

Your heart skipped a beat. What you’d told them, was taken seriously. Though Yoongi didn’t need to know. This was his happiness. 

“aww baby I’m so happy for you,” you say as you step out from under the table, giving him a hug. 

“Y/N, no matter how hot this was or how hard I came, please don’t do this again.” You laughed at his comment but nodded. 

“YOONGI ARE YOU COMING?!” the loud voice boomed from the yard. 

“Oh well I gotta go, see u at home.I love you.” Yoongi said kissing you. You headed towards the door, getting ready to leave.

 “I love you too. Though I’ll be waiting for you…..naked.” 

“Intriguing. Can’t wait.” You chuckle.

“ohh you dirty boy.”

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reposted <3

[callmeoops]

Light in the Dark - Chapter Twenty-One

Warnings: Merle Dixon, Dixon Potty Mouth, 

Glenn was a sweetheart. He held her hand and rubbed it and squeezed it while she cried. He didn’t ask her what happened. He didn’t pry or push. She appreciated that. If she talked about it she swore she was going to puke.

Instead, he came up with a plan. A man of action.

They each held a walker bone, waiting next to the door for Merle and his buddy to come through. Soon enough, the door was yanked open and Olivia shoved the little bone into the other man’s throat. She watched the light fade from his eyes before yanking it back out and taking his gun.

The gun shook as Olivia pointed it at Merle. It wouldn’t matter, just the spray of bullets would be enough to kill him. But they could also be enough to kill Glenn…. “Let him go!” She tried to sound more confident out loud.

He looked up, slowly removing the knife from Glenn’s throat. “Okay, okay. Damn, Peach. Calm those free titties of yours.”

She could’ve pulled the fucking trigger right then and there. If she hadn’t heard the click of another gun behind her.

“Drop it, sweet cheeks.”

Fuck.

They had Glenn and Olivia on their knees shortly after. Two men stood guard while Merle circled around them, just watching. Olivia was trembling, fully crying now without shame. She was going to die.

She was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it.

This was the ultimate price to pay for a lifetime of safety for her brothers. She just hoped that this was what that meant. Or maybe…maybe they were already gone. Maybe God didn’t see a need for her down on this rock when all her brothers were up there.

Or maybe this was now the price to pay for Daryl’s safety. Olivia would be happy to make that trade any day.

She hoped he wouldn’t close himself off again. She hoped he’d seek the comfort of his family when trying to process his grief. She hoped he could move on, find a great girl to settle down with and make little protector duck necklaces for.

But above all, she hoped he could be happy.

Olivia looked at Glenn, “Tell Daryl I love him. I-if I don’t make it-“

“No.” Glenn took her hand. “We go together. I’ll wait for you on the other side. We’ll wait for them together.”

She nodded, Glenn’s injured face blurring before being taken away completely as a bag was shoved over her head.

Another man grabbed her arm. “On your feet! Let’s go! Move!”

She tried to be calm. Air slowly flowed in and out of her nose while she breathed deeply. There was no way she could change the future. She just had to accept it.

Her thoughts went back to her perfect world. In that world, maybe they’d just gotten back from teaching her brothers how to shoot. Maybe they were settled into the house with homemade strawberry milkshakes and a comedy movie, their family favorite so they could laugh and forget about the drama for just a little bit.

She’d sit on the couch with Daryl’s arm around her. Travis would lay his head in her lap in the silent affection she’d always gotten from him. Cody would talk through the whole movie, as per usual, forcing them to rewind and rewatch parts he thought were particularly hilarious. Thomas would fall asleep nestled into the corner of the couch, stealing all the blankets from whoever he shared with.

The house would smell like summer; earthy and fresh and warm. But of course, her proximity to Daryl would mix the dirt and bark from the woods and cigarettes into that smell.

His body would be warm against hers. He ran warm by nature, acting as a wonderfully cozy heater. The comfort he provided to her soul, coupled with the dim lights and his warm embrace would be heavenly. She just had to wait for it on the other side.

A loud bang when off in front of her. She would’ve thought it was Glenn being murdered, but the man who held her yanked her from the straight line they’d been walking in.

Hissing filled the air along with some chemical taste. Were they poisoning her instead?

Her captor left her, and she yanked off the bag on her head. Smoke. Smoke grenade. She coughed on it, her lungs aching as they filled with it. Who the hell was gassing them?

Olivia crouched low, remembering from her fire safety training in kindergarten that smoke rose. Once she could see a little better she looked for Glenn’s form. He was being led away by someone. Her eyesight was blurry that far from the smoke and her tears.

Then someone reached out for her as well. Was that…Oscar? The prisoner? She blinked a few times, letting herself be led away. As Oscar rounded the corner with her she saw Rick and her heart stopped. They’d come.

“Rick.” She breathed, reaching for him. He gave her what he could of a smile, patting her arm so she kept going with Oscar.

A little piece of her home found its way around her shoulders, being joined by the rest as he started guiding her, “I got ya. I got ya, baby. Yer safe. Ain’t gunna let nothin’ happen to ya.”

They ran in a tight pack out of the building and down the street. She hadn’t gotten a look at where she was on the way in. The place looked like a nice little town. Buildings were intact, no litter or signs of looting to be seen…too bad it wasn’t as nice as it looked.

“Inside, quick!” Rick hissed, opening the door to one of the buildings and ushering everyone in.

Glenn collapsed to the floor as quickly as he could, clutching his side and wheezing. Olivia fell to her knees beside him while Daryl took a quick second to scope out the room.

“Rick, how did you find us?” She asked, looking up at him. Her palms wiped away her tears before focusing on Glenn.

“How bad are you hurt?” He countered. The question was clearly directed at Glenn.

“Not bad. I’ll be fine.”

Daryl came back to her, falling on his knees next to her. He pulled her in and refused to let go, cradling her head. She couldn’t tell if that was him shaking or her or both. His lips implanted themselves on the top of her head over and over before moving to the side of her face and finally settling on her lips.

She realized it was him shaking when his fingers trembled against the side of her cheek. His critical blue eyes scanned her face intently, while his thumb was brushing against the side that man had slammed into the table.

“Daryl.” Glenn coughed out. He waited until Daryl made eye contact to continue. “Daryl. S-she won’t say it, so I will. It was Merle. He took us. He beat me. H-he helped that guy, the governor, hurt Olivia.”

The Governor? That was the Governor? Sick.

Olivia cried harder, tightening her grip on Daryl. She didn’t want him to leave. She didn’t want him to be mad at her and leave. As much as she was trying to be strong, she needed him.

Daryl didn’t move.

Glenn held his breath, waiting for Daryl to say something, anything. His face was blank though, void of all emotion. He’d stopped shaking against Olivia’s skin.

Rage came all at once.

He shot up like a bullet out of a chamber, ripping away from Olivia to head straight for the door with an animalistic growl. “I’ll kill the son of a bitch!”

Rick and Oscar grabbed him by the arms, trying to talk him down. If they were found out they were fucked.

“Stop! Look at me!” Rick grabbed his shoulder, “Stop! We need to get her out of here. This is not the time for some revenge mission. She needs you, Daryl. She needs you now!”

Daryl glanced over at her. Glenn had resumed Daryl’s position for Olivia, holding her while she cried. He looked back at Rick and nodded reluctantly. “Yeah, yeah.”

At Rick’s count they threw smoke grenades into the streets, using it as cover. Daryl kept himself between Olivia and the wall, firing at the guards. To matters more difficult, it was impossible to see how many were shooting at them though the smoke. Olivia guessed at least seven to ten, just based on how many were firing and the shadows she could see. She was trying to be more bullet-conservative since she only had a pistol. If she knew she could hit a shot she fired. Still, bullets went quick.

They holed up quick in the break of a building to protect themselves from return fire while they reloaded.  

“We gotta go before the smoke clears.” Olivia breathed while Daryl dug around in their bag.

“I’m gunna lay down some cover fire-“

“Don’t you dare.” Olivia seethed. They just came back together. They just got each other back. Now he was going to leave? No. The group could think of a new plan.

He glanced up at her, reloading, “Too hairy. I’ll be right behind you. Gotta make sure ya get out, okay?”

She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut.

Daryl stood, pressing his face against hers, “’Member what I told ya? I’ll always find ya, Sunshine. Promise I’ll be right behind ya.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, long and scared and sickeningly final. Then he threw out more smoke.

She stuck with Glenn and Oscar, trying to use the benches as cover as they made their way to the wall. At this point she couldn’t tell who the hell she was firing at or if she was firing at anyone. The smoke made it impossible to see so she only had her ears to go off of.

Oscar helped Glenn up onto the bus near the wall so he could climb over. As he went down for Olivia, he was struck in the chest.

“No!” She screamed. Her eyes scanned his body, seeing but not wanting to believe. He’d been shot in the heart area. “No! Rick! Daryl!” She looked for the two men in her life who could fix anything. They’d know what to do. They had to.

Rick found her first, grabbing at her hands, “He’s gone. Olivia, he’s gone. We gotta move! Daryl!”

He laced his fingers together so she could stand on them and climb up on the bus hood. Once she was on top he hoisted himself up.

“Where’s Daryl? Daryl!” Olivia she yelled. They couldn’t leave! Not without him. He promised her. He promised he’d stay close!

Rick pushed forward, dragging Olivia with out towards the train beside town. She had started to yell at him, to demand to know where the hell he thought he was going without Daryl, but he covered her mouth to keep her silent.

Daryl was kicking himself mentally and struggling physically. He’d let the group get away from him, too busy trying to keep them from getting shot. Too busy trying to keep her from getting shot. She’d been through too much already.

His laser focus on the enemy in front of him made him miss the ones behind him, causing him to be captured. At least it was him instead of Olivia. He could live with this if it wasn’t her.

“This…is one of the terrorists.” Someone close to him shouted. He got pushed forward, then pulled back.

His shook his hair out of his face the bag was removed from his head, only to have his eyes land on the motherfucker himself.

Maybe it was his lucky day.

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“Daryl! Daryl stop!” Olivia shouted, trying to help Rick pull Daryl off of Merle. Really Rick was probably better equipped for such a task, but Olivia was giving it her all.

Merle wasn’t looking so hot, blood dribbling down his face from where Daryl had smacked him with the crossbow earlier in the fight. But the older man’s spirits were still high.

Olivia and Rick stood between the two brothers while Michonne, Maggie, and Glenn watched.

“Daryl.” Rick had to be a bit more handsy with Daryl than Olivia did with Merle. “Stop!”

“I’ll stop. Stop when his damn face looks like hers!” He gestured towards Olivia, rage burning bright.

“Hey!” Merle shouted back, “I didn’t have nothin’ ta do with tha’.” Daryl shifted his arm a few feet back, so he was aiming at Glenn.

“Aright, that I did do.”

Olivia sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, “Oh my God.”

“Look, as lovely as this catch-up session has been, we need to get a move on and figure out a game plan.” Maggie interrupted, “The governor is probably already on his way to the prison. We have to get back.”

Daryl took a shaky breath and nodded. He was satisfied with the few hits he got in. The danger looming over the prison was more important the another second wasted on the man in front of him (who wasn’t Rick). “She’s righ’. Le’s load up.”

Merle started to follow the group, but Daryl stopped him. “Nah, not you.”

He scoffed, looking around at his little brother’s group to see if there was something he was missing. “’scuse you?”

“Ya ain’t comin’.” Daryl repeated louder. His eyes were firm, no hint of a joke or prank behind them.

“Daryl,” Olivia’s soft voice cut the heavy tension in the air. Daryl took his eyes off of Merle to look at her, landing on the heavily bruised side of her face. “We can’t leave him here.” “Are you serious?” Glenn interjected, “He kidnapped us! He beat me!”

Olivia realized all of that. She had been there. She knew what happened. But apparently her conscious was awake. “I know…. He needs stitches on his head. We’re going to stitch up the girl. We can give Merle the same courtesy.”

“She didn’t kidnap us, Olivia.” Glenn seethed. “Look at my face! Look at your face! None of this would’ve happened if it hadn’t been for him.”

Olivia ignored Glenn. She didn’t expect him to understand. Instead, she tried to reason with the one person who could help her. “Daryl, he’s your brother. We can at least do this.”

Daryl thought for a long minute and Olivia hoped that he would come around. He didn’t. He shook his head, “Nah. No brother a mine’d do that shit to you. Le’s go.”

He turned around to walk back to the car, but her voice stopped him again. It was softer than he’d ever heard it, almost as if it were broken and stuck in her throat. “Please, Daryl.”

Daryl didn’t know what to say. Olivia usually never pushed hard for things in the group. She was such a ‘go-with-the-flow’ kind of girl. So why, then, was she pushing so hard for this? His brother kidnapped her. He did awful things to Glenn and allowed awful things to happen to her. Daryl was pissed at him and Merle hadn’t even had the things done to him. How could she stand to look at Merle, let alone bring him back to camp?

He scoffed, throwing his hands up, “Whatever. Do whatever the fuck ya want with ‘im. I’m done with ‘im.” Daryl stalked off towards the car.

Olivia looked back at Merle, giving him a nod. Then she followed.

“You wanna explain to me what this is about?” Rick asked, pulling her aside while Daryl and Maggie moved the supplies from the back. There wasn’t enough seats in the car, so they had to do some rearranging. Glenn had been spitting mad, stating that the lack of seats meant that Merle had to be left behind. He ended up in the very front seat, refusing to help.

Olivia sighed, looking over her shoulder at Merle. “I’m not saying what he did was right. I know it wasn’t. I’m upset about it too. I am saying that not everything that happened is his fault. He wanted to know where Daryl was, and Glenn wouldn’t tell him. This was before we even made it to Woodbury. Again, I’m not saying this was the right way to about trying to find Daryl, but…” She took another breath, kicking at the leaves on the ground, “I understand. I have three little brothers that I took care of. I raised them. If I was in Merle’s position…I think I’d do some pretty questionable things too.”

Rick let out a breath. He wiped his face and nodded. “Okay. We’ll stitch him up, make sure he’s ok on his own. But then he’s gone. Understood?”

Olivia nodded. “Thank you.”

The car ride was awkward. And that was drastically understating it.

Olivia rode in the trunk with Merle, seeing as she was the only one who could really stand to be that close to him. It was a tight fit, but not unbearable. For once, she was glad she was so small.

Merle keep looking at her the entire ride back, almost as if she was puzzle he was trying to figure out. Maybe he was questioning why she brought him back too.

It was just stitches for a bleeding head. She wasn’t asking them to be friendly. Hell, she wasn’t sure that she would be friendly. All she knew is that she understood his purpose. She didn’t agree with his methods; they were overly violent and cruel. But as a fellow older sibling with a younger one who depended on you due to unfortunate family circumstances, she understood his sentiment.

That wasn’t what Merle was thinking about though. Instead, Daryl’s words echoed in his head, stuck on a repeat loop. “I’m done with ‘im.”

Daryl had never stood up to Merle. He always went with what Merle said. Sometimes he pushed back, like when they first found Olivia and Merle was trying to take her kill. But he never argued about much and when he did it was over stupid stuff, not big decisions. And sure as hell not over leaving Merle.

But Daryl was there, in those woods, advocating for the group to abandon his older brother. Daryl was going to leave Merle behind, never to be seen again. And Daryl appeared to give no fucks about it.

Merle had crossed a line. Merle had crossed a line he hadn’t known existed. But still, he crossed the line. Daryl had put up with a lot of Merle’s shit over the years, been through hell, all while having Merle’s back. But not anymore. Because now, Merle had pushed Daryl too far.

For the very first time, Daryl walked away, and Merle wasn’t sure he was ever coming back. For the very first time, Merle Dixon was scared to the core.

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Daryl helped Olivia out of the car when they arrived back at the prison. Carol ran up behind him and gave the girl a tight hug as soon as she could. As she pulled back, her hand went to her mouth when she looked at the side of Olivia’s face. Olivia herself hadn’t seen it yet, but apparently it wasn’t pretty.

Carol looked between Daryl and Olivia when her eyes fell on Merle. She said nothing but was clearly confused. Instead, she commented to the pair, “It’s good to have you back safe.”

Daryl put his arm around Olivia, pulling her forward, “Come on. Le’s get ya cleaned up.”

Merle nodded in greeting to Carol before following the supposed couple. He’d gotten no confirmation that his little brother and little Peach were an item, but seeing Daryl flip his shit earlier was enough for Merle to put two and two together. It made more sense as to how Merle had crossed the line.

As they crossed the courtyard, Olivia glanced back to talk to Merle, “I’ll wash your shirt tonight and get it back to you before you leave. Thank you, by the way.”

Merle shrugged, “Don’t worry yer pretty head about it, Peach. Plenty more out in the world.”

“Why you wearin’ his shirt?” Daryl asked, finally noticing that Olivia wasn’t, in fact, wearing the same shirt she’d left in. She had the loose garment buttoned all the way up and tucked in a little due to how baggy it was on her.

She gave Daryl a weak smile, trying to find the words. It wasn’t that she was trying to keep secrets from him. She just really didn’t want to talk about it where they were now.

Thankfully, Merle stepped in, “She fought a hard battle yesterday, little brother. Le’s leave it at for now.”

Daryl didn’t look like he wanted to leave it at that for now, but seeing the pain etched into Olivia’s face made him agree.

He brought her right to Hershel to be examined, even though Olivia said that she was fine. Despite her face injury, she was pretty certain that literally everyone had it worse than she did. Aside from reliving some mental trauma, she made out pretty ok.

Hershel agreed, “You’ll have some bruising and some soreness for a few days, but thankfully that’s the extent of your injuries.” He turned to Merle, “I hear you’re in need of some stitches though.”

Merle shrugged, taking a seat on the bed next to Olivia, “Minor scuffle, doc. Pop three of ‘em in there and I’ll be right as rain.”

Daryl didn’t say anything, but it’d take a hell of a lot more than three damn stitches to make that guy ‘right as rain.’

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[thetruthaboutnolan]

HOW HAS IT BEEN RECENTLY?

Smooth sailing, nice and quiet again. That’s probably from the Bitch Be Gone spray haha. Some still occasionally try to start a convo by laughing at the crazy fans I got as a not so subtle way of bringing them up as a conversation though. But the general consensus is that they are just drama llamas, obsessed with me, and at this point just laughable at how bitter they are that life has been great to me and not them.

It’s fun seeing but not as fun as the time I have in the groups I made and run and those I staff on. Joined a couple of others to where my posting is laxed. Had a few questions on there since I did use the Nolan alias but they just felt sorry that I had some stalker still.

WHY ARE THEY SO OBSESSED STILL AMOST A DECADE LATER?

Because they have no life outside of thinking of me? I had a recent conversation with several people about things like this and how some people just get an almost sex like high over assholes to other people. It ranges from their own lives being shitty, having no purpose in life, or just being too stressed from having to live that they get a thrill out of making up drama, bullying others, and stressing others out online. It helps with how easy it is to keep yourself hidden, pretend to be someone else, spread make up stories enough that people subconscious register things as ‘fact’ since they heard it so many times.

In my own experience, I just happened to piss off one person who had an over inflated sense of self worth and ego. A narcissist who believed they were too good for anyone to dare not like and worse, openly show they didn’t like this person. So their need to get a thrill out of being a bully, a stalker, and their narcissistic patterns had forced them to DARVO me while making sure that if this one person who was so important in the rpc hated me then everyone else had to as well.

It’s also irony that this person would then later delete everything and instruct people to stop harassing and talking about me and their issue with me then leave the rpc. It also is extremely telling that everyone else has also given up on it. Everyone that Raven questioned 10 years ago has since admitted that they either start up lied about what they told Raven or blamed things going on in their groups on me because it was just easier than admitting they had fights with other people.

It’s not just people I never interacted with or friends of a friend of the person who admitted they made up their story that seem to wanna keep stalking me.

Was I the perfect gentleman who never did anything? Nah. I would post and continue to be part of communities back then thinking there were no issues if no one said anything. How was I meant to know that sending someone an ask asking them if they saw my post and were planning to reply was a bad thing when they messaged me how sorry they were for not doing so yet and would do that in the hour? Or that how I posted making my own character move around in posts was being a friend who never said anything feel like he was being power played because he felt he had to react to everything I made my character do instead of plan out their own post their own way? Especially when they would tell me they loved my posts and would post within minutes all day with me?

But as long as no one said anything negative, I always just assumed things were good. And to be honest, I didn’t give a shit and fully made myself believe that as long as no one came to me about anything or said anything publicly then everything was fine. If they did, we talked and I did everything I could til they said they were good again and went back to my delulu thinking it’s all fine. And if something like what happened on WOTNA went down where they suddenly turned hostile and were coming at me, I swung back and hit them harder than they hit me. It’s been TEN YEARS now I’ve learned not to just think everything is great just because people laugh and smile and talk with me like we’re best friends. I’ve learned a lot of people keep things in because they think someone will go off on them if they say anything. That I have to take this possibility into consideration and check in with people more and more.

Growth and making sure everyone is happy and good is something that happens in life. While the latter may be a goal we will never truly achieve, I just always believed back then that as long as no one said anything they were happy. Growth is hard and at times confusing but some of us can do it. I have, but it seems my fans are still in that immature mindset of thinking bullying and harassing someone is fun and good to do as long as that person is ‘the bad guy’ in their eyes. They haven’t matured or grown but dived deeper in their insecurities and immature child like way of thinking. It’s sad and they really need to talk to someone about it.

As for those that made up rather insane stories about me….. I dunno never knew these people existed or just didn’t care about them as I never knew them or interacted in any way. Get some help? Or at least try to get better? I know a lot of you guys are eternal victims of multiple people and/or are the types that get a thrill out of being bullies and then play victim so everyone gives you internet hugs. Poor creatures. When you have to make yourself known as a victim just to get the satisfaction that Internet strangers feel sorry for you…. Well, there something wrong with you mentally and you really need to talk to someone or just move on from the internet. Especially those of you who are parents, why do internet strangers matter to you at all?

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Eternal Love - Episode 24

I’m super tempted by another Chinese drama right now, but I promised that I would go back to one of the series I started already, since they are so many that I need to complete. As a completionist, I can’t let my blog be in this state. So I figured I would go back to this one, since I love it so much. Also... There’s Yang Mi and Zhao Youting. Can we go wrong with those two? I don’t think so. Plus, for every two episodes of Eternal Love, I will allow myself to watch something new! That is not Apple of my Eye, I will keep with this one, but it’s going to be my layover watch I think, because the format of the episodes is just perfect for that. I can’t remember where we left last time, so bear with and let’s just marvel once again at the beautiful opening of this drama, if it is ever possible to get tired of it.

Oh... I thought I was out of the human life cycle, but it has not ended yet and it’s the most painful part too... Haha, I chose well, I chose well. Gosh. So Sujin being the nasty woman that she is pays a visit to Susu in her palace to brag about how good Susu’s eyes are and how Yehua stayed by her side while she was healing (which is wrong, since he was taking the lightning punishment instead of Susu who wouldn’t be able to endure it as a human). Once she’s sprayed her venom, she leaves. Feng Jiu is mad at her, so in her fox form, she bites Sujin. In turn she throws the fox to the wall, thus injuring it badly. She wants to beat it up, however Donghua comes around to claim his fox. The queen of lying gets mixed up in her lies and she’s lucky that Donghua is indifferent to most things because he doesn’t investigate further, even though he knows Sujin did some shitty thing. Donghua is really somehow useless. Anyways. He tells her to stay away from the people in his palace and from his fox. Also I forgot how old is this. The CGI really isn’t what it is now. It shows so much that the fox is computer generated. No one grabs it or pets it at the right places. It’s not even funny.

Ye Hua is going to inherit the throne in a month from then or so. Everybody’s happy. However, when he goes to tell Susu the news, she’s rather distant and pretends that she’s sleepy so he would leave. I mean, I would feel uneasy too if the man I loved took my eyes to give it to the one who pretends to be his childhood lover, you know. I think Susu should trust a little more Yehua, but Yehua definitely should trust a little more Susu and let her know what’s going on. Like, if he told her a little more, things wouldn’t have gone that bad, if you know what I mean.

Li Jing pays a visit to his brother and reveals to him that they are vessels for his father’s powers, were he to come back he would try to kill them three, even though they are his children. So that’s why he’ll keep Li Yuan imprisoned and won’t let him die, ever. Yanzhi wants to leave to the mortal realm. At first, Li Jing won’t let her, but she gains cause and he agrees to let her go. If I remember properly, Xuan Nü told her that her older brother is imprisoned and not dead... That sounds like another betrayal. He still loathes his wife and only wishes for Si Yin.

Everybody’s invited to the ceremony, even Li Jing who inquires about Susu, because he feels bad for that incident (remember, his mount set up fire to her palace, by accident). Sujin is praised for how she reacted to that question, when she was harmed by Susu (lies). While Yehua is facing his lightning shots, Nainai rushes in to tell Susu that Sujin has been appointed to marry Yehua after the ceremony. Then Susu is starting to have contractions. Meanwhile, Xuan Nü is also in labor, but she’s early. The doctor says she should give up the baby, but she won’t and threatens to have him killed if he doesn’t deliver the baby alive. Yehua needs to undergo is punishment, so more lightning for him. Susu doesn’t want Nainai to go get Yehua. All in all, it’s a big mess.

And that’s it for episode 24! I forgot how good is the music in this drama, it suits so well everything that is happening. Some parts didn’t age that well, but the soundtrack is still as great.

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part twenty-three - fever dream

blue moon 🌙 - MM19xreader, smau, crack comedy, fluff, angst and smut

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warnings: explicit sex (don’t read the written part if you’re under 18 please!!), oral sex (m receiving), thigh-riding, nipple play, pet names, dirty talk, degradation and praise, choking, exhibitionism, I think that’s it but pls let me know if I missed anything!!

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‘Seasick?’ Mason’s voice comes from the door, startling me. I look up at him from where I’m lying on one of the sofas, his hair still slightly damp and his grey shorts not sticking to him anymore. Thank God. I might have asked him to fuck me here and now if they were.

‘No, I’m good. I just needed a rest. The sun tires me out,’ I reply with a small smile, and he joins me on the sofa, lifting my head so he can sit, before resting my head on his lap. ‘You’re a brown girl. You’re literally made for the sun.’ ‘Yeah, but I grew up in the UK. I’m used to rain and gloom now,’ I say drily, and he lets out a soft laugh, stroking my hair.

‘Can’t believe you posted that on Instagram,’ he says amusedly, and I grin up at him. ‘It was a very good picture – you deserved to be hyped up. And, anyway, we have to tell our friends at some point about us sleeping together. If they see me posting things like that, it’ll be less of a shock when we tell them. And I’d do anything to make it less of a drama because you know what they’ll be like,’ I say drily, and he chuckles.

‘They’ll never shut up about it. But, to be fair, I’d be surprised if none of them were suspecting it already. With how we’ve been behaving in front of them,’ he says, and I nod in agreement. I’m not quite sure what’s happened to me (maybe it’s the heart-to-heart we had last night) but I’ve been so mushy over him today. I’m trying to be disgusted with myself, but I can’t be. I’m too… happy.

We laid in bed and watched the sunrise this morning, and then I did my makeup, Mason still lying in bed to watch me. I don’t think I’ve ever been asked so many questions in the space of half an hour.

‘Why are you putting green stuff on your face?.’ ‘It’s colour corrector, Mason. Makes your skin tone look even.’

‘Why are you putting that yellow stuff on?’ ‘It’s called banana powder. Mason, don’t eat it!’ ‘…This doesn’t taste like bananas.’

‘What the hell is this? Looks like a torture device.’ ‘It’s an eyelash curler. Can I curl your eyelashes?’ ‘…Seriously?’ ‘Please, Mase.’ ‘Fine.’ ‘Stop moving. Mason, stop fidgeting! You’re gonna end up ripping your eyelashes out!’

‘Wow. How did you do your eyeliner so straight?’ ‘I’m good with my hands.’ ‘Yeah, I am too – you can vouch for that – but it’d be going into your eyebrow if I tried it.’

‘Why are you spraying water on your face? Won’t that just ruin it?’ ‘It’s setting spray. Keeps the makeup set on my face.’ ‘Well, it’s not like your makeup’s gonna melt off, is it?’ ‘No, but like… it helps if my face gets wet or sweaty. It doesn’t budge after you’ve put setting spray on.’ ‘Really? How do you wash it off at the end of the day then?’ ‘…With face wash, Mason.’

Once I was finished with my makeup, we got ready to leave for our yacht day! It’s been so much fun – sunbathing, swimming, eating boujee food and drinking expensive alcohol that doesn’t even taste that good. I’ve been in the best mood all day, meaning that I’ve let Mason do whatever he wants.

As the day’s gone on, he’s gotten more and more touchy-feely – holding my hand, cuddling me, light touches on my waist and back. I’ve seen the others noticing, exchanging glances, but it’s obvious none of them want to say anything, worried we’ll go back to our arguing.

‘What if one of them asks today? Will you tell them?’ he asks, and I shake my head. ‘I don’t wanna take the attention off Steph. We’ll wait ‘til we get back,’ I say firmly. ‘What if someone walks in on us right now?’ ‘They’re all still swimming, aren’t they?’ ‘Yeah, but they’re not gonna stay in the water all day. Any one of them could walk in at any second, and see us like this.’

‘Like what? We’re just lying here innocently. We could be doing much worse for someone to walk in on,’ I say with a small grin, and he tilts his head, smirk playing at his lips. ‘Like what, babe?’ ‘…I could be sucking your dick. Probably the most likely option, considering how I was feeling a little while ago, when your shorts were all wet,’ I whisper, sitting up before throwing one leg over him, settling myself into his lap and snaking my arms around to the back of his neck.

‘You dirty little perv,’ he grins, and I raise a sceptical eyebrow. ‘Don’t act like you didn’t wear grey on purpose,’ I reply with a small smile, and his grin grows even more, giving him away. ‘I knew it. You’re the dirty one.’ ‘Maybe I am. Maybe I wanted you to suck me off on a yacht in Santorini when any of our friends could walk in,’ he murmurs, brushing my hair back from my face softly, and I feel my stomach turning. ‘Maybe I will then,’ I respond, and his eyes darken as he leans forward and presses his lips to mine.

‘You look so good in this bikini, babe,’ he says against my lips, hands pressing into my waist as I slide my hands up his shoulders and down his back, feeling his strong muscles beneath my fingers. He parts my lips with his, tongue sliding across mine, my stomach turning as I let out a whimper, his lips quirking up with amusement. I tangle my hands into his hair, his slightly-wet locks making my fingers damp, and I tug on it gently, a groan escaping his lips.

He slowly gets more and more worked up, his hands pressing into me as they move up and down my body, and he slowly rocks me on his lap, the feeling of his bulge pressing against my clothed core making me let out a soft moan, which only makes him press me down onto him even harder.

The faint scent of salt-water on our skin floods my senses, the taste of him on my tongue and the feeling of his hands on mine making me wetter and wetter by the moment. I pull his lower lip between my teeth before running my tongue over it and he lets out a slightly louder groan, the sound heavenly to my ears. I melt against him, body tingling with pleasure at the feeling of his stubble lightly scratching against my face.

I break apart from him after a moment, climbing off him and watching as he leans back, legs spread and strong thighs on show. I drop to my knees between his legs, a lazy grin on his face as he watches me get into a comfortable position. He’s already hard, the tent in his swimming shorts giving him away, so I don’t waste much time, hands instantly coming to his waistband.

He lifts himself up so I can pull his shorts down, the sight of his dick making my mouth water. He looks just as big as he feels inside me, and he’s got the nicest-looking cock I’ve ever seen, which is an achievement, because they don’t generally tend to look that nice.

A smirk plays at his lips as I lean forward with my tongue poking out from between my lips to kitten-lick the tip, his pre-cum coating my taste buds. I meet his eyes, looking up at him through my lashes as I swallow, relishing the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, the cockiness in his face disappearing briefly. I lean forward again, but this time I press a gentle kiss to the tip, and he lets out a soft breath.

‘God, you’re so fucking cute,’ he chuckles, a little thrill running through me at the praise. He looks amused at my satisfaction, lifting a hand to my face and tapping my lower lip. I get the message, opening my mouth and letting two of his fingers delve past my lips. ‘Suck them like they’re my cock, babe,’ he smirks, and I do as he says with butterflies filling my stomach, swirling my tongue around the digits and coating them in my saliva.

‘Good girl,’ he says softly, the praise making my heart flutter as he slides his fingers out my mouth, gripping himself with the hand covered in my saliva. He runs his hand up and down his cock with an arrogant smirk, amused at how I watch, desperate to have my hands on him instead. ‘Go on, babe,’ he prompts, and I waste no time in taking his heavy length into my palm, wrapping my fingers around his cock and tugging gently, revelling in the way his body tenses at my touch.

I can’t contain myself for much longer and so I place my tongue at the base, licking up to his tip against the vein on the underside of his cock before taking the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him and sucking like he’s a lollipop, cheeks caved in. I look up at him as I take him further in, his darkened eyes locked with mine, and a gag forces its way up my throat when his tip hits the back of my mouth, a soft groan falling from between his lips.

I set a gentle pace, slowly bobbing my head up and down, taking him in as far as possible, hand leisurely tugging at what I can’t reach. ‘Like that, y/n, just like that. Feels so fucking good, babe,’ he groans quietly, head thrown back against the sofa, hand fisting into my hair as my eyes begin to water, and I hum around at him at the praise, the sensation making him moan softly.

I can’t help but keep looking over at the door, worried someone’s gonna come in and catch us, and he notices my glances, grinning. ‘Worried about someone coming in? Catching you on your knees for me like a dirty little slut?’ he asks, voice slightly strained, and I moan around him, the vibrations making him let out a soft curse under his breath.

It’s not long before he starts to take control, his hand collecting up my hair so he can move my head, and I grab onto his legs as he begins to thrust slowly. ‘Gonna be a good girl for me, babe? Gonna let me fuck this pretty little mouth?’ he asks in a low voice, and I hum in response, the boy not waiting another moment before his thrusts speed up. I gag repeatedly around him, the sounds only spurring him on, and tears run down my face as he watches me try to take him as far in as possible.

‘Feels so good, babe. You’re so fucking good for me. Such a good girl,’ he moans gently, and I can tell he’s getting closer, thrusts becoming erratic and cock twitching against my tongue. ‘Fuck, I’m gonna cum, y/n. Gonna cum down this pretty little throat. Fuck, fuck, y/n,’ he groans lowly, hitting his high, head thrown back as he continues thrusting, his cum hitting the back of my throat.

His veins are corded tight in his neck and arms, jaw clenched and eyes screwed shut with the effort of keeping himself quiet enough not to be heard. He thrusts into my mouth through his orgasm, hips stuttering, before pulling out slowly, a trail of his release slipping out of my mouth and trickling down my chin.

‘Lemme see,’ he murmurs breathlessly, and I tilt my head back before opening my mouth, letting him see the cum on my tongue. ‘Swallow, babe,’ he prompts, and I do as he says, opening my mouth again to show him. ‘Good girl,’ he whispers, finger collecting up the cum on my chin, slipping past my lips, and I lick it clean, a proud and cocky grin on his face.

‘Come here,’ he says, patting his thigh, and he tucks himself back into his shorts as I stand up from the floor, going to sit on his lap. ‘No. Just this thigh, babe,’ he says softly, and I lower myself onto his thigh, heart pounding with excitement. ‘So good and pretty for me,’ he praises, pulling me forward to kiss me which I make a mental note of. He definitely gets points for kissing me after I sucked his dick because most boys I’ve slept with would never.

‘Ride my thigh,’ he murmurs against my lips, and I let out a shaky breath as I break apart from him. God, he’s so fucking kinky but I can’t say I don’t love it. ‘Come on, babe. Ride my thigh like it’s my cock. I can feel how wet you are through your bikini. So ride my thigh like it’s my cock and get it all dirty for me,’ he whispers with a smirk, my stomach turning and heart stopping at his words. He’s gonna end up killing me one of these days.

I adjust my position slowly, feeling slightly humiliated under his cocky gaze, but before I can even do anything, he bounces his thigh without warning. The sudden stimulation makes me let out a soft whimper, his grin growing at the sound, and he continues bouncing me effortlessly on his thigh.

Whines fall from my lips as my clothed core rubs against his bare thigh, my head lolling back, Mason grabbing my waist to stop me falling off his leg. And then he stops suddenly, making me look at him, my gaze met with a raised eyebrow.

‘I told you to ride my thigh. Not let me fuck you with it. Come on, babe, be a good girl for me, ride my thigh like a good little slut,’ he says softly, more butterflies filling my stomach as I tighten my grip on his shoulders, slowly grinding down onto his strong leg.

I can feel the dense muscle of his thigh through my bikini, built up from hours of running around on the pitch and working hard in the gym. I continue rocking down onto him as he slips his hands beneath my bikini top, rolling my nipples between the pads of his fingers, gentle waves of pleasure washing over me.

I realise after a few moments that I’ve stopped still on his thigh, too distracted by the feeling of his hands on me. He moves his leg again, making me whimper as I literally bounce atop his thigh, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life. He just leans back against the sofa, a smug look on his face as he keeps one arm around my waist, holding me steady.

‘You’re such a little princess, y/n. I told you to ride my thigh and, still, I’m the one doing all the work,’ he murmurs with mock disappointment, his leg stopping, making me fall still on him. ‘I’m not gonna say it again, babe. Ride my thigh,’ he says lowly, his eyes dark and gaze hard, and I instantly comply, dragging my core across his bare thigh.

I gradually increase my pace until I’m grinding uncontrollably, eyes screwed shut as I let out high-pitched whines and take deep breaths, my nails digging into his shoulders. ‘Look at you, needy girl. So desperate that you’re fucking my thigh,’ he murmurs, voice just about breaking through my pleasure-filled reverie, but all I can do is grind down onto his leg and approach the orgasm I’ve been needing all day.

‘Dirty girl. Any of our friends could walk in right now and see you riding my thigh like a desperate little slut, but you don’t even care,’ he teases, but his words only get me further along, making me let out a loud moan of his name. He slips two fingers into my mouth to shut me up, his other hand appearing at my waist, digging into my skin hard enough to leave bruises.

He guides my hips, controlling my movements to have me grinding down onto him harder and faster, and I lose all control, body weakening as I let out pathetic moans around his fingers. It doesn’t take long until I feel myself getting close, my moans and cries coming out as muffled nonsensical babbling, and he lets out a little laugh.

‘My pretty baby. Are you gonna cum, y/n? Gonna dirty my leg up like a needy slut?’ he asks, my eyes rolling back when his hand leaves my waist and tightens at my neck instead, my head going light at the feeling.

He removes his fingers from my mouth, slipping them between my folds before lifting them to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick his fingers clean. A fresh wave of arousal rushes out from me as I watch him, his thigh glistening.

‘God, you taste so sweet,’ he murmurs, his hand still tight at my throat as he grabs my waist with his other hand, controlling my movements – good thing too, because I’m too far gone, too close to my orgasm to ride his thigh of my own accord. My walls begin clenching erratically, the knot in my stomach tightening, and he grins, raising his thigh to meet my grinding.

‘So good for me, my pretty girl. You’re close, aren’t you? Cum on my thigh, dirty me up, babe,’ he prompts with a smirk, my hips stuttering as I cry out, his hand disappearing from my neck to put his fingers in my mouth, trying to keep me quiet.

‘I’m gonna..’ I trail off, breathing laboured and head full of pleasure, and when Mason flexes his thigh just as he guides my hips down onto him hard, I hit my high. I moan out his name around his fingers, seeing white as he rocks me through my orgasm, my arousal gushing out over his leg.

‘Good girl,’ he murmurs soothingly as I come down, and as soon as my body goes limp, he lifts me off his leg and lays me down on the sofa beside him. I take deep breaths to try and pull myself together as he gets a bunch of napkins from across the room, using them to clean me up before cleaning his own thigh with a grin.

‘You weren’t lying about that WAP,’ he says amusedly, and I let out a soft laugh. ‘What can I say? I’m Cardi B’s muse,’ I reply tiredly, the boy chuckling. ‘I think you should release a cover of it on your EP.’ ‘Oh, yeah. That’d really fit in with all the sadness and depression of the rest of the album,’ I say drily, and he sits down, putting my head into his lap again.

‘It’s not that depressing,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow, a small smile appearing on his face. ‘Okay, it’s a bit depressing. But in a good way! They’re shouting-angrily-in-the-car-with-your-mates songs.’ ‘Do you shout angrily in the car with your mates to sad songs?’ I ask amusedly, and he nods with a big grin. ‘Yeah, Olivia Rodrigo and Billie Eilish, you know the vibes. You betrayed me and that,’ he says, making me burst into laughter.

‘The songs might be sad and lonely, but they’re good. Your heart is in them. If your heart was sad or lonely when you made them, then you’re being authentic. And there’s nothing wrong with that,’ he murmurs softly, stroking my hair, and I almost burst into tears at his words.

‘Thank you,’ I respond, and he chuckles. ‘What are you thanking me for?’ ‘…My heart isn’t sad and lonely anymore,’ I whisper, nervous about admitting it, and he just stares at me for a moment, as though he can’t believe what I just said. And then a big grin breaks across his face, and he leans down to kiss me.

Just as he presses his lips to mine, the door bursts open, both of us breaking apart with panic on our faces. The yacht owner’s dog jumps onto the sofa beside us, barking like crazy, and I thank God that no one is with her. Our secret… situation lives to see another day without being discovered by our friends.

‘You scared the shit out of us, you insane dog,’ Mason laughs, stroking her, and I burst into laughter when she licks his face in response. ‘Nice,’ Mason says drily, wiping his face with the back of his hand, smiling at my giggles.

‘Come on, you two. Let’s go back outside before people start wondering where we are,’ Mason says, talking to both me and the dog, and I roll my eyes, sitting up. ‘Can’t believe you just lumped me in with the dog.’ ‘You should be honoured. She’s a legend,’ Mason grins, pulling me up from the sofa, and I shoot him a dirty look. ‘And I’m not?’ ‘Babe, you’re not just a legend,’ Mason grins, sliding an arm around my waist and leading me towards the door, ‘you’re the legend.’

[fallen-gabrielle]

Uno family Incorrect Quote 88

Monty: I'm here to help you, Ben! Father: I don't need help! I've been doing just fine for a long time. The whole time you were gone, and I was on my own, raising myself? Remember that time? Monty: You know that I didn't have any choice about that. We were separated by social services, and... Father: Oh, I know, Monty, I know! I'm not saying it's your fault, I'm just saying - (he punches the wall irritatedly.) It's a bit late to help now. I'm not a little boy anymore, okay? (He opens a door to another room. Margaret and Nigel, who were listening in, quickly run away. Father enters to find Margaret cleaning the window and Nigel adjusting a 2x4 weapon. They all grin sheepishly at him.) Father: Great. You guys heard all that? Margaret: Uh, heard what? Nigel: No, we, um ... (He turns a wrench and gets sprayed by tomato juice.) DCFDTL: Yes, we did.

Back at my social services headcanon. I ain't gonna let go of it anytime soon.

I already mentioned that my Incorrect Quotes is a small Alternate Universe where the whole Uno family are spending time together, whether they all like it or not (i love their dynamics, okay??) and it takes inspiration from the headcanons I made these last few years. So, in their childhood, Margaret did help Monty to search for his missing brother (halas, without success TT_TT) so she knows about the social services being dicks to the two brothers. She and Monty are both recommissioned too, otherwise most of their interaction wouldn't be that funny. And I suppose Monty told Nigel all about the social sevices drama at some point. They just never broach the subject in front of Father, cuz they know it's a touchy topic for him. But both Nigel and Margaret would still be noisey and would listen behind doors whenever the brothers have a fight/disagreement. It's just... not a good idea to anger Father even more, that's all. Also, the Delightfuls were raised to be honest and never lie, so... Better tell the truth now.

Nigel and his mom went to the Totally Legit Behaviour School of Be Natural When You Actually Look Suspicious As Hell cliché! [ding!]