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elletheactualmenace · 7 months

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You Would do That for Me?

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!fem!reader

Summary: You hit two birds with one stone. Helping both you and Peter out in the process. Seems like a good plan, right?

Warnings: Verbal assault, Little but some physical assault, Catcalling, Bullying, annoying people just in general, swearing

Word Count: 5.04k

a/n: I tried to make this as enjoyable as I could, but some of this sucks, I tried really hard to get it to what I liked, but only some parts got there. Im hoping I’ll like the next part better. Sorry for the wait, but thanks for waiting! Also my Spanish is rusty lmk if it’s wrong.

Thoughts = “Italicized dialogue”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,

High school. Not the most appealing place for anyone, especially not if you are the one having to attend. You don't think there has ever been one person, that doesn't come from some high school musical bullshit world, that enjoys going to high school.

You are top of your class, and you'd think that would make it easier but that's far from the truth, specifically when you go to a school where everyone is supposed to be top of the class, or they were from the schools they had formerly attended. Smart people don't like being topped. So it isn't really personal when you get cussed out or get verbally bullied. At least you don't take it personally, not enough for people other than the ones who do it to know about it.

Today is the start of another exhausting day of school. Before you open the door to your room you once over your outfit, and mentally prepare yourself for everything that is to come. You let out a puff of air and begrudgingly walk down the hall and into the big elevator at the end of the hall.

"At least I don't have to walk down stairs," you mentally thank your father for being lazy, as you push the 'floor level' button.

"Good morning Y/n." Friday says as you walk into the kitchen.

You mumble out a 'morning' and walk over to the pantry. You pull out a box of Honey Nut Cheerios. Then you get a bowl and a spoon, placing them on the counter next to the box of cereal.

"Hey kiddo," You hear your dads voice from behind you. You smile, turning to see him leaning against the fridge with a carton of milk in one of his hands. You chuckle, and walk up to him giving him a hug. He kisses your head while hugging you

with just as much love.

"Hi dad." You say as he hands you the milk. Your dad gives you a look as he watches you tiredly get your breakfast.

"What?" You struggle to speak with a spoon full of food in your mouth.

When he doesn't say anything you ask again. "Dad, what is it?"

"Nothing, you just eat exactly like me." He chuckles out. And you scrunch your brows.

"Well how the hell else would I eat?" You ask. He gives you a pointed look, "I'm not going to quote any ancient museum piece but watch your mouth young lady." You put your hands up in apology.

“But It’s not even that bad of a word. S’not like you don’t say it.” You grumble slightly before stuffing another spoonful of Cheerios into your mouth.

“Although, that does sound like some old man I know, maybe I will let him know that you are finally starting to listen.” You give him a toothy grin and he shakes his head frantically.

“Don’t, please. I don’t want him to know he's rubbing off on me.” Your dad rambles out grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. You chuckle.

You both talk a while longer as you eat your cereal.

“How’s school? Any drama I need to know about?” You roll your eyes at him.

“No, sadly, unless you consider Peter losing one of Ned's lego pieces and not talking to him for a whole four hours,” Your dad chuckles.

“I would say that's a decent amount of drama for those two,” You dad comments, and you continue your pass time chatter.

"Oh, also, sweetie, Happy is driving you to school today," You dad says as you finish up your cereal.

"But,” you start, “dad, you said you would." Your disappointed look doesn't go unnoticed even though you try to not let it show.

"I know sweetie, but I can't today, I will try to find some time this week or next to drive you, okay honey? I'm sorry." He gives you a look of pity. And he really does want to drive you, he just can’t.

You can’t figure out why it bothers you so much. It’s just a ride to school. Maybe it’s because you barely ever see him. Maybe it’s because lately he has been more occupied with work than with his own daughter.

It bothers you that it bothers you. You shouldn’t be mad at him for working, for being a hero. You should get mad because you know it's not like he wants to blow you off.

"Yeah, um, ok," you put on a tight smile as you walk over to a counter stool that you backpack is sitting on, and sling it over one of your shoulders.

"Friday," Your dad calls out, and she immediately responds,

"Yes sir?"

"Call down Happy, and let him know, Y/n is ready to head out." Your dad finishes as he walks toward the hall leading to his office. He waves you a goodbye and you give a small smile in response.

Not even a couple minutes later Happy walks in, car keys in hand. "Come on kid, let get you to school," You nod and follow him outside.

The walk to the car is quiet. And Happy is not complaining with your ‘too tired to talk attitude’. He's not one for much unnecessary conversation. That's not to say he doesn't care for what you have to say, he just likes moments of quiet. Especially during the shitty morning.

"Hey, Happy?" You ask once he starts the car. He looks up at you through the rear view mirror letting you know he's listening.

"What did my dad have to get to?" You hear Happy sigh but don't say anything.

"Listen, your dad, he's a busy man, so it could really be anything." Happy informs you with a small sad smile, trying to make you feel better. You just nod looking down at your hands, so you don't have to look at another person trying to give you pity.

——

You slam your locker shut and turn to see Ned and Peter at their lockers that are a few away from yours. You nudge MJ and she closes her locker slightly to look at you.

"Yeah?" She asks and you nod towards the rest of your friend group. Mj doesn’t like that you called yourself that but she doesn’t have a better solution so she lets it slide.

"I'm going to go talk to them, meet up later?" You ask and she nods before bidding you goodbye.

"No, no, no, Peter, listen to me, I know it isn't a scam, because my cousins, best friends, little brother also ordered from the website and it came." Ned argues with who you are assuming is Peter.

"I don't think that's a credible source, dude. Have you even met your cousins, aunts, friends, brother?" Peter asks skeptically.

"It was my cousins, best friends, little brother." Ned grumbled out with an eye roll.

“The fact that you have to correct him just proves the point more.” You state bluntly entering the very stupid, conversation.

“See exactly!” Peter exclamins in your dereliction. Ned mumbles something out but you don’t quite catch it, Peter does though and his face goes pink and he hits Ned's arm.

“My, point proven,” Ned says quietly. And you brush it off assuming it's an inside joke. The bell rings and catches your attention.

“Okay come on you five year olds, let's stop arguing about credible sources, and whose brother said what.” You put your hands on both of their backs and push them toward your shared first period classroom.

When you walk in and find your seat. MJ is already sitting, in the seat right next to yours. And behind you Peter and Ned sit down. When the final bell rings everyone is sat down and ready for a long boring lecture.

The teacher passes out assignments and you all finish the assignment pretty quick, so, per usual, you sit around talking, or more, arguing.

“We need to agree on something and stop arguing.” MJ says calmly. You are all arguing about the movie you’re all going to watch at your house on Friday night. When someone proposes a movie, someone else always doesn't like it.

“I'm sorry MJ, but I will not watch Titanic, I can’t.” You deadpan, arms crossed over one another.

“Oh, come on Y/n! It's not that bad!” Ned tries but you shake your head with a look of utter disgust.

“It is that bad, I physically can’t watch it. I know it’s iconic or whatever, but I won’t let that movie play at my house. It’s not going to happen.” You slam your fist on Peter and Neds shared desk.

“What about Shutter Island?” Peter suggests. Looking at you for approval and you shrug. “I'm good with that.” You say.

“What's with all the DiCaprio movies?” MJ asks. And Ned groans, running his hands down his face. “So that's a no?” Ned says more of a statement than a question.

“I never said no,” She tries but you put your hand out to stop her. “You didn’t have to, it's a no.” You say tiredly.

“We have zero chance at agreeing on a movie by Friday.” Peter says resting his face in his arms that are arms crossed across the table.

“You know what else it is at zero?” Flash asks as walking past us to get to his seat after turning in the assignment.

Before you can tell him to piss off he continues. “Penis Parker’s girl game. You have Zero chance of ever getting any girl, even if they are the ugliest thing anyone has ever laid eyes on.” Flash’s friends snicker at his words and he laughs loud at his own joke. As he walks past other kids in the class he gets fist bumps.

You look at him unamused. And when you see the sad embarrassed look on Peter's face you want to respond to Flash by cussing him out, but MJ gets to him before you do.

“We get it Flash, you’re taking your insecurities out on Peter, because we all know your ‘girl game’ is peaking in high school.” MJ retorts glaring at Flash. She says girl game like it’s the stupidest terminology to use, because it is.

“His girl game is just going to keep getting better after we graduate from this high school shit hole” You add huffing out in annoyance.

Flash looks around trying to get people to stand up for him. But no one does. They all just look away or at whatever they were before.

“Whatever,” You see Flash shrink in his chair as he quietly speaks. You glance over at Peter, he gives you a small smile.

“Thanks,” he whispers. You nod smiling at him.

The rest of class he’s quiet, and you can’t help thinking that this sort of thing happens a lot. You wish you could help him more, or that you could prevent it from happening. You sigh and stand when the bell rings, the subject still on your mind.

——

“I don’t know, MJ,” You start while unlocking your locker. “I like the idea of a horror movie, but I don’t know if the boys could take it.” She shrugs,

"Well we should just make them deal with it.” You hum in consideration, “I mean come on, think about how many times Ned has made us watch Star Wars?”

You nod in agreement. She does have a point. You can’t count on one hand how many times you’ve had to sit through one of the Star Wars movies.

“Alright, fine.” You huff out, “But you’re telling them.” You poke her shoulder with your finger when you say it.

“Deal,” She takes your hand into hers and shakes it. You chuckle, shaking back.

You and MJ start heading out the front doors of the building. You spot Ned and Peter, and wave to them. Ned waves and Peter smiles.

You and MJ part ways as she heads to the subway station, and you head over to a bodega to get some food while you wait for Happy.

You cross the street walking along the white strips of color on the paved road. You pull out your phone when you get to the other side of the cross walk, to see if Happy texted you yet.

Happy:)

I’ll be there in ten.

Happy:)

Where do you want me to pick you up?

Y/n Stark

The bodega, want anything?

Happy:)

I'm good.

Y/n Stark

Cheetos it is! See you in a bit 🫡

You turn off your phone and put it in your pocket, stepping into the bodega. The man behind the counter's head shoots up when he hears the bell on the door ring.

“Hola, pequeño Sparky,” The man says.

“Hola, Sr. López,” You grin and wave. When you first met, Sr. López, he told you that you look like Tony Stark's daughter. But he said spark not Stark, it stuck. You never correct him, and you never tell him you are actually Tony Stark's daughter, because you enjoy the name just as much as he does.

“Can I get a bacon egg and cheese?” You ask and he smiles big.

“Ah of course, and cheetos for Sr. gruñón?” You nod and smile. “You know it, Sr. López”

You walk over to the shelf of chips and grab the bag of cheetos. When your order is done you pay and head outside, waving Sr. Lòpez goodbye.

“Que tenga una buena tarde, Sr. López.” You say stepping out of the bodega.

When you walk out you almost trip. You look down and notice your untied shoelace. You probably unintentionally stepped on it again. When you bend over to tie it you hear something.

More like someone. Or multiple people. You hear someone whistle, and you stand and turn around abruptly.

And that’s when you see them. The three little pieces of shit that always bother you. They are always somehow there just when you don’t want them to be. Not that you ever did want them there. They are the weirdo dickheads who never leave you alone. Somehow they always pop up out of nowhere.

The blond short kid named Derek, whistles again. Logan the tallest one begins walking over to you. The other two follow.

You quickly begin walking past them. And you get half a block before Otis the jet black haired guy grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a small alley. Derek and Logan gather around you whistling laughing. You struggle in Otis’s grip, you’re sure it will leave a big bruise.

“What the hell do you want?” You spit out and Logan tuts shaking his head.

“Well look at you,” He breathes out as you get out of Otis’s tight hold. “How is a pretty thing like you still so available?”

Derek chuckles and pushes your body against the brick alley wall with his hands.

“I have no clue, but if you want to, baby, I'm open to anything” Derek growls out, and your face turns into disgust.

“Don’t make that face, it makes you look ugly.” Otis says with a scowl.

“I have to go.” You say quietly looking down to stop your shaky breathing.

“What was that hon’?” Logan asks, leaning his face close to yours. “Couldn’t quite hear you.” You know full well he can hear you, he's just being a dick.

You snap your head up with an angry expression, glaring daggers at the boys. “I have to go.” You state firmly. You watch as their faces turn into smiles, and they begin to laugh at you.

Then you hear a ding from your pocket. Surprisingly they let you grab your phone. You wonder why until Derek snatches the phone from your hands. You try to reach for it but Otis pushes you back against the wall.

“Give it to me,” You shout. They ignore you and look at the text. “Seems like she does have to go, boys,” Logan says, tossing your phone back with an annoyed look.

“It's a shame, I would have liked to tease you more.” Otis’s comment makes you mad. You look down at your lock screen to see a text from Happy.

Happy:)

I'm here, where are you?

The boys move to make way for you. And as you walk past them you trip over Dereks, purposefully, outstretched foot. You stumble and don’t bother to look back, so you don’t have to see them cackling at you.

You quickly scurry out of the alley and towards Sr. López’s bodega. You see Happy in a black car across the street, he sees you and waves. Nodding back you cross the street.

You open the car door and slip in. You pull the Cheetos out from your bag and reach over the divider to hand them to him. He thanks you and pulls out from the parking spot.

“Where were you?” He asks, chewing on a cheeto. You shrug, rubbing your bruised arm. “Uhh, I was just walking around waiting for you.” Its a good enough lie to get him to drop the subject. The car ride from that point on is silent, uncharacteristic for you, but Happy doesn't comment as he continues driving and you eat your bacon egg and cheese.

——

You hate it.

Feeling helpless.

How could you not when you were raised by the Iron Man, and grew up around superheros, and just strong people. So, it makes your blood boil when you think about the way you let them treat you. You know how to speak up for others, but for some stupid reason your own brain is too scared to be able to defend you.

What makes you doubly angry when you walk into your house, is thinking about the way Flash and the other kids at your school treat Peter. “What makes them think they are so much better? They don’t even compare to Peter,” you think. Peter is smart and sweet and has the kindest soul of anyone you have ever come across, so it pisses you off how shitty people can be. If only you could fix both problems.

“What’s got you so grumpy?” Pepper asks as you walk past her to your room. Her voice breaks your train of thought.

“Everything,” You grumble out. Pepper hums in understanding. Pepper, although she's not biologically you family, you consider her your mother. She's always there for you and she watched and helped you grow into the person you are.

“Anything I can help you with?”

“Not really. Unless you can magically make people stop being jerks.” She chuckles as your shoulders slouch.

“Well, when I'm dealing with Jerks, I tell them to stop or I’ll fire them. I usually try to hit two birds with one stone to get them out of my life faster. So fire the problem not just one person.” Pepper says, trying to help. You nod. And you catch the end of a conversation when your dad and Clint walk in.

“So, no, there will be no boyfriends or girlfriends for Y/n for a long time.” Clint chuckles at your dad.

Your brows scrunch before your head shoots up and your face breaks into a grin. Pepper who was watching you smiles, confused.

“You are a genius, dad!” You shout as you rush over to him to kiss him on the check.

“I know,” Your dad looks surprised when he says it, but smiles anyway.

“Thanks uncle Clint,” You hug Clint quickly and he tries to hug back but you pull away before he can.

Then you run back to your mom, wrapping her in a hug, before she can say anything, or pat you back, you run off.

“Thanks mom, got to go!” You yell back to her as you rush into your bedroom.

“What was that about?” Clint asks Pepper, and she shrugs.

“I say let’s be happy, she's happy.” Tony says as he continues to walk to his lab.

When you shut the door you throw your backpack on your bed. You begin pacing back and forth in thought.

“Peter needs a girlfriend. And I need someone who can keep those assholes away from me.” You drop the pacing for tapping your foot and rubbing your chin. Your face scrunches trying to think of a solution.

“It can’t possibly be this hard to come up with something… who’s a girl who’s single, and likes Peter, or can at least tolerate pretending to like him? Who’s someone who I can have, help me?”

Your tapping gets faster as your brain works harder. “How the hell can’t I think of anything? I’m the daughter of fucking Tony Stark for goodness sake. There has to be someone-“ You cut your thoughts off and your eyes go wide at your realization.

“No.” You think shaking You head. “That wouldn’t be acceptable. We’re friends not- not…that.”

“Oh shit.” You say aloud this time. “It’s the only solution that isn’t 100% insane.” You breath out a shaky sigh. “I have to ask Peter Parker to be my boyfriend.”

——

“This is 100% insane.” You think, gripping the pole in the rocking subway cart. “I know it’s insane, he’s gonna think it’s insane.”

You got Happy to let you head over to Peters to work on ‘a project’. You do have your homework with you, but you can’t focus on anything other than the crazy conclusion you have come to. So, no homework could get done without talking to Peter.

The subway cart is pretty full, because it just hit rush hour and there’s a woman who’s standing a little close to you. You step a couple inches towards the bar.

You keep going over what you are going to say to Peter in your head. You can’t come up with a coherent sentence that doesn’t sound like you are just flat out asking him out. Well you are doing that, “but- no- not in that way” You keep telling yourself. You just have to explain the situation to him, and he’ll understand. Right?

You also have to consider the fact that no one out of school can know about it. If your dad knew you were dating someone, you think he might just kill them. You heard what he said to Clint. But what he doesn't know can’t hurt him, at least while he doesn't know. You know what the consequences are if he finds out, but you are willing to do it, for you and for Peter.

The train car pulls to a stop, and the doors open. You hear the automated voice ring through the train station as you set out of the train car. Piles of people rush in and out of the train. You dodge the hoards by swerving and slipping past them, out of habit. Living in New York, it's impulses to walk around slow people.

You climb the steps of the train station and out into the chilly air of Queens. You wrap your arms around your body, regretting the decision to ditch the jacket.

It takes a couple minutes to get to Peter and May's apartment, but once you travel up the elevator and your hand is inches from the door, all your previous courage drains from your body. You blink harshly to shake away the fear. Your heart is pounding and you can’t breathe properly.

“Just do it already, what are you scared of? its Peter,” You know there is lots to be scared of but you won’t let your mind drift that way.

You lift your hand to knock on the door, but it’s pulled open before you can make contact with the metal handle. You step back startled.

“Oh god, so sorry.” The woman in front of you says with a sigh. Your heart rate begins to slow when you hear her voice.

“No worries, Miss Parker.” You chuckle. She laughs out at your words.

“Oh please, I'm not that old Y/n, just call me May, like everyone else.” She smiles politely at you.

“I'm not everyone else.” You smile back. She shakes her head with a grin. “No you are not,”

“Well, I have to go pick something up from the store, help yourself,” she gestures inside, “Peters in his room, most likely building a lego set.” She pauses, “Or looking up ones he wants.”

You laugh and nod, waving goodbye and walking in. You take your shoes off and shut the door. You’re kind of glad May forgot to ask what you are doing here, that makes this easier at least.

You huff out looking out at the tiddy cozy apartment. You have always loved it here. It is so homey and welcoming, and it always makes you feel a little more at ease. And now is no exception.

You slip off your shoes and as you walk by the coach you put your bag down to rest.

“Peter?” You ask as you walk closer to Peter's ajar door. You see the back of his head turned down, looking at some papers on his desk. You can see the white wire of his head phones sticking out from under his chocolate brown hair.

You push the door slightly and slip through. You walk closer to him, trying to keep your heart from picking up its fast pace again. You call out to him again, and this time place a hand on his shoulder.

Peter jumps up out of his chair, trying to look intimidating in a fighting pose. But the intimidation doesn't last long because he slips on a sweatshirt on the ground and falls.

You erupt into a fit of laughter. Peters just looks startled, but when his brain finally acknowledges the situation, his eyes go wide in relief. When he gets up and you are still laughing, struggling to breathe, his cheeks go pink in embarrassment.

“It's not that funny,” he mumbles out. This only gets you laughing again. He tries to hide his smile by stuffing his face in his hands.

“Ok, ok, sorry.” You chuckle trying to slow your breathing and calm down.

“You just jumped so high and then slipped on nothing.” You say rubbing your face with a grin.

“It wasn’t nothing.” He says kicking the sweatshirt on the ground further away from him and then walks to the door.

“Mhh,” you hum in amusement following behind him.

“What are you doing here anyway?” He asks as he leads you to sit in the living room with him.

“Well,” You sigh, still a little breathless from laughing. You pause, try to create a coherent sentence that won’t make Peter run and hide. You sit in the meantime and Peter sits down next to you.

“I need to talk to you.” Your face gets more serious and it worries him. “Why? Did something happen?” He asks as his brows furrow in concern.

“No, no, no, nothing happened. Or, no. More like I want to stop something from happening again.” You realize the sentence makes the situation sound different then what it is.

“Did I do something?” Peter asks his brows furrowing further.

“No. No never. It’s just,” you trail off, and before you can pull yourself together to spit it out he cuts you off.

“Did someone else do something? Can I help?” Peter's head tilts and his lips form a frown listening attentively.

“No,” you stutter out. “Just listen to me for a second Pete.” He nods with a quick apology. Then his full attention is on you. His eyes unwavering staring into yours. Suddenly you can’t breathe, but you try to speak either way.

“You know how you get-“ you pause to rephrase. “How Flash is a dick towards you?” Peter nods slowly waiting for you to continue. You hadn’t told him about the guys bothering you, and want to keep it that way.

“And how, today he made fun of you for not having a girlfriend?” Peter nods, getting wary.

“Well, I mean-“ you stutter over your words “if you want, and feel, you know, comfortable or whatever,” you swallow the lump in your throat. He nods again, smiling softly to try and ease the tension in your shoulders and urging you on. You squeeze your eyes shut and blurt it out.

“I could pretend to be your girlfriend at school and stuff,”

When you peak an eye open, you see Peter's shoulders slumped and his eyes wide. In utter disbelief.

“Then no one would ever give you a hard time,” You quickly explain so your point doesn’t come across wrong.

You wait for Peter to say something. You wait for him to tell you no, or to say yes. You wait for him to say anything at all. But he’s radio silent.

Worry begins to creep up your spine. The pit in your stomach grows inch by inch every second he’s quiet. What if this is the wrong conclusion? What if you stepped too far? What have you done?

Fuck. You shouldn't have come. You shouldn’t have been stupid enough to think this was a good idea.

But out of nowhere, as if he just realizes that he’s the person you’re talking to, he speaks up.

“You would- do that for me?” He asks as his eyes grow soft and his eyebrows raise hopefully.

“Well, I mean, sure.” You nervously chuckle out. Rubbing the back of your neck with your palm.

“And anyways, you’d keep the creepy guys away from me.” You note as Peter seems to step back taking everything you’ve said in. What if he starts laughing? What if he is messing with you? He wouldn’t do that, right?

“I- I-“ you hold your breath as he begins talking, the pit in your stomach makes you feel like you might throw up. If he doesn’t hurry up you’re sure you’ll apologize profusely and run out of the apartment before he can say anything.

“I would love-“ Peter smiles “to be your boyfriend Y/n.”

Oh.

You let out a shaky breath. It worked. You don’t believe it. He said yes.

“Really?” You ask, a small quizzical smile on your face.

“Yeah.” He says grinning wide.

Well shit. It worked.

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plaindonutsworld · 2 years

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Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

I made part two to the Gareth story! Also this is 1st person this time (I, Me, My) next might be in you, your, and that kind of stuff

Part two

Okay, I made this because I thought it was cute but I got a request for a part two, I was going to make it anyway. But I just felt like I should get started now. And this one is longer than the first one, I think.

Warning: Blood, kissing, cussing, fluff, small abuse, injuries, fighting, comfort, and some harassment (somewhat) that may be it but I'm really not too bright so I have forgotten some stuff

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Sunday, 1984 6:58 AM

I picked my head up, tired and drowsy. Finding Gareth in my lap, my hand on his head, bundled in his hair. He was beautiful, and I enjoy his company. His clock on the wall dinged. 7 o'clock, my dad's going to beat the living hell out of me. But I could stay a bit longer, right? I rubbed Gareth's head softly, for maybe 5-10 minutes. Then stood up, softly moving him off of me, and he let out a small groan. "Huh? Where are you going, Sweetheart?" He said picking his head up drowsily and blinked a few times. "Nowhere, go back to sleep" I said rubbing his back, sitting next to him as he drifted back into his sleep.

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Sunday, 1984 9:30 AM

I'm so dead meat at home, but the house smelled nice. I had made breakfast, waffles, side of bacon and eggs and some lovely coffee for me and grabbed a Dr. Pepper for "Gareth The Great". Even though Gareth made sure I never did his house work, I had already cleaned the dishes, bathroom, his room, done the clothes and cleaned the kitchen and living room.

Gareth had started stirring around, he got up from the couch, house was clean and breakfast was on the table. "Y/N, did you do this? The house? And some food?" He said walking up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, he was shirtless and good God was he hot. The way he said he was always cold, but his body was so warm, he eyes were gentle, and I could feel his soft abs through my shirt. I nodded while washing the remaining dishes. "I told you four billion times that you do not clean here, I do. Got it?" He said, his morning voice was raspy and quite deep. Definitely a turn on for most people, I was most people yet I wasn't in the 'mood'. I groaned and turned around, now facing him. "But you don't clean like I do! Plus your house can get quite dirty sometimes, which isn't too pleasant when HellFire is over. And then you've got your shirts in the floor issue. I'm sorry babe but I refuse to le-" He cut me off, and with a long, yet sweet kiss. Which obviously melted my heart and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you, but shut up" "Awww you love me?" "No, I think you're a horrible being." It came out so fast like he was certain. He said it so flatly. Did he mean it? "Of course I love you! And don't ever think otherwise, got it Sweetheart?" Sweetheart. The name that made me melt like butter. I nodded and swiped a kiss before running out the door yelling out. "Love you too, eat your food I'm running home!" And I was infact running home, I need to face your dad.

It has been atleast half an hour, I have never realized how far I lived, and I actually lived 30 minutes away from Gareth, and that was driving! Maybe I should have had Gareth drive me home, my current location wasn't even halfway home right now. Which I have to admit, sucks. As I arrived in town I heard the large clock ding, 11:00. Amazing, Dad wanted me home sooner but here I am, dying in this heat, sweating, and not to mention I already tripped four times. Maybe long bell-bottoms weren't the way to go. I just kept walking, and heard a car horn behind me. I turned around to see a older man. Okay he was like early 30's, so older than me. "Hey pretty lady, come on in my car. It'll cost you though." Ew. This old man was trying to get me to come home with him. Not to mention I was only 14. Minor safety at it's peak, how lovely. I turned around and began walking again, but someone grabbed my wrist. "I said. Get in the car." "What!? Ew! No!" "Get. In. The. Car."

The next thing I knew he was on the ground. And holy shit, your peaceful Gareth was beating him into the concrete. His hands were bloody, and the man had gotten up and threw your boyfriend onto the ground hitting the mess out of him. You needed to do something, and fast. "Get off of him!" You screamed, trying to pull the man off, yet he just threw you into his van door, you head slammed into it, knocked out. You awoke not much longer, maybe a minute later. Gareth was against the wall, his face was bloody, so were his hands, his clothes, his hair wasn't very fluffy anymore, he had cuts all over him, bruises, possible black eye and it looked like the list went on. You stood up, wincing. Killer headache, great. You saw a metal pole, this would help you out right now, eh? You picked it up, okay your boyfriend is getting he blood beat out of him, but suddenly Gareth had thrown him into the wall, and was messing this man's face up. Was it even the same creep? It was back and forth, man beat Gareth, Gareth beat man. You ran up behind the man, POW. You had just knocked this dude out with a pole. He fell to the ground, your eyes and Gareth's followed his back to the ground, then looked at each other quickly. "Y/N! You- you just knocked him out with that? Nevermind that, are you okay? Come here!" He said pulling you into his arms then grabbing you face looking you over. "Your head! It's... Well it's bleeding!" He cared way too much. "My head's fine, you don't look too sharp. Y-your face, and your arms, you look like you just got out of a meat grinder. Are YOU okay?" I said just above a whisper, cupping his face gently. "I'm fine, just go get in the car. Please?" (Yes, he drives illegally) His eyes were too much to say no to. I kissed his forehead and went to the car, looking at my hands as I sat down. It was a few minutes later before Gareth got in the car, but he got blood pretty much everywhere. "What took you so long?" "Just had to take a breather"

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What really happened:

"Listen here, you touch her again. You won't be so lucky. You're just glad she was here, or I'd be in jail for murder. Got it, Creep?" Gareth had the man by his collar, pinned to the wall. The man nodded quickly and scrambled away.

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We pulled up at my driveway and I got out, Gareth was about to drive away when I made him get out too. "Get inside this house so I can clean you up. Or I will just have to leave you." That was enough for him to get out. "I'll distract my dad, and you run to my room" "What?" "Just do it"

I walked through the door, and found my dad asleep on the couch, and motioned for Gareth to go. Which he did, I never saw him run so slow though. "Look what the dog dragged in" My dad said, grabbing my arm. "You're pretty late, don't you think so?" I kept my eyes of the ground, but looked up to see Gareth watching from a corner. I flashed a warm, comforting smile. I knew he'd do something if my dad decided to do anything, but Gareth wasn't in the condition to do anything. Yet sure enough my dear ol' dad was drunk. He practically threw me into our fireplace, tossing his glass bottle at me. Which busted, cutting me up. And I was unfazed, this was normal, I'd grown used to it, but I saw the fear, worry, and anger in Gareth's eye.

While my ever so loving father laughed, Gareth was marching up to him, throwing the hardest punch I'd ever seen. When did he get THAT strong? He was definitely out cold. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to my room, slamming and locking my door. "No." He said flatly. "No? What did I do?" "It's not you, it's him. Pack your stuff, you're moving in with me." "What? No it's fine. Just sit down Babe. You can't take much more of this. Let me clean you up atleast." I sat down on my bed, and looked at me, he sat down as well. "Im not taking no for a answer, you can get me cleaned up, as long as you move in with me." He played that card, and I wasn't going to let him leave my house without being treated. "Fine, just come on." I said dragging him to the bathroom.

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Sunday, 1984 12:36

"Hold still!" I yelled at him, sitting in his lap, cleaning the cut on his face. "You shouldn't have done that" I whispered to him. "Oh but I did. Both of the times. That creep was looking at you. And the man who helped you into this world could have took you out" He said swiping a kiss and smiling. He's just like a little kid. "Alright, get in the shower, you've still got blood on you. I'll find some clothes I stole- I mean you left here." "Yea... 'left' here " He said smiling as I got off him and leaving. I walked back in while he had just got undressed, my jaw dropped and I closed my eyes. "It's called a lock!" "Oh come on Sweetheart, it's nothing you haven't seen before!" "Shut up! Just take your clothes!" I was bright red, practically a tomato. "You're not getting in with me?" "Umm no! You told me to get packing so I best hop to it!" I said making my way out of the bathroom and back into my room, hearing him yell dramatically. "Why must you do thissssss!"

I let out a light chuckle and grabbed a bag, or two, or three. Okay maybe six bags, but they had important stuff going to be put in them. You got to work grabbing the best clothes then the rest, chucking them in a bag. Then you moved to makeup, then the hair supplies, and finally the stuff that hit home, like a picture of you and your mom when you were a small kid. And your first stuffed animal, or your favorite blanket. Which was your baby blanket 'Maddie' as you called it. "Y/N, you almost done?" "Huh? Oh, yes! Just a fe-" you were interrupted by a loud clatter under your bed. Your head, as well as Gareth's whipped to look, you knew what it was but your boyfriend didn't and he looked suspicious. He walked slowly over, and you ran and slid on your knees, reaching under the bed, pulling out your grey and white kitten. "Timmy!" You yelled out.

"Timmy?" "Timmy!" "Timmy." "Timmy!"

"That's a Timmy?" He questioned. "Yea, turns out she's a girl but we already had a name picked out." "We?" He stared blankly at you. "Me and Robin of course! Wait can he come? Please? My dad won't feed her. But I will, you won't even know she's there!" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine fine fine. I'll talk to my mom." "Thank you so so so SO much! Here just pet her!" You said holding Timmy out. "No thanks I'm good" "Please?" You said, big puppy dog eyes and he knew he wasn't going to win this one. "Fine" He said grabbing the cat, petting her softly and she was starting to purr. "She's okay I guess"

The kitten jumped off him, and a few seconds later and I jumped in Gareth's lap, shoving him onto his back on the bed. He winced. I hurt him. I quickly scrambled off him, not wanting to further hurt him. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you! I... I just... I didn't mean to, it was an accident! I'm sorry I don't know what got into me, I knew you were hurt yet I sti-" He pulled me into his arms, and kissed me, pulling me in tighter, I could almost feel the pain he was going through, just to kiss me. "You uhh... You ramble. A lot" He said breaking the kiss, and holding me close but held his side with one hand. Hoping I wouldn't notice, but I did. "Hey? Are you okay?" I said moving his hand, and lifting his shirt. Instant horror shot across my face. "Babe, I'm going to be right back." He had a horrible gash on his side, like he was slammed into something then they ripped his skin.

After I finally got him cleaned up, he was perky already, nagging me to finish getting my stuff together. He grabbed all my bags, despite all my protests. "Just grab the kitten, Sweetheart."

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Monday, 1986 11:53 AM

It had been 3 years since I moved in with him. And his best friend was dead, Eddie was gone. Gareth became the DM of HellFire, but he claims it wasn't the same. Not without Eddie. So he became slightly depressed, and joined the gang to help kill Vecna. And he was quite shocked to hear everything that went on in Hawkins.

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Part three?

I am definitely making a part three to this. I'm invested, this will definitely be a fix it, small spoiler for next part, *in code*, Fangs.

I'll let everyone sit on that for a bit, this part was longer than the last and I'm glad I could write it so fast. Part three should be out by the 26th. Excited for anyone to read!

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x y/n #stranger things #stranger things gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x you

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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cloud nine | teaser/intro

SERIES RELEASE DATE: 04/09/2021

⟼ perfectly wrong ⟼ restart

☁ series masterlist ☁ cloud nine playlist ☁

summary: 2 years later, your marriage to taehyung brings people back from your past, new hardships with your bestfriends and tiny roommates who get away with everything just by being cute?

pairing: reader x husband!kth

genre: marriage au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 1.8k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, entire teaser/intro is a flashback.

⟲ FLASHBACK

"Wake up." You say softly, shaking Taehyung next to you in bed. "Waaake up, Tae." You whine. After a couple of more shakes, Taehyung slowly opens his eyes to your pout. He chuckles as he rubs his eyes and stretches a bit.

"What's wrong, love?"

"Why aren't you waking up more excited?! Today's the day!" He laughs and wraps his arms around you, gently laying his head on your tummy. He presses a kiss on your growing belly before rubbing the surface with his soft, warm hands, making you smile.

"Babygirl, you cant expect me to get my life together in the 5 seconds you took to wake me up."

"Well, have you gotten your life together yet?" You ask, slightly impatient as you twirl a strand of his hair around your finger and tug lightly.

"5 more minutes." He says, pretending to snore on top of your belly. He lets out a small snort when he hears you continuing to whine at him. "God, you win everything. I'm up." He plants one more kiss on your stomach before he sits up to plant a kiss on your lips.

"Finally." You scrunch your nose as you look into his deep, chocolate eyes.

“Goodmorning, beautiful.” He says to you before looking down at your stomach. "And good morning, munchkin. Can't wait to find out if you're gonna be a baby boy or girl."

"It's a girl, I know it." You say as you slowly get yourself out of the bed to get ready for the day. You walk into the closet to grab some clothes before heading into the bathroom to take a quick body shower and pamper yourself for a bit.

"If you say so, sweetheart." Taehyung chuckles, following you into the bathroom to get himself ready as well. He stands over the sink as he lazily brushes his teeth before fixing his bed hair as much as possible. He lets you have your peace in the shower to walk into the closet and pulls out a comfy, but presentable outfit for the day. The weather wasn't too bad for the fall season - sun was out providing warmth, but the air was still cold.

By the time he had slipped into his clothes, he walks back to the bathroom, leaning against the door frame to watch you lather yourself up and get into your outfit of choice. He chuckles a bit, a big smile plastered on his face when you catch him watching you.

"What?" You look at him confusingly.

"I don't know, you're just cute."

"What am I doing?" You ask, adjusting the shirt over your belly before fixing up your hair.

"You don't have to do anything for me to think so." He says, coming over to kiss you on the cheek, lightly brushing the hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. "You ready?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry now." You apply a bit of lip balm to your lips before looking back up at him.

"What do you wanna eat?"

"I don't know."

"Mhm. You know what you want baby, don't lie."

"I really don't." You shrug, trying to lay out some options in your head. You arch your eyebrow as your hands rest on your belly, giving it a good rub or two. Literally, everything seemed like a good option. It was about to be lunch time and you could go for either ends of the spectrum - breakfast/brunch, straight up lunch, dinner, dessert.

"Don't think too hard now."

"I kind of want Squat and Gobble." Taehyung nods in approval, lips slightly poking out.

"Whatever you want, babygirl. I'll take you there." He says, making his way out of the bathroom. "Now chop chop, so we can get your cute ass some food." You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, fixing little things here and there before heading out to meet your husband in the living room. He helps you put on your coat before the two of you walk out to the car, Taehyung instantly turning on the heat to make sure you're comfortable. Getting to Squat and Gobble, you find yourself getting excited by the smell that surrounded the restaurant. Ooh lord, you couldn't wait to eat a good meal before heading to the doctor's. This child was begging for it, too! After getting escorted to a table, the both of you get situated to start looking through the menu.

"Damn."

"Hm?" Taehyung hums, keeping his eyes on the menu.

"I want everything." You pout.

"You and this metabolism of yours, love. Seriously."

"Me and this baby, you mean."

"Mm-mm, no. Don’t go blaming our baby. You wanted everything all the time, way before I popped this baby into you."

"Taehyung.” You shake your head. “Not true."

"Actually, 100% true." Taehyung nods. "So, let me guess. You're either gonna get the Eggs Benedict or the Nor Cal Omelette with a side of Belgian Waffles. Am I right or am I right?" You laugh and shake your head.

"You're right, and you're right."

"Which one is it gonna be?"

"I want the omelette." You say excitedly. He simply smiles at you, catching himself feeling butterflies in his stomach. God, you were everything to him. So fucking beautiful, and so irresistible.

"What?" You ask, confused as to why Tae was staring at you again. "Why are you staring at me like that again?" You slightly chuckle as you watch him bite onto his bottom lip before looking back down and shaking his head.

"Nothing."

"Say it."

"I just love you."

"I love you too." You blush.

"So, has my lady thought of any baby names?"

"Not really, have you?"

"A bit." He chuckles. "If it was a boy, I was thinking Masao. Or, Grey. Iseul. They all roll off my tongue pretty nicely." He says, looking out into space.

"Those are cute. What about girl names?"

"Oh, a whole list." He sips his water. "Miyako. Anya. Seiko. Nabi. Yumi. I honestly could go on."

"Have you been doing your research or something? These are better names than what I would've came up with." You laugh.

"What, I can't have any creative juices flowing through my veins too?"

"Mhm, sure. I'm gonna check your history tab later on the laptop."

"Shit." He playfully whispers. "No but really, baby. Don't they all sound nice?"

"Yes, they do." You smile. "I'm impressed, Kim Taehyung."

"I know, I make you proud." He smirks.

"I only thought of like, two names this entire time."

"That's it?" He snickers.

"Well, clearly you got the whole list ready so I no longer have to worry." You playfully shrug.

"You don't. Let Daddy take care of it." He wiggles his eyebrows, making you laugh. He's for sure not gonna let this one go, not for a long, long time. At this point, your plates are placed in front of you two, the table mostly silent as you both dig in and devour your food. Taehyung only chimes in every now and then about Jimin or Namjoon, or his mom and dad. When you both finish your meal, Tae sits back and lets out a hefty breath while he stretches.

"Full?" You ask, sipping on the last of your water.

"Yup. You ready to go soon, love? Your appointment is coming up real quick." He says checking his watch. You simply nod as Taehyung pays for the food before the two of you head out. In the car, you had been feeling the butterflies attacking all at once. You looked down at your belly, smiling to yourself as you rubbed the surface. You were so excited to hear the news from the doctor being that you and Taehyung had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Everything seemed so surreal.

Your career as a new illustrator was going strong. 2Peace was still going strong. Your husband's career on the executive team was at its highest. Your friends were all thriving. This baby.

Everything just seemed to be falling into place. And you were hoping it could be like this for a long time. You were hoping it could stay like this.

After checking in at the doctor's office, you sit next to Taehyung, who is now reading an art magazine. You take a deep breath, causing Tae to grab your hand and press a gentle kiss on top of it. He continues to rub your hand with his thumb as he returns his attention on the magazine sitting on his lap and flips through it with his free hand. You were on time for your appointment, and you were really hoping you didn't have to wait for long simply because you had become way too excited.

"You okay?" Tae asks, noticing your leg continuously bouncing up and down.

"Yeah, I just wanna go in already." He chuckles.

"Patience, baby. He'll get to you, alright?" Your bottom lip pokes out in a pout, making Taehyung lean forward to give you a kiss. "You do that on purpose, don't you?"

"Do what on purpose?"

"Pout so I could kiss you."

"No, babe. I'm just expressing my feelings."

"Mhhhhm." He smirks.

"Besides, I never had to force you to give me kisses." You smile confidently.

"Alright, okay. I rest my case, your honor." He clicks his teeth. "See, you win that too."

"Mrs. Kim?" The medical assistant came to the door, causing you and Taehyung to stand - the both of you trying your best to contain your excitement. She takes you to the back to check your vitals and run through the usual routine before leaving you and Taehyung to your peace until the doctor comes knocking. As you get yourself situated on the bed, Taehyung decides to take a picture of you, his beloved wife, and your baby bump. He had been really good about capturing these moments, and you were grateful for it. He gives off a small giggle when he checks the picture, letting you know he's about to send it his mom and dad and all your friends.

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Can't wait to find out if we have ourselves a baby Tete or baby Y/N.

Sooner or later, the doctor comes in, making small talk with you and Taehyung. He gets the monitor ready, warning you about the cold gel that's about to make contact with your belly. Taehyung tries to take a peek at the monitor, but with the doctor being in the way, he couldn't catch a glimpse of anything. Neither can you, being that you're laying back and can barely see over your hump.

"Everything looks absolutely perfect, and that's all I can ask for. Now, tell me - would you like to know what the sex is?" The doctor smiles from ear to ear as he turns towards you and Tae.

"Yes sir, please. Enlighten us." Taehyung says, standing next to you as you lay silently on the bed, gripping your hand tightly . The doctor checks the monitor once more before chuckling and turning back towards you. "Congratulations! You have yourselves some baby girls!" You put your hand over your mouth as you gasp.

"Wait, wait - did you just say baby girls?" Taehyung's eyes light up as the doctor nods happily.

"Sure did." He points to the monitor. "You got yourself some twin girls right there.”

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mlovesstories · 4 years

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His Guitar

Summary: YN has always been close to Jensen, but not her mom, Kayla. Noticing this, Jensen tries to fix it, but it only stirs up more of a divide between YN and her mom, leading to a big discovery.

AN: Shout out to @cherryblossomflowers for letting me bounce ideas off of her and editing it! Love you!

Warnings: Cheating, sabotage, blackmail, cussing

Words: 3000

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Jensen walked onto the set of Ten Inch Hero with YN in tow.

“You remember the rules, right?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be good, I promise.” She smiled at him as she was trying to keep up. She practically took three steps for each step he took.

“Hey, Dee,” Jensen smiled. He hugged the lady in front of him and introduced her to YN. “This is YN. YN, this is Danneel.”

“Hi, Miss Danneel,” she smiled.

“Hi, YN. How old are you? You look pretty big.” Danneel tickled the girl’s belly.

“Seven!” YN grinned.

Danneel gasped, “Wow! Such a big girl!”

“That she is. I told her to stop growing, but she doesn’t listen.” Jensen playfully messed with YN’s hair.

“DADDY! Mommy did my hair all nice, and you messed it up!” She pushed her father’s hand away.

“Jensen, you know not to mess up a girl’s hair! Would you like me to fix it, YN?”

“Please?” YN looked to her dad.

“That’s fine with me,” Jensen laughed. “But I didn’t mess up your hair.”

“Yes, you did! Come on, Danneel.” The girl took her hand over to a chair, and YN plopped herself down. "It’s all messed up on the top," YN pouted, "Can you redo my braid?”

“Absolutely. Let’s do it.”

Within two minutes, the girls were back, and YN was happy with her appearance.

“That was fast! Looks nice!” Jensen stroked her braid.

“I like her. She's good at hair."

“Well, thanks, YN. I’ll take it. Where’s Kayla?” asked Danneel.

YN was shocked, “You know my mommy?”

“I’ve met her before. I like her a lot. After all, you’re pretty cool!” Danneel gave the girl a high five.

That night, YN raved to her mom about her new friend.

“That’s very nice, honey. Eat your dinner, please.”

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“Daddy?” A few years later, YN asked, “can I spend the night at Dee’s?” She skipped to stand in front of her father. The two ladies had become very close since they met on set the first time.

“I’m fine with it. Ask your mom though.”

“SWEET! She already said yes.” YN started to leave the room.

“Stop.” Jensen watched as she froze in her spot. “Did she, or are you fibbing to get your way?”

YN turned to face her dad.

“Mom said it was okay, promise,” she shrugged.

“Fine. Your mom will have to take you though. I’m meeting up with Uncle Jared tonight.”

“Okay.”

The next day, Kayla didn’t talk to YN. YN gave glances to her dad wondering why her mom was acting so funny.

“What was up with you today?” Jensen asked his wife as they climbed into bed.

“What do you mean?”

“You didn’t give YN the time of day. She asked to do things with you, but it seemed like you ignored her.”

“Don’t tell me I ignore my own daughter-“

“No, no, I’m just asking if you’re okay or if something happened today, that’s all,” Jensen wrapped his arm over his wife.

“It’s nothing, and it’s nothing I want to talk about tonight. Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow when the kiddo isn’t around.”

“Sure, babe,” her husband agreed. “Anything you need.”

The next morning, Jensen and Kayla discussed what was bothering her before YN woke up.

“I don’t like that she goes to Danneel for things. She should be coming to us.” Kayla huffed.

“Oh,” Jensen tightened his lips. “I didn’t know that bothered you.”

“It does bother me, that’s why I’m telling you, shithead!” Kayla outraged.

“Whoa, hey,” Jensen crossed the room and sat next to her. “YN doesn’t have any siblings, I just thought of their relationship as like sisters or something.”

“YN went to Danneel before she came to me about almost everything. And with her getting older-"

“Honey, you’re gone a lot and-”

“DO NOT BLAME ME!"

“Will you listen to me?” Jensen shot off the couch. “You are gone a lot because of work, and maybe she feels ignored. I don’t know, but maybe. Danneel is probably just more available.”

“How dare you.” Kayla growled. She stood and stomped out of the house.

YN walked into the living room.

“What happened?”

“I made her upset.” Jensen blamed himself, hiding his frustration.

“She was probably being a bitch.” YN said offhandedly.

Jensen's eyes went wide, “EXCUSE ME?” He walked in front of her. “You do not EVER call her that.”

YN sucked in a breath.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She whispered.

He retracted and guided her to sit down.

“Do you not like your mom?”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t really hang out with her.”

“It’s fine. Leave it alone.” YN practically ran out of the room.

Jensen knew there was a lack of relationship. He didn’t really know why.

Jensen watched over the next few years how they interacted and didn’t seek out time together. He noticed they didn’t mind each other, but they didn’t joke or be silly. Jensen tried to fix it as much as he could, but both were stubborn and very much the same. He would not state that to either one of them though.

YN hung up the phone with Jensen. With him being on Supernatural, they were apart a lot of the time.

She walked into the kitchen to get a water bottle from the refrigerator when she heard her mom talking.

YN came to a halt when fed the corner and saw her mom kissing a man who was not Jensen.

She retreated so that her mom and the man couldn’t see her. In shock, YN stood still and took in the scene.

Coming back to reality, YN pulled out her phone and took a picture. Not realizing that her sound was on, the sound of the camera went off. Her eyes went wide.

The couple separated.

“YN!” Kayla looked alarmed, seeing her daughter and the phone in her hands. “Get over here!”

YN’s eyes went wide and she shuffled her feet to stand in front of her mom.

“Give me your phone.” Kayla snatched the phone out of YN’s hands. “This picture will never be seen by your dad’s eyes. Nice try though.” After deleting the picture, Kayla shoved the phone back into her daughter’s chest.

Shocked by the events in front of her, YN left the room to escape the situation.

Kayla stormed after her. Before YN was able to shut her door, the mom entered her room.

“You are not going to tell Jensen about this, you hear me? And if you do, I’ll tell him you broke his favorite guitar that grandpa gave him.” Kayla crosses her arms, eyes narrowing. “Do we have an understanding?”

Kayla got in YN’s face. The daughter gasped. She swallowed slowly.

“Yes,” YN looked away.

Kayla walked out of her room and slammed the door.

YN crawled onto her bed, wrapped her arms around her moose stuffed animal and cried as quietly as she could.

YN stayed away from her mom as much as possible until her dad came home for the weekend.

She hated that at the drop of a hat, she could be in big trouble with her dad. She loved him, and they were so close.

He was the perfect dad. He always took her calls no matter what he was doing.

She didn’t ever want to disappoint him, she loved him too much. She would stay silent as long as she had to. That was just the way it had to be.

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“Homework,” Jensen pointed to the piece of paper in front of YN’s face. His daughter refused to complete her math assignment.

She huffed, “Now?”

He smiled. “You can do it, booger.”

Just then, Kayla walked through the door.

YN immediately got to work.

"Hi, honey,” Jensen smiled, relief and pleasure covering his face.

“Hi, babe,” Kayla smiled. "Hello, YN,” she looked past her husband.

“Hi,” YN didn’t look away from her homework.

“I gotta clean up, and then we can’t have some dinner, okay?” Kayla smiled.

“Sounds good, I”m going to take the trash out.” Jensen hugged her as she passed him.

“What’s going on with you, kid?” He walked over to his daughter as Kayla left the room.

“Nothing. I need to finish this.” She shrugged him off of her shoulder.

“Alrighty then,” Jensen sighed. “Glad you’re able to focus. Be right back.”

When Jensen came back, Kayla was starting dinner.

“What are you making for dinner?” Jensen wrapped his arms around Kayla.

“Tacos.”

“Awesome, sounds delicious. YN, you want a taco?” Jensen turned to face YN.

“Yes, please,” she tiredly looked up at him.

Jensen narrowed his eyes at her.

“Move your homework to the couch so we can eat, please,” he smiled at his daughter.

“Yes, Daddy,” she ducked her head and moved quickly.

The last few days, he’d noticed her withdrawing.

Jensen knew she was a teenager now, but even for her, she was acting funny. YN did everything he asked and didn’t look at her mom. She did everything without comment other than a ‘yes’ or ‘no’.

“What is going on with her?” Jensen pulled his wife into bed with him that night.

“What do you mean?” Kayla looked over to him.

“She is keeping to herself. Did something happen at school?”

“I don’t think so,” Kayla responded. “Maybe it’s that time of the month for her or something,” his wife shrugged.

“No, that was two weeks ago.” Jensen shook his head.

“You keep track of her period?” Kayla raised a brow.

“Saw some blood in the trash can. Not hard to figure out. Let’s get to bed, sweetheart.” Jensen kissed his wife and turned off the light.

The next morning, Jensen saw the same behavior from his daughter as the night before. He saw her quickly finish her breakfast with no conversation.

“Honey,” he caught her attention. “I want to talk to you when you get home, okay? You’re not in trouble or anything, I just want to ask you something.”

“Okay, Dad.”

She stood and grabbed her backpack.

“Can you take me to school now?”

Jensen looked to her confused, “Sure, but you’ll be early-”

“Gotta talk to my math teacher anyway. Let’s go.”

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“Honey, what I wanted to talk to you about was that you seem so quiet. When I call you or I ask you a question, you answer with yes or no, and that’s it. Where’s my baby girl gone?” He stroked her braid as he faced her sitting on the ottoman, her on the couch.

“I’m fine, Dad.” YN stiffened.

“Uh huh.” Jensen smiled. “You lie about as well as I do. You’ve been so quiet, and it’s scaring me. Did something happen? You can tell me.”

“No, Daddy. Nothing, I promise.” She eyed his prized guitar hanging on the wall with the note framed next to it.

Work hard, have fun, and don’t forget where you came from.

“What are you looking at?” Jensen turned, looking the same direction as his daughter. “Gramps’ guitar?”

“No, daydreaming. Sorry.” YN said, “I’m fine.”

“The guitar?” Jensen walked over to it and took it off the wall. Kayla walked back in. YN’s eyes went wide.

“You told him, didn’t you?” Kayla walked over to her daughter and raised her voice. “You told him. I told you what would happen if you did!”

“Dad, hang on to it!” YN screamed to her dad. Kayla tried to take the guitar out of Jensen’s hands. “She told me she would break it!”

“What?” Jensen moved it out of the way and tossed it lightly to the side. He took his wife by the shoulders as she struggled to go after it. “What is going on?” Jensen looked over to his daughter who was in tears, standing there.

His wife continued to fight aimlessly and then stopped.

Seeing the defeated look on her face, Jensen turned toward his daughter.

“She’s cheating on you.” YN gasped for air. “She said she would break Grandpa’s guitar if I told you, but I didn't tell him, Mom. We were just talking about the guitar, that’s all, Mom.” YN rambled all of her words out. “I saw her kissing a guy in the kitchen, and I had to not tell you or she would destroy the guitar!”

Jensen let go of his wife. YN saw his face change from confusion to anger.

“Get. Out.” He seethed. Jensen stared at her until his wife moved.

“Fine. If I can’t break your heart with the guitar, I’ll let you in on a little secret, husband of mine. YN’s not yours."

A silence washed over the room.

Kayla continued, "I’ve cheated the whole time we’ve been married and you were too clueless to notice. “

Jensen and YN looked at each other.

“I never wanted kids. But you got your wish. Here ya go, there’s a kid for you, Jensen.” She emphasized the last word.

YN ran out of the room.

“GET THE HELL OUT.” Jensen ordered his wife. “Your things will be on the porch tonight. Goodbye.” He took her purse from a side table and threw it so that she could catch it. “Leave.”

Jensen passed her and went up the stairs to catch up to his daughter. Hearing her wails and sobs, he opened her door.

Showing tears of his own, he engulfed her. Not knowing if it was her mom or her dad, she fought back, flailing. “It’s me. Calm down, it’s me.” Jensen calmed her. "I got you, baby. Daddy's got you.”

They both cried for a long time.

After a while, YN asked, “Do you still love me?” and looked up at him.

“What?” Jensen backed away to see her face. “I love you always. Don’t you worry.” He stroked her back.

Hours later, Jensen made sure YN was asleep in her room before he called his friend.

“Jared, I-I need you to come over.”

Jared heard the uneasiness in his voice. Without question, Jared agreed and came as soon as he could.

The two men stayed up all night talking, Jared supporting Jensen with whatever he needed.

“You need to go to bed. I’ll take care of her. She and I will be fine. Go rest.” Jared nodded toward the hallway.

“I can’t sleep in that bed, Jared.”

“So sleep in the guest room. You need to sleep. I’ll drag you there if I have to.” He nudged his friend.

“Okay, okay.”

“I’ll crash on the couch. I’m sure as hell not as tired as you. Go.”

“Fine, see you in a bit.”

A few minutes later, YN saw Jared from the steps.

“Uncle Jared!” YN gasped. She ran down the stairs and into his arms. Jared turned the TV off.

“I know, I know.” He whispered. “Your dad told me,” he tried to calm her.

She was about to start crying again when he looked at her in the eyes.

“No. You can do this. No crying.”

YN whined into his shirt.

“I know, I know,” he affirmed her. “You’re still ours no matter what.”

Still being exhausted from the previous day’s events, YN fell asleep against her uncle’s chest.

“Hey, YN.” Jared woke her up. “Look who came over.” YN turned toward the door to see Danneel taking off her shoes.

“Dee!” YN smiled. Having her friend there was a relief.

“Hi, sweetie. Jared called me, he thought having a few friends around might help a little bit.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. With Jared on one side and Danneel on the other side, the three leaned into each other.

The two adults let YN snuggle with them until she was calm again.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Danneel said after some time.

“Mom hated me. I didn’t know she didn’t want to have kids. I feel so bad. And Dad isn’t my dad? What am I supposed to do with that?” YN looked to the woman.

“You live your life. He is still your dad. He doesn’t love you any less.”

“I hate my mom.” YN sighed. “She hurt my dad.”

“She hurt you too,” Jared joined in. “Don’t worry about him, we’ll take care of your dad.” He smiled down at her.

“It’s already the afternoon. Let’s get something to eat" said Danneel, standing up, "YN, go wake up your dad, he needs to eat too.”

"Okay,” YN agreed.

“Come on, Jared. Let’s go.” Danneel took the man’s arm and led him to the kitchen.

Looking back, Jensen could recognize the warning signs of what had happened between his wife and the rest of them. YN had seen it too, but she couldn’t express it like Jensen could.

Having spent so much time together and consoling YN, Danneel and Jensen became closer.

Kayla deserted her daughter and husband with the occasional mean phone call to her husband when she felt extra angry.

After their divorce was final, Danneel and Jensen sat down with YN to discuss their new relationship.

“We have something to tell you,” Jensen started.

“Are you guys dating?”

The two adults froze.

“Finally. I won the bet,” YN clapped with glee.

“What?” Danneel asked confused.

“Jared and I had a bet about when you guys would get together.” YN beamed. “He owes me dinner now.”

“So you’re okay with it?” Jensen grinned.

“Of course!” She ran into his arms.

“I know your birthday was a few weeks ago, and I hope you won’t be upset with me…” Jensen slowed.

“Umm. Okay?”

“It seems like your mom hasn’t been very nice lately, and I thought she may be pulling our legs about something," said a nervous Jensen.

YN gave him a questionable look.

He sighed and continued, "So, I got a paternity test, and it turns out that I am your biological dad.” He beamed.

“Wait, what? But Mom said-”

“Your mom was upset, sweetie. She used something against me to make me not like you, but it didn’t work. You’re mine, okay? You always were, are, and will be.”

YN grinned. “REALLY?”

“Promise.”

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The Sunflower and His Star

Bucky Barnes x Reader Soulmate AU

(Hello Sunflower Part 13)

Summary: What happens when you and Bucky are framed for the murder of a Wakadian King?

Warnings: mentions of death, interrogation and a couple of cuss words

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Ok guys this is the final chapter of the main storyline. I have a couple of Ideas for some offshoot chapters that are more like drabbles, but otherwise, this fic is done. Well after I add the Wanda and Vision chapter. I will be going back and making some changes, especially after watching The Winter Soldier tonight and seeing some inconsistencies.

Please let me know if you have any drabble requests. I will probably put them under a different heading just to keep it all clean and clear.

Thank yall for reading!!!

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It’s been 2 weeks since the trial, you and Bucky have spent the majority of that time within the confines of the tower, with the small exception of running to your favorite coffee shop a couple of blocks away. The morning starts off like any other, you wake up way too early and go for a run, leaving Bucky to sleep in for once. You are walking to the kitchen passing through the common room when your attention is caught by the headline of the TV. You freeze, Wakanda’s King and other dignitaries are dead after an explosion at the Vienna international center. You see the photo that shows the suspected culprits and you collapse into the chair behind you. The two people running from the scene look like you and Bucky because of course, they do.

“Friday, could you please ask Tony to come here.” your voice is shaky as you call out to the AI. “Tell him it’s urgent.”

“Yes, ma’am”

It takes Tony all of two minutes to come rushing into the room.

“Friday said you called for me and that it’s important.” He speaks between deep breaths, showing just how quickly he ran at your summons. You just point at the TV and the breaking news displayed.

“Fuck,” is the first word that comes from his mouth after a moment of stunned silence, “wait, wait wait. That’s not possible, you were here that day, we watched Lord of the Rings with Cap and his girl.”

“Right,” you agree, “since neither of us had seen them before. Although I’m pretty sure Bucky read the Hobbit when it came out, cause he’s ancient.” you allow yourself a small amount of humor in the face of this news. If you didn’t have humor you would have given up a long time ago.

“Then it’s fine you have alibis. And Friday as proof.” He says as if it were the simplest thing ever.

“But will anyone believe us? Our alibi is that we stayed in our room all week and then had a movie marathon with three people who would probably lie for us anyway. Nat was there with the new King and she texted me and told me he’s pissed and will do anything to find his dad’s killer, which as of now everyone believes to be me and Buck.”

You are trying to keep your hands from shaking, you couldn’t have one fucking day without some new bullshit popping up, could you? At that moment Tony’s phone begins to ring, he looks at it and then at you with a grimace. You just wave for him to answer it, you knew this was going to happen. Once he finishes the call he looks at you.

“That was King T'Challa, he said he would like to speak with you both in person.”

“Fine,” you answer, keeping your voice firm, “but he has to come here, I’m not going somewhere I don’t know to speak with someone who wrongly believes that I killed their dad. I’ve had enough torture to last a lifetime.”

He nods at your words, agreeing. “That’s what I told him, he said he would be here in 30 minutes.” You shake your head at his words.

“How the fuck will he be here in… you know I don’t even care right now. Let me just go wake up the grizzly bear and we will have a calm uneventful talk with the Monarchy.”

You trudge to your room and open the door. The sight of Bucky sprawled out across the bed relaxes you enough to smile. You step up to him and sit on the edge, tracing his face lightly to wake him up. He’s used to you waking him up like this so he doesn’t freak out.

“Morning,” He gives you a dopey smile with his eyes closed before immediately sitting up at the look on your face, hands coming up to cradle your cheeks, “What happened?”

“We’ve been framed for a crime and now the king of Wakanda wants to talk to us about whether or not we killed his father.” You whisper.

“Fuck.” He wipes a hand across his mouth, “When will he get here?” You hate how resigned he sounds.

“We have about thirty minutes so I’d get dressed if I were you, I’ll go make some breakfast.”

You leave him to get ready and walk to the kitchen to start making some eggs and bacon, might as well have a good breakfast since the rest of your day will probably be shit.

There is an alert from Friday that an aircraft holding the king and his warriors has landed on the roof. You take a deep breath and continue to drink your coffee, there is no reason for you to be anxious you did nothing wrong. The guests march into the room, straight to where you and Bucky are sitting.

“Come we need to speak with you.” Says the man at the front of the group. You immediately realize that he must be the King. You are surprised by how muscular he is, Wakanda must value strength in their culture.

“I’m not going anywhere, whatever you want to ask us you can ask us here. We agreed to answer your questions, not to be taken away and interrogated.” You speak as evenly as you can, looking straight into the angry eyes in front of you. You can see his hand clench and the warriors behind him grasping their spears tighter. Tony steps in between the two of you.

“I invited you here for a civilized conversation, not an interrogation.” He speaks calmly yet firmly.

“Screw that, these two soldiers killed my father and countless others. I will have justice for their crimes.” He is practically vibrating with anger at Tony’s words.

“I will admit that we have done terrible things, but I swear that this isn’t one of them,” Bucky says standing and placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Do you have proof of that?” One of his warriors steps forward to speak.

"Well-” You turn towards her as you speak “-for 3 days ago we have the witness of a priest, a judge, and about 20 others."

"A priest?" The King’s voice is full of confusion.

"Yes, a priest, we got married 3 days ago and since then have stayed confined to our room for a stay-in honeymoon, other than a movie night last night with three other people that Friday will be able to provide you with a record of." You are calm as you speak, you have been through worse things than this.

“Who is Friday and who are your witnesses for this movie night?” The Warrior demands, obviously, the King trusts her, or else he wouldn’t let her interrupt so often.

“Friday is Tony's AI and the witnesses are Tony, Captain American, and Cap's soulmate.” He isn’t going to like that, honestly, if you were him you wouldn’t like it either, it’s too convenient.

“Well, how can I trust them? One is your brother, one is the Winter soldier’s best friend and the other is Captain America's soulmate, she will say whatever he asks her to.” he spat, you couldn’t help but snort at his words.

“You obviously haven’t met her.”

You finally agree to go into separate rooms and speak with one of the warriors, but they were not allowed to keep their weapons. After being asked an insane amount of questions you finally decided that you are done, you had done nothing wrong and Bucky needs you.

“If you are quite finished asking the same 5 questions worded differently over and over, I would like to see my husband.” You are over being patient with them, it was getting you nowhere.

"Your husband? You and the soldier are married?” She looks at you incredulously.

“Yes I believe we mentioned this when you all got here, it is known to happen between soulmates. We got married 3 days ago in the tower, not that it is any of your business, and considering neither of us have done anything against you or your country I would like to see him.”

“You and the Winter Soldier are soulmates? Why haven’t you told anyone?”

“Yes we are soulmates and all the important people in our lives do know. We don’t make things like that public knowledge since Hydra can and will use it against us. Now I am going to go see my husband. And his name is Bucky”

Without waiting for an answer you walk out the door and head down the hallway towards the raised voice of the person questioning Bucky.

You step through the door without knocking and the sight before you almost breaks you. The warrior is yelling at Bucky while he stared blankly forward, you had only seen him like this a couple of times before. He is stuck in his memories and is accepting all blame for something he isn’t responsible for. You walk straight to him and place your hand on his shoulder, letting him know that you are there for him. The lady's yelling stops as soon as you step forward and she instead begins to glare at you.

“What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the other room?” She doesn’t hide the malice in her voice. You can understand if you thought that someone had killed someone you loved you too would do anything to catch the killer.

“Well considering that we did nothing wrong and I am the one who lives here I decided that we are done being interrogated.” Speaking quickly and firmly to the warrior, you defend your soulmate. “You see my husband and I were here at Stark tower when this tragedy happened. We decided to have a couple of days at home to relax since 2 weeks before I had been kidnapped and tortured by a man I believed to be my father for the first 25 years of my life.” The volume of your voice slowly increases as the ridiculousness of the situation and your life sink in. “Then I was questioned in front of the entire United States about crimes that I was forced to commit when brainwashed by HYDRA. Which most people believed was destroyed during WWII when in fact it was hidden inside of SHIELD. We decided, as many soulmates do, to get married and we haven’t left the tower in 5 days, if you won’t take my word for it, Tony’s AI Friday has full records of everyone coming and going from the tower as well as surveillance. But for now, you have done enough and I would like to take my husband to our room. I don’t care if you insist on surveillance in fact I expect it from you at this point. But we are done here and you can speak with Tony for anything else you may require."

You don’t allow her to interrupt, you are so fucking done at this point. You turn to Bucky, who still hasn’t moved once you had thoroughly reprimanded the woman in front of you and the King you knew to be watching through Friday. You crouch in front of your soulmate and gently place your hand on his cheek.

“Hey Sunflower, I need you to come back to me. At least walk with me to our room.” he nods at your request and you both slowly stand and walk out of the room.

You gently tug Bucky into your room, pulling him to the bed and having him sit. You crouch back down in front of him and take his hands.

“Bucky,” your voice is soft and you try to pull him back, “Sunflower, please come back to me. The sun is up and your dreaming is done, my love. You aren’t there, you haven't hurt anyone, and no one here will harm you.” You can see his eyes start to focus back on you, pulling him out of the memories that he had been caught up in.

“Sorry.” His voice is raspy from being so caught up in his memories, he sounded as if he had cried for days.

“No need to apologize to me my love, we are ok." As soon as you say this there is a knock on the door. You look over Bucky who gives you a nod before heading to the door. Clicking the button on the inside a screen pops up showing who is on the other side. You sigh and open the door.

"King T'Challa, is there something we can do for you?" Exhaustion seeps into your voice, it truly had been a long day.

“I wanted to apologize for how we have treated you both the past couple of hours. We received word that they caught the Hydra operatives that actually caused the explosion. I apologize for any harm we may have caused to either of you.” His eyes strayed to Bucky as he spoke.

“Apology accepted, I understand why you did what you did, and I hope that we can work together in the future. Goodnight, your majesty.”

He nodded at you and took his leave. You step back over to the bed where Bucky is sitting still a little out of it.

"Did you hear him Sunflower? They caught the operatives that caused the explosion. We are safe again love.” He nods at you, eyes glassy, voice soft as he speaks.

“She brought up something from my past and I couldn’t stop the flood of memories taking over. All the terrible things I’ve done, how can you stand to look at me?” He finally looks at you, his eyes swimming with guilt. It had been a while since you had seen Bucky look this vulnerable.

“I have done terrible things too, my love, there is nothing that you have done that could ever make me love you less. You should know that by now.” You take his face in your hands and gently kiss his forehead before straddling him and pulling him close. You both stay this way for a long time before finally laying down and falling asleep.

You are awoken in the morning by a knocking on your door. Padding over you are greeted by T'Challa standing in a pair of black robes.

“Hello,” you say, your confusion obvious, “what can I do for you?”

"I wanted to speak with you. I spoke with Tony and Steve and they explained what happened to you and to Bucky. I think I may have a way to make this up to you and to help you both." You stare at him in confusion,

"How?"

"My sister. Shuri has discovered a way to erase the trigger words that Hydra programmed into you. She has asked that you join us in Wakanda so that we can help you as means of apology in our treatment of you both."

You can’t hear his next words over the blood rushing in your ears. They might be able to erase the words? Your head starts to spin at the thought.

"You can get rid of the words? They wouldn't be able to brainwash us again?" you finally get out after a moment of stunned silence.

"We believe so."

"Ok let's discuss this over breakfast. I’ll get Bucky and we will be there in a moment."

You decided after a month in Wakanda that you really liked Shuri, she was wicked smart and took no shit. She explained to you both how the treatment would work once you arrived. She admitted that it may be painful to which Bucky stated that you can both deal with pain. The treatment included testing the words and the effect that they have on you. Bucky would talk to you at night about how it was going for him and he told you something interesting about it. He explained to you that when Shuri used the words it felt different, and since she didn't immediately give him orders he was in a bit of a limbo where he was able to speak with the soldier. It was strange for him, it made him realize that the soldier had no choice either and that the soldier was and is a part of him. In between sessions you would both go and train, occasionally with T'Challa, but mainly alone. During these sessions, Bucky would practice bringing the soldier forward without letting him take control. You watched as Bucky changed, he was no longer as lost as he had been, he was more confident, more sure of himself. The words began to affect him less and less and you found yourself enjoying the time in your little hut out of the way. Life was more peaceful than either of you had ever experienced.

Six months later you and Bucky are sitting in a hut with Ayo as she tells you that you are both free. Free from the control of Hydra. You almost can’t believe it, you haven’t been free a day of your life, not with the constant fear of Hydra remaking you into their puppet. She said your trigger words to you and you felt nothing, you could both still access the soldiers, they are and always will be a part of you, but they can no longer take control. The winter soldier can no longer take control of Bucky. You stare at him, the unfiltered joy and disbelief on his face breaks your heart. This man, who so completely holds your whole heart is finally free of the hell that he has been living for over 70 years. It is true that neither of you will ever be truly free of the horrors that you have seen and the ones you committed but you will never again be forced into doing things that you don't agree with. You are free. Bucky Barnes is finally free. The Sunflower and his Star are free.

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I will adopt you.

Monsta X (Shownu) hybrid au

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 / Part7 / Part8 /…

A/N: I am going strong with this one, hope author block doesn’t hit me like the meteorite hit the dinosaurs......Anyways hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes made. Enjoy :)

Word count: 1940

Warnings: I mean ,just normal 21 century teen cussing.

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The door shut as silently as it opened. The howling snow storm was making the small shadows dance all over the living room. Snuggled in your covers you were resting like a child with no worry in sight. Relaxed and calm, you felt safe, nothing could touch you.

Cuddled in, with each breath there followed a step. One after the other a new big shadow engulfed the small snowflakes outside the apartment. It was thin and hunched like an old willow tree. It’s long hands grabbed onto the door frame of the bedroom. It’s heavy breath was loud and unnerving.

“Hey there little thing....” his breath was mixed in with the words, giving them a tint of madness and a disgusting desire of possession “You did me good awhile ago. “ he kept staring and staring ”Fast one aren’t ya.Those legs gotta stop doing that, runni-” agch!”

“Those eyes should stop doing that.” a deep voice followed the sudden hand that grabbed a hold of the man’s eyes. With the fingers of both his hands he tried to pry away from the grip, to see again. The arm holding him in place above the ground, pulled him closer to the owner “You should be careful next time when you turn those disgusting things in her direction, not to mention looking.”

“W-who for fucks sake are you?! She doesn’t have a boyfriend and lives alone.” the man’s legs were swinging from side to side, his elbows flapping around still trying to remove the iron clasp from his head. But the more he tried the tighter it got. One could almost hear his skull giving in to the pressure of both sides of his head.

“Oh so you are a stalker now.How did you get in?”

“I have no obligation to tell you.”

“We will see about that.” with just a few steps your fluffy and cute Nunu closed the door to your bedroom and opened the closest window. With a swing of his arm the man was floating mid air, his body completely hanging outside the apartment building.

“I know the law! I know my rights!You aren’t allowed to do this!”

“Oh really.” he moved one of his fingers letting the scumbag take a good look at how far the ground was. His eyes widened, body trembling as his legs swung trying to cling to something for safety “Your law doesn’t involve me, the rules I follow give me full power of your measly life. That woman inside is mine and here you are walking in on my territory.” the wind covered his face but the golden light looked like a jack-o-lantern flashing in the distance of a storm.

“What are you?!” his throat tearing apart as the words escaped

“How about you tell me how you got in and I will answer your question.” The big frame and hand, the eye-color and pure strength felt inhuman

“I-I” he was stumbling over his words “I made-e a spare k-key.”

“How many times have you been in here?”

“Only a few I swear! I haven’t done anything-g to her!!!” the creep was scratching at Nunu’s strong arm, but there was no traces of anything onto his skin

“If you had, I would have cut that arm of yours and thrown it to the dogs.”

“Who the fuck are you!?”

“Me? Well, it was a fair exchange of information.” the light of his eyes illuminated the disgusting man’s face. As he slowly removed one finger after the other, the height became even more clear to the victim-to-be “I am your end.” there was a moment where everything froze in time. The moon gave one last light, illuminating the big sharp teeth, the golden color now engraved into the almost squished brain of the man. He couldn’t take his eyes off his killer as his body kept going down and down, until *THUD*...it had nowhere else to go.

Soon after the window was closed again and sounds of the storm once more ruled over the dark night. With a small amount of power the double key to your apartment was crushed to fine specks of nothingness.

The hours rolled one after the other and the sun soon pushed passed the moon and shined over the land beneath itself. Twelve came and went, so did one pm and then 2, 3 when you finally felt the need to getup. Slowly your body rose from the comfort of the covers and your eyes fluttered open like small butterflies. You stretched a bit and jumped out of bed.

With a happy jump in your step ,you made your way towards the kitchen.

“Breakfast, breakfast.” singing the word over and over again, you flipped a few pancakes and placed them on a huge plate “Now it’s time for Nunu, Nunu.” his name also turned into a morning song, as you cooked up some veggies and meat real quick.

Everything was done and plated, when you sat down and stabbed pretty aggressively the delicious looking pancake that you couldn’t just wait and devour.

“Nunu!” you yelled out “Breakfast!”

“I heard the first time.” a big hand grabbed a hold of your wrist and pulled the fork back behind your ear. The sudden motion scared you and you fell of the chair looking directly at a man, standing tall and pretty naked.

“Omg Omg Omg Omg Omg Omg Omg! It’s a naked man in my house, naked man in my house!” looking to the side, you covered with one hand your face as you kept repeating over and over again the same words.

“Last night you didn’t seem to care much if I had clothes on.” his comment brought you back in seconds to what happened the night before all this.Memories flooded your now rested self and you began slowly to understand....it wasn’t a dream. The creep and also your-

“Nunu!” jumping up you pointed at him, but looked away again noticing once more how naked he actually was “Wait!” grabbing the cover off the couch, you threw it at him “Put that on.”

After some time you found yourself walking side to side in front of the now covered Nunu and the naked couch his body was resting on.

“So my dog, that I adopted 2 days ago turned into a man, a damn big one. How tall are you?” he shrugged and you continued “Not to mention saved me from that dude that creeps everyone out.....I sat on your lap!!!” a sudden blush rushed onto your face, which you tried to chase away by talking even more and even faster “The vet never told me that during full moons my pet turns human.” there was a small pause “Are you a werewolf?Am I allowed to say that? Is it racist for like ummm... ”

“No, I am a hybrid, but in the past your kind categorized mine as werewolves. I go by both, not that picky.”

“Wow.” collapsing on the floor you were trying to get a grip on yourself “Nunu...I mean....I can’t call a grown man Nunu that is strange! What is your name?”

“Born Son Hyunwoo, but everyone just called me Shownu. For short i guess.” you kept nodding as he spoke “Look, I can leave if y-” his words were cut off when you suddenly stood up and cupped his cheeks with a slight slapping sound echoing

“NO!...I mean don’t. I remember very well what I said last night and I meant every word.” pulling back you flashed him the same smile “ You are a part of my family now, my Nunu-ach.” the name got stuck on your throat “I guess I should call you Shownu in this form. More fitting I guess. “ clapping your hands you eyed him up and down “Speaking of fitting we gotta get you some clothes.”

Your dad left some of his, last time he visited since your mom filled the luggage up with stuff she bought for her friends as souvenirs. They were somewhat ok on him, but super funny looking so you tried your best to sneak a gigantic man during the most busiest time of the day through the back alleys. You pushed Shownu in the first store that caught your eye and left him in the changing rooms, just in case someone saw how bad he was dressed. Three piles of clothes later, you had some things that he liked and looked amazing on him.

The moment you stepped out of the store, you felt like such a release of stress, no more sneaking around for the day. He was quite big and looking up at him was enough for you to realize he wasn’t human. Tall and muscular build and that dreamy face of his. Catching yourself in thirsty thoughts made you slap your cheeks, stunning the man in his step.

You were almost home, when a sudden idea popped into your head. “Wait here I will right back.” and you ran off somewhere. Shownu waited and waited, but began getting worried about you, so he followed your scent just to find you talking with a lady.

“Y/N?” he asked and the woman giggled upon seeing him

“Your boyfriend maybe?”

“Ah no.” the woman slapped your shoulder

“Aw don’t be shy sweetie, I was young once too.Oh wow.” she began squeezing Shownu’s arms “What a strong young man, you got a good one.” with a wink she said her goodbyes and left. The boy looked at you with a lonely puppy look in his eyes.

“Were you worried?” his face got serious again, but he nodded once making you suddenly feel a warm feeling. Taking your time, both of you started walking towards the building again. “By the way!” his attention was all on you “That lady is my neighbor from the 2nd floor. Do you know what she told me?”Shownu shook his head “So apparently one of the guards found that creep from last night next to the bins behind the building. He apparently fell off some floor. If it weren’t for the pile of snow under him, he would have been dead. He was apparently talking all kinds of nonsense and they took him to a mental hospital. The police are investigating it all now.”

“Oh really? That is strange.” his tone was the same, no emotion in it.

“Yeah.Wanna buy some food since you now look 5 times the pup I had yesterday?” upon hearing the word food Shownu jumped up and you could see his eyes glowing.You could have sworn there was a tail going left and right behind him. His dog manners were obvious even in this form. He followed you into the store and walked right next to you looking at all the things inside. His eyes glistened each time you put something in the basket. After awhile you started to have trouble carrying it, when Shownu reached out and grabbed it.

“Don’t worry about this and just buy things, I will keep this close for you.”

You were walking from one section to the other, looking at prices, ingredients. Shopping never felt so easy. Paying fast Shownu picked up the bags and started walking next to you. You two were having small talk, but you soon noticed that his eyes weren’t moving from the small bag you hand around your wrist. The expression he was making, made you giggle to yourself, it was just so cute.

“I will show you when we get home.” with a jump in your step you informed the interested boy.

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years

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What do you usually eat for breakfast? Scrambled eggs with spinach and cheese. And coffee, duh. When was the last time you seen your best friend? I see my mom everyday, all the time since we live together. What was the last good movie you watched? I recently rewatched Endgame and Aladdin (the new live action one), both of which are really good. Especially Endgame. Still gets me in the feels. Do you rent movies at a store or on your tv? We sometimes rent from Redbox (the red box thingies with DVDs at grocery stores. I think there’s also Bluebox, too, in some places), but usually we watch on Netflix or rent from Amazon Prime. Have you ever thought about getting Netflix? We’ve had it for years. What do you order on your sundae? I haven’t had a sundae in years, but I liked to just get vanilla ice cream with strawberry syrup. I don’t care for sprinkles. Do you like whipped cream and nuts on it? I like whipped cream and some nuts in general, but I didn’t put either one on my sundaes. *shrug* I’m a simple gal.

How often does your family have cookouts? We did them a lot when I was a kid. My dad used to BBQ quite a bit during the summer and my extended family all got together for BBQs quite often as well. We haven’t done that in years, though. Does anybody in your family have cancer? My papa and one of my cousins both had skin cancer, but they’re fortunately both in remission. What is one genre of music you refuse to listen too? I don’t outright refuse any, but I don’t like techno/EDM/Clubhouse music type stuff. Who is your favorite singer? I don’t have one particular favorite. There are many artists and bands that I enjoy. What is the title of the last book you read? It’s still Burying the Honeysuckle Girls by Emily Carpenter, which has been my answer for months now. I keep meaning to start reading again, but it hasn’t happened, yet. I go through phases where I read a lot and knockout several books and then go awhile without reading at all. I love to read, so I don’t know what my issue is. Do you even read? I do, I just haven’t the last few months. Is your Bzoink account profile decorated? I don’t have one. If so, what’s the backround of? Do you drink Mcdonalds sweet tea? I used to. I haven’t had it in probably almost 10 years, though. Do you like melted cheese on your eggs? Yessss. What do you eat on your popcorn? Butter and salt are absolute musts. Also, this one theater I go to has garlic parm seasoning stuff that is SO good. What do you do on a sunny day? I don’t do anything different, I just do them while complaining about being hot and feeling miserable from the heat. I’m not a summer or outdoorsy person. Do you moisturize everyday? No, but I really should. How long does it take you to get ready for your day? If I’m going somewhere then I just fix my hair (or throw on a hat), brush my teeth, change my clothes, put on deodorant, and put on my shoes. Bam. Done. I very, very rarely bother with makeup anymore or doing anything with my hair other than braid it, put it in a pony tail, throw a hat/beanie on. Do you ever have lazy days? Everyday? But honestly, it’s more that I don’t have energy or motivation to do much of anything. I own up to the fact that I can be lazy, but that’s not the main reason. It seems like laziness on the surface, but it’s deeper than that. Is your bedroom clean right now? It’s a little cluttery right now and it’s driving me nuts. I need to find the energy and motivation to clean up a bit and get rid of some stuff. That’s my main issue with my room I just have too much stuff and not enough space for it. What is one simple word that you usually can never spell? I don’t know if it’s considered “simple”, but for some reason I can’t ever get “omnepoenia” on the first try. <<< That’s my attempt and it’s way off lol. “Onomatopoeia“ is how you spell it. I don’t know why I can’t seem to remember that. I guess maybe because it’s a word I never use except for when I’m asked this question, ha. Do you flip the pillow over for the cold side? Yeah. Do you always have to sleep with a blanket? I haven’t used a blanket most of this summer. What are some things you do before you go to bed? Listen to ASMR and do some surveys. Do you like late night phone conversations? I don’t like talking on the phone at all. Does your room have a blacklight? No. What color are your walls? White. Do you heat up your syrup when you have pancakes or do you like it cold? I just pour it right from the bottle. It doesn’t taste cold to me, but maybe that’s cause the pancakes are the warm. What do ever add anything to your pancakes/waffles? Just butter and syrup. What is your favorite candle scent? Autumnal ones. Are you on any types of medication right now? Just a pain medication. Have you ever suffered from depression? I do suffer from depression and have since I was about 12 or 13. It’s definitely been at its absolute worst these past 4 years. On average, how many surveys do you think you take a day? A lot. haha. Ya’ll already know. Does your town have flea markets? Yeah. What is your favorite sport? None. Do you like to talk on the phone? Nope. Who do you text the most? I rarely text at all, but when I do it’s with one of my parents or my brother. Are you out of school yet? I graduated college back in 2015. Are you watching anybody graduate this year? No. What are your school colors? What makes you smile more than anything? My doggo. If you could change one thing about the past, what would you change? So many things... If you could only eat one thing every single day what would it be? I’ve had a sandwich everyday for lunch for the past 3 months. Do you like spicy things? I used to be obsessed, but I can’t eat spicy foods anymore. D: Do you ever go to Starbucks? Yeah, pretty often. What is the most expensive thing you own? My laptop. What kind of car do you drive? I don’t drive. How long have you had your license? I don’t have my license. What grades do you usually get? I got As and Bs. Do you swim or lay out when your at the beach? I just relax and soak it all in. I love just looking out at the ocean or closing my eyes while listening to the waves crash in. Do you ever get drunk with friends? I used to. I don’t drink anymore, though. It’s been 6 years since the last time. What was the craziest moment of your life? There’s been a few of those moments I’d say. Have you ever spent the night in a hospital? Yeah. I’ve had to stay a few months in the hospital. Is love really that hard to explain? I have a hard time really explaining it. It’s just something I know and feel, but have a hard time putting into words. Describe what your wearing tomorrow: Probably the same thing I’m wearing now, ha. Describe the weather right now. It’s currently 75 F with 12mph winds. If you were having a baby boy, what would you name him? I’m not having children. What is your favorite cuss word? I don’t have a favorite. Do you have a mannnnn? Nope. If so, what’s hiiiis name? Oh by the way, what’s yours? Stephanie. What is on your feet right now? Socks. Do you hate your feet or are they cute? I don’t like them. What does your room look like? It’s a bit cluttery right now. There’s also a lot of giraffe stuffed animals around the room, ha. Do you ever stick your leg out of the blanket when you sleep? I do that with my arms. Do you have any tattoos? Nope. Are you patient or impatient? I’m very impatient. Everybody has that one friend who really isnt there friend, who is yours? I don’t have any friends. Do you ever hang out with somebody just for a ride? No. What time do you wake up in the morning usually? Lately it’s been 10ish, sometimes 11. What is the first thing you do when you wake up? Check the time. Do you eat right away or do you have to wait awhile? No it takes like an hour for me to finally drag myself outta bed for coffee. Then I like to just drink my coffee, read my daily devotional, and check social media for awhile first before I eat. Who makes you smile, no matter what? My doggo. What do you do when your sad? So what do I do everyday: Tumblr, surveys, watch TV, watch YouTube, check social media, sleep... Reading, coloring, listening to music, and playing my Nintendo Switch get thrown into the mix sometimes as well. Where do you spend most of your time? In my room on my bed. Do you ever watch scary movies by yourself? Yeah. It’s so funny because a few short years ago I would never. Like, I wasn’t even really into scary movies because I was a big scardy cat. That changed in recent years; though, and now I love ‘em. Do you drink energy drinks? Just Starbucks Doubleshot. Describe what’s on your floor right now. A stack of some medical supplies. Do you have any pets? Yes, I have a doggo. If so, what are they doing right now? She’s sleeping on her couch. Is there anybody in the room with you? Nope. Do you like chicken snack wraps from Mcdonalds? I’ve never had one. Do you drink coffee fraps? [yuck] I like frappes, but it’s been awhile since I’ve had one. Where are you from? California. Have you ever moved? To a different city for a short time when I was a baby, but that’s it. If you mean houses, then I’ve moved like 4 or 5 times, but only once that I’m old enough to remember. What is your favorite youtube video? I have a lot. ok, 90 questions .. is that enough? Sure. Siiiiike, I foooled you - Can you take a joke? I’m not bothered by the fact there’s not 90 questions so yeah I don’t care. What is your favorite song from the 90’s? I have many. If you could meet any celeb who would it be? Alexander Skarsgard. Which celeb would you like to smack in the face? I don’t want to smack anyone. Lady Gaga : creep or badass Why would she be considered a creep? lol. Anyway, I like some of her music and she seems pretty cool. Do you have a poker face? In certain situations. Have you ever played texas hold em - If so, did you like it? I’ve never played. What do you do to pass the time when your bored? I’ve already listed recently all the things I do each day and it’s the same whether I’m bored or not. Are you ever bored or are you easily entertained? I get bored, but generally I’m content doing my usual things I do each day. Somedays; though, even those things just don’t cut it and the days seem to drag extra slow and I’m not in the mood to do anything at all. Which friend is most like you? I don’t have any friends. Do you have a lot of things hanging on your wall? I have a few things. Do you think your pretty or ugly? rate yourself 1-10. I think I’m pretty ugly. ha. Because, you know every guy is looking for a dime piece, right? Not every guy is only concerned with looks. Was you a ugly kid back then but banging now? I thought I was a cute kid until middle school. HA, I’m definitely not “banging” now. Are you a rude bitter person? I can certainly be bitter. Sometimes I do get short or snippy when I’m in my moody moods, but I wouldn’t say I’m a rude person in general. What color is your house phone? One is white and the other is black. Do you have a answering machine if so, what does it say? Yeah. It’s just one of the automated ones that was already programmed on there. How do you like your toast? Browned, but not burnt, with butter. How many candles are in the room that your in? 4. That’s a lot for someone who never lights candles lol. Does your bedroom have a computer in it? Yep, this laptop right here that I’m on. What color is the computer your using right now? It’s silver with a rose gold protective case. What is your favorite muffin? Banana (without the nut), blueberry, and lemon poppyseed.

Do you ever drink kool-aid? I did when I was a kid. Do you consider yourself healthy? No. Do you take all your vitamins daily? No. I’m supposed to... What is something you use everyday besides a bathtub etc? My laptop. How many times do you brush your teeth a day? Once. Do you think you have a pretty smile? No. Are you confident? No. Well, I am pretty confident and this survey is over :) Okay.

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The Nanny Chapter 5

Chapter 5 [Harrison Osterfield X Reader]

Pairing: Harrison O x reader (Tom in a starring role)

Warnings: Cuss words (sorry, I ain’t no lady)

Plot: Y/N is the nanny for the Downey family. She loves her job and can’t wait to see what the future holds for her. Maybe a boy with breathtaking blue eyes?

Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Shit. Shit shit shit shit. Is all Y/N kept thinking. Had Susan and Robert seen her talking to Tom and Harrison? Did they know she had their numbers? She immediately panicked and blocked both numbers and deleted their conversations out of her phones. She went one step even further- she changed their names in her phone. She tried to clean up her mess as much as possible.

Once she was completed with her task, she finally allowed her mind to catch up with what was happening- she nearly got fired and is now being accused of breaching her contract. She felt like she should just curl up and sleep forever. She also felt like she would never be able to sleep.

She felt so dumb, thinking that Susan and Robert would not be watching her every move. She knew she needed to just keep her head down and just do her job. However, she first needed to sleep.

3 AM

Well, I guess I am not sleeping Y/N thought bitterly as she got up. She decided to just start getting ready, taking her time. She would get everything ready, make a nice meal, etc. She slowly got ready, in no rush at all. Once she was completed, it was nearly 5, much too early to wake anyone up. She decided to go downstairs to the den and read a book she had been wanting to read for a while.

She curled up with her book and began to make her way thru the story. She had just gotten to a major plot twist when she heard someone coming down the stairs. Not knowing who it was, she quickly closed her book and sat up.

It was Robert who was up so early, moving around the kitchen to prepare his morning drink. The man did not seem to notice Y/N and she was trying to figure out how to get up without startling him.

“Good morning” she said, sitting in one of the chairs at the kitchens island.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?” He questioned.

“Like a baby” she said, not wanting anyone to worry about her.

“Aw yes. I remember when Avri used to get up at 3 am” Robert said, sending her a knowing look.

“Oh my. I am so sorry, I had no idea I was that loud” Y/N said, praying she did not wake up the entire family.

“You weren’t, I’m just a light sleeper” Robert said, taking along sip of his drink.

“I’m going to make breakfast, anything in particular you want?” Y/N said, heading to the refrigerator to see what she could use to make breakfast.

“You don’t have to make us anything, we can cook for ourselves” Robert said, looking out the window.

“Oh I know, I just wanted to do something nice” Y/N said, putting eggs in a bowl with some milk.

“You don’t have to, you do plenty already. Must be weird, watching the children of people who could do it themselves.”

“Sometimes, but I know you both are incredibly busy and you both have demanding careers.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” Robert sassed. Y/N simply laughed before popping some bacon into the pan. She then turned on the skillet to cook potatoes. “You really don’t have to cook for us. We have a chef that is on-call for us.”

“I know, but I need to do something, anything really. I need to keep going or I’m gonna crash.”

“That I understand, but seriously, relax okay? We aren’t going to turn around and fire you, we stand by our words” Y/N allowed herself to relax every so slightly with Robert’s words, but not enough to completely relax.

“Would you mind watching this Robert? I’m gonna go get both kids up” Y/N asking, indicating the cooking food in front of her.

“How about I got round up the squirts and you keep cooking? There’s a reason we have a chef- I am terrible at cooking” Robert said, letting out a laugh. Y/N chuckled along with him, giving the food her attention again.

“You have yourself a deal” Y/N said to Robert’s retreating form. She kept cooking the food, hearing the noise of the other three Downeys getting up.

Once the food was cooked, she began to plate enough for everyone, knowing that it was possible that Robert and Susan would not want any. Once she had the food prepared for the children, with ketchup for Avri and salsa for Exton.

She heard little feet come down the stairs and the squeals of children as they were being chased by Robert. Avri quickly ran to hide behind her, while Exton got caught by his father.

“Daddy no!!! Daddy put me down!” Exton cried, laughing the whole time.

“Daddy behave!” Avri yelled, laughing herself. Y/N helped get Avri settled while Robert and Exton continued to play.

Susan came downstairs, playful rolling her eyes and Robert’s and Exton’s antics. She quickly got herself a cup of coffee and sat down at her spot at the table. She began to eat, checking in on Avri.

“Robert, did the chef come by this morning? We could have done this ourselves.” Robert put Exton down in his spot at the table and took his own.

“Oh no, Y/N actually made this for us” Susan looked over at Y/N who was washing dishes.

“Really? This is quite good, maybe we have you for the wrong job” Y/N quickly dropped the dish she was washing in the sink. Robert’s head shot up, looking between the two women.

“Maybe you are right, but I love the job I have right now. Plus these two” She said, indicating Exton and Avri “make everything worth it” she said, sending a smile to the two children. She finished washing the last dish, leaving them out to dry. Y/N then began to get the bags she had ready towards the door.

“Thank you for making breakfast Y/N, you really did not have to” Robert said, prompting both Avri and Exton to say their thank yous to Y/N.

Once everyone was done, Y/N cleared off the table and loaded up the dishwasher. She then went upstairs to see what Avri and Exton were up to. Avri was grabbing her goods for the day, her favorite blanket and stuffed animals. She packed up most of it in her Avengers backpack (wonder who got that for her) and was trying to cram more coloring books in there.

“Silly girl, let me help you” Y/N said, helping re-pack everything Avri wanted for the day.

“Thank you Y/N. Can we watch more movies today?” Avri asked.

“Of course! Any movie you watch, we will watch and color in our coloring books today. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Yes! I am so excited! We are going to watch Mulan and Toy Story and Ariel and, uh whatever else I find!” Avri said, mentally planning their own day’s lineup. Y/N laughed at her antics, and went to go see if Exton had everything he needed for the tutor.

“Hey Bud, do you need any help?” Y/N said, watching the boy look around his room.

“I can’t find some of my homework, I worked on it last night with Dad” Exton said, lifting up everything in his path.

“Let me help you, what color folder does it go in?” Y/N said, scanning the room for the missing pages.

“Uhhh blue I think” Exton said. Y/N looked thoroughly through his backpack, finding the missing blue folder. Exton had a sigh of relief, quickly finishing his preparations.

Another day, another near miss Y/N thought to herself and everyone quickly headed downstairs and into the car.

Once they got to the set, Y/N took Exton over to the tutor’s building, leaving him for the day. Y/N was walking back to the Downey’s trailer when she heard the undeniable sound of a dog squeaky toy. When she turned to enter the trailer, she saw Avri playing with Tessa. Y/N sighed, knowing exactly who would be around, waiting to talk to her. God, could they seriously just leave me be? She thought and she held her head high and came around the corner. As she went to go grab Avri and go inside the trailer, she heard Harrison laughing at whatever antics Avri was pulling.

“Y/N look who came to visit!” Avri cried, showing off Tessa.

“I see that Avri, but I believe we have a Disney movie day, so we better head back inside.” Avri groaned, not wanting to leave the dog. She turned and gave Y/N her best puppy dog eyes.

“Alright fine, we can stay out for a bit, but you need sunblock chick” Y/N said, one hand already on the handle of the door leading into the trailer.

“Can I talk to you real quick?” Harrison asked, making Y/N immediately put her head down in annoyance.

“Actually no, I don’t think that is a good idea” Y/N yanked open the trailer door, closing it firmly behind her. She hoped that when she got outside that Harrison was gone, but she knew the chances of that were slim. She located the sunblock and headed back outside, knowing that Harrison was probably waiting just out the door for her.

She headed back outside, fully intended to ignore Harrison if he was there. Much to her relief, he was not there. She walked over to Avri and got her covered in sunblock, taking the time to put some on herself. Y/N then walked over to one of the lawn chairs sitting outside the trailer, making herself comfortable. She watched Avri play with Tessa, but she did not see anyone else in sight, including Tom. She thought it was odd, but maybe he and Harrison had been called to set.

Avri played with Tessa for quite a while, until Avri began to tired, along with Tessa. Y/N was not sure if she could bring Tessa into the trailer with her. She decided to just put Avri down for her nap before trying to find either Tom or Harrison. Once Avri was tucked in, baby monitor in hand, Y/N set off to quickly drop Tessa off.

It did not take her long to find Tom, as he was hanging outside his trailer. Y/N walked up, trying to think of all the ways she could handle this. She did not really trust herself to speak, so choose to just walk up with Tessa by her side. To her credit, Tessa silently followed Y/N wherever she went.

Tom looked up when Tessa came over to him, petting her and she sat down next to him.

“Thank you for bringing her back, I was about to come looking for her.”

“Absolutely no problem, she definitely helped knock Avri out for an early nap” Y/N said, turning around and walking away.

“Wait, Y/N” Y/N felt like Ella Enchanted, following their every command.

“Yes Tom? I need to head back, I am on probation after all.” Tom winced, knowing he was the cause of her stress.

“I just wanted to say I am sorry. I had no idea Robert was right there, and I definitely should have looked. I cannot tell you how sorry I am, but did you block our numbers? We tried calling you, but neither of us could get through.”

“Uh, sorry. I just needed to give my phone to break and snapped so I blocked a bunch of numbers. I am so sorry. I need to get back” as Y/N finished her last sentence, she had already began to head back.

She got back in just as Avri was waking up, stating that she was hungry. Y/N realized she was hungry as well, and began to make them lunch from what was in the trailer. Avri seemed content with what Y/N whipped up. They ate lunch and then curled up to watch a Disney movie. Avri chose, watching the movie while Y/N stared at her phone. If I changed their names, should I unblock their numbers? Realizing she had not updated her best friend since the day before, she sent an update text, seeing if she could get some advice.

She focused on the movie and Avri for the most part, checking her phone every once in a while. Her sister was texting her, letting her know about the college life.

Y/N always felt a pang of jealousy about college- her sister got a scholarship to go and Y/N never did, forcing her to leave her dreams in the dust. She tried to never hold it against her baby sister, but sometimes it was hard. She had always dreamt of going to college, getting her degree. However, she worked too many hours in high school and it caused her grades to slide. She never got a scholarship and could never afford to cover both the household bills and college tuition. She simply accepted it as a fact of life- she would never be a college graduate.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by Avri curling in her. Avri loves to cuddle, it was definitely a pastime for her. Y/N loved that Avri cuddled, since Exton was at the age where that was too babyish for him. Y/N rolled her eyes every time the little boy said it to her.

Y/N looked down at her phone, seeing a text from her best friend.

You need to call me! This is so crazy to hear! How did it get so crazy so fast?

There was a second text

Also, your bosses gave you a second chance, I think you should give those two hotties another chance ;)

Y/N chuckled, knowing her best friend was right about everything. Leaving the names as there were in her phone Jon Snow for Tom and Peter Pan for Harrison, Y/N unblocked both numbers, making sure her phone was on silent.

As expected, her screen blew up with texts and calls from both of them. She quickly deleted the missed calls, choosing to listen to the voicemails later. She texted her best friend back.

Alright alright, I unblocked them. My phone blew up, but it got done. To be honest, I’m not sure how everything blew up. I’m just so thankful I did not get fired. That would have been a real disaster. Should I text them back and let them know I unblocked them? I am definitely out of my league here.

While she was waiting for a response, Robert came into the trailer to relax for a bit. Robert has his own trailer in the so called Downey-Town, but he still liked to come in and relax with Avri.

“I see we are watching yet another classic movie here?” Robert asked, looking at the movie playing on the screen.

“She is quite passionate about her Disney movies” Y/N responded, indicating Avri in her lap. Avri was still curled up, taking a bit of a cat nap by the look of things.

“How are things today?”

“Good, Exton is at the tutor, we hung out with Tessa for a bit. Avri and I have already had lunch, but there is some leftover in the fridge if you would like some”

“Oh I’m good. I’m having lunch with Evans and Susan today. I just wanted to see what you were ladies were up to. When she wakes up, can you bring her over? We are having a long lunch.”

“Of course, she took a nap earlier, so I won’t let her sleep for more than another twenty minutes.”

“I will see you then. Can you also pick up Exton today? I think he will will be done when I am still on set.”

“Of course, and I will help him with his homework. He should not have too much today, we did a lot of his homework yesterday.”

“Thank you and I will see you in a bit” Robert said, as he walked out the trailer, closing the door behind him.

Y/N checked her phone for a message from her best friend, but there was no reply yet. However, she did continue to text with her sister. Her sister was going to be graduating soon and was thinking about moving back home for a bit while she found a job. Her sister wanted to be a veterinary assistance, so there would be some internships still needed to be done. Y/N did not know if her sister moving back home would be a good idea- she might get comfortable and never leave. It was however, not her choice, it was her sister’s, and she needed to respect whatever her sister chose to do.

She allowed her thoughts to drift until the movie ended and she realized she needed to wake up Avri. She gently nudged Avri until she woke up. Once Avri was up, Y/N got her over to where Robert and Susan were. She put Avri down, allowing her to roam around the area. Avri immediately ran over to her father, crawling up into his lap. She went down and placed down the bag she had packed for Avri, including some snacks and Avri’s coloring books.

“How are you doing little lady?” Robert said to Avri.

“I’m good Papa. I took a long nap today and I got to play with Tessa!”

“I heard, how was that?” Robert said, bouncing Avri in his lap.

“She made me so tired, I think she had to take a nap” Avri said, making the adults around her laugh.

“Y/N, do you think she woke up yet?” Avri asked Y/N.

“Oh I’m sure Avri. I’m not sure how long of a nap a dog would take” Y/N answered her.

“Well can we go see? I want to play again! Everyone else is in school!” Avri cried, clearly getting a bit bored of the adults around her. Y/N looked at her phone, noticing the time.

“How about you come with me to get your brother instead? Then you will have someone to play with” Y/N counter offered. Avri puffed her cheeks, debating her choice.

“I guess. Can I take a dolly with me?” She asked, already heading to her bag.

“Of course! We can head over there once you choose” Y/N knew Avri was going to take her time choosing her doll, as Avri saw this as serious business.

Once Avri choose a doll, Y/N grabbed her hand and then headed to go get Exton. Exton sometimes stayed later than the other kids to get help, but Y/N had not received a text letting her know that he wanted to stay.

Once they got to the trailer, Exton spotted them and walked right over. He had his backpack over his shoulder and some papers in his hands.

“Can you help me study for this?” Exton said, handing the paperwork over to Y/N to look over. She looked it over, seeing it was for a spelling bee. Verbal spelling had not been Exton’s strong point- the boy got nervous, stumbled and said the wrong letters.

“Of course darling. We shall practice over and over after your other work is done. Do you have much to do tonight?”

“Not much, I did most of it during our break.”

“Exton, I thought we talked about, you gotta take a break, and enjoy your break. Homework is for where again?” Y/N quizzed him. Exton rolled his eyes, not the first time he has gotten this lesson.

“Home, I know, but I just don’t really get along with the other kids” Exton was just not really clicking with the other kids. It was not that he was too mature or immature, they just did not have much in common.

“Well alright, as long as you are trying. Let’s go see what your Dad is up to” Y/N said, grabbing both of the kids’ hands.

Once they got back to “Downey Town” they found Robert sitting in the sunshine with Susan in his lap. They just seemed to be enjoying a quiet moment. Or they were.

“MAMA! DADDY!” Avri shrieked as she ran right towards them, dragging both Y/N and Exton with her. “Exton and I are going to play, so you can play with Y/N. Bye!” Avri said, dragging Exton off to where her toys were. Avri loved Exton, and Exton felt the same about his little sister.

“She definitely missed him today” Y/N said turning to the Downeys.

“Yes, she does. We are thinking about starting her in school next year, even though it might be a bit early” Y/N paused at this. If Avri went to school, her hours would definitely be cut, and she may even be fired. Before she could spiral Robert finished his thought. “However, we haven’t decided. We might just put her in one of those two-hour a day daycare systems instead. What do you think?” Robert said, looking at Y/N. Y/N paused, wanting to be honest, but also keep her job.

“I think a full day of school would be way too much for her, I think a shorter day would be better for now. Once she gets used to even a half day, that would make the transition much much smoother for her.”

“We still a lot to think about” Susan added, sending Robert a look. Clearly Robert has mentioned something he should not have.

“We were thinking about having some friends over tonight. Does that sound okay?” Robert said, as though Y/N lived in the house as a member of the family, not a part of the payroll.

“Of course, I’ll keep the kids upstairs.”

“Not necessary, Ruffalo and Hemsworth will be bringing over their kids. You up to helping with them?” This would not be the first time that Y/N had watched others’ kids, and for the most part, everyone’s children were really well behaved.

“Yes, they are super easy to handle. Of course.”

“Wonderful, everyone will be over around seven. Can you make sure the kids are ready by then? I am not sure what time we will be done, but the kids can pass out in the guests rooms.”

“Yeah of course. I will set up the movie room and everything. I will have to pull out the games as well” With Y/N’s answer, Robert looked over at Susan, who had been quiet during this whole interaction.

“Told you everything was going to go just fine!”

End of Chapter 5

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The Dog Days.

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I sat at my desk leaning back and forth as I read Emma’s letter. I had mentioned in a past one that I had no clue what the heck I was doing with this whole dating thing. She gave three tips:

Wait for him to kiss you first. Don’t be desperate even if he is a prince you’re still the Queen.

Remember relationships are a two way street. Make sure he meets your standards too.

Don’t show him Mr Cuddles.

Knock out deal breakers. DON’T BE PICKY THOUGH. If he doesn’t like peanut butter than you shouldn’t drop out because of that!

I rolled my eyes. Yes Emma obviously peanut butter is a worthy cause to leave the selection. I mean peanut butter cookies, peanut butter toast, peanut butter sandwiches, it’s a magic tool. What other deal breakers would I have though? I guess if he didn’t like family, my family or his. I can’t really test that though. If he was racist? Well I already know he’s not from political interviews. I sighed and laid down in my bed. I wish I could go surfing. That always helps me get ideas. Breakfast will be soon though. Only an hour left till I’m supposed to be awake.

I sighed and walked to my balcony. At least I had a view of the ocean. I closed my eyes and sat down on the floor and just breathed. It’s okay, dating is confusing and new, you shouldn’t know everything yet. Alright. What do you love about daily life? Let’s start there. I walked back to my room and grabbed a notepad and pen.

Waking up early and smelling the morning air too picky to be a deal breaker

Eating toast too picky

Running Maybe?

Surfing. Already know he likes it.

Gregory too specific

DOGS!

The idea hit. He needed to like dogs! Really most animals but I could settle for dogs! I can’t just ask him if he likes dogs though, what if he hasn’t had a dog or has only had a bad dog. He might not even know. I paced from one side of the room to the other as I thought. How could I test it? Then the idea hit. I was going to have a date that would go down in history. I smirked as I darted out of my room and made my way to find someone to help. I needed a laptop.

My leg bounced up and down at breakfast. Oh God oh god. I was going to break a rule I could get in so much trouble for this. I watched the kind and waited as he stood up from breakfast. I counted the seconds before I stood as well and followed him at a distance. At least this was an excuse to take those heels off.

He made his way into the library. Oh God I needed to say something. What if he was doing some super secret important stuff that I wasn’t supposed to see what if- OW!

“OH F-UDGE!” I yelped almost cussing but managing to catch myself as I stubbed my bare foot on a library shelf. I mean everyone cusses when they hit their foot. It feels like someone’s just bashed it with a hammer. Though, the king was right there. As my possible future father in law I really couldn’t cuss infron- well behind him.

I had fallen on my bum from hitting my foot. Gosh I need to stop meeting royals on my bum in the library. First Ben now his dad. His dad spun to face me now glancing down at me on the floor.

“Hello Mr King. I would curtsy but as I'm already on the floor I don't think I can go much lower.” I said speaking quickly. Oh no. I’m too nervous. Oh gosh I’m gonna ramble. Don’t ramble, Gabby. Don’t. Ramble. Gabby.

He blinked seeming shocked at the girl who had been stalking him then just fell on their bum, laughed a little bit then offered me his hand, “Lady... Gabriella if i remember correctly?” He asked.

Oh no. Don’t ramble, gabby. Do not ramb- “Uh hi yup. I'm Gabriella Rose Marie Patterson from Angeles I'm a three, I like to surf and play with animals. You are Mr King King Christopher Schreave. Your a king. You do Kingly things.....anyways, I have a reason I don't normally just follow people around. I wouldn't say stalking is one of my hobbies. Clearly not or I would probably be better at it and wouldn't hit my toe on bookcases. Though, that may come down to just poor walking skills not really stalking skills-anyways, point point I have a point how do I phrase this, gosh I'm wasting so much of your time.” OH GOSH DARNIT.

He listened to my ramble before I finished then waited a moment to be sure I was done before politely smiling and gesturing to a table. “Would you prefer if we sat down, Lady Gabriella?”

“Uh sure yes if you have the time. I have a proposition I'd like to make.” I sighed finally getting out what I needed to say.

“We'll see how that goes.” He said and walked me over to a table. Oh he probably thinks this is something serious. I hope he won't be mad. He did make a vine reference at breakfast the other day though.

“I have a few minutes to spare.” He added.

“Alright okay okay. So don't laugh but here's my pitch. I want to do a date with your son that's just playing with dogs. I've heard dogs aren't allowed to stay here and that's horrible-” He scoffed in amusement at my dread of the no dogs rule.

“-but it would just be for one date and I could put them all in the ballroom there's like 65 on the organization I looked at. The dogs and puppies would have so much fun and it would be like the best thing ever.” I finished.

“Well, just so you know, I couldn't have 35 pets roaming around the palace in case everyone had one, but I really have nothing against dogs.” He said then leaned back in his seat.

“What organization are you getting all these pups from again?” He asked.

“Oh it's a no kill dog shelter called furkids. All of them have been cleaned for lice, vaccinated, and neutered.” I explained quickly my research from this morning. If this was going to be a royal sponsored event I needed to make sure the organization had a good background. Wouldn’t want to publicize a puppy mill.

He scratched his beard as he thought intensely over my idea. Must be an agonizing choice. “65 dogs? All in the ballroom?”

“They can fit! Half are puppies.” I assured him.

He chuckled, “I'm sure they would. Can you assure me this won't end up in a mess? Are they trained?”

“It will not end in a mess. They are potty trained and if they do make a mess I have a dog. I will clean it up.” I added. I really wanted to make this happen and I was willing to do as much as I could to get this through. I’m nothing if not persistent.

“Sounds like you've got this all covered. I hope this date is with my son, otherwise it would be awkward.” I smiled and giggled a bit at his concern.

“Nope it's with sir Lancelot.” I replied sarcastically before quickly clarifying.

“no no it is with Benjamin. I just want to be sure he likes dogs as much as I do since it's not like relationships are a one sided thing. I have my own priorities a partner must meet and dogs are just one of them.” I explained.

He raised an eyebrow amused, “Oh, he likes dogs, don’t worry. Just don’t feed him lettuce and keep him away from birds and you‘ll be fine.”

“Birds? That's a weird phobia. Was he attacked as a child?” I asked with a chuckle.

He thought for a moment, “By a tarantula once... But that‘s clearly not the story you want. You want birds, which was later on. He wasn’t precisely attacked by them, rather than... chased. Not in a particularly menacing way, but he was scared. When they.. “dropped their load” on him it didn’t help if you know what I mean.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the image of it. I had read he had a pure hatred of the birds. I had been wondering but thought it would have been something much more aggressive than that. The tarantula story sounds more traumatizing. “Oh my gosh! WOW! I mean I guess that could be traumatizing. How old was he?” I asked.

“Around ten or so. Not the best day in the gardens.” I talked with father for a little longer about Ben and the birds until we finally hit a point of bargaining.

I could bring the dogs to the palace if the king was allowed to take one to surprise Isobel. It seemed like a great idea so I gleefully agreed. Great! Now 3/6 royals met! Just Queen Isobel and the princesses. So far they all seemed like a wonderful family, but I wanted to know all of them before I was as committed as I would need to be at the end of the selection.

I waited a few hours for the dogs to be brought in then helped them get uncaged in the ballroom. Maybe I should have waited until after I had prince Ben to uncage them? No. They seemed so sad trapped in those little boxes. Plus it gave me a head start on knowing them. I picked up a big fluffball of a dog named mashed potato who the King had requested and had a maid make sure he got up there. She seemed delighted with the task.

I carefully exited the ballroom and made my way for prince Ben’s room. I felt giddy about my idea. Then suddenly a little anxiety hit. Gosh what if he thinks I’m a crazy dog lady. Well, at least it’s better than a crazy cat lady. Plus this is just who I am. He understands it or he doesn’t.

I had to stop for just a second before I knocked on his door. My heart was racing just a little bit. Now I remember what having a crush is like. I then grinned after I inhaled and knocked on his door. “Aye Benny boy! It's Gabriella.” I said. Oh whoops I bet the whole hall heard me.

He opened the door with an amused expression, “Do you always greet people like that?”

“Perhaps. I don't normally think too much about how I greet people.” I paused and smiled proudly thinking about all of the work I had put into this date. It was almost time to see his expression at all the dogs. I couldn’t help but to teeter totter on my heels just a bit. Though I had been scolded for doing so as it was not ‘lady like’.

“I have an amazing surprise for you!” I started then took his hand ready to lead him to the ballroom.

“Whatever you're doing stop because this will be the best experience of your life if you come with me.”

His brow raised slightly, “Best experience of my life? That’s quite a promise, Gabby gal.”

“I 100% promise it. I will like give you all of my shoes if not. So will you come?” I said unsure for a moment of what to promise him. Though I knew I would win I would still love to get rid of all of these heels.

“Your shoes? What would I do with those?”

“No idea. You could wear them or use them for a prank and switch all of Wyatt's shoes with them. Anything really.” Little known fact about me. I’m a genius at pranking. For April fools one year purchased one of those cheap sets of like 1000 tiny army men for like five bucks. While she was asleep I placed them all over her house, in her shoes, in her pantry, cupboards, between the sofa cushions. She still finds them.

I noticed him closing the door and took it to mean he was going to come, “Great! Follow me.” I said and turned around. I slid my hand into a pocket on my dress to pull out a map. I had asked my maids if they could start putting pockets in my dresses and was very pleased that they agreed. My head maid Angelina said it was just going to be a designing challenge. I liked her competitive nature.

Ben curiously looked over at my map, “You know I suggested this to someone the other day.” He said. Makes sense. This is a very complicated house to get through.

We talked for a bit more about the size of the palace relating it to my very tiny village. Next we ended up talking about my family until we finally made it to the ballroom. I sneakily got into the room so he wouldn’t be able to see anything.

“Am I going to be kidnapped and thrown into the back of a van?” He asked from the hall.

“Yes that is totally it!” I replied back sarcastically. Some of the dogs began barking for attention as there was a person now there who was NOT petting them yet.

He then walked in and looked down at me in pure shock. I suppose it’s reasonable that he wasn’t expecting this. “Um... what?”

“Well well..my friend Emma said that when you start dating someone, which this kinda is dating someone, you should find out things called deal breakers and one of mine is people who don't like dogs. And some people say they don't like dogs but really what they mean is "i've met 1 mean dog" so i wanted to know if you like dogs.” I said trailing off as a very small puppy ran up to Ben and started trying to climb his leg.

“LOOK AT HIM OHMYGOSH.” I couldn’t help but to lose it at the tiny puppy trying so hard for attention.

Ben leaned down and picked up the puppy that had to be only two or three months old, “Oh my god, is this even real?” He asked as he made his way to the center of dog heaven a smile growing on his face.

“Yup yup 100% real. I talked to your dad and convinced him to say yes. It's not forever though. But was I right is this the greatest experience of your life? Puppy and dog world? It's like a theme park.”

“This is incredible.” He said with a laugh and looked around at all of the dogs before turning his attention back to me.

“Wait, my dad helped you with this?” He asked.

“Well I got him to agree to it. I don't wanna lose the credit since I did find the organization. They're from a very good no kill dog shelter. It's a local business from Angeles. DO YOU SEE THAT PUPPER WITH THE BIG FLOPPY EARS OH MY GOSH THE FELLOW IS CHASING HIS WITTLE TAIL!” I said getting distracted by the cute puppies.

“What’s with conspiring with my parents?” He asked with a chuckle and shook his head, “Those ears are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Just 1 parent. I needed permission.” I said then got the best idea ever and just plopped down on the ground.

“Come to me!” I said summoning the dogs. About four came over, one even started giving me puppy kisses causing me to giggle a bit as I pet them.

“I can’t believe you managed to pull this off.” I heard Ben say, my vision blocked by all the cute dogies.

“I'm amazing at arguing.” I replied then sat up and started stroking some of their heads.

“aren't you a cute little baby? I bet that all of these dogs are going to be adopted so quickly now too. They can advertise them as 'pet by the prince' and then all these puppies will have homes.”

“I'll personally make sure each of these dogs gets adopted.” He seemed pleased with the thought.

“I can help and make a list of each of the dogs. I've started learning some of their names. Such as the pupper you are petting right now is Chocolate Milk. He likes to drink chocolate milk though it makes him very sick.” I introduced.

Ben then scratched his ear and leaned in closer to chocolate milk, “Chocolate. Delicious, I know the temptation, but very bad for you.”

I chuckled a bit at Ben being cute with the dog, there was just a lot of cuteness going on in this room. I stood up and brushed some of the dog hair off to start with the rest of the introductions.

“That one is peep because he really likes the story of little bo peep, that one is pepper because she looks like a black pepper. That one is McPickles because he looks like a pickle, and last one I know that is Sunshine because his smile makes you feel as happy as sitting in the warm sun. OH!” I said and suddenly remembered the best perk this shelter had. A new nameless puppy who was only a month old at most. He had his little eyes opened but was about the size of my hand. Just a little bit bigger. I walked over to the small sleepy baby and took him back to Ben and sat down to let the puppy sleep in my lap.

“this little fellow doesn't have a name yet. They said we could pick one.” I said and began to pet his head softly as he napped in my lap. I felt my heart melt as I saw his little sleepy eyes, his paws just resting on my thigh as my legs were folded underneath myself.

“Hmmm I would say sleepy as a suggestion but that might limit us to snow white and the seven dwarf names.” I chuckled as I pet his soft little ears. I was already getting too close to him already.

“You're right though about the dopey appearance.” I replied smiling softly down at the dog.

“You're a sleepy little dopey dog aren't you?” I asked in a soft higher pitch voice as I squished one of his paws lightly.

We finally agreed on dopey and I had to turn to ask for him to be kept aside. Dopey was going to be my new puppy. If I was at the palace or at home didn’t matter, but I couldn’t let him get adopted during the selection. Selected weren’t allowed to have their pets so I guess he’ll just have to wait for his mommy at the shelter.

Ben offered to let me keep him at the palace but we finally decided that really wouldn’t be fair. Other selected couldn’t have their pets, there was no reason I should be excluded from that rule. I watched Ben playing with chocolate milk with a smile as I pet dopey. I could see this being a good life for me. Petting dogs with the boy I have a crush on and am kind of dating. Ughs the word dating made my heart flutter. Though I kind of was. This was a date. It’s not like we would be dating after this. The selection ends with marriage. But whatever Ben and I were I was happy with it. We were getting along, he was funny, we had nice conversations, and we were both having fun petting adorable dogs. This date was a success.

“Chocolate Milk really does seem to like you. Maybe after feeling such a connection he'll take his chocolate problems more seriously.” I joked with a soft chuckle.

He looked at chocolate milk with a serious look, “No more, you hear me? I need you alive and well for when I convince my parents to adopt you.”

I laughed at him talking to the dog, “His addiction will be defeated by love. A true Disney story. Chocolate Milk and his adventure with chocolate.”

“I'd watch the hell out of that.” He laughed as he pet chocolate milk.

“So your dad told me you were traumatized as a child?” I said deciding now would be a good time to bring up his bird vendetta.

“Which time?” He asked in a dry amused tone.

“Well. He brought up your bird trauma specifically. I'm surprised you even go outside after that.” I joked.

I debated with him for a little longer since I found some birds adorable. Like those ones with the really puffy chests that just look like balls of feathers and have tiny cute little beaks. Finally, I decided I would just have to give and bring an army of birds to the palace instead.

“Let's agree to disagree, poop boy.” I joked switching out the benny in benny boy to poop off of our topic.

“I really hope that one doesn't catch.”

I rolled my eyes, “Don't worry it won't.” Suddenly Dopey got up and started to stretch. Nap time must be over. He jumped up and ran off to go play with some of the other puppies who were tackling each other. They grow up so fast.

“Play safely, young one!” I said to him as he ran off, a yellow golden retriver gladdly frolicing over to replace his attention.

In contrast, Chocolate Milk was looking pretty sleepy. He started to curl up against Ben as he got more pets, “If I don't leave in the next five minutes, this guy is the one in danger of being kidnapped.”

I chuckled, “just gotta remember the ethics and rules, Ben. No kidnapping. His brothers and sisters might miss him.”

He frowned teasingly, “But I’d miss him more.” He then chuckled as he pet Chocolate Milk.

“Maybe you can get your dad in here later to try and convince him to fall in love with chocolate milk and let him stay.” I suggested. His dad seemed to like the idea of the dogs earlier. Though Mashed Potato may have already won him over.

“Funny enough I can see that happening.” He said with a small laugh.

“If you really love him you should try. It would be normal for you to have a pet where as with the rest of us there would suddenly be a demand for 35 pets.” I argued in favor of Chocolate Milk. Truthfully, I’d love for their to be a dog at the palace. I’ve really missed Gregory.

He looked down at chocolate milk, “I’ll see what I can work out.”

“I'm going to be on edge until I know if chocolate milk will be a permanent resident. I'll go ahead and make some welcome home cards just in case though.” I said.

He laughed, “If there’s any developments, you’ll be the first to know.” He said.

“Have I ever told you about my dog Gregory?” I asked.

“Gregory... pretty adult name for a dog.”

“It fits his personality perfectly. This morning I went through my letters from home and I had one from my sister Eliana who apparently got him a new blanket for his doggy bed. Now we thought pink as an acceptable color. Apparently it is not. He only likes salmon colored things so the hot pink blanket was ripped up and thrown by him near the trash can. He likes only the lavish things of dog life and refuses anything other than the exceptional. He's a very funny dog.” I said rambling off a little bit.

He chuckled, “An incredible dog, being color blind and still knowing the difference between shades of pink.”

“Probably can see the different shades of gray. He's very funny. I wonder if he and Dopey will get along. Maybe he'll teach Dopey how to be snooty.”

“I could learn a thing or two from him about being snooty.”

I chuckled, “Why? Are you eager to fit into the royalty stereotype?” I teased.

He shuged teasingly and adjusted his suit jacket, “I’ve heard it’s helpful in certain situations.”

“Like when you're at a restaurant and they give you the wrong order but you're too scared you'll come off as snooty so you eat the burrito anyways even though you ordered it without tomatoes because you're allergic.” I said being a little too specific.

His brow raised, “Speaking from experience?”

We talked for a little bit more about the tomato burrito story until we finally got to the topic of my tomato ‘allergy’.

“I used to be able to eat tomatoes but then when I was little I snuck into the kitchen and ate so many I got sick. Never been the same again.”

“You know I'm surprised I haven't done the same to myself with chocolate.” Ah sweets. I wasn’t even allowed to have them until I was 16. Mom said they would make me perform poorly in school.

“Do you like all kinds of chocolate or just milk?” I asked.

“All. I like milk with caramel mostly, but any that I can find works for me.” Wimp. I like BLACK chocolate.

“Do you like it super super dark?” I asked testing his tastes just a little.

“Like my coffee, absolutely.” I smiled almost approvingly as he had passed the test. Suddenly more dogs came over to Ben which made me pout.

“How come the dogs keep coming to you? Puppies?” I called to them then saw Dopey running back to me which made me smile. Awww he cares about me.

“I guess you could call me a great dog person.” He chuckled and pet the dogs head. Drop everything. That was the worst delivery of a joke I have ever heard. I didn’t even pick up on it for a moment.

I rolled my eyes, “was that just a great dane joke?”

He grinned, “So you caught it.”

“Alright, benjamin. It's time to teach you one of my skills as comedy master. Comedic pausing. This one makes you seem more like a loser but its effective. Between the A and a great dog person you should have held a like 3 second pause so it would have been "you could call me a...great dog person." It builds suspense.”

“And then put emphasis on 'dog?'” He asked collaborating.

“Hmm maybe. That might be a little too much but let’s try again and see how it sounds. Take it from the top.” I said trying to picture how the delivery would sound.

He paused for a moment and cleared his throat, “I guess you could call me a... great dog person. How'd I do?” He asked.

Dopey seemed to love his joked as his tail began to wag. We talked for a bit and joked about Ben being the king of comedy and already had a number one fan. Though being both the king of comedy and the king of comedy was a little extreme. He watched the dogs for a moment before speaking up, “I should probably go. This was a nice break though.”

“Oh right I did interrupt you when I pulled you into dog heaven.” I chuckled as I moved Dopey up off of my lap to stand up and brush some of the dog fur off. I then offered a hand to Ben, “Do I owe you any shoes?”

“Not a single one. This was an amazing experience.” He said with a smile as he took my hand.

“Heh I'm glad.” I said then offered my arm to him, “and since I started it this time I'll walk you back to your room.” I stated with a smile.

A brow quirked up, “That’s a first.” He said with a chuckle and accepted my arm.

“Well I believe in equality. You did so last time I do so this time. Alright time to pull out my map again. Bye bye Dopey!.” I said and used my other arm to reach my hand into my pocket for the map. He reached over with his free hand and placed it on top of mine.

“Why don’t you let me guide us back?” He suggested. I felt a little flustered when I felt his hand on my own since I wasn't expecting it but looked up at him with a smile.

“Alright. You lead, I provide arm support and company.” I joked.

“Strongest girl around, remember?” He joked and poked my upper arm.

I laughed a bit as he did so, “Be careful, schreave. You're poking the most dangerous guns of all time there.”

“That's probably a bit of a stretch.” He said with a laugh. Time to be a goof again. This is why you don’t have a boyfriend Gabby. Well you kinda don’t have a boyfriend.

“Not at all. You have no idea the damage that could be done if they were freed. Lucky for civilization I keep them under control.” See this is where a normal girl would have giggled and agreed it was just a stretch and flirted or something. Instead a goof like Gabby says things like this to her crush.

“What kind of damage are we talking about?”

“Like gaston levels of danger. Just women and men swooning. Falling everywhere. The economy would collapse because everyone would be too busy swoony at my amazing guns. End of illea kinda danger. I'm a hero for keeping them under control.” A disney reference, really? Are you twelve, Gabby?

“Well then I thank you for your honorable service to Illéa.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his serious response, “You are very welcome. See I'm not just a freeloader, I'm also a national hero. The prince himself even thanked me.”

“A national Illéan, saving the lives of puppies and princes one day at a time. Should be your catchphrase.” He suggested with a grin.

After catchphrases we moved onto superheros and ended up chatting until we reached his door. It felt like our conversation wasn’t over yet but we would need to stop talking eventually.

“I like that. Coolest dynamic duo Illéa's ever seen.” He said as we reached his door.

“Yup. We deserve our own superhero movie about us.” I said then let go of his arm.

“I would ask more about details of our heroes backstories since im sure their thrilling but I don't wanna keep you from your work not to mention standing in front of your door for too long so backstory planning will have to wait for another time.” I said and smiled up at him. I wondered for a moment what to do. We determined last time that we were ready for hugs so I suppose I could hug him goodbye? Should I start it though or should I wait mayb-

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden kiss on my cheek. “Thanks for the doggy day, Gabby protector.” He said using my superhero name.

I’m not sure how but I didn’t run and hide after. I’m sure I would have by now if this was like when I had a crush on Jonathan but this felt different. Instead of being so nervous I wanted to hide, with Ben I just wanted to spend more time with him. I have no idea where the guts came from but I stood up on my tiptoes, arms around his shoulder to help support myself and returned the cheek kiss with a cheek kiss on his cheek.

“You're very welcome, B.O.S. Good luck with working.” I replied using his hero name as well.

He chuckled back at me and opened his door to go back into his room, “Good luck with all that dog poop.” He replied with a wave to which I just rolled my eyes.

“Thanks, benny boy.” I replied with a small wave and decided to start heading back in the direction we came to go back to the dog room where I would be spending the day with a grin on my face from both dogs and pride at giving him a kiss back, even if it was just on the cheek. It was progress, I had guts, I knew how I felt, and I was more than happy.

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Yesterday was good day. Well as good is its going to get without you. I did something that i did not want to do but that you so desperately wanted when you were here. I cried when i saw Jorge, Alex in our house. In your home. I did not want to take them to go see you. I cried cause i did not want to do it. Not without you. I didn't want to deal with this. I cried but after that felt you in my heart. I still do. You gave me the strength to deal with this to persevere.

I was not prepared for the hugs. I wanted to just to shake their hands be distant and civil. I guess a bit cold. But i wanted to be on my best behavior, for you. I was though on my best behavoir. I didn't put Jorge in the ground like I promised him because my promise to you is more important.

I got to the mortuary early. I flew there to see you. I left them in my wake. My mom being who she starts to nag me about it. Trying to claim rights she lost long ago. Rights you made sure she knew where yours, when you were here. We protected each other.

I had to wait for Korrey the lady that is helping us, better yet me with these arrangements. I really wanted to dress you. My mom wants to be a miteda but i stopped her at the door. Your only fault was that you are very vanidosa. I knew that whatever state you were in you did would not be happy if they saw you like that. I went in before them by myself. I wanted, needed to do this myself. Well at least with out their help. Ended getting help from one of the worker in the mortuary. I put your pjs on 1st. I cut your toe nails. You always let them get to long. You should have told me you needed them cut already. I even cut the skin flap on the sole of your right foot. The one that always bothered you. put your socks on cause i know how you hated having cold feet. I put your crocs on in case you may have wanted to get up and walk around cause i know you hate walking barefoot, i hoped you may have gotten up to walk around for me one more time and told me anything and everything else you needed to tell me and to hug me and give me one last kiss. I even put on your nice robe in case i know how when you are outside of the house for a long stay like in the hospital, you dont like to be in just your pjs. You like to be covered up. You hate the cold but you also hate the heat more. But Your body was so cold.

Alex rode with us. He is a bit more respectful now or it could be that they are in mourning.

My dad and Jorge got lost or better yet I left them behind.

It reminded me of the winter when we would wake up in the morning and I would cook breakfast and you would come into the kitchen or when I would go to your room to wake you up and you would hug me and even though the heater was on your hands would be so cold and then you would be trying to get your hand under my shirt to hug me and steal my heat to warm yourself up. "Hmmm you're so warm. Give me!" And i would scream and we would play around and laugh while i tried to wrestle you off while in a loud and playful voice i would say ,"Stop! get off me dude! How are you so fucking cold?" We would only stop after the babies would start barking and dog piling on us and kiss us. You would let go and say, "Babies calm down! I'm not hurting your poppa! He is ok he is jus a big cry baby is all. I couldn't hurt even if i wanted to he is to big and strong. " i guess i am proving you right with the crybaby part now.

As I was zipping up your robe for the final time. You did something. Your physical body did something beautiful and wonderful. I was filled with hope that my prayer were being answered that there was a miracle and you did it you came back. Do you remember when we try and see what clothes fit you and we try to fit you into a pair of pants or i would help you get dressed in the hospital and you would be sitting on the bed and then lay down and throw your head back and huff and complain, "I've gotten too fat." Well you threw your head of the little brick pillow but without the huff. I smiled because i know you are still here with me. You are filling me with strength to keep on going. I had to finally agree with you that you had gotten a little fat. I see it now but i never saw it before because you were always so animated so vibrant and alive. Even in your sleep. But at least i was right it was water weight because they said because of the decomp you retain a lot of water and were beginning to leak all of that water. At least in death you shed that water weight right? Always with the extreme measures

To me you are my mom. To me you are beautiful. To me you are the whole world and more.

After i was done getting you dressed i called the family in. Who by now are as good as strangers to me but were never ever far from your mind and heart. Its been 10 years since i last spoke to them, a month in my mom's case. But I agreed to let my mom get them organized to see you on friday. Its what you really wanted in life and i denied it to you. You never held any ill will to me for it because you know i didn't want to expose you to pain. These people were toxic to you. You never deserved their hate. You never deserved their anger towards you. You never held any ill will toward them, all you had was love. You were not perfect but god dammit you were close to it.

They all went to you. One by one and said their good byes. They cried. They hugged you. They kissed you. They asked for your forgiveness. I had stop crying. There was no anger only a stillness in me. I felt all of this was very hypocritical at this point. I didnt say anything though. I didnt reach out to comfort anyone. I behaved. I let go out and wait and then we said our good byes. That soon you will be home to rest in your house. I know how you hate being gone from the house for to long. The babies miss you and i asked that when my time comes please let it be you that comes for me. Don't leave me. Please keep an eye on me. But if you can some way some how please come back to me. I'll need you no matter what. Its selfish of me but i don't care. You let me be selfish.

We had dinner. We ate at your favorite thai restaurant out here in riverside. I felt such warmth there. Not heat from outside we even got an extra thai ice tea. I guess that was for you. I drank it though. I thought you would not mind you know because of the lack of a physical body and you being dead and all. I know how much loved them though. I was so at peace yet so disconnected. After dinner though when we left the restaurant i had it out with them. I told them off. I didnt cuss at them Or say it in anger. I said it from the heart. I've started to let go of the pain and hate you were so worried would consume me. I guess you were worried about me getting angry but i didn't i only cussed twice. I laid all my issues with each individual person and told them how it was going to be. Jorge got angry i guess. I didnt really care not just because i exposed all of his sins but because i did it in front of his lady. I know what you would have said in the car. "You told them only 6 people. Thats you, my mom, my dad, alex, leslie, and him. He shouldn't have brought his entourage. But it was nice seeing oswaldito. He has gotten so tall." It was a reckoning. For them and for me. I did apologize to them because i know i was the only thing keeping them from you. I horded your love and attention. I tried to protect you. I feel bad because you wanted this, You were wearing me down on this issue, and i kept denying you. I know most of all you wanted this because you wanted me to let go of the hate and anger and i did.

Jorge left after that in a huff and mom wasnt happy eitherLeslie wanted ice cream so we went to the plaza. We sat around and talked we tried to talk about you but you know mom. She is so self centered and started in on her issues with my dad. I didnt want this shit eithe and i told her this. She got upset cause i shut her down. We left after that.

I had thought things were going to be bad and i had made plans i overbook. I should have cancelled them. I should have just stayed home. I just dont want people to think i am suicidal. Everyone keeps thinking that. I think but i am not. I wont hurt myself or the babies. They are our family. They are your legacy. Ohana! And what does ohana mean? It means family and no one gets left behind. At least now that you are no longer physically here i can start to fill the house with pictures of you and us like i wanted.

I still feel you here so i will stop with the day to day bs. I'll limit this to the things i cant say to you in public. Cause if people think i am going to off myself now they will probably have me committed if i started to talk to you out in public... at least when i do talk to "myself" when i am problem solving i'll be talking to you.

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Shake It Off Part 5

Summary: YN and Jared both have a hard time. Jensen doesn’t help.

Warnings: multiple panic attacks, cussing

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“Good morning,” Danneel smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, although the circumstances are strange…”

“I’m way too hungover. You’re talking so loud.” YN wiped her hand down her face as she entered the kitchen.

“There’s breakfast on the table for you.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” she turned and walked toward the large table.

“You’re hungry, I’m sure.”

“Thanks.”

YN asked where Jensen was. Danneel explained that he was sleeping in. He almost never did, but she got the kids off to school while he rested.

“This must all be a lot. I’m sorry for ruining your lives,” YN sighed. “I didn’t know. I won’t do anything with the stuff that has come to light. He didn’t know. It’s not his fault or my fault, or-“ she rambled.

“YN.” Danneel waited until YN stopped talking.”We know that, honey. You are welcome here, just please don’t be hungover in front of the kids.” Danneel smiled as she joined the younger female for breakfast with her own plate of food. “It’s a lot for all of us. Jensen was in shock. If he would have known-“

“I know,” YN nodded. “He’s responsible.”

“Hey, YN,” Jensen slowly walked through the doorframe of the kitchen.

“Whatever,” she groaned. “I didn’t ask you to save me last night, Jensen. If you are going to try and teach me life lessons after intervening when I didn’t expect you to, I’m leaving. I didn’t ask you to freaking drive to Dallas and get me. You don’t get to pull the dad card,” she gritted her teeth.

“I love you is all,” Jensen said simply.

“Gah, Jensen. You don't know me. And you treated me like crap.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry. You’ll understand if you have kids. And I’m so proud of you. You’ve handled yourself so well through this crazy ride.”

“Yeah, obviously,” she rolled her eyes.

“Are you missing work today?” Jensen changed the subject, realizing he wasn’t getting anywhere.

“Yeah, but I do graphics and have my own schedule. It’s fine.”

“Okay, good. I can drive you home. I’m on break for two weeks. I don’t mind.”

“I can get an Uber-”

“Sit in a car with a stranger for four hours? No,” Jensen rebutted.

“Can you stay? At least for a few days? We have some extra clothes.” Danneel asked excitedly.

“It’s awkward. And I’m not exactly his biggest fan. No offense. I don’t want to be an inconvenience either. And you guys don’t even know me.”

“You’re so sweet and you’ve helped so many people since you met the boys. Please? I’m sure the kids would love to meet you. I’ll pick them up at about four today,” the oldest woman asked.

YN thought for a moment.

“Okay, fine,” YN softly smiled. As soon as she agreed to stay, her phone went off. “Stop calling me, Mom,” YN groaned.

“Answer, it’s okay,” Jensen told her.

“She LIED to me, Jensen.”

“I know. But you understand why, don’t you?”

“She could have told me. I just wanted a few answers. I cried for days as a kid not knowing who my dad was. SHE KNEW.” YN’s phone continued to ring. She turned the sound off. “I’ll freaking move to Timbuktu. She is nothing to me anymore.”

“No, you’ll stay in Dallas. You’re thinking with your emotions, not with your head. There’s a difference. Let’s change the subject. Dee and I were going to walk the farmer’s market today before we get the kids. You wanna go?”

“Sure, why not?” YN huffed.

“I think Gen and Jare are coming too,” Danneel said.

“It will be good to see them. I’ve never met Gen in person befor-” Her eyes lit up.

Their door creaked.

“Jackles!” Jared’s voice boomed.

“In here!” Jensen called.

Gen and Jared soon entered the kitchen.

“I didn’t know you would be here!” Gen gasped. “It’s so good to meet you!” The woman engulfed YN in a hug.

“Hi, YN!” Jared stopped when he saw her. “You look a little messed up. What happened?”

“She got drunk so I had to save her ass,” Jensen joked.

“You drove to Dallas? In the middle of the night?” Gen scolded.

“She lives alone, what was I supposed to do?” Jensen shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, glad you’re safe. You feeling it today?” Jared smiled.

“Feeling better now that I have food in me. Thanks for the breakfast, Danneel.”

“Of course. Us girls need to get ready. We can do that while the boys watch some TV.”

“Don’t be too long!” Jensen laughed as the ladies walked up the stairs.

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“I don’t want to talk to you, Mom. Stop bothering me.” YN hung up quickly as she and the Padackles walked the farmer’s market.

“Call her back.” Jensen said lowly.

“Not right now, I am enjoying the fact that you are not being an ass,” YN gritted her teeth.

“Whatever, kid,” Jensen smiled. “Just- treat her okay. It must be a lot for her too.”

“Why aren’t you angry? She kept a secret for a quarter of a century.”

“Well, I am, but I have you in my life now. Maybe I’ll talk to her in the future, but I wouldn’t really know what to say. I’m sad she kept me from you, but I’m happy you’re open to a relationship with me.”

“That’s- that’s very calm of you,” she responded as they stopped at a booth full of strawberries.

“Here, these are the best. Try this,” Danneel handed YN a piece of red fruit.

“Oh my gosh. It’s so good,” YN agreed with a grin.

“We can make strawberry ice cream with these. Okay, let’s keep going,” Danneel prompted.

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“Hi!” JJ sat next to YN on the bed while the younger ones tried to join them without luck, too short to climb onto the bed. YN sat up from her afternoon nap.

“Hi,” YN responded groggily. “What’s your name?” The oldest one rubbed her eyes.

“I’m JJ! You’re YN! You’re pretty,” the little girl said matter-of-factly.

“Well, thanks. So are you!”

“Can you play with us?”

“JJ! I told you not to-” Jensen came into the room. “Sorry, YN. I told them to leave you alone. Come on, guys. Let her wake up a bit. I’ll get you a snack.”

As they all exited, YN stood up and straightened out her clothes.

“Twenty-five missed calls? Stop it, Mom,” she mumbled to herself.

YN walked into the living room where everyone greeted her.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Jared smiled from the couch as he sat next to Gen. Jensen grinned across from the couple.

“Where did the kiddos go?” YN looked around expectantly.

“Backyard with Danneel,” Jensen answered. “You can meet them when they come back in. Come sit down,” he patted the area of couch next to him.

The four caught up and reviewed the day. They talked about their favorite parts of their adventure and how YN had never been to a farmer’s market. She soon changed the subject.

YN asked how Jared had been doing. He explained that adult coloring books kept him calm over the previous week. YN saw a few colored pencils on the side table next to him. YN smiled in relief as she saw he was more relaxed than their previous interactions.

“Thank you for all of your help. I mean it. I can’t do it without you. I’ve been in a lot of situations, but this through me for a loop,” Jared showed his gratitude. “Thanks for telling me about what you went through too-”

“They don’t know,’ YN cut in. At the realization that her stroke secret was about to be exposed, she started breathing quickly. “It’s still hard to talk about. Don’t tell-” she stopped abruptly. Shaking, she stayed quiet.

Everyone was silent while she tried to recover, but it wasn’t working. Jared tried to keep her calm, but his presence intensified her panic.

“Jared, back up,” Gen said. He stepped away. His wife approached YN. “It’s okay, girlie. Can I scratch your back?” She noticed YN pulling her knees to her chest. YN nodded. “Move over, Jensen.”

Gen sat next to her, squishing Jensen into the corner of the couch. They didn’t notice that Jared reacted to YN. He also started heaving. Jared grabbed a pillow and clutched it to his chest.

“Oh, no.” Jensen whispered. Gen turned to see her husband curl into himself with a faraway look on his face. “They’re feeding off of each other. I’ll get him out of here. You keep her calm.” Since Jared had not quite gotten to the same stress level as YN, Jensen guided the taller TV brother to a movie room where he put him on the couch. “Relax. She’s okay.”

“I didn’t mean to trigger her. I didn’t realize she didn’t want other people to know. I broke her trust. How will she forgive-” Jared rushed the words out of his mouth.

“Jared.”

“What?”

“Stop thinking and breathe. In and out, come on, buddy.”

After a half hour of calmingtechniques both parties had mellowed. Jared walked in to apologize to YN but found her asleep against Gen on the couch.

“It’s my fault,” Jared said.

“Stop it. Sit down. No blaming, you know the rules about that. Get,” Jensen pushed him toward the opposite couch. Jared froze instead of landing on the couch. He started hyperventilating. “Not again,” Jensen whispered. “Let’s just take you home, bug guy. Let’s go,” Jensen took Jared’s arm.

“I want- to say- to say I’m sorry,” Jared turned back to YN and Gen on the couch.

“You can. Later. She’s sleeping. Come on, dude.” Jensen walked ahead of him and opened the front door. Jared slowly followed him out. “You got her?” Jensen stuck his head back through the doorway.

“Yep. Take care of my guy,” Gen whispered back.

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Jared woke up in his room noting the darkness outside. What had happened that afternoon came rushing at him. He rustled in the sheets, reaching for anything to soothe himself. Hearing noise over the monitor he had placed in Jared’s room a few hours previous, Jensen walked into the large master bedroom.

“You okay?”

“I think so,” Jared calmed, coming down from his anxious state. “I need to say I’m sorry. Is she still at your house?”

“You aren’t going anywhere near her right now.” Jensen said lowly. “You feed off of each other. Until you both chill, you’re staying here. She’s still a little amped even after her nap. Say you’re sorry later.”

“I’ll send her a text,” he reached for his phone.

Jensen walked with large steps toward Jared and took the phone out of his hand.

“No. She’s still not calm. Gen said she can’t relax. If you do this, Gen will have to calm her down again.”

“What about all the kids? I completely forgot about them. Danneel and all-”

“All six are in bed. It’s after ten,” Jensen backed away with the phone in his hand. “Go back to bed. I’m giving this to Gen. She’ll be home soon. I’ll take YN for now. Good night, bud,” Jensen left the room without waiting for a response from his friend.

“I’m so sorry!” YN wailed as quietly as possible. “It’s my fault he got upset,” she tried to calm herself down.

“No, it isn’t. Please know that, sweetie, You can’t keep going like this. You’ll be up all night. When you come down, you’ll crash hard,” Jensen walked in to Gen and Danneel trying to assuage the situation.

“He’s asleep,” Jensen whispered to the ladies in the room.

“Good. He should get some sleep after what I did to him,” YN hiccupped.

“Stop it, YN. Clear the room. Everyone else to bed,” Danneel said sharply.

“Dee?” Jensen questioned his wife.

“Go. Good night, Gen,” Danneel ushered the woman out.

As Gen left, Jensen asked Danneel, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Her mom betrayed her, and you’re the bad guy whether she admits it or not. Get out of here so that she can calm down.”

“How do you know that?”

“Go. Now,” Danneel gave no explanation and looked to YN whose panic was increasing as she sat alone on the couch. “Get a stuffed animal and a blanket and bring it back to me.”

“What in the world, Dee?”

“Just do it,” she groaned.

Danneel sat down next to YN again.

“Here,” Jensen quietly handed her a teddy bear and a soft blanket. He exited quickly.

“YN,” Danneel whispered. “Take this.” YN turned over to see what Danneel had in her hand. “I saw a picture of you on instagram as a kid with something like this. Maybe these will help. Not the same as you had, but hopefully close enough.”

YN accepted the items and held them close. Calming down, she told Danneel that the blanket smelled like Jensen.

“A lot of stuff does,” Danneel laughed. “His cologne lingers.”

Feeling the softness of the stuffed animal and the blanket made her relax.

“I’m not a baby,” YN tried to push them off as she realized what had happened.

“Keep ‘em for now. No one is here and no one knows. If it helps, use them. No making fun. Promise.” She saw YN’s body relax and her eyes slowly close.

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YN woke up to Jensen looking at her.

“What?”

“What are you? Five? Nice teddy bear,” he snorted.

“Shut up, Jensen. I don’t need you to demean me too.”

“Big baby,” he rolled his eyes at her.

“Why was I not good enough? You should have fought for me, Jensen.”

“For you? You hug stuffed animals and baby blankets, kid. Thanks but no thanks,” Jensen laughed sarcastically.

“Why?”

“Ha! Your mom was a slut. I mean, come on, YN. She had a kid with a guy she barely knew. That’s me, by the way. She was known as the bicycle of the school, you know that?”

“Asshole! If that’s really how you feel, I’ll just leave!”

“Go ahead, small stuff. I don’t want a grown kid who is a wimp.”

“Fine!” YN threw the blanket and stuffed animal at his head. He laughed at her last attempt to interact.

“Bye, YN!” Jensen waved as she flew out the door.

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Spliced: Chapter 1

An alarm clock on a nightstand was annoyingly blaring in a small bedroom. In the nearby bed a hand made its way out of the mound of blankets, reaching out to the little white machine. After three feeble attempts the hand finally succeeded in silencing the alarm. A while later the mound started to quiver, the comforter and sheets falling down to reveal a tired teenager. Very slowly she slid off the navy blue mattress and made her way to the dresser in the left corner. She opened the top drawer, taking out a green shirt with a printed Kermit the Frog face. She then proceeded to the closet. The teenager looked into the grey hamper, sluggishly pulling on the leg of jean pants. She studied the wrinkled pants for a moment before putting them on her bed.

“You’re not going to wear that, are you?”

The young woman sighed, answering the voice in her head out loud, “We’ve been over this. You can wear jeans more than once.”

“But they’re all wrinkly! I mean for Pete’s sake have some pride!” She grinned, her brown eyes glinting mischievously. “You know I have no pride left after my man done me wrong.” A groan ran through her head, causing her to chuckle. “It wasn’t funny the first time Clair.”

“Hey, you can’t blame a girl for trying.” Once she was done changing clothes, Clairice went out of her room. She took a left and walked down a white carpeted hallway. She stopped at a door with the same color as the floor and knocked on the hard wood. When it was made clear no one was using it, she entered. The girl turned the lights on with a flick of the switch, bathing the room with its glow. Clairice then stood in front of the mirror. Her black, mid-neck length hair was a tangled mess. “You look like someone took a wind machine to your face.” She glared at her reflection as she grabbed the hairbrush on the sink vanity. “Oh shush your mouth. You would look like this too if you had hair!”

“Sucks to suck.” The teenager only huffed in response. She quickly finished the rest of her hygiene ritual and went back to her bedroom to retriever her backpack. She zoomed like a rocket down the flight of stairs and made a beeline for the kitchen. Inside there was a woman in her late forties by the stove. She was wearing a pair of work pants and a tight, tucked in t-shirt. She turned to Clairice, smiling wide. “Good morning sweetheart!” The young woman smiled back, setting her backpack against the island in the middle of the kitchen. “Morning, Mom.” She then pulled a seat for herself to sit in. Clairice put her elbows on the hard service, cupping her cheeks in her hands. “What’s on the menu for today?” The older woman gave her a playful side eye. “Can’t you smell it? I thought your father and I raised you better.” Clairice jokingly rolled her eyes before taking a big whiff of air. “I smell bacon…and hash browns, my favorite!” The seventeen year old chuckled softly to herself. “Scorch, you say that about almost all foods.”

“No I don’t! I do have my favorites! It also depends on what kind of mood I’m in. Sometimes I like a lot of meat and other times I prefer a light garden salad.”

“Yeah, nice try but you and I both know you hate salad.”

The sound of snapping fingers took Clairice’ attention before he could say a retort. She looked to see the other woman giving her a slightly annoyed expression. “Didn’t you hear what I said,” the older woman asked. “…Oh! Yeah sorry I uh—smell bacon and hash browns!” Her mother grinned, giving her a thumbs up. “You got it! I felt like you and your sister need a hardy breakfast this morning! Today is a going to be a tough one, with you and your history test and Nola’s spelling bee.” Clairice sighed as she went over to one of the cupboards. “No kidding. I’ve done nothing but study for the last week to prepare for it.”

“Almost to the point of exhaustion might I add? How many times did I threaten to devour your liver if you didn’t eat something?” Clairice ignored Scorch’s comment as she started to set the table. “I’m assuming Dad had to go into work early?”

“Yeah, it turns out that Mrs. Lakers’ oven is on the fritz again. Joseph had to rush over there before she had to perform an exorcism on it.” Clairice snorted in laughter. “I see! Well if anyone can fix a possessed machine, it’s Dad.” Her mother nodded in agreement, putting the bacon onto a porcelain plate. “Could you get Nola and tell her breakfast is ready?” She agreed, giving the woman the OK sign. Clairice headed out of the kitchen and back upstairs. She passed both her room and the bathroom until she reached another door further down the hall.

She knocked on it. A few moments passed before a ten year old girl poked her head out, blond hair in twin buns. She gave the teenager a slightly annoyed look. “What?” Clairice pointed toward the stairs. “Breakfast is-,” Before she could finish, Nola bolted out of her room like a gazelle. “A girl after my own heart. Why did I get saddled with someone who eats like a bird again?” She sighed through her nose as she followed Nola downstairs. “Why did I get saddled with an annoying parasite again?” Scorch began to throw a tantrum in her head, demanding she apologized. The young woman only chuckled at his fit.

Back at the kitchen, Nola was already half way through her hash browns. Clairice gave her a mock offended look. “How rude, not even waiting till I came!” The ten year old quickly swallowed her food before she replied with a smirk. “You need to come when you’re called instead of talking to your imaginary friend.” Clairice rolled her eyes as she sat down next to her sister. “I don’t have an imaginary friend Nola. Those are for kids.” Nola grinned sarcastically as she patted her back. “You just keep telling yourself that sis.”

Clairice mumbled under her breath as scooped herself some hash browns and bacon. “Hurry up girls. The bus should be here soon.” The teenager shuddered at the very mention of the school transportation. “Don’t be such a wuss Clair. We can listen to our iPod until we get to school.” She quietly agreed with him as she chewed on her bacon, not without reminding him whose iPod it really was. “…What did you say?” Clairice stopped eating and turned to Nola. “Huh?” Her sister shook her head. “This is why you have no friends,” she huffed. “Honey, be nice,” Their mother gently scolded. “But it’s true! I mean she keeps talking like there’s someone there! It’s creepy.”

She slightly chastised herself. “I really need to stop doing that! People will start getting suspicious. I blame you for this!” Even though she couldn’t see it, the young lady could imagine Scorch sticking his tongue out at her. “Oh! The bus is here girls!” Frantic, Clairice scarfed down her breakfast and rushed to the door. “Hey, don’t forget your coat,” yelled her mom. She stopped, grabbed a coat from the hanger, and then continued her mad dash outside. Once she and Nola got on the bus, Clairice found a seat in the far back of the large vehicle. She was about to put her earbuds in when her iPod was yanked out of her hands. She looked up to see another girl her age, smirking at her. She glared at her. “Give me my iPod back Alex.” She just snorted at Clairice. “Bitch I don’t have to do ANYTHING. What’s a broke ass like you having a nice iPod like this?”

The young lady tried to hide her anger as she continued talking to Alex. “I got it with the money I got from work. Please give it back to me.” She ignored her. The other girl was focusing on the device. “We could always eat one of her hands to teach her a lesson. She only needs one right?” Clairice sighed, too annoyed to reply to him. Alex cussed at the iPod and then glared at her. “Why the fuck did you put a password on it?!” Clairice gave her a deadpan expression. She only opened her hand toward the teenager. Alex narrowed her eyes, then dropped the iPod with a smirk. Clairice was able to catch it before it hit the ground with lightning fast speed. The teenager gaped at her in shock. She turned around, growling, “You’re such a fucking creep Hallows.”

The seventeen year old didn’t respond to her taunt. She simply put in her earbuds and unlocked her device. “She’s no fucking prize either.” Clairice couldn’t help but laugh. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”

“Of course I’m not! I mean, did you see the shirt she was wearing? It makes her look like a circus clown!” The young lady had to cover her mouth to prevent herself from bursting into laughter. Soon the two were enjoying the music as the bus tugged along. Eventually the bus pulled up to a modestly sized school building. It slowed down at the curb and then stopped with a small lurch. All the kids on the bus stood up and rushed to get off. Clairice waited patiently until most of the kids were gone to get up.

She was putting away her iPod as she was walking down the aisle. Not paying attention to where she was going, the teenager bumped into something. “Hey!” She took a moment to regain her composure but quickly lost it when she noticed who she walked into. It was a tall, young man with brown hair and blue eyes. Clairice’s cheeks grew warm as she tried to speak. The boy raised an eye brow at her. He shrugged and simply walked away from her. Clairice face palmed. “That was so pathetic!”

“Yes, that was pathetic. Seriously why do you get so easily flustered whenever you see that Josh guy?! Your pulse is skyrocketing.” She sighed angrily as she stormed off the bus. “You should know why! You’re the one living in my head smart alleck! Josh is one of the coolest and hottest guys in the whole school!” Scorch huffed. “He’s not that hot. Besides don’t you have a crush on that Steve Rogers guy?” Clairice groaned. “I’m allowed to have multiple crushes you jerk!” She then realized that she yelled that out loud. Some of the kids who were still loitering outside of the school were giving her weird and concerned expressions. She blushed red in embarrassment. The girl pulled her hood over her head as she sped walked into the school.

***

Hours passed and soon it was lunch time. Clairice took her tray to one of the farthest tables in the cafeteria. She sat down and began to open the small milk carton. Making sure no one noticed she would tear some of the chicken she had and put it under the table. A small, orange blob appeared from her knee. The blob formed into a small head with black eyes and a large mouth. The blob head snatched the meat and devoured it. It reverted back into her knee once it was done with its feeding. “How’s the chicken?”

“It’s a little dry, but delicious nonetheless.” Clairice chuckled softly as she took a sip of her milk. The two took turns eating the food in silence. Suddenly, Scorch said to her, “Watch out, the Bitch Squad is coming towards you.” She looked around without moving her head until she noticed a trio of girls sauntering over to her. “What do they want now,” she asked under her breath. “Don’t run. That’ll show your fear of them. Sit up straight and assert your dominance!” She rolled her eyes, but she did what Scorch said. The one leading the small group was a girl with fluffy, blonde hair. She was wearing expensive clothing that was tight against her body. She slammed her hands on the table, giving Clairice a shit eating grin. “Hey there, Rice!” Un-phased, Clairice looked her in the eyes. “Stacy.”

The blonde leaned over the table, blue eyes full of malice. “What’s the little weirdo doing all the way over here by her lonesome?” She ignored her question. “What do you want? I’m trying to eat.” She flipped her hair as she answered her. “A little birdie told me that you were talking with Josh.” Clairice slightly raised her eyebrows. Even though she felt her stomach squirm, she kept her face blank. “Yeah, what of it?” Stacy’s smile turned more sinister as she brought her face very close to hers. “Just remember whose boyfriend he is. Back off or I’ll bash your dumb face in.” Clairice’s nervousness turned into annoyance. “Josh is his own person. He can talk to whoever he wants Stacy. You don’t own him.” She got up, taking her empty tray with her. “Besides, you should get the full facts before you start making assumptions. I accidently bumped into him. Nothing else happened.” The girl left the others. She dropped off the tray and made her way to her lockers.

“You should’ve seen the look on that bitch Stacy’s face! You totally whooped her sorry ass!” She let out a big gust of air. She was holding her shaking hands. “I feel like I want to punch something and then pass out in a hole somewhere.” Even though no one else could see it, there was a hand gently squeezing Clairice’s shoulder under her shirt. “It’s ok Clairice. We’re ok…I’m so proud of you.” She was comforted by his words. She smiled softly, putting her hand on her shoulder. “Now let’s go ace that history test like a boss!” She chuckled, nodding her head in agreement. “Yeah. Let’s do this!”

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btswishes · 7 years

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Cross over.

BTS AU

Part1 /...

A/N: I really love writing fantasy stories, so I hope you like this one and sorry for any mistakes I made.

Word count: 4,856

Warnings: Flirting, mention of blood and death, cussing.

Our lives as simple as they may be are focused in one world ,which we can’t leave until we die. Meaning that the other places are hidden behind a veil of mystery and secrets.Witches, dragons, beasts and all kinds of other creatures exist, but we don’t see them. From this arises the question: Do angels and demons exist too? Well some say yes others no, but would one be able to say that they don’t ,if the mirror tells them something else?

Waking up to the faint sound of screams, you opened your eyes and saw your room like you have for a long time now.Your world was different from that of the humans above. You didn’t care much as this was your home and birthplace, but today was special. You got dressed fast and ran downstairs to your father. Your house was as big as a castle, if not bigger. The long table was filled with food and your father and two brothers were having their breakfast.

“Morning father, morning brother Hisa and older brother Lawin .”you bowed slightly and sat down to eat as well

“You look happy today.”said the second oldest brother and you smiled at him as your cheeks were too full to do anything else

You had two loving older brothers.The first born was Lawin-his hair black as a moonless night, straight as a waterfall leading to a never ending abyss and very long.The upper part of his hair was tied up behind his head, the two dark and smooth horns that were piercing out of his forehead ,were keeping his hair back and out of his crimson eyes. He was very wise and didn’t talk much, but that didn’t mean he didn’t express his love for you.

He was always close by when you were doing stupid stuff, which was great when you needed help. Once when you were still a baby, you manged to crawl out of the castle walls and onto the street ,where others of your kind could see you. A tortured soul saw you and used the moment to his advantage.These were humans who have committed grave sins and were send to hell.He picked you up and held a sharp object, he had found somewhere, near your little neck.

Most of the other demons around weren’t worried much ,as you weren’t their child, but that man did something unforgiving.He got worried when every creature in sight gasped. The shadow he saw forming in front of him had hair flowing in the air. He turned around slowly, trembling.

“Lord Lawin!”the demons lowered their heads to him, his eyes calm with a fire burning in them

“Stay back!”said the soul petrified

Suddenly a woman pointed out “The child!” before your brother could even look, the sound of a small drop hitting the hot ground echoed, sizzling away into the rocks. The sweet smell of blood danced in the air around.

* crack* * crack*

The ground under Lawin’s legs started breaking slowly.Even as a child you felt pain, eyes started to water and your little baby hands reached out for your brother. The last straw was this which he saw. Chains hotter than lava grabbed onto the tortured soul, burning anything they held. His screams were agonizing even for hell. Your brother leaned and carefully pulled you away from the man, placing you into his arms and covering you a bit with his clothes.His hand gently touched the wound and it disappeared, he wiped away the tears. People started whispering,asking who this child was.The chains cooled down a bit ,giving the human a chance to hear out the demon’s words.

“Who do you think you are?”his voice deep and melodious, able to hypnotize anyone and strike fear at the same time “Who gave you permission to lay your skin onto the daughter of the Fallen One?”the demons around gasped, as they realized who the little creature that was playfully pulling the hair of the scariest demon in hell was.

“That is lady Y/N!”they started repeating in shock

“More importantly you spilled my little sister’s blood onto these sinful streets.” his eyes started glowing ,preparing to turn this soul into nothingness in the most painful way. This was going to turn into a bloody public execution.

“Ga!” the echo of skin hitting skin made people pull their attention to you.Your small hand plopped onto your bother’s cheek and a smile onto your lips. He moved your hand gently and turned his back on the crowed of demons

“I shall not let my sister witness such gore.”his head moved slightly back to take a glimpse of the human “I shall come for you personally, soul.”a pair of strong and graceful wings appeared from under his cloak and took him back to the castle.

Lawin wasn’t one to express his feelings often, but he did in his own way. Your second oldest brother Hisa was different.His hair was shorter and pulled back. A long scar onto his nose reaching both his cheeks was the most obvious part of him. It was said to be because he defeated a very high level beast when he was just a child. His eyes were light red and very playful. His horns were coming out from the sides of his forehead. Hisa loved to smile and because of that everyone could see his how sharp his teeth were. When you were little and your first pointy teeth were coming out, he used to brush them for you.

It was a bit of a tricky and bloody job, but he didn’t mind having deep bite marks on his hand. He showed them off to everyone, telling them how much his baby sister has grown up. He wore them as a medal of honer. Time passed by fast and you got bigger in front of their eyes. Today was a special day because the demons that were of age were send to cross over into the human world. The same day as angels did. Your job was to find a human and make sure no other angel gets him, after that trick him into committing sins and being send to hell.Very simple, no? If you do that, then you would be officially a demon.

The portal was opened and you were holding your bags in hand, saying goodbye to everyone.

“So this is it.”you said smiling

“My little baby sister!”Hisa picked you up and started hugging you “It was like yesterday you were still biting me and you are all grown up now.”

“Brother!”you tried to push his face away “Let me down.”

“Hisa.”your father’s word was a law, so he did as he was asked to

You hugged him, then your crazy older brother and said goodbye to the maids who were just super fun to talk to. The last person in line was Lawin with his serious face.

“I am leaving now brother.”you said. His eyes moved from you to the portal behind your body and then looked to the side. He took a deep breath and stepped closer pulling you into a hug, which shocked everyone.You were completely covered by his long clothes.

“I want you to stay safe and be careful of human males.Find a nice female host and everything will be ok.”he pulled back to look at you, his hands still on your shoulders “If you get attached to them, then you can turn them into a servant or helper when they reach hell.” very strange advice coming from Lawin, but you still accepted it.

“It’s time for you to go now.”said your father and you picked up your luggage, walking over to the portal

“I am off now.”you waved your hand.Your body disappeared into the blue color and so your test began.As the light of the end flashed before you you had a bad feeling.

“Oh dear!”you gasped as you noticed that the portal was very high up in the sky, good thing you learned how to fly from your dad, the best if you could say so “Is this the first test?” a small ruby stone appeared in front of you answering your question “A ruby for flying?”you were amazed “Wow, most of the others are really bad at this.”you giggled and flew down where you were supposed to meet your host family. They were really nice people and they had a son called Jimin. He was cool and stuff, surprisingly for a human world demon.

They showed you to your new room and left you to get comfortable. In just a split second the place looked like your home. There was a small box filled with pictures which you left on the desk with your diary and family photos.Once you were done, you sat on the chair and leaned onto the wooden desk. When your eyes fell onto your brothers, you giggled.

“Brother Lawin never smiles even in pictures.”

* knock knock*

You jumped to open the door.

“Mom said to tell you it’s time for dinner.” Jimin said “Wow.”he stepped inside your room “This looks awesome, way better then the decor my mom had.”

“Thank you.I just wanted to make it look like my old room back home.”

“I always thought it would look more...scary.”he looked at you “You know with all the tortured souls and stuff in hell.” he commented

“This is my taste. I have a friend that decorated her room like a dungeon. That is how she liked it to look”

“I see.”he turned around showing you to the dining room “I feel like we will get along just fine.”

“Really?That is great.”you smiled

His parents asked you a lot of things about Hell, if there was something new, how things generally were.They were really nice, for demons. Before bed Jimin explained to you all the things you needed to know about the school in the human world and that it will be the best place to find what you needed.

“How about you?”you asked him

“Me?”

“Yeah. Do you have someone already?”

“Oh, that is what you meant.”he leaned back a bit “I do. You already know that I was born in Hell, but live as you see in the human world, so technically I had my eye on this one girl.” you sat up all excited

“Did you get her?!”your eyes were sparkling

“An angel went before me.” you got gloomy for a second “But she chose me instead.”

“Wow! You are really good at this!”you clapped your hands and he ran his hand through his blonde hair

“I know.”standing up Jimin walked out of your room “Go to sleep, tomorrow will be a really long day.”

“K.Goodnight.” even when you turned off the lights, you were still thinking about your family back home. There was nothing you could do now and plus that you were waiting for this moment since you could remember. Pushing away the excitement you were able to fall asleep, only to be woken up shortly by a clock.Your school bag was ready in seconds. You had breakfast with your host mother when Jimin rushed into the room stuffing his cheeks with as much food as he could and grabbing your arm, pulling you out of the house.

“Goodbye kids, have fun.”your host mother waved and you smiled back

“What are you doing?”you asked him as he was pulling you

“We are going to be late!”he said while chewing “By the way you are really light, you know that?” his head moved to see you and he almost screamed “What are you dong! Get down NOW!”

“It is easier when I fly and second of all no one can see me.Relax.”you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him off the ground “I advise you to hold onto me tight.”in seconds you found yourselves in front of the school.

“Ok, you go that way.”he pointed “My classroom is this way.”

“Wait!”you stopped him and jumped over to fix his hair “You have flight hair.”

“Flight hair?”he asked

“Come on Jimin.”you placed your hands onto your hips “Don’t tell me don’t know what it means.”he shook his head “When you fly, because of the wind it gets really messy.”

“I haven’t experienced this before.”

“Do you wear a hat when you fly?” the way he looked at you made your eyes widen.You placed your hands onto your open mouth “You can’t fly!?”

“Shhhh!”he placed his finger in front of his lips and you asked why, curious of the reason

“Oh look what we have here.”a bunch of boys walked over “Hey wingless.”they laughed out

“I have wings.”said Jimin to them

“But you can’t fly can you?”laughed out the obvious leader

“Who are you to make fun of him?”you stepped in front of Jimin

“Hey cutie, you don’t know what we are talking about, so why don’t you stand back?”he tried to push you away, but you were standing firmly

“Who are you?”you asked a little pissed off

“My name is Amad, nice to you meet you honey.”he grinned leaning towards you “I won’t repeat myself.Stand back or you will get hurt.”you didn’t and walked over to him, one of his other idiots threw something that cut your cheek a bit

“Didn’t you hear what the boss said!”

“Look what happened.”said Amad “You got your pretty face damaged.” your head moved up to look at them. Your tongue licked the blood dripping and a sizzling sound echoed ,as the cut vanished in seconds

“Wow.”you clapped your hands “You are very brave for a low class demon.If I can even call you that.”

“Who are you!?”asked the same idiot

“That is non of your business. The only thing I can tell you is that you are the only one who has survived this long after doing something like this.”you pulled Jimin away from the group of thugs with last words of advice “You better watch your backs from now on.”

Jimin showed you to your classroom and told you what to do.

“If you need any help you know where to find me.”

“Jimin.”you grabbed his sleeve “I know you are stronger than you make yourself look. Why don’t you say something back?”

“I promised I wouldn’t.” he left with only those words and you walked inside the new space

The teacher introduced you to the class and in just a matter of seconds a few females jumped up in front of a few boys and one or two girls in the class.

“Everyone sit down!”said the teacher “What is with those looks?”

You chuckled “It’s ok.”they looked at you confused “I am not going to take them. I want to get one on my own.” the females relaxed and sat back down, poor things who knows how hard they had to fight to get those humans.During lunch a few of them came by to say hello, knowing that you weren’t after their hosts.

“Hey, nice to meet you my name is Edna.”she shook your hand, a girl with short brown hair and brown eyes

“I am Sena.”a red haired female said “And this is Gina.”

“Hey, I am new too.”they looked cool, not like you expected

“My name is Y/N, it’s really nice to meet you all.”

“Sorry about earlier.”said Sena

“Yeah, we are just overprotective with our hosts.”agreed Gina

“This tests can become a real battle.” nodded Edna “I heard that this year Beelzebub ‘s daughter will be attending.”the other two gasped “I hope she doesn’t take one of ours. I bet she is supper scary.”

“She must be super pretty too.”suggested Sena

“Talking about pretty.”they looked at you “You are gorgeous!”

“Thank you.”you blushed “But all of you are as well.”

“Awww stop it.”Gina grabbed her cheeks

“No, but really. You are demon royalty beautiful.You can compete with them. ”Sena couldn’t get here eyes off of you

“It’s lunch!”they grabbed you by the arms and pulled you out of the classroom

“Where are we going to?”you asked looking at them

“Everyone gathers up during lunch break, silly.”said playfully Sena

“It is the greatest time to find yourself a host. That is your second task in the test after all.”explained Edna.You found a good table and started looking around for potential females and males you might like.

“Oh!”pointed Gina “How about Jason?He is cute and doesn’t have a being with him.”

“He has a guardian angel already.”you pointed

“Really?”she squinted her eyes “So what?You can take him if you wanted to.Your demon beauty is too strong even for us and we are the same as you and female.”

“No Edna, I want to find him by my own standards.”

“What about her?Anna?”

“No.”

“The girl with black hair over there?”

“No.”

After a couple of nos, you got up to get something to eat, while your new friends were searching as best as they could for someone suitable for you. You grabbed something and made your way back.There were a few people blocking the way, so you waited. You looked over to your table and Sena waved her hand towards you, unwillingly your eyes moved farther back from them to a boy with blue hair walking in.Your smile disappeared and your face relaxed. The girls moved their heads back and noticed who was coming in.

“Y/N ,NO!”Edna jumped and ran to you with everyone else behind .They grabbed your shoulders and shook you “You shouldn’t.”they said

The loud screams made the boy in question look over. His hand dropped to the ground his drink as he saw in front of himself, something so beautiful that no poem could ever describe to the fullest.You ran your hand through your hair to fix it from all the shaking, which send the boy into a daze.

“Why shouldn’t I?”you asked

“His name is Min Yoongi. We don’t know if he is a demon or human, or if he someone’s host. His energy is that confusing.”Edna was very hyper as she explained this to you “It’s good if you stay back before something happens.”

They pulled you back to the classroom, yet the curiosity of playful demons was too strong to listen to advice. If they did then there wouldn’t be called demons and would have been able to stay angels, not to mention your blood line. As a strong creature you were able to sense his presence and found his classroom fast. During breaks you passed by a few times, letting him catch glimpses of you as much as he could.

Demons were beautiful creatures, that is how they lure humans to a sinful path towards hell. You were the most purest of all demons in the underworld and in the human world as well. If you wanted something, you would have it, one way or the other. The dominant side of your existence showed itself a bit. You could have him any time you wanted, but that wouldn’t be much fun. You wanted him to willingly throw himself into the sinful abyss.It would be so much sweeter to just let him come on his own, beg to be with you. This was exciting. With in the first few days you started noticing him more often, which meant your charm was working.

It was too soon, but you wanted to test out how in control you were so far. As he was in class, you felt his annoyance with the subject and the hate towards the teacher.So, why not use these emotions to your advantage.

“Miss?”you lifted your hand “May I go to the bathroom?”

“Yes of course, but don’t take too long.”you nodded, but on your way out Edna grabbed your shirt

“I don’t know what you are thinking of doing, but I have a bad feeling.” she whispered

“It’s ok. I am just going to have a bit of fun.”you grinned and left the room, making your way towards his class. As your wings appeared you entered without being noticed and flew to his side. Looking around his desk you saw a rubber eraser and got an idea.

Throw the eraser at him....

Yoongi’s head looked around but he didn’t see anyone around him, yet didn’t question the voice at all.

Come on...

You hate this class don’t you?

Throw it...

There wasn’t a sign of him moving, so you got pissed and turned around to leave.

* smack *

“MIN YOONGI!”the teacher yelled out “To the principal’s office!NOW!”he stood up and smirked

“On my way.” everyone in the room started talking how cool he was and you were surprised.Silently you followed him where he was going and heard their conversation. It wasn’t his first time to the principal’s office and by the sound of things he has done way worse things. A real bad boy, you thought to yourself.

He was acting cool on his way back to the classroom, where his teacher wasn’t too happy right now.

Good...

The moment his head moved to the side you whispered it.The boy stopped moving, flying off to your class you were content with the experiment. Happiness was written all over your face the whole day and you were smiling widely on your way out of the school building. Jimin was waiting for you in the darkness, when a hand grabbed you and pushed you against the building.

“Ah!”you gasped, feeling the cold wall behind your back

“Who are you?!” you were hit with a sudden question out of no where

“Shouldn't I ask that first?”you leaned closer to the man in front of you, hidden by the night’s darkness

“You don’t seem to understand who is in control here.”he pushed you back harder towards the wall to remind you

“Oh really?Well then won’t my master show his face.” your head was flush against the wall, but you looked at him with the eyes of a hungry devil and licked your lips.Your sudden reaction made his grip loosen a bit, which showed you that he was going into your trap slowly.

“I think you know who I am.”

“I do.But that isn’t what you came here for, is it?”

“I saw you today.”

“I did too.”you said

“Not that.”his grip tightened again “In front of the principal’s office there is a mirror.”

“So what?”you smirked and it sunk in your mind “A m-mirror...?”

“I am not sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me, so I came to check it out for myself.” his hand gripped your skirt, he might have wanted to see if you had a tail

“Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to disrespect girls?”

“There is nothing you can do about it anyways.”

“Aren’t you full of yourself.”you grabbed his shirt and switched places, now his back was against the wall “Min Yoongi.”

“You are stronger than I thought.”

“Why are you smiling?!” you frowned in front of him “You think you can escape me?I don’t know if you know this, but I am the one in control, I have been since you first say me.Sorry to break it to you.”you leaned closer to him

“Is that so?” his leg pushed your legs apart and you lost your balance falling onto his chest, one of his hands grabbed both yours and the other your waist, his leg not moving “I know how to tame bad girls.” your chest was beating fast, you were getting angry because no one so far has had so much control over you.Your heart was yelling yes, but you mind wanted to be dominant so much.

“That is good, but...”your head was looking down when you grabbed his face and pulled him to a soul sucking kiss, when you pulled away he was almost shaking. Your eyes were red and glowing in the darkness, horns coming out your head and teeth sharp. “...can you tame the devil?” he was silent, maybe from the shock “What is wrong human?”you leaned closer brushing your lips gently over his as you spoke “Scared?”

“I would have been.”his hands pulled your hips closer to his “If I wasn’t this attracted to you.I wonder why?”

“You know what they say, the devil was handsome, so humans would jump into hell on their own accord.”your eyes were locked onto his

“And how did they do that?” he asked

“Why do you ask?”

“I might want to commit some sins, if you know what I mean.”he grinned

“Aren’t you too cocky for your situation Min Yoongi?”

“Are you denying me hell, because I heard it’s really...” he lifted your legs and wrapped your thighs around his waist “...hot there.”

“I can tell you if you want to.Do you have a demon you have a certain interest in?”you asked obviously knowing the answer to the question

“I do have this little devil in mind.She makes me do things I shouldn’t.”

“But you like it.”

“Who said I don’t?” that smirk on his lips was driving you crazy

“Fine.” you stuck your tongue out, on it glowed a crest “Where should I mark you?Neck? Body?”you were playing around with him, when Yoongi grabbed your face

“Here.”he pulled you into a kiss. His tongue asking for entrance which you gave.There was a sudden flash in the sky for a second.When you pulled back he licked his lips and you saw the mark.

“Interesting choice.”you said and tried to pull away, but his hands didn’t let go of you

“Where do you think you are going honey?”he asked in a deep voice

“Home.”you leaned onto his shoulders and flew up in the sky

Yoongi sighed with a smile on his face and leaned back normally on the wall. “I am grateful for the parting gift.”

“What gift?”he pointed up and you noticed that you were flying over him in a skirt. Your hands covered you and you screamed out a bit “Perv!”

“Oh come on. You are going to call me that after what you did?Very brave of you Y/N.”

“That is the first time you said my name so far.”you relaxed a bit

“I will be using it a lot in the future, little miss devil.”

Your phone rang and you picked up only to hear Jimin asking you where you were and stuff like that. You told him you were on your way and hung up, placing it back in your pocket.

“What is it sugar? Daddy came to pick you up?”

“You are lucky it’s not him.”

You flew away and he chuckled behind you a bit. Jimin was waiting in front of the gate.

“Hey.”you grabbed him by the shoulders and picked his body off the ground “Sorry for making you wait so long.”

“I was worried.”he said

“Jimin, we are demons.”

“Yeah you are right.”he looked up and gasped “Look!”

“What is this?”there was a black book floating in front of you, it was very strange

“Y/N!”Jimin said “Did you find a host!”

“Is this the book of souls?!” Jimin nodded “ I am so excited for this!!!” your hands were gripping the book tight “Jimin?” you asked and realized something “Wait. If I am holding the book, then....JIMIN!”

“AAAaaaaaaaa!”

“Shiiiiitttttt!” you cussed and flew down to search for him, but when you reached the street there was no sign of him “He can’t be....can he?”

“I am over here.”you heard a pissed voice

“Jimin!”you turned around and gasped “You are flying!”

“I know, but it was your fault in the first place!”

“True, but you are flying!!!”

“I am thankful and very angry at the same time. Give me a minute to get used to this.”he was trying to balance, a normal thing for newbies

“It’s ok.”you said crossing your legs in the air like you were sitting on a chair

“Let me see the book.”he reached out and you gave it to him “The host you found is very fascinating.”Jimin was moving the object in his hand around looking at every detail on it “Dark and torn in places, looks kinda creepy yet cool.These golden chains and ornaments in places are interesting too.” he gave it back to “Who is your host?”

“Min Yoongi.”

“MIN WHO!?” he was so shocked he lost balance and almost fell onto the street

“You know him?”

“Of fucking course I do! He is from my circle of friends!”

“Oh, I didn’t know that.”you were calm when he obviously wasn’t

“Wait....Yoongi isn’t a demon?”Jimin gasped “That is so strange.What am i going to tell the others.”

“Why does every think that?It is so obvious he is a human.”you sighed

“To notice that you must be a high lever devil. By the way, now when we talk about power, you have a tail.”he looked down at it

“Yes, everyone in my family had on in a certain point in their life.”it was normal to you, those who didn’t have one were strange in your eyes

“You must be really strong.” he made a few circles in the air “I think I got used to flying.Lets go home so I can show you how to use the book.”

“I can use it?”you looked at him with wide eyes

“Lets go.”he sighed and grabbed your hand

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