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hualianff · 3 years

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More Than This VI 《V》

It’s no surprise XL gains his own taste of fame after walking the red carpet with one of the most sought-after actors in the country. He doesn’t mind it, going as far as to create a few social media accounts to interact with fans and scroll through their photos and edits of him. He has a few fan sites too, but only for fancy events where he chooses to be recognized in public.

XL and HC agreed before sharing their relationship with the public that they would maintain a strong sense of privacy when it came to their personal lives. They only share what they want to. The paparazzi who manage to take photos without permission are immediately disciplined so it doesn’t happen again.

(“I can’t believe you did it.”

“Hmm, Gege said he was okay with it.”

“I know! But I didn’t expect you to actually....” XL stares at a recent selfie of them HC had posted on his Twitter, taken the night HC won his award. “We look like we just had sex.”

“Nobody’s gonna know.”

XL raises an unimpressed eyebrow at his boyfriend. HC insists again.

“Nobody’s gonna know-”

“They’re gonna know,” XL says with a sigh, pointing to the hickey marks clearly visible on the photo. HC rolls over closer to XL in their bed, scrutinizing the image on XL’s phone.

“Oh, I didn’t see those when I posted the photo.”

“San Laaang!” XL cries, pushing at the taller man’s shoulder before burying his face into his pillow. HC makes XL breakfast in bed as an apology and promises to not drunk-post anything again.)

Eight months after officially dating–which is over two years since they met–HC asks XL to move in with him. XL doesn’t even need to think about his answer, a simple “Yes! Yes please!” escaping his lips. Both HC and XL’s faces light up with overjoyed smiles.

They seem to have had the same idea about where to live, purchasing a home they’ve been eyeing for months! The best aspects include a massive yard (front, side, and back) for XL to tend to, a hot tub, and a spacious living and dining room area to entertain guests. It’s not the grandest or most impressive residence by size or feature. In fact, the first months have them living in a half-finished, rusty house with the prettiest garden you’ve ever seen.

It gradually gets better. HC and XL knew they would have to do a lot of work to improve the shape of their home. Over the next year, they repair and remodel the house themselves, simultaneously adding value to the property and curating the style to fit their dream home. XL makes sure to post progress photos on his social media. His most recent selfie of HC and himself in hardware glasses got over 500k likes! He pinned HC’s comment that said, “Gege is my own very handyman!”

(HC, in a sleeveless tee, shorts that show off his ass, hair pulled back into a high bun: “Gege, you’re the boss now. Tell me what to do.”

XL, struggling not to gawk at HC’s side boobs: “O-okay, first, can you smash those cabinets-”

Cue them making out against the counter when it’s the only part of the kitchen that is fully done.)

***

Having a partner who considers the outdoors as a second home is a special experience. XL often takes HC on dates to national parks and plant nurseries. They go on weekend camping trips where XL teaches HC how to properly filter water, summit long stretches of terrain, and stay warm during cold nights with below-freezing temperatures.

(HC, trying to fit into XL’s sleeping bag: “Hi, gege-”

XL: “San Lang, you have your own sleeping bag that you can actually fit in.”

HC: ‘But I’m cold. Gege helps keep me warm.”

XL: “Fine. But let’s use yours because it’s bigger.”

HC, kissing XL’s forehead: “Thank you, my love.”)

On their hikes, XL points to different plants, explaining their origins and why he finds each one particularly beautiful. At first, HC picks up random flowers on the way home and then he asks XL about what flower fate gave him that day to gift his beloved. (“San Lang, that’s not allowed!”) HC eventually stores all the random facts in his mind, always eager to listen to XL talking about his passion. He also learns to keep his hands from digging up “poor, helpless plants from their home soil.”

However, this unfortunately doesn't prevent HC from accidentally squishing some plants in their yard that he thought were just weeds.

(HC, thinking he’s a good partner: “Get out, stupid weeds. CHOP CHOP!”

XL: “SAN LANG STOP, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

HC: “Gege always works so hard. I just wanted to help you in the yard today because you deserve it.” 🥺

XL: *sigh* “I appreciate the gesture, San Lang. But those particular grasses took months to grow, and you just killed them-“)

***

Countless media outlets try to stir up trouble like they typically do with celebrities. Especially when HC has roles that involve romance, articles claiming HC and XL are on the brink of breaking up receive lots of attention. However, what gains more attention are the videos the couple posts on Youtube or Instagram live of their reactions to their “scandals.”

(XL, reading a headline: “Actor bachelor Hua Cheng and co-star Yushi Huang seem to be cozying up after a late-night shoot.’”

HC: “I’m not a bachelor, the fuck?”

XL, smiling: “You could be. Me as well. We can be bachelors together.”

HC, chuckling: “All right. If gege is, then so am I.”

The comments: “That doesn’t make any sense!?”

HC, reading another headline: “HC’s lover found with a mysterious third party??”

XL, exclaiming: “Oh, that’s Shi Qingxuan! You know, the designer for all our red carpet outfits!” 🥰🥰

HC: *nodding along*

XL, cheekily: “-and my secret second-lover”

HC: *blanches* “What.”

XL: “Kidding!!!! San Lang is the only one for me, hehe.” *kisses HC’s cheek* “Okay, next one!”)

Everyone watching the videos is 50% confused and 50% entertained as HC and XL make light of any drama the media portrays them in. Viewers accept that of course, the rumors aren’t true; HC and XL are still very much in love.

They’re in love with each other and will continue falling for many years to come.

***

HC doesn’t like watching himself on screen. However, he does enjoy previewing his own movies for the first time with his boyfriend.

While XL watches the new movie, HC observes XL’s reactions. It helps that XL is a conversational movie watcher too. XL’s narrations consist of horny comments during the sexual scenes (“Ooh, that’s hot. Nice tongue.” “Thank you?”), side remarks about the plot and characters (“San Lang, your character is very rude.” “...”), and dramatic reactions to the huge reveal scenes where HC becomes a human punch bag. (“Oh my goooosh, San Lang!! It was him all along- AHH!!”)

As a perfectionist, something you have to be in HC’s field of work, HC is incredibly self-critical of his performance. Which is another reason why it’s nice to have XL watch alongside with, who never has a shortage of praises for his boyfriend.

(HC: “Fuck, why did they leave this shot in the final? I’m supposed to be mourning for my dead lover but instead, I look like I’m crying out of daddy issues. Why did no one tell me!? It looks so bad-” *pointing to himself on the screen* “-stop looking so constipated-!”

XL, squeezing HC’s nape and massaging his shoulders: “San Lang, no one thinks that except for you. You did everything perfectly. Please acknowledge your hard work and just enjoy the movie.”

HC: *sigh* “You’re right. Okay. Thanks, gege.”

A beat of silence. HC cuddles closer to XL.

HC: “Love you.”

XL: “Love you too.”)

***

XL now knows HC’s movies well enough to quote HC’s lines in his movies to make him laugh. HC happily indulges him, questioning after breaking character, “Gege, are you sure I’m the actor out of the two of us?”

One time, HC and XL are in their kitchen re-enacting a scene with HC as the investigator going to a bartender for more information on his suspect. HC has XL caged against the counter, asking in a teasing manner, “How can I repay you for your help tonight?”

XL lowers his eyelids, looking up through his lashes, flawlessly depicting his character. “Any restrictions on your offer?”

“No, darling. Name a price, a brand, a desire. Right now, anything is on the table,” HC says huskily. XL slyly bites his lip.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

XL brings a hand up to cup HC’s jaw, then smooths it down his neck, traveling down his bare chest. XL tilts his head to expose his neck, wanting to build up his boyfriend’s anticipation. But before he can say his next line, HC effortlessly throws XL over his shoulder like a bag of rice.

“San Lang, wait, this is not how it went in the movie!” XL shouts, a little dizzy from the sudden lift turning him upside down. HC takes long strides to their bedroom, plopping XL on their mattress and blanketing him with his larger frame.

HC only utters a husky “we’re improvising” before diving down to devour XL’s lips. XL’s arms hook around HC’s neck, holding him impossibly close.

***

After a filming shoot where HC’s character gets beaten up–HC performing his own stunts–he heads home beyond exhausted. He just wants to take a relaxing shower and cuddle his boyfriend in their warm bed.

HC arrives at their house a little past midnight. He opens the door and finds XL’s back facing him, quietly humming a song as he takes care of the vase in the living room. The sight makes HC smile.

However, as XL turns around, the vase slips from his hands and explodes into pieces on the ground.

“San Lang! What happened to you!?” XL cries out, the panic in his voice only comparable to the day he had confessed. HC stands in the doorway confused. Was something wrong with his appearance?

XL is on him in an instant, his pupils shaking as he frantically asks, “Does it hurt a lot? What happened!?”

HC blinks, expression blank as he still doesn't understand what has freaked XL out. But as the shorter man gently caresses HC’s face, it suddenly hits him.

The make up!

HC urgently starts rubbing the fake bruises off his face. “Gege, I’m okay! It’s just make up, none of this is real. See?” He holds his hands out for XL to see as the pigment stains HC’s palms. “I’m so sorry! San Lang is dumb, he didn’t mean to make you worry,” HC murmurs as he takes XL between his arms. He really loves this man too much.

XL’s teary eyes shine glimmer as HC embraces him. “Y-you’re sure you’re okay?”

HC nods, leaning into the slender hand that cups his cheek.

“Thank goodness,” XL breaths out as he buries his face into HC’s neck. His next words are slightly muffled. “It looks…so realistic.”

“Yeah, the make up artists are all quite talented, aren’t they?”

XL clings tighter to HC.

“Very much so. Let’s shower so we can properly wash it off.”

“All right,” HC says. “Wait, we?”

XL tugs HC toward the master bathroom.

“Hush, let’s go.”

***

They lay in bed together after four long months of separation. Both of them had been in different parts of the country; HC filmed a drama series while XL traveled for several high-profile projects. Their respective busy work schedules limited communication to brief video chats and text messages, which never seemed enough.

Now, with his head resting on HC’s chest, their legs overlapping comfortably, XL finally feels like he’s where he belongs.

“Why did you choose me?”

Tactical fingers massage XL’s scalp, lulling him into a serene state of bliss. XL nuzzles further into his boyfriend-sized pillow.

“It’s not like I can choose who I fall in love with, Gege,” HC states with a light chuckle. “But if you want an answer, it’s because you are everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner.”

XL looks up at his boyfriend, mouth forming a shape of an O.

“That simple? Even when we made a deal to have no strings attached?” XL asks. HC groans at the reminder of their initial agreement.

“Yes, which was a dumb decision on my part.”

“I agreed to it too. We were both dumb.”

They are silent for a moment. It’s not the first time they’ve talked about or referenced their insecurities when it came to confessing their feelings. XL’s luck when it came to dating someone who could love him for every part of him was practically nonexistent. HC’s constant grappling for his self-identity and worth rendered most of his relationships superficial. And temporary.

Always temporary.

“I can’t believe you thought I didn’t like your plants though. They’re so pretty. And fascinating.” HC says, breaking the silence.

“They take up half our living room space.”

“So? You work with plants all day. They’re bound to be a part of your personal life as well.”

XL’s heart bursts with a sudden fondness. It’s a wonderful thing to be appreciated for the little things.

“I’m glad you think so,” he says happily. HC hums in response, sending vibrations to where XL’s cheek lays on his chest. “I can’t believe I didn’t know you were a famous actor for the first three months we…”

“Met up for sex?” HC finishes with an impish grin.

“Yes,” XL laughs.

“It was nice not to be recognized for once. With you, I could just be myself,” HC says with ease he never thought he would be able to do. He’s struggled with letting himself be vulnerable his whole life. It turns out, HC just had to find the right person. And thank god he did. XL is more than HC’s outlet from his career. He’s become HC’s closest friend who knows him the best; he is HC’s number one supporter in any endeavor he pursues; he makes HC feel important. XL sees and loves HC for who he is. No amount of fame or wealth could come close to comparison.

“Gege?”

“Hmm?”

“Does it ever bother you that my life is always everyone else’s business?” HC softly asks.

“Well, the fame can be a bit…uncomfortable,” XL admits. “But you’re an amazing actor. And a remarkable person. I can’t blame your fans for loving you so much, you know? I also got to ride in a limo-“

“Which you rode very well-”

XL flicks his boyfriend’s forehead.

“You’re so predictable.”

“You would’ve said the same thing given the chance. Don’t lie, gege.”

They go back and forth a little longer, never once creating unnecessary distance between each other as they roll around until they’re on their sides. Facing each other in their bed that’s been vacant for months, HC and XL are inseparable.

“As I was saying, fame is something that comes with your job–your passion. You can’t control it, nor does it solely characterize who you are. Besides, I get to be a part of your life! That’s all that really matters,” XL continues. He shifts forward so their bodies are closely pressed together. XL plants a kiss on HC’s chin, then whispers a confession that tilts HC’s entire world on its axis.

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for someone like you.”

HC’s world spins and spins until all that he sees is his beloved, gleaming brighter than all the galaxies without the power to disrupt their orbit. He wraps his arms around XL and kisses the top of his head.

“Me too, Gege.”

Bonus:

HC watches wearily as XL salivates at a showering scene where HC’s bare ass flashes in the frame. XL turns to HC with a serious look in his eyes.

“San Lang! Hiking has done your ass wonders.”

XL sneaks a grope to a meaty cheek. HC chokes.

***

“You can’t be late to your own premiere!” XL cries incredulously.

“Try me,” HC purrs into XL’s ear, delicately kissing the lobe.

XL gasps as teasing hands roam around his torso, one of them slipping down to cup his behind. He vaguely thinks about how SQX is expecting them in the next hour to help with their red carpet outfits. But when hungry lips attach to the sensitive column of his neck, XL is a goner.

“Gege doesn’t have to do any work. Just lay back and look pretty.”

(Brainchild with @no-one-says-hi!)

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lilydalexf · 3 years

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Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with Vickie Moseley

Vickie Moseley has 252 stories at Gossamer, some of which have also made their way to AO3. She has obviously contributed a ton to the fandom over the years! I’ve recced some of my favorites of her stories here before, including Giving Thanks, Stunned, and a bunch of post-eps for particular episodes, including “Firewalker” and “Pine Bluff Variant.” Big thanks to Vickie for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

Not really. Well, actually, it has always surprised me that anyone would read my stories even during the heyday of the series, but that’s my self-consciousness talking. That people are discovering The X-Files is not at all surprising and that they are stumbling on fan fic is a natural extension and I find that wonderful. My husband and I never watched Grimm when it was on network TV and we’re currently going through that series, so it’s the streaming-on-demand-there-isn’t-anything-new-on-TV times we find ourselves.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

Friendships. I have a group of women that I’ve been friends with for over 20 years. Until this year we gathered in person every year. We are in contact on Facebook messenger all the time and a conversation will start up just out of thin air when we haven’t conversed for months! It’s been wonderful knowing these women from all parts of the country (and the world for that matter).

And strangely enough, medical research. My writing tended to focus on ‘injured Mulder’ (or Mulder Torture as we termed it) and I also liked reading that in fan fic. Two years ago this managed to help me in real life. My husband experienced a bilateral pneumothorax (both lungs collapsed spontaneously). One of my favorite stories that I have read and reread is “Short of Breath” by the incomparable dee_ayy. She did some serious research while writing that story and it’s all in that fan fiction. I’m not saying it’s the same as a medical degree, but I knew what was happening, why the doctors where performing certain procedures and it really eased my mind as we went through the whole experience. I never would have known what was going on if I hadn’t read that story so many times.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

Email was the ‘social media’ for the day. That, and newsfeeds. There were two newsfeeds in the beginning: the official FOX website had a message board, and there was one on ‘alt.tv’ which was an internet newsfeed where fans posted spoilers and discussed episodes. The alt.tv newsfeed got tired of the fan fic writers posting stories so a separate newsfeed was formed just for fan fic. EMXC, which was an AOL mailing list, was invite only and somewhat exclusive at first, but opened up to everyone. When the old OSU (Ohio State University) mailing list turned into Gossamer and Ephemeral, the fandom, and fan fic just skyrocketed.

But what you lived for the most, as a writer, was actual feedback. Emails from people all over who read your story. It was nice to get a quick ‘Hey, read this and really like it!’ but the wonderful emails, the ones you kept in folders on your inbox, were the ones that went into detail, sometimes critical, sometimes grammar related, but always showing where you could improve, or where you touched someone. Every friend I have from the fandom started as feedback, either to me or from me. I’m on AO3 and I appreciate ‘kudos’ but I really love getting comments.

What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

Confidence in my writing. I learned a lot from other writers. Constructive feedback was a gift! I may never write the great American novel but I don’t think I’m afraid to give it a shot after all my years in fan fic.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

They had me at ‘aliens’. I’m a sucker for UFO shows. Was front row center at Close Encounters of the Third Kind, read many of the UFO standards, still watch Ancient Aliens on History Channel. I was waiting for The X-Files based on the tiny blurb in the 1993 Fall Preview Guide from TV Guide.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

I kinda got fired from a job I loved and couldn’t go back into that arena for a long time. I was so depressed I was cleaning out my kitchen cabinets. My husband ‘gave’ me the internet for my birthday just to get me out of the dumps. I went straight to ‘yahoo’ and typed in X Files. After reading all the character bios I saw a ‘hyperlink’ (yes, that’s what we called them in 1995) to something called ‘fan fiction’. It was the OSU tree directory of about 100 fan fiction stories. I was instantly hooked.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

I still love the show and all the fans I run across. I was not happy with S8 or S9 but I did watch The Truth. I was on Haven for a while during the reboots (S10 and S11) but it wasn’t the same. I’ve got all the seasons on DVD or blu ray and both movies. When I hear from fans, I’m so happy to connect but I don’t go out and look for new stories anymore.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

None. My heart belongs to Mulder ;)

Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

Captain Kirk, Spock, Captain Picard, Will Riker, Luke, Han, Leia, Poe, Rae, Kylo at the end. I like strong characters but it’s OK if they have flaws. I’d like to see more strong female leads in science fiction (Gammora and Nebula are favs of mine, too). I love Brea Larson’s portrayal of Captain Marvel!

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

Sure. When the Pandemic hit we started going through the series for maybe the 20th time. It’s nice to watch them on a larger TV screen. Kim Manners was a genius with lighting and showing just enough of the ‘monster’. I suspect he will be better appreciated in the future than he was at the time he was alive.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

I still go back and read my favorites from XF. I read Blood Ties by Dawn about once a year, the whole series. I go back and read the Virtual Season X seasons. We had some really good stories in those years.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

Too many to list! Dawn, of course. Susan Proto (I co-wrote with her), Sally Bahnsen, dee_ayy, Suzanne Bickerstaff’s Magician Series was the first (and only) fantasy I ever truly liked! I loved all my co-writers and there are plenty of writers that I wish we’d gotten around to collaborating.

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

I’m proud of Out of the Cold because it’s Mulder before Scully. I’m partial to the Flight Into Egypt series because I like ‘righting’ what I thought Carter got wrong in the end.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

I keep trying! I’m working (have been working for almost a decade now) on a Flight Into Egypt story set at Christmas. Each fall I drag it out of mothballs, write a paragraph or two and get busy doing Christmas stuff. Funny, but it was easier to find time to write when I was a working mom of 6 than as a retired grandma of 3.

Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

I’m putting together a cookbook for my kids and grandkids of all our family recipes. It’s not just the recipes, but the stories behind them. It’s a WIP (work in progress).

Where do you get ideas for stories?

I had a book, just a cheap paperback of unexplained events—all true stories, supposedly—that I got a lot of ideas from. Or, like Carter, I would see something in the news and it would turn into a story. One time I had a dream about our Pur water filter and it turned into a fan fic.

What's the story behind your pen name?

My older sister named me because my Mom and Dad let her. I never used a pen name. That’s my real name, you can google me and find out all about me. I used to have a wiki page or so my kids told me.

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

My kids used to tell their friends that ‘Mom is famous on the internet’ as a joke. Most of my friends know. My other life is in politics and the two lives usually don’t cross but once on a campaign I was asked by a reporter if I was the ‘same’ Vickie Moseley who writes fan fiction. If I had lied, that would have been the story—that I lied about this hobby of mine. Like it was something to be ashamed of or I was ashamed of my writing. So instead of ducking the question I said ‘yeah, have you read any of my stuff?’ Fan fiction was not mentioned in the finished article.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

I’m on AO3 but only a partial list. My website is still up thanks to Mimic.

Is there anything else you'd like to share with fans of X-Files fic?

Back when I started writing (1995) it was a sort of commune. We all loved reading fan fiction, we didn’t want the story to end with the credits. So if you wanted to read, you were encouraged to write, too, so that others had stories to read and share. It was a cooperative arrangement very much like the old Literary Societies back in the 19th Century. I really miss that, so I hope that on some level that is still going on.

(Posted by Lilydale on November 10, 2020)

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missymallow · 4 years

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Drarry: James (2)

Part 1

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“So, what do you think of him?”

James looked up when he heard Uncle Nev's voice filled up the living room. He blinked, before he turned back to his task; building up the blocks of wood to form the left tower of Hogwarts. He was almost done with this set, and perhaps he can coax his Dada to buy him another; he'd hope so.

Building blocks help him to think, help him to gather his thoughts before he speaks them. "He's dumb."

Uncle Nev laughed as he sat himself on the sofa and throws his arm on the backrest of the furniture. "He rather is, isn't he? And how did he took the news?"

"Like a moron."

"Hey, now." Uncle Nev clicked his tongue in disapproval, frowning. "He's your father."

"He's not. Biologically, yes, but not emotionally."

Before the older man can say anything, the floo flared up as Aunt Hannah stumbled in, face bright as she grinned and walked straight towards James without giving her husband a spare. She heavily flopped herself next to James, hands dropping her things on the floor as she joined him assembling the blocks up. "How did it go?" asked Aunt Hannah once she settled, eyes sparkling for information. "How was he when you left?"

James stifled a smirk. Now, this is what he's been waiting for. A person who shared the same sentiment as him.

"Devastated."

"Nice!" Aunt Hannah cackled, raising her hand for a high five and James met her hand halfway, grinning pleasantly.

"Honey, no." Uncle Nev groaned, palming his face. "Don't encourage him."

Aunt Hannah waved him dismissively without turning around, gesturing James to share more information.

James, gladly do so.

“It was as if a spell was broken and the memories of Dada suddenly hit him like Bludger. He did not expect of my existence at all."

"What a prick." Aunt Hannah scoffed, throwing her husband a heated glare. "I can't believe he's your friend."

"What do I got to do with any of this?" asked Uncle Nev in disbelief. "I'm not responsible for his actions."

"Perhaps not, but how dare he forgot about everything?"

"Maybe there's an explanation for that."

"He left Draco, and never come back, Nev! It's been eight years!" Aunt Hannah roared, almost hitting one of the roofs of the miniature Hogwarts with her hand if James didn't pull it away just in time.

Eight years, that's how old James is. Eight years old, and never once he has met his other father until today. Not that he was desperate for it, he had come to terms with it the moment he understood that his other father won't come around. He doesn't need another father, Dada is enough.

"I know, sweetheart." said Uncle Nev, sliding down the sofa to scoot closer to his wife. "And we've all moved on from it. Draco has moved on."

James didn't think so. Sometimes he'd catch the longing look that carved on Dada's face when his eyes landed on James.

"But doesn't mean we won't let him suffer." Aunt Hannah announced, and this is the reason why James loved her the most. "How is Draco?"

"Tired, now that we only have two months left before his due." said Uncle Nev, and there was a fond smile curved on his face, mirrored by Aunt Hannah. "We wore him out today, he wasn't supposed to go out at this stage."

"But it was worth it." James interjected. "Mr. Potter thought you're having a baby with Dada."

There's a small silence before Aunt Hannah guffawed, doubling over in contrast to Uncle Nev's bewildered face.

"Well, he's not wrong." Aunt Hannah chuckled, wiping away her teared up eyes. "And what was his reaction?" she asked eagerly, leaning forward to James.

"Crumbling down to ash."

"Oh, I wish I was there to see it!" Aunt Hannah whined, and James grinned while Uncle Nev only give a resigned look at the two of them.

"We have to make sure he learns." said Aunt Hannah then, lips pressed together as she turned serious. "I understand that he has his own demons to deal with, but I can't forgive that he has forgotten about Draco along the way."

"Honey…"

"No! We were there, Nev. We saw how he struggled with everything!"

James bit his lips as he regard his uncle and aunt; faces turned sombre as if they were pulled years back, where they were still young and stupid, struggled to learn the rope of the new world.

"I won't be satisfied until he learns what he needs to learn." Aunt Hannah stated, voice leave no room for argument.

"I didn't say I opposed of the idea, love." said Uncle Nev softly. "I just don't want-"

James frowned when Uncle Nev leaned to his wife, whispering the rest of the words to her ear. He especially dislike it when he was not included, as if he was too small for adults' business. He crossed his arms and give his best glare to his uncle. "I am not a child!"

Both adults turned to him in surprise before they broke into a set of sheepish smiles.

"There you go, Nev." said Aunt Hannah. "You know better than went behind his back."

Uncle Nev chuckled and smiled to him kindly, "I just don't want you to get the wrong impression of your father, James. He's a good person if you can give him a chance."

"He lost his chance the moment he forgot about Dada." said James, chin lifted up to show his displeasure.

"I agree." Aunt Hannah nodded. "If he wants another chance, we're not going to make it easy for him."

"I don't want to give him another chance." said James stubbornly. Why won't they understand?

"He's Harry Potter." said Uncle Nev. "And as far as I know Harry, he won't stop until he gets what he wants."

"Correct." his aunt nodded in agreement. "For that reason, we're not going to yield. No matter what." she lifted a fist in determination and presented it to James, who took it happily as he bumped his fist to her.

"We'll give him hell." James grinned.

"Right." Uncle Nev piped in, watching them with a wary look. "You two need to be careful or Draco’s going to kill you both."

"Excuse me?" Aunt Hannah feigned a gasp. "We're in this together, you're included!"

"What?" Uncle Nev gaped in an unattractive way and James can't help but giggled.

"Which reminds me!" Aunt Hannah clasped her hand, and point a finger to her husband. "You need to pick up the Olive Oil from Molly."

"Which means-" James perk up excitedly.

"Yes." Aunt Hannah's smirked was wicked and James love every inch of it. "It's time to execute our first plan."

Somewhere in the background, James heard Uncle Nev's groaned in despair.

The sound of the floo flared up and a voice calling up to Molly caught the attention of the occupants in the kitchen.

"In the kitchen!" Molly called back, getting up from her seat as she immediately went to her cabinets, brows furrowed as if looking for something.

"Mom, what are you doing?" asked Ron, seemed to be as perplexed as Harry.

"Just something." mumbled Molly, distracted.

"Harry! Ron and Hermione!" A voice called from the kitchen entrance.

"Neville!" Both Ron and Hermione exclaimed in a great surprise. Meanwhile, Harry's stomach flipped at the sight of Neville. Yesterday's event flashed behind his eyes, as if it was just happened minutes ago. He unconsciously gulped, working in an auto mode as he followed his friends' actions: getting up their seat and greeted Neville with warmth.

Harry watched as they exchanged hugs and smiles, assessing one another with enthusiasm. He doesn't miss the way Ron and Hermione exchanged nervous glances as Neville turned his back to them in order to greet Harry. He let himself pulled by Neville in a tight hug, slapping his shoulder in a good nature as they pull apart.

"Merlin, it's been eight years!"

"Yea." said Harry, forcing a smile.

"How are you, mate?" asked Ron as he rounded to stand next to Harry. He mentally thank his friend when he felt a reassuring hand on his back.

"I'm doing great! Life's never been better!" replied Neville, white teeth in display as he smiled widely.

Harry bet hundreds Galleons that his life would be perfect too if he hadn't screwed things up.

"That's nice." he commented half heartedly.

"What are you up to these days?" Hermione then piped in, moving to sandwiched Harry in between Ron and her.

"Well, I'm working at Hogwarts now. I'm a professor, can you believe it?" said Neville, head tilted up as he proudly grinned.

"That's brilliant!" exclaimed Ron, and for a moment, Harry genuinely proud of him when the dreadful feeling was back possessing his stomach the moment Molly interrupted with a victorious shout of: "I found it!"

They momentarily distracted as Molly weaved her way through the three of them so she can hand Nevile a medium size of a glass bottle, which was taken by the man with a great relief passing through his face.

"Thank you, Molly. You're a lifesaver!"

"What is it?" asked Hermione.

"Olive Oil, dear." answered Molly with a kind smile before she turned to Neville. "Five drops should do the trick."

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind." said Neville, giving Molly a thankful smile.

Molly nodded, and the two of them locked their gazes in a brief moment before Molly raised an eyebrow and cock her hips sideways. "Well, are you going to tell me how is he doing?"

"Who, Draco?"

Harry can't help it, he pinned his gaze to Neville the moment he dropped Draco’s name, heart palpitating out of tempo and he can feel Hermione’s hand gripping his fingers tightly.

"Was there anyone else you impregnate, Neville?"

Said man spluttered vigorously, face getting red by the seconds and Harry hated himself when he wish he can whip the expressions off Neville's face. He didn't have the right to feel this way.

Molly however, looked strangely smug.

"He's- he's doing well." said Neville, fanning himself to chase the redness off his face. "He's been keeping me awake at night, so your oil was a really huge help."

Harry forced himself not to think of the implications behind those words by clenching his teeth tight.

“- I mean!" stammered Neville suddenly, face decorated with red, he can almost rivaled a ripe tomatoes.

"Don't be embarrassed, dear." Molly waved him dismissively, eyes twinkling as she said, "Pregnant do make us insatiable."

The row of plates on the dish rack suddenly exploded and it took Harry a few seconds to realise that he was the reason it happened. Four pairs of surprised eyes locked onto him, and Hermione was the first one to ask his condition.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, sorry- I'm just-" Harry sighed deeply, as he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Merlin, he can't help it anymore. He opened his eyes and looked up to Neville who eyed him with worry.

"Sorry, Neville, but are you married to Draco Malfoy?"

From his peripheral view, he saw both Ron and Hermione whipped their heads to him at the same time, and immediately turned to Neville for an answer. Neville, on his part, exchanged glances with Molly before he sighed and rubbed his neck awkwardly.

"Well, we're not exactly married but he's carrying my child at the moment, so I guess we're kind of together?" explained Neville, eyes sought for Molly's in a nervous way.

"Of course you are, darling," said Molly confidently. "You've been there since James, and the second one is on the way! If that's not together, then I don't know what is."

"James?" The three of them choruses in a questioning manner.

Molly turned to them with an eyebrow raised and a hand propped on her waist. "Yes, James. Draco’s firstborn."

"He- he named his son James?" asked Harry breathlessly.

"Well, it was rather obviously why, wasn't it?" Molly smiled knowingly, and for the second time, cold air washing over Harry's body.

"Harry, breathe." Hermione’s voice whispered.

"He's mine?" Harry ignored her, keeping his eyes locked to Molly's. He doesn't know what to think; he felt numb, somehow.

"Harry-" begin Neville softly, and was about to say something but a familiar yet foreign voice suddenly called from the fireplace.

"Molly, is Neville there?"

Harry's heart stopped, head automatically faced the sources of the sound as he stood there, petrified.

"I'm here!" Neville shouted back, warily eyeing Harry, as if he was going to bolt to the fireplace anytime.

"Come home, I need you!"

"I'll be there!"

"Great, say thank you to Molly!"

Without waiting for a reply, the voice disconnected the call leaving the five adults in the kitchen to stood next to each other awkwardly. Neville was the one who took the initiative to break the silence.

"I have to go now, Draco needs me. Thank you Molly, and uh, I'll see you around."

Dropping a kiss to Molly's cheek, Neville parted his way by giving a small nod to the remaining petrified adults.

When Neville disappeared from his sight, Harry flopped down the floor as if his legs can't carry his weight anymore.

The ringing in his ears was getting louder, as well as the swelling of his heart that was expanding throughout his ribcage making it hard to breathe properly.

He can't think anymore.

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msiopao · 4 years

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The One with their Baby Ducklings

pairing: namjin x maknae line (ft. uncles sope)

summary: after the disaster, nobi realizes that they are all namjin’s baby ducklings that have been following them since the very beginning

Yelling.

That was the first thing jungkook heard when he woke up. judging by the sound of the voice, it must’ve been jin and he was angry. this time, he was very pissed off and jungkook wanted to stay inside his room to avoid the wrath of jin, even though he doesn’t even know what caused it. the words sounded muffled and he was confused with what happened but something inside told him it was something he wouldn’t want to hear.

“SERIOUSLY! YOU SHOULDN’T DO SOMETHING YOU DON’T KNOW WITHOUT SOMEONE WHO KNOWS HOW TO HANDLE THE SITUATION IF TURNED FOR THE WORST!”

“YOU COULD’VE GOTTEN HURT! THANK GOD THE CABINETS ARE NOT WOODEN OR OUR HOUSE WOULD’VE BURNED DOWN!”

“YOU SHOULD’VE CALLED ME TO TELL ME WHAT YOU WERE WANTING TO DO SO I COULD TELL YOU HOW TO DO IT PROPERLY AND SAFELY!”

“DO YOU KNOW HOW MY HEART STOPPED WHEN JIMIN CALLED ME ALL FRANTIC AND SCARED?!”

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU!”

a knock from his door made him jump and he burrowed under the covers to hide from his oldest hyung but peeked his head out when he heard the second oldest’s voice.

“Kook?” Yoongi’s voice came through from the other side of the door. “you awake?”

“ah hyung, i think he’s still sleeping.” That was the voice he recognized to be hobi’s.

“are you serious? after all that, he’s still sleeping.”

jungkook stood up to go to the door and he slowly opened it to peek out and see the faces of yoongi and hoseok.

“oh, jungkook!” hobi whisper-yelled and jungkook smiled. “can we come in? we’re not exactly comfortable being out there right now.”

the youngest made way for the older two to enter and they sat on nobi’s bed while jungkook laid on his.

“what happened?” jungkook asked.

hobi laughed while yoongi let out a small chuckle. “it appears while hyung and i were out, the other 3 caught the kitchen on fire.”

with the mention of ‘fire’, jungkook turned around and wildly looked at them. “fire? is nobi okay?”

“seriously, we tell him the kitchen bursted into flames and the first thing he cares about is nobi.” yoongi’s quiet complains made jungkook quietly growl causing yoongi to wave him off quietly. “yes, she’s okay. but right now, i think she most prefers the flames over her yelling mother out there.”

“apparently, to what we heard jimin say, they wanted to make chicken but they left the oil for too long and caused a grease fire,” hoseok explained.

“ah, seriously. asami sakura,” jungkook groaned and slapped his hand against his forehead.

“you know, when we passed by, nobi was close to crying.” yoongi hit the back of hoseok’s head for the careless confession.

“yah, don’t say that to him,” he quietly scolded causing the younger to mumble an apology. they nervously looked at jungkook, expecting a glare due to how territorial he was to the girl.

“what he meant to say was that nobi’s feeling sorry and i think she was just shaken up.”

“i’m going out there,” jungkook stood up but the other two held him down.

“no. you’ll be roped into a situation you have no business in being in so just stay in here until everything is re-solved,” hoseok reasoned. it didn’t go well with the youngest.

“if the 3 of them almost burned the dorm to the ground, don’t you think it’s an issue we should re-solve by talking it out as a group?”

yoongi and hoseok looked at each other in defeat, knowing that there was nothing else they could say without jungkook arguing with them.

...

nobi sat on the beige couch, fingers fidgeting slightly and hair fanning the sides of her face as if it was an attempt to hide in shame. taehyung and jimin were both looking at the floor, head hanging in shame.

“what were you all thinking just cooking something like that out of the blue?” jin asked angrily, draped over the loveseat with his leg on top of his knee. his voice was hoarse from all the yelling and scolding. “you could’ve gotten badly hurt! burned!”

“it wasn’t their fault, hyung.” nobi looked up to meet his eyes. “i asked them and it’s all my fault. i couldn’t wait for you to come home and i really wanted to try something new.”

“what do you mean ‘something new’? you help me cook all the time!” jin said.

“i wanted to cook something for you and showcase what i’ve learned from you,” nobi mumbled. “i’m sorry, hyung.”

namjoon looked at jin and he nodded. “listen, you three. sure, we’re angry and we’re mad. but we were just worried because you didn’t know how to put it out and we don’t know what we would do if you got hurt. you’re more than our members and co-workers. you’re our family, you guys. do you understand?”

tears gathered in her eyes at her leader’s words as there was no one else she wanted to impress. he’s her idol and him telling her that was enough to get the waterfall to spill down her face.

“i understand that it was an accident and you were just trying to eat something. but, dear god, i will never forgive myself for leaving you here and being hurt because i wasn’t here,” jin sighed.

“your lives are our top priority and we will do anything to keep you from hurting yourselves anymore than you have.”

the appearance of the last 3 members from the hallway made everyone look at them and jungkook immediately stuck himself beside nobi on the space that taehyung made by scooting to the edge of the couch and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“sorry i wasn’t awake to help,” he mumbled to which she just smiled softly.

“you would’ve probably made it worse.”

“i’ll just ask this: are you guys okay?” yoongi asked, the slightest tone of worry in his voice.

“yea,” the maknae line, minus jungkook, replied quietly.

“a fire. thank god for the fire extinguisher,” jin kept muttering.

“that must’ve been the feeling that we felt!” hoseok giggled at the unfamiliar dread in the pit of his stomach earlier. “yoongi-hyung and i had this weird sense of dread and we thought we were going crazy!”

“i think something was trying to tell us it was a fire since the song played in my speakers,” yoongi added.

“maybe fate was trying to tell us you were in trouble?” hoseok wondered. “sorry your uncles weren’t there to help, kids.”

“you’re not our uncles, hyung.” jimin’s comment made the self-proclaimed uncles look at him wildly causing him to stutter out, “more like,,, cousins?”

“either way, we apologize for not being there to help you.”

“shouldn’t you have called me first though, asami sakura?” yoongi pointed, fake hurt plastered on his face.

namjoon and jin shared a look that meant they were done with this whole thing. but they appreciated the others’ attempt of lightening up the mood.

“you should be punished for this whole thing,” jin said causing the three to deflate. “but since it was an accident and you didn’t meant to, i won’t make it very harsh. just cleaning up this mess and dish duty for 3 months, one for each of you. and you 3 aren’t allowed to be at home without one of us to stay behind.”

surprise was evident on their faces as they were expecting something harsh like cleaning the whole dorm but hey, they’ll take just dish duty. they were grateful for jin’s understanding as the situation wasn’t in their control and they couldn’t help the fire from happening.

“namjoon, you stay here while i go take a bath. good lord, i need a nice bath to calm myself,” jin stood up and walked to the hallway. “my heart is still beating.”

“i woke up to him. but at least he got it out of his system by screaming and yelling,” jungkook explained.

nobi was still quiet but she moved closer to his side and he tightened his hold around her.

“i think i’m spiderman,” hoseok massaged his chest, on top of where his heart was supposed to be. “like i got his instictual feeling!”

“no, you are anpanman.”

jimin’s quiet retort made the others chuckle and namjoon observed his little family.

the mood has turned from dark to light in a matter of minutes and jin returned with his signature pink hoodie and grey sweats while running his hands through his hair.

“since you’re hungry and you weren’t able to eat, we’ll just order chicken. no cooking from now on! you’re not allowed to be near the stove! 6 feet apart between you and the stove!” jin warned and the three nodded.

“accidents happen, you guys. but we just have to continue moving forward while making changes to make sure this doesn’t happen again,” namjoon smiled which soothed the remaining fear in her stomach.

jimin, taehyung, and nobi thought the same thing as they looked at their mother and father simultaneously.

something flashed in their eyes and it was the same exact memory from when they were still trainees and suffered at the mere thought of debut.

when the 6 of them, including yoongi, were crying and having a mental breakdown, namjoon and jin were the only ones who kept their cool and offered their hands to pull them out of that hole. when their doubts and worries overtook their minds and caused the biggest arguments in their group, namjoon and jin were the ones who stayed up many nights, figuring out ways for broadcasts to give them a chance to debut and keeping the group together.

despite their ages, they were still just children and people who were naive that got angry at the simple thought and acknowledgement of disappointment. but namjoon and jin were the ones who forced themselves to mature so they could help the others and make their dreams come true.

in a way, they dragged the others from their slump and dark thoughts and made them trail behind jin with his words of encouragement while namjoon stayed behind to make sure no one strayed away and succumbed to the temptation of sadness and giving up.

they were namjoon and jin’s little ducklings, following behind but refusing to leave the line even though they were more than capable of being their own ducks and spreading their wings to fly.

they were a family and they will continue to stay on that line until they die.

they will always be the baby ducklings since their trainee days.

a/n: maybe this wasn’t what you guys wanted :(. but i personally thought this was cute and if i did that, i think my parents would actually kill me

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galexii · 5 years

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Play Pretend pt. 3

Pairing: Hyunjin x female reader (feat. all members)

Genre: FakeDating!AU (?), fluff, angst

Warning: slight cursing

Word count: ~4.4k

A/N: hellu, thank you for the support for chapter 1 & 2. Sorry it took me so long to update pt 3. I was really busy and this took me longer than i had anticipated aka me getting too engrossed and writing up to 4.4k words? but all in all, i hope you like this!

You waited on the bleachers for Chan and Hyunjin who were busy washing up. The confrontation earlier took some time, which means that rest of the team were probably finishing or done with their shower. This also means Chan and Hyunjin are likely to be the only ones left in the shower room. You could only imagine how awkward the atmosphere is like in the boys’ shower room. Knowing Hyunjin, he would probably try to wash up quietly, not wanting to do anything to anger Chan more. The thoughts of that poor boy tiptoeing around the room and turning on the faucet as quietly as he could made you giggle.

“Paging for Y/N. Earth to Y/N?” Your thoughts got interrupted with abrupt clapping sounds next to your ears. The loud noise scared you, causing you to fall back. A loud clang rang filled the air as your back hit the hard aluminium bleachers.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Hyunjin immediately pulled you up.

“Yes, I’m fine. Thanks Hyunjin,” you say as you patted the dust off your clothes.

“My god, what got you so engrossed that you couldn’t hear us call you earlier?” Chan added.

“Nothing much,” You grinned, rubbing the sore spot on your back. Both of the boys looked at each other, faces filled with suspicion.

“Sure, Y/N.” Chan rolled his eyes, taking your bag off the bleachers and started to walk down the stairs. Hyunjin held onto your hand and guided you down the bleachers.

“I can carry my stuff down myself, Chan. And, Hyunjin –” You look down at his hand, before continuing, “I can walk down myself, you know.”

“What if you go tumbling down the stairs?” Hyunjin rebutted.

“I’m not that clumsy,” you protested.

“We’re just looking out for you,” Hyunjin’s words shut you up immediately because deep down you knew, they were really just doing those out of care. After leaving the school grounds, you followed Chan to a nearby cafe along a quiet street, which was 10 minutes away from campus. Chan pushed the door opened, causing the bell that was attached to the door to ring.

The café gave off the minimalistic yet retro vibe – it was painted in grey, had a couple of records pasted on the walls. Behind the wooden counter was two curtained area which I assumed one was for the kitchen and the other was for storage. Just then, a lady, who seemed to be in her early twenties, emerged from the back of the store.

“Hey Hayley, can we get the usual table please?”

Usual table?

“Oh my, isn’t it Channie and Hyunjinnie? And you brought in someone new!” The lady grinned as she made her way over to you. She held your hands and gave them a little squeeze. “Ah, aren’t you just adorable?”

Channie? Hyunjinnie?

You look at Chan and Hyunjin, confused. “This is Hayley, the owner of ‘Sweet Times’, which is also Stray Kids’ usual hang out spot,” Chan quickly explained.

“Ah, I see.” You turned to Hayley and smiled back, “Hi Ms Hayley, I’m Y/N.”

“Oh! So you’re the famous Y/N I keeping hearing about,”

That’s weird. Does this mean that Chan, Hyunjin and the others talk about you often?

“Just call me Hayley, dear.” She continued, finally letting your hands go. “Follow me,” Hayley led you three to the back of the store and to one of the curtained areas you noticed earlier. You leaned towards the left, peeking inside the concealed area. All there was inside was just a large table and surrounding the table was an U-shaped couch, which assumed was big enough to fit 9 grown boys since it was Stray Kids’ usual hang out spot. Besides having curtained windows that were located behind the couch, the four walls surrounding the sitting area were naked.

“Y/N, is something wrong?” You felt someone’s hand on your left shoulder. You turn and notice Hyunjin staring down at you worriedly. “You seem out of it again. Does your back still hurt from earlier?”

“Ahh, no, that’s not it. I was just taking a good look at this hidden room,” You say. Hyunjin squeezed your shoulder a little before letting go. He entered the room and you followed him in right after. Hyunjin took a seat across Chan and you followed suit. Hayley entered the room with three glasses of iced tea and placed one in front of each of you. You all thanked her before she left, closing the curtain behind her.

“How come you guys get such special treatment?” You asked, swirling your straw around in the tall glass.

“Hayley is the sister of one of my friends from Australia. She migrated from Australia before I did and ever since I migrated, she has been looking out for me.” Chan say, taking a sip from his tea.

“But, what’s with this private, concealed room?” You continued questioning.

“We used to get stalked by our fans and we can’t actually enjoy our bonding time or talk about serious and private things with them around. Hayley was aware of our problems and offered this alternative to us when she first opened this café.” Hyunjin replied.

“Can’t they just follow you in?”

“Usually we make a run for it and once we reach this place, Hayley will cover for us.”

“Wow, Hayley’s really nice. She’s like a big sister I never had,” You giggled a little, taking a sip of your tea. The perfect mixture of sweet syrup, bitter tea and sour lemon juice danced across your taste buds, sending literal chills down your spine. “This is the best iced lemon tea I have ever had,” You say, taking another sip.

“Right?” Chan leaned back onto the couch, smiling – obviously being proud of his ‘sister’s’ creation. Chan tilt his head and and let out a deep sigh, before throwing his head forward to stare at you at Hyunjin. His smile quickly vanished as he folded his arms. “What exactly is your plan?”

You hear Hyunjin clear his throat next to you before speaking up, “Well, my main goal is to chase Amelie back. I’m just using Y/N as a decoy to make her jealous and want me back,”

“After that messy break-up, you still want her back?” Chan’s question triggered your curiosity. Hyunjin never did tell you why and how he and Amelie broke up. “You didn’t tell Y/N?” You hear Chan say.

Wow, Chan sure picks up on things fast. Nothing gets by him.

You glanced at Hyunjin, who just shrugged in response. “I guess I do owe you an explanation,”

Long story short, Amelie dumped Hyunjin on Valentines’ Day earlier this year because Hyunjin wasn’t romantic enough. Obviously, she hasn’t been counting her blessings since she let such a catch out of her clutches.

“Wow, that sucks.” You commented. Hyunjin leaned back onto the cushioned seat and sighed.

“Do you plan to tell the rest?” Chan asked.

“Nope,” Hyunjin responded, popping the ‘p’ at the end. “You know how great of a secret-keeper Jisung is. Back then when I started dating Amelie, I wanted to keep our relationship a secret for a while till it was stable but I told all the members. The news spread like wildfire thanks to that boy.”

“Right, I remember that.” Chan sighed, “Fine, we’ll not tell others for now. We’ll just pretend you two are really together,” Chan turned to you and added, “Are you okay with that?”

You nod quietly. Chan pulled out his phone from his bag and began typing away. You leaned over to Hyunjin and whispered, “What’s he doing?”

“Initiating the plan,” He whispered back, taking his phone out as well and began typing away. You shifted away to give the boy some privacy and started sipping on your tea again, as you waited for them to fill you in on the ‘initiation of the plan’.

“Okay, they are on their way.” Chan looked up from his phone and placed it down on the table.

“Who’s on their way?”

“The rest of the guys,” Hyunjin replied, putting his phone away as well, “It’s showtime.”

The boys didn’t fill you in, but you soon found out what the ‘initiation’ was when seven other boys burst into the room. All the boys were in protest, saying how Chan suddenly called them down without any notice. All the ruckus quietened down when you notice the boys’ eyes on you.

“Oh, noona! I haven’t seen you in such a long time,” Jeongin took a seat next to you.

“I called you down because Hyunjin had an announcement to make,” Chan say, shuffling in, making space for the rest of the boys. The boys sat down on the couch that Chan was on.

“Erm, so announcement,” Hyunjin say and held your hand before raising it up to show them. “I just wanted to let you know that Y/N and I are dating,”. You were expecting a wave of protests or negative responses but instead, silence filled the room.

Woojin, the eldest in the group, broke the silence, “Sorry, what? Since when? How?”

Before you could answer, the rest of the boys bombarded you both with questions. The pressure was more overwhelming than you had anticipated. You squeezed Hyunjin’s hand for support as you try to compose yourself.

“HEY,” Chan yelled, “One at a time,”

Thank you, Channie.

“Well, we started talking to each other again about a few months ago. The more we talked, the more we clicked with one another and here we are – dating.” Hyunjin summarised (aka lied).

“I support that,” You hear Jeongin speak up, “You two seem to compliment each other,”. You thanked the youngest shyly. One by one, the rest of the boys all started to congratulate you. Right after that, the boys continued to pester Hyunjin for more details on your sudden relationship. Living a little stuffy, you excused yourself and stepped out of the room with the empty glass in your hand. You asked Hayley where you could get a refill and some drinks for the rest of the boys. She directed you to the fridge behind the counter where all the drinks were kept. You opened the fridge carefully, not wanting to ruin anything, and poured yourself another glass of iced tea. You took out 7 other glasses from the cabinet above you and filled them with iced tea.

“Is that for us?” You hear someone say from behind you. You stopped pouring and turned to look behind you. Standing there was none other than the mood maker of the squad – Han Jisung. On top of being extremely handsome, Jisung was also known for being extremely talented. Rapping, dancing, singing, even promoting – anything, you name it. Before words could form, Jisung took the jug from you and continued filling the rest of the empty glasses. “I’m actually really glad you and Hyunjin are together.”

“Why is that?”

“Back then, after Hyunjin and I got close to one another, he would always bring you up in almost every conversation we had. Even when you guys weren’t as close as before, he would always mention how much he misses you and all.”

… he does?

“And truthfully, I like you better, as compared to Amelie. She’s super judgemental and she doesn’t understand that we have to practice for our showcases, which always put Hyunjin in a tight position. But, I’m glad you understand.”

“I mean, I know how much performing means to him and I would never want to get in the way of it,” You say, putting the filled glasses on an empty tray.

“I’m glad he now has someone like you,” He smiled, ruffling your hair. You smiled back. He then passed you the empty jug and picked up the tray. You put the empty jug in the sink and ran over to inform Hayley about it, before following Jisung back into the room. Jisung set the tray down and you distributed the glasses out to the boys. A chorus of ‘thanks’ echoed throughout the enclosed space. You set one down in front of Jisung before returning to your seat.

“Did Jisung tease you a lot out there?” Hyunjin whispered, taking a sip. You shook your head, grinning, “He was really nice to me,”. Just then, Hyunjin placed his glass down on the table with a rather loud thud, causing everyone to stop and look at him.

“Ah… erm, sorry. It slipped,” He say sheepishly. The guys brushed it off quickly and continued their conversations from earlier.

“Are you okay?” You reach for his hand. But before you could hold it, Hyunjin pulled away, avoiding your gaze. “Ah, sorry.” You whispered, looking down. You pulled out your phone and began scrolling through Instagram, hoping that the awkward moment would fade away. After minutes of uncomfortable silence between the two of you, the curtains suddenly burst open. Hayley stepped into the room with plates of food in her hands, looking more tired and sweatier than before.

“Here’s your dinner.” She placed a few plates in front of the boys before going out to pick up the rest of the plates. “Eat and wash up after yourself. After that, start to pack up. I’m closing up soon,” She announced. You all thanked her and began digging into the plate of curry rice served by Hayley. After that, Chan stacked the plates and carried them out. You offered to wash them but Chan declined the help, insisting that you should rest up. The rest of the boys, including you began to pack up and clean up the room. When Chan returned, everyone got up from their seats and made their way out. Hayley kindly sent us off with a big smile on her face. “See you guys soon, and you too, Y/N.” Hayley grinned.

After saying your goodbyes with Hayley, you walked down the quiet streets together with the boys, listening to them chattering away like before until you all reached a crossroad. Everyone else lived at the northern side while only you and Hyunjin lived at the west. After some slight teasing from the group, everyone else left for the north while you and Hyunjin left for the west. Before long, uncomfortable silence filled the air again. Worries about the incident earlier flooded your mind.

Did you do something wrong? Did you offend him in any way? What exactly made him so mad earlier?

Your footsteps naturally slowed down, causing you to walk slightly behind Hyunjin. “I’m really sorry about earlier.” You say quietly, fiddling with your thumbs.

He halted and turned to you before letting out a little sigh, “Nah, its not your fault. I was just uncomfortable in there. You didn’t do anything, so don’t worry about it.” He reached out to give your hair a little ruffle. You let out a sigh of relief, letting his words comfort your worrying heart.

“Why are you walking so far behind me?” He say, pulling you closer to him. “I can’t see you if you walk behind me. I’ll get worried,” He added, not letting your arm go as you both walked all the way home. Upon reaching your house, Hyunjin finally let your arm go.

“Parents aren’t home huh?”

“Yeah, they are on a business trip – like always.” You mumbled, searching through your bag from your keys. You fished them out and unlocked the front door. “So, I’ll see you in the morning?”

“I’ll meet you at 7 and let’s walk to school together,”

You nodded slightly. Hyunjin began making his way over to the apartment unit next to yours. You waved lightly before stepping into the quiet apartment, closing the door behind you. Your phone began buzzing away in your pocket. You pulled it out and opened up the new messages.

Apparently, Jisung has added you into a group chat with all the other boys and all of them sent you warm welcomes, along with a few memes and gifs in between. You thanked them and went on to check on your other messages.

Channie <9:54pm>: “I hope it wasn’t too uncomfortable for you,”

You quickly replied him to reassure him that it was fine. In fact, it was actually really fun.

Channie <10:00pm>: “Glad to hear that. See you in school tomorrow,”

You closed the chat and made your way up to your room. You placed your bag on your table and walked over to your closet, pulling out a sweater and shorts to change into. You were about to put your phone away when your phone began buzzing away again. This time, it was Hyunjin.

Hyunjinnie <10:01pm>: “Nice sweater,”

You looked up from your phone and out of your window, only to see that boy grinning at you with his phone in his hands. You tossed the clothes onto your bed and walked over to the window.

“How long has it been since we talked like this?” You say, leaning against the window.

“I can’t remember,” He replied, pressing his weight on the window rail.

Your bedroom directly next to Hyunjin’s. You used to keep your curtains closed because you weren’t comfortable with him yet but you can still vividly remember that day Hyunjin took the initiative to talk to you through the window.

It was Sunday and you were home alone like always since your parents were out of town for a business trip. You had accidentally left your curtains open that evening while you were doing your homework.

“Hey, you finally opened your curtains.” You hear someone say. You looked around your room in confusion, not sure where that voice came from. “Look out the window,” The voice appeared again. You stood up from your chair and did what the voice had instructed. You see Hyunjin waving to you from his room.

“Oh, hello.” You greeted, “I didn’t notice I left it opened. I’ll close it if it bothers you,” You say shyly.

“NO!” He shouted, stopping you. You stood there frozen, not sure what to do. You hear him clear his throat loudly before continuing, “I mean, no. It’s not a bother. I want to talk to you,”

“You do?” You asked. Back then, when you transferred over, you weren’t able to approach anyone as everyone were in their own ‘clique’. No one wanted to either as they didn’t want to ruin their ‘clique’ that they were in, so you had always spent your days alone, which is similar to your daily life.

“Why not? You seem like a really cool girl and you really rocked sports. I have seen you run during PE,” He commented, making blood rush to your head as your ears began to turn red. “So, what are you doing today?”

You pulled your notebook up to show him and he did the same. It slowly progressed from sharing about homework and school life to more personal things, like family. You shared with him about how you were always alone since your parents were overseas.

“Why don’t you come over for dinner then?”

“Can i?” You asked, fiddling your thumbs.

“Of course! Come right over,” Hyunjin beamed.

Since that day, a ray of sunshine has entered your life. You two would either hang out at his place or yours after having dinner at his place. But more importantly, talking to Hyunjin through your bedroom window has become a routine for the both of you. Every night, the both of you would talk till the wee hours or until his mother came in to tell him to go to bed. Anyways, since then, you have found yourself gazing out of your window more and your curtains have not been closed since.

Again, all good things come to an end eventually. After you and Hyunjin became more distanced in high school, his curtains were closed more often. The number of window chatting sessions began to decrease. Eventually, the number reduced to zero, his curtains were never opened and you stopped gazing out of the window – until today.

“Would you like to come over for supper?” He asked. You raised a brow, taken aback by the sudden invitation. “My mother made too much pie and asked me to share it with you,” He added.

“I think it’s a bit late now. I wouldn’t want to intrude,” You bit your lower lip as you turned his invitation down.

Honestly, you wouldn’t know how to face his parents especially his mother. His mother had taken care of you and loved you like you were her own but ever since your relationship with Hyunjin had gone downhill, you couldn’t bring yourself to indulge in that family love you were given so you began to slowly disappear from their lives aka avoid them. It was really surprising to hear that Hyunjin’s mother still cared deeply for you despite what had happened.

“Then, can I come over?” His question threw you off guard. Your brain was telling you no, saying that its dangerous for your heart, but your heart said otherwise. Since you were someone who always followed your heart, you nodded in response. Hyunjin gave you a thumbs up and told you he will be right over.

You shut your curtains and fell onto the ground. Your legs had officially given up on you. You quickly got changed into your pyjamas and inspected yourself in the mirror, making sure you looked okay. You threw your dirty laundry into the washer and turned it on, before speed cleaning the entire apartment. The doorbell rang and you ran over to the door. You pushed your hair behind your ears and straightened out your clothes.

Get a hold of yourself, Y/N! Why are you so nervous? It’s not like he’s never been over before.

You slapped your cheeks lightly before opening the door. Hyunjin, who was wearing a black v neck top and grey sweatpants, which for some reason looked really hot to you, greeted you with a slight smile, holding the plate of pie up for you to see. You lowered your head to hide your blush and stepped aside to let him in. You closed the door behind him and watched him flop down onto your couch after putting the pie down on the coffee table. You took a seat on the floor, in front of the coffee table.

“Why are you sitting on the floor?” Hyunjin asked. You turned, noticing that his face was right next to yours since he had lowered his face to level with yours. You turned back to face the pie, feeling your ears turn red.

“Just wanted to get a better look of the pie,” You lied. Hyunjin let out a little ‘oh’ before joining you on the floor, which made your heart beat even faster than it already was. “Erm, so cherry pie huh?” You laughed nervously, not breaking eye contact with the pie in front of you.

“Yeah, your favourite right?”

He remembers.

“Y-yeah,” You say, getting up from your seat.

“Where are you going?” He asked, getting up as well.

“To get us some plates and forks,” You say, pointing to the kitchen.

“Let’s have it there,” Hyunjin say, picking the plate of pie up before walking over to your kitchen. You followed him in and watched him flip the light switch on with his free hand before placing the pie down on the kitchen counter.

Hyunjin was unbelievably calm and comfortable, like as if he was in his own house, unlike you on the other hand who was a nervous wreck. You two were alone in an empty apartment and he isn’t even the slightest bit nervous. It could only mean one thing – he doesn’t see you as a girl and that thought broke your heart.

He pulled out two plates, two forks and a knife out of the cabinet and placed one set in front of you. You thanked him, hiding your sadness under the smile you showed. You took the knife from him and cut out two pieces – one for the each of you. He sat down on the kitchen stool across you.

“Just like old times,” He remarked, sending your mind into a state of frenzy as the memories of you two together when you were younger. Him sitting next to you, while you two eat, while you fell in love. You shook the thoughts away, clearing them from your mind.

“Sure was,” You smiled, biting your lower lip in effort to hide the pain. You stuffed a piece of pie into your mouth, looking away from him.

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin asked, leaning over the counter to take a closer look on your face. You nodded slightly, smiling as you stuffed another mouthful into your mouth. “You have a little something here,” He brought a finger up to the corner of your mouth and wiped away what seemed to be cherry filling. You flinched and stood up. You quickly finished up the remaining pie and put the plate in the sink. You excused yourself and made your way to the bathroom. You gathered some water and began splashing your face, trying to cool your reddening face. You got out of the bathroom after your face and heart calmed down. You went back to the kitchen and was about to do the dishes when you saw Hyunjin already there, washing the dirty plates for you.

“Can I help?” You walked up to him and stood next to him, over the sink. He passed you a clean dish and you wiped it dry with a cloth you had taken from the kitchen shelves. You put the dry plate next to you and repeated your actions for the subsequent plate and utensils. He put the sponge back on its holder and washed the soap off his hands. He shifted his position a little, until he was standing behind you. You pressed your body against the counter in surprise, not knowing what to do. He simply took the dry plates off the counter and placed them back in the cabinet, while you kept the forks and knife. “I better get going. It’s pretty late,” He added, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Sure, I’ll walk you out.” You say, leading him to the entrance of your apartment. He grabbed all his belongings and followed you. He slipped on his slippers and ruffled your hair lightly.

“See you at 7,” He smiled, walking away from you and to his house next door. You closed the door behind you and flopped down on the couch, recalling all the events that had happened within that short 2 hours.

Hyunjin’s slightest actions can send you into a state of utter frenzy and nervousness. What exactly were you going to do with him?

Tagging @softruly just like requested :>

#stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #chan #bang chan #woojin #minho #changbin #leeknow #han #jisung #seungmin #Felix #I.N #jeongin

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hockeylvr59 · 5 years

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Promises Part 3 || Auston Matthews

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: Here’s the much anticipated third part. My original idea was literally only the second half of this but a certain even this week inspired the first part, and it actually worked to create a decent length chapter without having to do too much time jumping like I had anticipated with the original idea and pieces moving forward so yeah. Enjoy. P.S. The gif is because I feel like there is an insane amount of hugging in this part.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2463

Stepping out of your final morning class, you absentmindedly reached for your phone, a habit that you were even more religious about since Owen had appeared. Notifications were blowing it up and as you caught Auston’s name on the news reports your heart stopped for a minute panicked that they had found out about Owen.

Auston had very quickly made the decision to keep his son out of the press for as long as he could, a decision that you fully supported. After all, the situation would likely bring negative media to the team and though he was committed to being a dad, there was still a lot of things that Auston was working on getting settled. In your mind, it would be better to wait until summer or at least until he was prepared to handle any backlash from fans that may occur. With the number of texts you were receiving on a daily basis from Auston, needing to make sure that he was doing this or that correctly, and the fact that he had broken down on you crying at least more than once since that first day, now definitely didn’t seem like the right time.

Opening one of the first links on your screen, you quickly skimmed the article and were relieved when the reports had nothing to do with Owen, but rather that Auston had signed a five-year extension contract with Toronto. Immediately you sent him a text of congratulations, honestly overjoyed that it was one less weight on his shoulders because you knew that he’d been thinking about it more now than ever.

By the time you got out of your afternoon class a few hours later, there was a response inviting you to join them for a family dinner. Sadly you had a networking event to attend and so you responded that you would have to do something to celebrate another day but that he should bask in the achievement with his parents and Owen.

The event that evening was nice, well put together, and you had had a few really good conversations with people already established in the field. All the same, as you stepped into your building you were ready to get the heels off of your feet and just crawl into bed. As soon as the elevator doors closed, the heels moved from your feet to dangling from your fingers while you dug for the keys to your apartment in your purse.

WIth eyes focused downward as you approached your door, you jumped when you heard a familiar masculine voice from the wall to your left.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed, shoes dropping to the floor as you clutched a hand against your chest. “Holy shit Auston. You scared me.” You complained, now actually paying attention to the world around you. Auston was leaning against the wall with a bottle of wine in his hand and a cardboard box tucked under his arm. “What are you doing here?” You added questioningly. “You’re supposed to be celebrating with your family.”

“We did. Now I want to celebrate with you.” He responded. “Can I come in? I brought dessert. Your favorite.” Nodding as you crouched down to pick up your dropped heels, you quickly twisted your keys in the lock of your door, motioning for Auston to head in before following.

By the time you had closed your door and flipped the lock, Auston had moved to your kitchen, finding glasses from your cabinets so that he could open and pour the wine. With heels being tossed into the corner, you slipped out of your jacket leaving you in just the simple navy dress you’d decided you looked decent enough in earlier that day.

Approaching the island in your kitchen you lifted the lid of the cardboard box, peeking at the dessert until Auston smacked your hand away.

“No peeking.” He insisted though it was clear that he wasn’t all that serious about it.

“Yeah, yeah. I think I’ve earned it.” You murmured grabbing a few plates as well as silverware to serve the chocolate cheesecake that looked absolutely fantastic. It was your favorite and it made you smile for a moment at the fact he’d remembered. The moment you turned Auston traded you the plates and forks for a glass of wine and you nodded in appreciation before taking a sip.

“Wow...that’s good wine.” You commented, more used to the $5 Arbour Mist than whatever this had cost him. When the only response you got was a self-satisfied smirk you rolled your eyes before leaning back against the counter. Taking another sip before just swirling the wine around the glass you watched as the muscles of his back and arms flexed while he cut and served up slices of cheesecake, before picking both plates up as well as his own glass of wine and motioning with a nod toward your couch.

Sinking into the soft fabric, you tucked one leg under yourself, getting comfortable before taking the plate Auston was handing you. “I’m really proud of you, you know. This hasn’t been an easy month but today proves that you can do anything you put your mind to. Like be a dad and sign a 5yr/11 million dollar contract to play hockey.”

The smile that appeared on Auston’s face was one of contentment and you couldn’t help but wonder how many glasses of wine he’d had before arriving at your apartment. Leaning forward to put the wine glass on your coffee table, you picked up the fork to take a bite of the cheesecake and immediately flushed when you basically moaned taking the first bite.

“Double wow...I don’t know where you found this but I might have to keep you around if you provide wine like that and cheesecake like this.” You teased, finally making Auston chuckle though it initially came out a bit strained. He hadn’t really said much since he arrived and it caused you to watch him for a moment concerned.

“Is everything okay?” You finally asked, setting your plate down for a moment to scoot across the couch a bit closer to him. Nodding, Auston set his own plate and glass aside before reaching to tug you to his side, his arms wrapping around you in a hug.

“Everything is fine.” He assured you, his fingertips trailing up and down your back. “Well, I mean everything that isn’t fine I’ll figure out. Today’s supposed to be a good day and I really just wanted to come here to say thank you. I honestly...I don’t know if today would have happened if you hadn’t been there to help me keep it all together.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Aus...I care about you. That’s what friends do.”

“Please y/n...I do need to thank you so please just let me. Thank you for being a much better friend than I ever could have asked for. You don’t even know how much everything you’ve done means to me. You have been my sounding board and my voice of reason through all of this and I appreciate it.”

If he kept it up he was going to make you cry, and if you started to cry you were really going to end up down the rabbit hole of emotions tonight. Twisting slightly to get a better hug, you pressed your nose into his neck for a moment before pulling away.

“I’ll always be here for you Aus.” You assured him before sliding back on the couch a bit to regain the glass of wine and cheesecake that were both still waiting to be finished. “And thanks for this. I really needed it after that event. I’m completely exhausted.”

Auston stayed for another hour, talking about what one thing he was going to spoil himself with from his new contract, what he wanted to do for his parents as a way to say thank you for putting up with him and taking care of Owen this past month. You suggested that he get his sisters a spa day just as a reminder that he loves and is grateful for them too, even if they hadn’t been able to actually come up to Toronto to meet Owen yet.

When he finally left you cursed yourself quietly because it was things like this, moments when he acknowledged you that deepened the feelings for him that you were trying to avoid because he didn’t see you the same way you saw him.

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The fact that you would do anything for Auston because even more apparent two days later when you arrived at his apartment to find him pacing, Ema trying to calm him in Spanish while she cradled Owen in her arms. She spotted you first and after murmuring something else to Auston, disappeared with Owen into the nursery.

Before you could even ask what was wrong, Auston had you wrapped in another hug, and as he held you close you could feel the tears from his eyes dripping onto your head.

“I don’t know what to do. I can’t find a nanny.” He whispered and peeking around his body you could see that his coffee table was covered with folders and papers strewn everywhere.

“What’s the problem? You said that there were a few you liked.” You inquired, rubbing a palm over Auston’s back before pulling away to pull him toward the stack of papers. Sighing, Auston followed while rubbing at his face to wipe the tears away. It was clear that the pressure was getting to him to find someone so that his mom could return to the states. He knew that it wasn’t fair to his dad or his sisters to keep his mom here any more than necessary and this wasn’t the first time that he’d voiced his concerns to you.

“There are, but none of them have 24/7 availability to be a live-in nanny. The few that had that open just, I don’t know, it didn’t feel right and I’m not sure I can trust them.” Resting one hand on Auston’s knee as he sat beside you, you thumbed through files, immediately becoming overwhelmed so you could only imagine where he was at mentally. You’d told him from the moment he’d started interviewing that he should only pick someone who he felt he could trust implicitly. Not only was it his son’s life that he was putting into their hands, but it was his home, and to an extent his money.

“Alright, so which ones do you like and what hours do they have open?” You asked, ideally looking to be able to find the right folders in this mess. Auston reached forward to hand you a pair of folders and then ran his fingers through his hair.

“Those are the two that I would hire if they had the right hours but they both can only do daytime, seven am to five pm with very little exception. They can do weekends but again, only during the day. I just...I don’t know what to do. My job is a primarily night time job and road trips mean nights away and why is this so hard?”

Sitting silently for a moment you debated whether you were actually about to let the thought in your head leave your mouth. “Is there one that can do a rare evening if need be?” Taking the files from you to flip through them for a moment, Auston nodded.

“They both could as an exception, not a rule.” He said. “But again I don’t see how that helps me.”

“Which one do you like more?” You asked and when Auston handed you a file you took a few minutes to read through it before handing it back. “Hire her.”

“Y/N. I already told you that I can’t. I need someone that can be here overnight with Owen, you’re smart enough that I shouldn’t have to tell you that.” Letting out a deep breath you rolled your eyes at him, placing a hand on his knee again before standing and moving to grab a bottle of water from his fridge.

“I can’t believe I’m about to do this.” You mumbled to yourself but really you knew that there wasn’t another choice at least not right now. When you looked up from the fridge Auston had followed you and was just staring at you confused.

“Hire her. She can work from 7-5. I am always done with class long before then anyway and she can occasionally stay late if I have an event I have to attend. Hire her to work days and I’ll cover nights where needed Auston. It doesn’t make that much of a difference to me whether I sleep here in your guest bedroom or back at my own apartment.”

Sipping at the water you waited for him to respond and you had downed about half the bottle before he opened his mouth to speak.

“Are...are you sure?” He implored, and while you appreciated him checking because your mind was screaming about just how bad of an idea this was, he needed you and Owen needed you.

“Yes, I’m sure Auston. I mean unless you don’t trust me.”

“Of course I trust you. Pretty sure I trust you more than I trust myself when it comes to Owen most days.”

“Then it’s settled, call and hire her before someone else does.” Tossing the now empty bottle you moved to leave the kitchen to go see Ema and Owen, but once again Auston pulled you into his body.

“You’re the best. I owe you one.” He said, his breath tickling your ear and forcing you to fight back a shiver.

“You owe me more than one, but who’s counting.” You teased, patting him on the chest as you turned to venture down the hallway of his apartment. “I better hear you start dialing.” You called over your shoulder. This was going to be an interesting situation but the moment you saw Owen and was handed the six-week-old infant from his grandma, all those anxieties ceased and you felt at peace.

“The nanny situation is taken care of.” You murmured to Ema who wrapped you into a half hug around the baby in your arms.

“I heard.” She replied. “Thank you. My son doesn’t realize just how lucky he is that you’re in his life.”

“I know.” You whispered softly.

“Someday he will, someday he’ll see.” She assured you. You weren’t going to get your hopes up on that but the wistful side of you hoped that she was right. Either way, you had promises to keep and you couldn’t let Auston or Owen down now.

#auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #toronto maple leafs #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #tleafs #006

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jungkookbaeee · 5 years

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Reunion

Genre: Fluff, light Smut

Characters: Jungkook/Reader

Words: 3k

Summary: Jungkook was on tour and he invited you to stay for a week with him in the hotel. So that’s how you spent your days with jungkook.

A/N: So short explanation for this: I thought that I should just share this with you. Hope you like it!

You were nervous, everybody around you could tell. Your were currently at the airport, waiting for your airplane to arrive. Sitting and going through your social media’s, you heard a voice informing for the whole room, that the flight to France is ready to blast off. You hurriedly packed your things, which included your big suitcase and a backpack, since you planned on staying for one to two weeks and a pillow for the long ride that stands before you. Dragging your suitcase behind you, you loaded your things on the assembly which took your suitcase immediately onto your airplane. With all the things loaded in, you made your way to the entrance, where some bodyguard checked, if you had anything in your pockets. Since you had nothing, what they searched for, they went out of the way so you could enter the airplane without any complaints.

The airplane was full, so you squeezed yourself through the people to find your seat which was at very end. When you had finally arrived you checked the number of the seat a second time to confirm that this is actually the place where you have to sit for 12 or more hours. You frowned as you saw a man spreading himself on your seat, leaving you no place.

“Excuse me?” You asked the man who was seated on your seat, but you got no answer back, because of the headphone that were plugged in his ears. You tried another time, but this time with a light tap on his shoulder. The man opened his eyes immediately and looked into your eyes, confused as why you disturbed him, while he clearly was busy enjoying his music. You noticed his questioning but also annoyed look and cleared the air immediately.

“That’s my seat.” You said as you showed him the card where the number of your seat was printed on. With another finger you pointed at the backside of the chair, showing you that this is actually your seat. The man looked at the card and back to the seat and apologized a few times before standing up and searching his actual seat. You sighed happily as you sat down and plugged your own earphones in. You had a long ride before you, so you thought about sleeping, which happened really fast, because you had the ability to sleep wherever you are, and whenever you want.

When you woke up, you looked at the clock and saw that you slept for 10 hours straight, leaving two hours to continue. You stretched your arms and legs, creating some bone cracks as you asked a flight attendant for a cup of coffee, to which she agreed. She gave the cup to you as you thanked her. You had now nothing to do, so you decided to text jungkook that you would arrive very soon. He responded immediately, and also sent you the location of the hotel. The two hours flew away in a flash as you heard the captain, talking about the landing which stands now before you. The landing went perfectly so all the people, including you, stoop up and went to the exit, where they opened the door.

Walking through the hallway you went to the information stand, where the woman informed you where your bags were placed. You thanked her and went to the direction, where you already saw your bags on the ground. You never have been in Paris and seeing all the different shops and food made you happy. Your stomach started to growl so you decided to go to the café and buy a croissant. The woman on the counter gave you the croissant as you payed for it. You had eaten many croissants before, but this was a whole new level. The texture was just perfect and the- okay enough of food.

With your bags behind you, you went outside, where you saw many cabs, waiting for customers. Since you don’t want to take the bus or a train with these heavy bags, you decided to hop in. The woman inside of it, greeted you happily as she placed your bags in the luggage space. You told her the address as she drove off. The ride wasn’t long, but the nervousness inside of you, continued to grow even more. You were about to see jungkook, who was at least a month away from you. Your daydreaming was interrupted as the woman in the driver seat, explained, that you would arrive very soon. The smile on your face grew even more wider as you saw the hotel coming into your view. Your driver parked right in front of the hotel as you jumped out of the car, of course you hadn’t forgotten to pay her, and loaded all your luggage outside. You thanked her as you went inside of the hotel, which was very empty, since it wasn’t in the center of Paris.

You went to the reception as a woman in her 30’s greeted you, obviously confused as to why such a young woman like you would stay in this hotel. Talking to her in English, which you could do very good, you explained to her, that you were here for your boyfriend, and would stay for a week. She immediately knew which guest you meant, because Jungkook already told her, that he was waiting for his girlfriend, who should arrive soon. She gave you the number of his room and wished you a nice stay as you bowed to her, which she couldn’t understand, because in Paris nobody bows to someone. You noticed her confused look as you thanked her and raced to the elevator preventing to embarrass you even more. You tapped on the button as the doors opened, revealing a big space with mirror on each side. You tapped on the number, where jungkook was located and waited for the doors to open again. As you arrived on the top floor you went out, while dragging your luggage behind you. Counting all the doors, you found the room you searched for. You placed your suitcase and backpack on the floor as you knocked three times. 10 second felt like minutes as the door opened, revealing a happy Jungkook, who was in a pair of jeans and a white shirt.

He pulled you into his embrace, not feeling about letting you go. You felt his thumbs on your thighs and immediately jumped up, as he grabbed you by your butt. His lips were all over you and you two continued eating each other faces off, as he threw you softly onto the bed, making you bounce a few times, before you felt his lips on you a second time, this time more needier and heavier. The make out session, made you out of breath but there was no way you would leave his lips to catch your breath so you continued kissing each other. Your kissing didn’t last long as you heard his phone ring, but the sound went silent as jungkook declined the call to kiss you again. Three minutes went by as you heard his phone ring another time, which made jungkook grunt into your mouth. Picking his phone from his pocket he stayed in this position as you brushed your fingers through his soft silky hair, which was now messy from the make out session you had just a second ago. Jungkook smiled at you in adoration and kissed you another time, before he picked up the call. You couldn’t hear a single word but the grimace jungkook made, made you feel uneasy. The call lasted just for a minute as he hung up. Jungkook’s face was now red, similar to a tomato, as he quickly pulled himself up, leaving you confused, wet and horny on his bed.

“It was Namjoon.” He said, lightly out of breath. “I forgot that I was live, so he told me to stop there, before this whole thing could escalate.”

It was now you, who blushed really hard. You didn’t knew he was live right now and that he was still filming. Everybody saw your kissing, grabbing and other things you did at that time. You hid your face in your palms as you heard him chuckle embarrassedly. He picked up his phone which was on the table, that had a perfect view on the bed and apologized a few times. He read the comments, expected it to be all hate, but the comments were literally the opposite of hate. Most of them were about how cute this was and some of them were sad that the show didn’t continue. At this chuckled Jungkook which made you look up at him. Surprisingly he looked at you too and took your face in his hands as he kissed you another time on the lips, this time much more softer. The comments only encouraged him even more, but you had to stop him and so you did. He whined at the loss of contact but he went immediately quiet as you turned the camera to you, greeting all the people that were watching you.

“Hey guys, I’m Y/N and I’m Jungkookie’s girlfriend. Please take care of me!” You said, bowing and smiling widely as you read the comments that were about how cute you looked. It made jungkook proud to see you going well with ARMY.

The livestream continued and it was getting warmer in the room. It was in the middle of summer but here you were, sitting on the bed with jungkook’s hoodie on. You quickly looked under the hoodie, to find out if you had anything under, and the shirt underneath confirmed it to you. You took your hoodie off as you saw your boyfriend looking at you hungrily. The shirt was wide so you could see a sneak peak of your cleavage but that wasn’t on your mind right now. You were starving. You hadn’t eaten anything since the croissant.

“Babe?” You asked as Jungkook looked through the comments.

“Yeah?” He said as he looked at you for a brief second, before he answered another question, that the fans gave him.

“I’m hungry.” You said as you looked through the kitchen to find something eatable. You drooled at the sight of ramen and quickly stood on your tip toes to reach the cabinet, which was your opinion too high to reach. You frowned as you pushed the cup of ramen even further away from you, leaving you no choice as to stand up on the counter. You climbed on the counter and finally grabbed the cup of ramen, as you heard a chuckle behind you. While turning around you saw jungkook standing on the doorway, watching you struggle.

You huffed in annoyance and jumped down, making your ramen ready to be eaten. While you warmed your food up, two arms snaked around your middle, jungkook’s hard chest now on your back, leaving little kisses on your cheek and neck. Sighing happily at his presence you noticed that your ramen was already ready to be served.

You grabbed two chopsticks and went back to the living room, jungkook closely behind you as you placed the cup on the table. There was just one chair available so you planted yourself on the ground so jungkook could sit on the chair. As he sat down he pulled you with him, placing you directly on his lap.

You were still nervous to actually touch him, because he was still live but as he caressed your thighs you quickly calmed down. He knew he had this effect on you. You now grabbed the cup and opened it, smelling the delicious scent, as you began to dig in. You noticed jungkook’s hungry stare so you grabbed some noodles with your chopstick and held it right in front of his face, mentioning for him to open his mouth, which he did. You two continued eating as he read some comments to pass time. He explained to you that he wanted to do a 24 hour stream, which made you a little sad, because you wanted to spend this day just with him, but you couldn’t resist as he gave you the sad puppy look. You two finished the cup in just a few minutes so you tried to go up and throw the cup away but jungkook’s large hands stopped your movements, leaving you confused. You shot him a questioning look as he blushed and looked down. You regarded his movements and looked also down as you saw the tent in his pants, making you chuckle, because every time you sat on his lap this would happen.

But now you were live and he had no chance on pleasuring himself, so you stood up, still chuckling at his reaction and went to the kitchen to throw the cup away. But not before you felt his hands on your ass. You shot him a warning look to which he just smirked but you knew he would never do something in front of his fans, so you left him with his problem down there and went to your suitcase.

“I’m going to take a shower!” You said as you searched for a towel and some clothes you could put on afterwards.

“Okey!” Said jungkook as he stood up and gave you a kiss on the lips, leaving you desperate for more, but you quickly came to reality as you remembered all the people that watched you just now. Walking to the bathroom you closed the door behind you, also not forgetting to lock the door, and stripped your clothes so they were now on the floor. You quickly jumped into the shower and turned the water on, which was already lukewarm.

It was summer but you don’t really like cold water so lukewarm water was the perfect option for you. You scrubbed your skin with shower gel and also washed you hair with jungkook’s shampoo, which smelled exactly like him. 20 minutes spending in the shower you decided to finally go out, your skin now smelling like flowers and your hair soft and smelling like jungkook. You turned the water off and grabbed a towel that was right bedside the shower curtains. Wrapping yourself in the towel you decided to stay in the bathroom to get fully dry since jungkook was still live and you don’t want to go outside with just a towel around you, which you did normally.

Jungkook always likes to see you just in a towel and skin still wet but today that’s not happening. You were now fully dry as you put on your clothes that laid in front of you. You changed yourself in panties and a large white shirt that was actually jungkook’s and went right under your ass. But you didn’t forgot to put on a bra, since you could see your nipples through it. ‘Fully’ clothed you made your way out of the bathroom, not forgetting to open the door wide to let all the steam out. As you came out you saw jungkook still sitting on the chair, but this time he was on his laptop and played, what looked like Overwatch. It was already dark outside so you decided to get ready for bed. You went behind jungkook and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, as you kissed the top of his head.

“You smell good!” Said jungkook as he noticed the flowery scent but also the mixed familiar scent from you. He looked over his shoulder and gave you a peck on the lips, which made you smile brightly.

“Let’s go to bed!” He said as he saved his score and switched the laptop off. You nodded sleepily as you turned around, already walking to your side of the bed, which was every time the right side, since jungkook liked to sleep on the left side, and also to get a nice view of Paris. You didn’t complain and laid on your side, as jungkook planted himself on his side. You faced him and saw the little smile on his face in the darkness. He wrapped his strong arms around your little form, as he kissed you forehead as a goodnight kiss. But something didn’t went unnoticed.

“Do you have a bra on?” Whispered jungkook to you, trying to cover the conversation from the fans that were about to watch you sleeping the whole night. He pulled you away from him so that he could sneak his hands under you shirt to confirm that you really had a bra on, which was really uncomfortable and jungkook knew that because every time you two would sleep you would take off your bra.

“Why do you have a bra on?” Asked jungkook as you blushed because this conversation was really embarrassing.

“Because when I don’t have a bra on you and all people could see my..you know?” You Stated as you heard a giggle coming from jungkook, which made you slap his arm lightly in embarrassment.

“You’re so cute jagi!” Said jungkook as he kissed your forehead and cheeks, while caressing your stomach.

“You sure you don’t want to take it off? I can protect you!” Said a smirking jungkook as he made a grabbing gesture his hands.

“Stooppp.” You said as you hid you face in his chest, making him rest his hands on your bare back. His fingers went up and stopped as he felt the backside of your bra, quickly opening it and peeling the bra off of you, without anyone noticing. As your bra made contact with the floor, you felt his hands return to your breasts and massage them. He does that every time since it helps him to fall asleep faster and that’s what it did to jungkook.

“Goodnight jungkook.” You whispered to him as you kissed his forehead and brushed his hair away from his face.

The VLive came to an end in the morning. From this moment the live ended, you enjoyed your days with jungkook. Some moments were calm and some were more exciting, if you know what I mean.

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eleanor-writes-stuff · 5 years

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a language of its own - Day 5

“And the heart is hard to translate, it has a language of its own.”

All the ways Rey and Ben say “I love you”.

It’s Day 5 of my 12-day Valentine’s collection, and I’ve already gone off the rails. Today’s prompt is a goofy smile when I walk in the room kind of love, and the resulting ficlet is both over the word limit and more Ben/Poe friendship than Reylo fluff. But hey, stay tuned for a major relationship development at the very end!

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“So!” Poe says as soon as everyone else has disappeared into the kitchen, moving over from the armchair to plop himself down next to Ben on the couch. “What’s wrong?”

“Wrong?” Ben asks, frowning at the expectant look on Poe’s face tempered by a touch of genuine concern. “What makes you think anything’s wrong?”

This is why he would’ve preferred being on clean-up duty with Rey. But she’d insisted that she and the others handle the dishes since he and Poe had cooked (read: Ben cooked, Poe ‘supervised), so now he’s stuck with his annoyingly perceptive roommate and a topic he isn’t quite comfortable talking about just yet.

Poe crosses his arms and raises a single brow, the cocky bastard; he knows it drives Ben crazy that he never figured out how to do that. “Come on, Solo. I was there the day you were born. You can’t hide anything from me.”

“You sat in the waiting room for ten minutes before your dad came and picked you up–” Ben tries to remind him, knowing it’s a lost cause even as he speaks.

“I was there when they brought you into the world and smacked that pale little baby butt of yours,” Poe falsely claims, but they’ve been through this at least a hundred times and by this point Ben’s learned to just let him be. “So don’t think you can lie to me. Come on, out with it.”

“Poe, seriously, there’s nothing–”

“Is it work? It’s work, isn’t it?” He unbearably confident with his guess, and in the privacy of his mind Ben begrudgingly applauds his friend’s perceptiveness.

But he really, really doesn’t want to talk about this – especially not with Poe, or any of the others, or anyone who isn’t Rey, actually.

“It’s nothing, Poe. Seriously, drop it.”

“Look, up until a year ago, I would’ve bought that,” Poe tells him. “But this new Ben? New Ben doesn’t let just nothing get him down for a whole week, especially not with his own personal Rey of sunshine around.”

He can’t help the way his lips twitch with a smile at both the nickname and the reminder that she’s a constant in his life now, and almost as if summoned Rey walks into the living room then, shooting them a smile as she grabs her phone from the coffee table. “We need background music,” she explains, disappearing back into the kitchen along with the opening strains of some overplayed track.

“Wow,” Poe whistles a moment later, forcing him to tear his eyes away from where he can glimpse Rey’s sleeve poking out from the covered half of the kitchen. “You’re a goner, Solo,” he says, shaking his head with a shit-eating grin firmly plastered on his face.

Rey steps into view, pointing Rose to the right cabinet for the ice-cream bowls as if it’s her kitchen, as if this is her home, and Ben automatically gives in to the urge to smile as all his stress melts away in just a split-second. “Yeah,” he agrees easily, still grinning like a fool. “Yeah, I am.”

Poe startles him with a hard clap on his shoulder. “Good! Because I’ve been thinking–”

“Careful there, Dameron.”

“Very funny, Baby Boy Solo,” Poe huffs, sparing him a halfhearted eye-roll. “Look, Finn and I realized it’s kinda ridiculous that we let my grandmother scare us out of living together. I mean, I love her and all, but you know she’s the most superstitious person on the planet.”

Ben’s spent enough time around Poe’s abuela to know he isn’t exaggerating at all. “Yeah, I was surprised you let her get to you, honestly. Feels like you should know better by now.”

Poe shrugs. “You live and you learn. Anyway, listen: Finn’s been renting a sublet on a monthly basis, but it’s not really working out for him. And now that Holdo’s moving the company to the new office space downtown, my commute’s about to get unbearable. So we were thinking…”

“Are you abandoning me, Dameron?” Ben asks only half-jokingly, already running calculations on the cost of keeping the apartment on his own versus the emotional and mental cost of getting a roommate. And there’s Rey to consider; she’s friendly on the surface but Ben knows it takes her a while to warm up to strangers, and he wouldn’t want her to be uncomfortable in her own space–

“Don’t think of it as me abandoning you,” Poe suggests. “Think of it as me clearing out so that you and Rey can finally turn this place into your love nest.”

Upon catching sight of his blank look, Poe lets out a long-suffering sigh and drags a hand down his face. “Ask her to move in with you, Ben.”

Oh.

Rey could live here. Rey could live here with him – her toothbrush next to his every morning, her arms wrapped around him every night, her life and his coming together to form two halves of a whole. The kitchen could actually be her kitchen, and he could clear out half the closet for her – more than that, if she needs it, or they could use the second bedroom for storage once Poe moves out and leaves them all to themselves…

“Hey! Earth to Solo!”

He’s yanked out of his daydreams and greeted by the sight of Poe’s snapping fingers right in front of his eyes. “Right, sorry.”

“I could practically see that domestic bliss montage play out in your head, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, buddy. You do realize you need to ask Rey first, right?” Poe points out.

Right. That.

“Ask me what?”

For the first time in months, Rey has somehow entered a room without his notice. Ben’s ears ring with white noise as she comes closer and perches next to him on the edge of the couch, and Poe gives him a pointed look before he turns his attention to the rest of their friends to give him some privacy.

“Um,” Ben mumbles as he turns to find Rey beaming at him for no reason other than she’s his own personal sun, the very center of his orbit, the star his whole damn existence revolves around–

God, he really can’t imagine life without her. And why should he, when at every turn Rey has shown him that she wants this just as much as he does, admitted to him that she likes to think about their future too?

That future has to start somewhere, right?

“Rey,” he says, clears his throat and tries again when it comes out as barely a whisper. His hands find hers, and somehow she knows to give them a squeeze and reassure him with a single nod of her head, her smile remaining in place all the while.

And if Rey, Rey who was never sure where her next meal would come from, Rey who was never sure what the next day would bring or if there would even be a next day–

If Rey can be sure about anything, then he can be sure about them.

“Sweetheart, how would you feel about moving in with me?”

Well, it was nice while it lasted but as of today, I've officially blown past the word limit. And this is after two rounds of editing and some serious trimming.

Also, I'm sorry for the fact that this is more Ben & Poe than Ben/Rey. We were long overdue for some Ben POV and I was really looking forward to delving into his mind and seeing where he's at emotionally compared to Rey, but this happened instead. I really, really hope you guys are fans of this friendship too, because otherwise this was probably a pain to read. Sorry!

Thank you for reading as always, and I hope you enjoyed at least some of it. Please feel free to like/reblog/comment, and see you tomorrow!

#reylo #rey x ben #kylo ren/rey #rey/kylo ren #rey/ben solo #star wars #rey #ben solo #kylo ren #ficlet: language of its own #my fics

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crownedbyluke · 6 years

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Our Little Family (Part One)

Premise: it’s just Luke being a dad because I mean, everyone needs dad!Luke in their life.

Word Count: 2,200 (what a good start)

Luke walked in around four in the evening. It wasn’t often that he came home from the studio this early, but you would happily accept the help. Augustus crawled right up to him when he entered the living room. You could hear Luke’s laugh from the kitchen.

“Hey there bud, where’s mummy?” he asked and you heard the sound of Augustus crawling towards you.

“Look at my beautiful wife,” he said and wrapped his arms around you while you continued to make dinner.

“Hi babe. How was the studio?” you asked and turned to give him a quick peck.

“Good. Got a lot of writing done. Where’s my little princess?” he asked and watched as Augustus crawled around the two of you.

“She’s sleeping. Auggie just woke up from his nap,” you said and shrugged. Chloe had been asleep for a good two hours and since she had been particularly cranky today, you had decided to let her sleep.

“I’ll go check on her. Wanna come with bud?” he asked looking down at his son. Augustus almost had the same amount of blonde curls that Luke did, but the hazel eyes were all yours. He gave Luke a giant smile which told Luke to pick him up. You continued making dinner, a pasta dish with fresh salad and pancakes for the kids. Luke came back into the room with both of your children in hand. Chloe looked like she would cry any second and her golden curls were everywhere. The minute she saw you she reached for you.

“Come here baby girl,” you said and took her into your arms. You caught the smile on Luke’s face at the way your daughter reached for you. You couldn’t help but feel warm inside at the thought that he loved seeing you with the kids. Petunia came waddling in and sat herself on top of Luke’s feet.

“Well hello to you too,” he said and laughed at her. He bent down and gave her some pets.

“What’s with all the food?” he asked while putting Augustus down on the floor again.

“Do you not remember that we have people coming over tonight?” you asked and moved to the stove to check the pasta.

“Nope. Who’s coming over again?” he asked and laughed when Augustus tried climbing on top of Petunia. She however didn’t like it and ran away from him.

“Um, your band and a couple of my friends from work,” you said moving to sit Chloe next to Luke.

“Which friends?” Luke asked and looked up at you curious. He really didn’t remember.

“Alexa, B, Desiree, Shamara. The only friends I have at work,” you said and rolled your eyes at him. You couldn’t be mad, he was fairly busy on his own.

“Have I met them before? Have the boys met them before?” he asked and helped Chloe sit in his lap on the floor.

“You have at several work functions. The boys haven’t yet,” you answered while your phone started to ring.

“Lu, I gotta take this. Can you watch the pasta please?” you asked and started walking away.

“You are pregnant again,” your doctor said over the phone. You had been feeling sick over the past week and when you missed your period, you had a guess at what it was. The twins were just over a year old and you thought that you and Luke were making sure that you wouldn’t be getting pregnant again any time soon.

“Okay. Good to know. Thank you. How far along am I?,” you asked.. You weren’t sure that your little family was ready to have another addition to it. You and Luke were just starting to really get into the hang of things with the twins and work. He was going to be going a tour again for a whole six months.

“About two months actually. I’m surprised you didn’t notice missing your period sooner,” your doctor said trying to make a joke.

“It’s been busy and I haven’t really gotten into a full cycle yet since the twins,” you explained and shook your head. Two months pregnant and your husband was about to leave for six months.

“Hey babe, the pasta’s done!” Luke called from the kitchen. You got up and walked back in, smile on your face.

“Thanks. Can you set the table? I’m trying to finish the pancakes for the twins while the rest of the food cooks in the oven,” you said and leaned on him a little.

“Anything for you babe,” he said, kissing your cheek and walking towards the dining room, Chloe giggling in his arms from his tickling. You sighed and continued cooking. You and Luke would have to talk after dinner.

The boys arrived first, just like they usually did. Ashton went right for the kids.

“My little homies!” he shouted happily. Augustus giggled at him and reached for him. Ash picked him up and twirled him around, making Augustus giggle even more. Calum went for Chloe and she immediately latched onto him.

“I brought some wine. Need any help in the kitchen?” Crystal asked after your hug.

“Please. Luke has been trying to keep the twins busy and well, he’s been fifty percent successful,” you said laughing a little. She started the pancake batter for you while you went back to chopping up veggies. There was another knock on the door and you rushed to it. Your co-workers stood altogether, each with their own house warming card.

“Hi! Come in! Come in!” you said smiling at all of them. You hugged them each and couldn’t help but become slightly emotional from it. You and Luke had been in the house for a year, but because of work and the twins, your friends hadn’t been able to come over until now.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t invite you guys over for dinner sooner,” you said and accepted the flowers from B. She had brought a lovely bouquet with roses and tulips.

“You have kids Y/N, it’s expected of you to wait at least a year to have people over for a nice dinner,” Alexa joked and smiled at you. You had forgotten how much you missed having people over until your house was full.

“Okay, so, Alexa, Shamara, B, Des, this is Calum, Michael, and Ashton. They’re in the band with Luke,” you said and introduced your friends. The boys were polite, shaking hands and giving full smiles and your friends were slightly giddy. They were all fans of the band and even though you were all over twenty, it was still a little shocking to be meeting their favorite band, let alone having dinner with them.

“Auggie! No!” you heard Luke scold from the living room. You quickly rushed towards him and to let your friends talk. Augustus was pulling movies from the cabinet and Luke was trying to get him to stop. It was his new favorite thing to do.

“Lu, just pick him up. We’re gonna eat anyways. I’ll clean it up and put the child lock on later, come on,” you said offering him your hand. He smiled and picked up your son then took your hand.

You and Crystal brought the food out and everyone commented on how good it smelled. You handed Luke a pancake for Augustus and Calum one for Chloe.

“Thanks for coming guys. I know it’s been awhile since we’ve been able to really see each other and spend time together. To new friendships!” you said raising your glass of water. Everyone said cheers and you all went on to eating. Alexa and Ashton seemed to be hitting off which made you smile. Ash still needed someone to go out with and if you just so happened to set them up because you knew how great they would be together than oh well. Cal was struggling to get Chloe to eat which just made the whole table laugh.

“She just doesn’t want the pancake!” he said in frustration. B was sitting next to him and she giggled a little more than usual.

“Put some nutella on it, I bet she’ll eat it then,” she said quietly and passed Cal the jar that was on the table for Auggie. Sure enough, Chloe started eating her pancake. Cal just stared at B for a second in relief before continuing to feed her.

“So, you all work with Y/N?” Michael asked your friends before taking a bite of the baked ziti.

“Yeah. I’m in the marketing department, Alexa is from the publishing department, B is in administration, and Shamara is with public relations,” Desiree said smiling. How you all became friends was a little surprising.

“So how did you guys meet?” Michael continued, everyone around the table seemed interested in the story.

“Well, um, Y/N?” Shamara said gesturing towards you.

“We originally all met on tumblr talking about you guys. Then as our lives went on, we ended up all being in the same place for our careers. I got Shamara the job in PR after she moved here and then Des, Alexa, and B were already at the firm. We didn’t realize it until a work function and we’ve been friends in real life ever since,” you said shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal because to you it wasn’t. You got lucky to have your friends be in the same area as you and even luckier that when you all met in person, you still got along great.

“Wait, you all had tumblrs about us?” Calum asked looking between the five of us.

“Yeah. So?” you asked and stared him down.

“So? This is like every fan's dream come true!” Calum said.

“Oh we know. We all stopped going on years ago though,” Shamara said with a shrug. You all had kind of agreed that if you were going to be friends in real life, than you didn’t really need to talk on tumblr. Once the boys moved into your complex, you stopped completely out of respect for their privacy.

You said goodbye to everyone and once you had the door closed, you took a deep breath. You had to tell Luke about the news you received. You went upstairs and saw him putting the twins to sleep. You just watched from the doorway, falling even more in love with him if that was possible. He was such a good dad even with the touring and the public eye. He put his family first and that always made you smile. He walked up to you and gave you a kiss before closing the door. He took your hand and lead you to your shared bedroom.

“Luke, I have to tell you something,” you blurted once he closed your door. He turned around to look at you. He was confused and you understood why. You had kind of just shouted it out.

“Okay, what’s up babe?” he asked and took a seat on the bed.

“That phone call I took today before everyone came over?” you asked and slowly walked over to him. He nodded and he somehow looked more confused.

“It was from my doctor. I’m pregnant again,” you said quietly and felt Luke’s hands wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“Really? I thought we didn’t want more right now. I thought we were being safe,” he said and you saw him staring at your stomach.

“So did I, but I’m two months pregnant and you’re leaving for tour in like a week,” you said and brought your hands to rest behind his head. You hadn’t realized you were so upset about it until now. The first time you were pregnant, Luke was able to stay home with you and help get you through all the hormones and the pain. He couldn’t do that this time around and the idea of having to do all that alone scared you.

“Hey, come here,” he said and pulled on you a bit. You moved to sit on his lap and hid your face in his neck, a few tears slipping out.

“We’re gonna do this and we’re gonna be okay. We have planned breaks during shows. I’ll fly back to see you whenever I can. We’ll talk on the phone and FaceTime and I’ll fly my mum in if you want me to,” he said in a hurry. You smiled a little, but there were still tears falling from your eyes.

“Y/N, why are you crying?” he asked gently getting you to look at him.

“It’s the hormones and I get to have another baby with you,” you said smiling and resting your forehead against his.

“There’s no one else I’d rather have babies with. I love you so much,” he said and leaned into you. You kissed him back, tangling your fingers in his curls. He started to lay back and you went with him.

“You can still have sex while pregnant right?” he asked while you were kissing at his neck. You nodded your head a little and heard him laugh a little before moving so he was on top of you.

“Good because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and I need to show you how much I love you.”

Oh boy that was fun. There might even be two more parts for you lovelies coming soon! I hope you all enjoyed! Let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list! (patiently waits for friends to realize that I’ve put them in this) @thruheavenandhighwater

#d writes #my writing #luke hemmings #5sos #5sos fic #luke #luke hemmings fanfiction #fan fic #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #michael clifford #calum hood

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sanctum-of-fantasy · 6 years

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Rainy Day

Well it’s only taken a year and several days, but I finally got the first prompt for the Ladies Fest writing challenge done! It turned out much longer than I expected too. Hope everyone enjoys~

Series: Saint Seiya Characters: Ophiuchus Shaina and Chameleon June Word Count: 2,945

It was the rumble of thunder that woke June up. Her eyes snapping open and sitting up in her bed, one arm out stretched and put in a defensive stance until her mind caught up with her and she realized what the sound truly was. She dropped her arm and rubbed the area between her eyes and the bridge of her nose, it felt so silly to react like that but…. those kinds of reactions were far more common than she liked to admit in recent times.

Another crash of thunder and the flash of lightning through her blinds sent a shiver down her spine. Blinking in her dark room she reached over to her clock to check the time, unsure due to just how dark it currently was.

8:37 am

She sighed and rolled out of her bed, June decided there was no point in staying in bed due to the weather, that she should try and be productive. Sure, she wouldn’t be able to do her full morning routine, but she could manage a chunk of it within her apartment.

‘Morning routine, breakfast, check weather then….’ She mentally tried to plan what to do until the storm passed. She pulled her hair and in a messy bun and stumbled into her small kitchen.

After the Holy War ended she really didn’t have a place to return too, Andromeda Island bought back too many bitter memories and although there was room in Sanctuary, she just didn’t feel comfortable to stay within its borders.

In truth, she wasn’t the only one felt uncomfortable with staying in Sanctuary, with the last thirteen years still recent in everyone’s minds and with the Holy War, everything was…in disorder. There was still no Pope, although Athena was present and trying to reign in order there wasn’t much success from what she could tell, at least not yet.

On the other hand, there was her and her fellow Saints…. each one of them had dedicated their lives to fighting and now, what was there to fight? What was there for them to do, to fight? Sure, there would be always be an occasional problem she was sure, but those would probably be small. There would be students to train too, but she didn't consider herself exactly the mentor type. She wasn't like her own master Albior.

She wasn't sure where she stood exactly, what was in her future.

“Come on June don't think like that” She whispered, shaking her head and slipping her feet into the pair of slippers she kept nearby. She reminded herself she couldn't keep thinking those kind of thoughts, it wasn't good for her and it wouldn't do her any good to linger on them.

'Ok....breakfast, some stretches and then check the mail, I'll figure what to do after that' June thought as she yawned and stumbled into her small kitchen, turning on the lights and setting a kettle on the shove to boil as she turned on a radio and moved it to a weather station.

The local time is currently 8:42, temperature is 16 Celsius, which would mean it'd be a perfect day to be outside if it wasn't for the storm.

'Yeah a real shame, I don't think I want to do my jog like this' She thought, looking through her fridge and pulling out the cartoons of eggs and milk before closing it with a slight kick and setting them aside when the kettle began to make the loud whistling noise that said the water was hot enough.

Chances of seeing the sun shine today are low, chances of rain are high and will continue into the later afternoon. Better chances for tomorrow, with general cloudiness and low percent of rain.

'Oh, how wonderful, I can get some errands done then' June thought as she broke several eggs into a bowl and mixed them together with a dash of milk. The sound of the radio blending with the rain into the background, coating her home in a sleepy feeling.

'Can't really train like this, maybe I'll spend the day watching tv and reading’ which sounded just fine, training when it was raining so hard was terrible and she never enjoyed it when she was a trainee. She could do her training tomorrow, there wasn't much to do otherwise. When the weather cleared up she did plan on going to Sanctuary and seeing how things were going there, it had been a few days.

She jumped slightly when she heard distant but loud knocking at her door, putting a hand to her chest and sighing. “Coming!” She called, pushing her eggs away and walking to the door, whoever was at the other end was very impatient.

“Yes, can I help you wi-Shaina?” June blinked, seeing the Ophiuchus Saint on the other side of her day. Hair drenching wet and an irritated look on her face, one eye twitching. Was odd enough to see her away from her armor, let alone without her mask and at her door.

She didn't even know the Silver Saint knew where she lived.

“Is something the matter? What were you doing out in the rain?” June asked, before stepping aside and gesturing for the other Saint to step inside “Oh please come in, I'll get you a towel!” Shaina quickly stepped in, kicking off her shoes and hanging her black jacket on the nearby coat rack, shivering slightly as she rubbed her arms.

“Didn't really plan on being out during the storm but the rain snuck up on me before I knew it. Remembered Marin said you lived around here” the Silver Saint said, nodding as June handed her a towel. Which she worked through her hair before draping it over her shoulders.

“Well” June started before pausing momentarily to think over her idea. Going back out in such a bad storm wasn’t exactly the best idea however, the Ophiuchus wasn’t exactly the best person to get along with from what she had heard and seen the few times they crossed paths.

‘But she is a comrade’ June reminded herself. “Shaina if you want, you can stay here until the storm lightens up some” she said.

The green haired Saint narrowed her eyes and glanced out one of the living room windows, “I’d hate to impose, besides it’s just a storm. It’ll take more than that to kill me.”

“You can still get seriously sick” June said, her voice deadpan as she shook her head and returned to her kitchen, “Would you like something? Drink? Food?” She heard a faint click of a tongue before Shaina moved to sit at one of the tall stools she kept by the kitchen counter, pressing a hand flat as she thought for a moment.

“Got any coffee?” Shaina asked, receiving a smile and nod from June. The Chameleon Saint wasn’t a fan of coffee, it was too bitter to her no matter what kind she got or what she added to it. But she always kept a small thing of it around for any guests that preferred it.

“I was just about to make some breakfast, want some eggs or toast?” June asked, sliding a fan onto the shove top to heat up. As well as getting the coffee going.

“If it’s not a problem, thanks” Shaina said.

A rhythmic pattern surrounded them, between the rain, June cooking between drinking her tea and handing Shaina her coffee as she messed with the radio, managing to find a folk music station. It felt nice to June, felt normal and calm as they bounced between anything they could think of.

Shaina had recently moved back out of one of the barrack building in Sanctuary, since her cottage had been rebuilt finally, after it had been destroyed during the War. She had been out looking to buy a few things for her mostly empty home when the storm came.

‘I should get her a housewarming gift’ June mused, dishing out some scrambled eggs onto two plates, pushing one towards the older Saint. “How are the other Silver Saints adjusting by the way?” she asked, she’d only really heard from Marin a few times, but the rest of the second rank was mostly unknown to her.

“Eh, some are doing better than others. A few are still healing from injuries, months old or fresh…. mentally, physically or both” Shaina answered, propping her chin against a hand, eyes focused on the radio. “Everyone’s mourning but a few want to hurry up and get new trainees and Saints, we’re down by what forty something? Yeah that sounds about right.”

Of that number June was sure 12 were the Gold Saints, the Pope, and another was her master.

‘5 could have been Shun and the other bronzes’ she added privately to herself.

“What about you Shaina, how are you handling everything?” June asked, taking a bold move. The Ophiuchus Saint wasn’t a very open person, especially with her emotions as Marin had once told her. She didn’t expect get much of an answer, if anything she expected a snappy comment.

“Probably as well as you are” Shaina snorted before sighing. “Ok that was too harsh, I have no idea I’m doing honestly. Been trying to keep myself busy at least.”

June nodded, she had been doing the same for the most part. She shook her head and focused back on the breakfast she was eating.

“What about you? Got any plans for yourself?” Shaina asked, taking a long drink of her coffee.

“I…not really?” She managed to say, moving two plates from a top cabinet and dishing out the food and moving to face the other Saint. “I wouldn’t say I planned on dying in the War but” she paused, throat feeling dry suddenly, “I guess I never thought about after, that’s all.”

She heard Shaina sigh and looked up, she was swirling her coffee, a bittersweet smile on her face.

“Yeah that sounds about right. We bleed for one event in our lives, but after? No one thinks about after and we’re tripping over ourselves figuring this mess out” Her voice sounded stressed and angry. June figured it was more at herself rather than at others.

She felt the same way sometimes.

June took a sip of her drink, still trying to get the cotton feeling to get away, her thoughts slipping back to when she was just a trainee, and to Andromeda Island. Albior did his best with all of them, guiding them along with their training or any questions they had. But if she remembered right, he was just a few years older than Shaina.

Which made her wonder, did he have something planned? Beyond teaching a new generation of Saints, what else did he have in mind?

“June? You home?” Shaina’s voice, and a light tapping on the counter top bought her away from those sad thoughts. She rubbed her eyes and shook her head, “Sorry I was just…thinking.”

“Thinking is proving to be dangerous lately, don’t let your food go cold” Shaina replied, returning to her own food and June decided that she had a point. She remembered hearing somewhere that a full stomach helped with moods, and her own mood needed some uplifting.

“So, what was on your mind?” Shaina asked.

“My Master, I was just thinking, if he had any ideas or plans for after the Holy War” June replied, lifting her eyes away from her plate to meet the other Saint’s gaze.

“Your Master was hmm, Cepheus, right? Tall, blond haired guy?” Shaina said, gesturing with a hand high in the air, matching roughly how tall the Saint in question was.

“Yeah that’s him, Cepheus Albior, did you know him?” June asked, a curious expression spreading on her face, she sat up straighter. Shaina grunted and narrowed her eyes, “Not really? Met a few times in Sanctuary when we were both trainees, to be honest I always thought of him as a goody-two-shoes.”

She couldn’t help but snort and laugh slightly, somehow that description fitted him well. “Yeah I can see why you would think that.”

“There were quite a few people in Sanctuary that I could call that. But hell, I don’t think any Masters had any plans for after the War beyond training new Saints. I know I didn’t when Cassios got assigned to me, still don’t.” Shaina continued, stabbing her food sharply.

“You had a student?” Somehow it didn’t surprise her, Marin was the same age and had trained Seiya despite it. Seemed like a lot of Masters were quite young, Sanctuary or rather the Pope didn’t see any fault with the idea.

“Cassios, he…didn’t get very far. Died during the siege of the Zodiac Temples” Shaina managed, crossing her arms and looking towards the nearby window. The storm seemed to have lightened up some, though the sky was still so dark despite the time passing.

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that” June said, that whole event had been terrible in every way, and for everyone involved. And with the battles that happened afterwards…’No June, don’t think about it, it’s all over now’ She snapped at herself.

“I’d like to say he got justice in the end, but it still feels er, how to say it. Cheated? Not enough for what happened” She mumbled, pushing away her now empty plate.

“I can understand what you mean, really” She’d be lying if she didn’t say she wasn’t somewhat bitter about how things went with the Pisces and Scorpio Saints, but that was then she reminded herself. She had moved on from it…. mostly.

“Shit happens, can’t fix it. But…thanks, really June” Shaina reached over hesitantly and rested a hand on her shoulder for a few moments but moving back. She smiled towards the Silver Saint who turned her head away.

“Have you thought about taking another student?” She questioned, carefully. Perhaps it was a bit too soon after what they had talked about, but she did wonder. Shaina had mentioned that some in Sanctuary were already trying to get back into training new Saints.

“Not really, not with what happened with Cassios” She answered, flexing a hand and focusing on her gloves. “It’s just given me a lot to think about. Some good and some is just fucking terrible” Shaina said with a groan.

June reached out to try and comfort her but clenched her hand and returned it to her lap. The Ophiuchus Saint didn’t seem to like physical contact too much and she didn’t want to offend her.

“Sorry” She mumbled out.

“Don’t be, it’s well, it’s just is what it is” Shaina replied, straightening her back and sighing. “There’s talk about Athena changing things, something involving the Sanctuary’s training methods, so if I even wanted too, I doubt I could get a new student at the moment.”

“Oh, I wonder what she has planned then. Doubt I’d ever have what it takes to be a mentor like you or Marin” June said with a shrug. Aside from the fact she was a Bronze Saint and couldn’t technically take on a student, unless she was promoted to Gold Saint. Something that was even less likely.

“Don’t knock yourself down kid, you’re younger than me. Sides we both have a whole lot of time now, for better or worse” Shaina said with a huff. June figured she was likely right, and just can used to reassuring others.

“Thank you, Shaina,” she said, standing up and taking their empty dishes to the sink as a lighter mood spread in the room. The radio station had changed at some point, going back to the weather broadcast, the announcer still as joyful as he first was.

Just a friendly reminder its currently 10:00 am and the weather has cleared up some, if any of our dear listeners have errands to run, now might be your best chance. We’re going to pause for a brief break, but we get back we’ll be talking to a guest about-

“Hate how they interrupt songs like that” Shaina sighed, lowering the volume on the radio and standing from her seat. “Well, if the weather is easing up, I better take my chance and get back to Sanctuary. Trying to get up those hills and canyons is a pain when everything’s wet.”

June nodded and dried her hands, pulling open the blinds to the small, single window by the sink. A few rays of light had broken through the sky and she could see some people already outside. “Sounds like a plan, travel safely though.”

“Thanks, guess I’ll see you around Sanctuary then?” Shaina asked as June turned to face her, pulling on her now dry jacket.

She nodded and smiled, “Yeah and, if you’re around the neighborhood, don’t be a stranger ok?” Receiving a thumb up over a shoulder of green hair and listened as the door shut softly behind her.

After a while soft music came back into her apartment, the rain came back but didn’t seem as depressing as before. She settled down with a book she picked up from a local bookstore, her mood much better than when she woke up and so were her thoughts.

She enjoyed the short visit she decided, it was good to talk to another Saint struggling like she had been, as much as she hated to admit it. In the back of her mind she figured she’d visit the Sanctuary soon enough, see how things were going there and see how Marin was doing.

The phone rang then, and stood up to answer it, surprised to hear a familiar voice on the other end.

#Chameleon June #anony posts #ophiuchus shaina #masks off #cdzladiesfest #anony's writing #I'll be adding this to my AO3 shortly too

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You Won’t Break Me- Part 1

Pairing: Negan x plus size! reader

Warnings: Smutish, language (cuz it’s Negan), dub-con if you squint, lots of talk about smut.

Word Count: 3354

A/N: Gifs are not mine, they came from Google.

You sat with your legs stretched out in front of you on the porch swing as you watched the trucks rumble through the front gate of Alexandria. Everyone was out on their porches and everyone looked really tense, except for you. You sat in the swing sipping on a glass of whiskey. You were new here so you weren’t sure what you were supposed to be scared of even though everyone living in the small community had told you stories of the Saviors. But, you had not met them yet and they had never done anything to you so you were not afraid. You were never scared unless you had a good reason, it used up too much unnecessary energy. Men piled out of the back of the two trucks and began to fan out, all had guns in hand but they all hung back at the first truck until a tall man in a black leather jacket climbed out of the passenger seat. You watched as he swung a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire in front of him before moving it to rest on his shoulder. His voice was loud and boisterous but even though you could hear it all the way at your house you couldn’t make out what he was saying. You watched intently as Rick made his way to the tall man and they exchanged words. You could see the tension in Rick’s shoulders but Negan on the other hand looked completely at ease. He even through he head back and laughed at something Rick said. The look on Rick’s face said that whatever he had said to Negan was not at all funny. It wasn’t long before Negan barked an order to his men and they took off in different directions. Rick and Negan , however began walking through the streets.

It only took a few minutes before the two lone men were approaching the street in front of your new home. The closer he got the more you can see the man. He is tall, fit, dark hair slicked back, and that salt and pepper scruff on his face is very nice. ‘Not bad’ you think to yourself. You also notice that the man has not stopped talking since he got out of the truck and that thought makes you chuckle ‘he most love the sound of his own voice’. Although you thought that deep baritone sounded pretty good too. Both men had reached the front of your house as you took another drink of your whiskey. Your slight movement caught Negan’s eye and he stopped walking. He cocked his head to the side as he met your gaze. He pulled his baseball bat from his shoulder and pointed it in your direction. “She’s new.” he said to Rick without taking his eyes off you.

“Oh, yeah.” Rick looked from you back to Negan. “She just got here at the end of last week.”

“Hmm” Negan brought the bat back to his shoulder and turned to your house to make his way up the steps onto your porch.

You tried to keep your face neutral as the man stood a few feet away from you. You watched as his eyes dragged over you from head to toe. You knew you weren’t much to look at. You were a big girl, always had been, and the dead rising hadn’t changed that any.

You made sure not to look away from his gaze. You were not going to show him any fear although he was very intimidating.

Negan broke the silence, of course “You going to introduce us Rick or just stand there and be a rude mother fucker?”

Rick rolled his eyes before saying “This is..” his frowned as he suddenly couldn’t remember your name. You couldn’t blame him, apparently he had been under a lot of stress lately and you had barely spoken to the man since you had gotten to Alexandria.

“Y/n” you answered for him and smiled “and you must be Negan.”

“The one and only sweetheart.” Negan grinned at you. You just smiled and nodded in return taking another sip from your glass.

Negan to seem to contemplate you for a minute. He seemed almost puzzled by your calm demeanor when everyone else was always so on edge during his visits. “Well, don’t you look just fucking comfy cozy up here in your little swing like it was any other fucking summer day.” he chuckled finally and took a seat in one of the rocking chairs at your side.

You turned your head so you could look at him as you spoke. You shrugged your shoulders softly. “Should I be scared of you?” You had to smile as he raised his eyebrows but he didn’t answer. “I mean I don’t know you and you don’t know me. I’m just minding my own business here.”

“So where did you come from?” Negan asked with that smirk plastered on his face. “It looks like someone has been feeding you well. I might want to visit that place.”

Your face fell at that comment and you swung your legs around so you were sitting on the swing with your feet on the floor and facing him. “Seriously? Even in the fucking zombie apocalypse I gotta deal with dicks making rude fucking comments about my weight?” You shook your head and sighed. “Not that is any of your fucking business but I have been taking care of my own damn self.” the anger was evident in your eyes as you held his gaze without backing down.

“Whoa oh,” Negan threw his head back and laughed. “I like this one Rick. She is fucking feisty.” Neither you nor Rick looked amused. “Rick, why don’t you go help my boys for a few minutes while I get to know our new friend here.”

“I don’t think they need my help.” Rick replied as his eyes darted to you. You knew he did not trust Negan alone with you and even though Rick did not know you well yet he had let you become part of his community so he wanted to protect you.

“It wasn’t a goddamn suggestion Rick. Now don’t piss me off and go help my boys.” Negan smiled at Rick.

You looked at Rick and nodded. You still were not afraid. Rick sighed and then turned and jogged down the porch steps leaving you alone with Negan. Negan watched Rick leave before turning to look back at you. He finally set his bat down beside his chair before leaning towards you, his arm resting heavily on the armrest of the rocking chair nearest your side.

“I wasn’t making rude fucking comments about your weight sweetheart. Lewd perhaps but not fucking rude.” He grinned at you biting lightly on the tip of his pink tongue. His eyes moved over your form again openly and he actually wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Hmm,” you had to grin back at him as you felt your cheeks flush, it had been a very long time since a man had looked at you that way, not since the world had went to hell, and definitely not a man as handsome as Negan. “Well, I didn’t see that coming.” you chuckled softly. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips as you took another drink. “You want a drink?” You asked holding up your glass.

“Hell yes.” he grinned as he watched you rise from the porch swing and head to your front door. He rose from his chair and grabbed the baseball bat in one fluid motion to follow you inside.

You headed straight into your kitchen and grabbed a glass out of one of the cabinets. You glanced over to Negan watching him as he laid the bat down on the kitchen island and leaned with his back against the marble surface. His dark brown eyes watching you intently as you moved to another cabinet for the whiskey. You had to take your eyes off of him for a moment as you bent down to retrieve the whiskey bottle from under the sink.

“Shi-it, mmn” Negan exclaimed as you bent over in front of him. “I haven’t seen an ass fill out a pair of fucking jeans like that in a long time kitten.”

You stood with bottle in hand and looked back over your shoulder at him with a raised eyebrows and chuckled. “You aren’t subtle are you?” You turned back to the glass and poured his drink.

“Fuck no.” He answered. “There is no fucking time for subtlety these fucking days. Plus, the direct approach is more fun.” He smiled down at you as you handed him the glass which he took with his one gloved hand.

You grinned back as you looked up into those brown eyes and picked your own glass back up, holding it up as you spoke. “Well then here is to being direct.”

“Hell yeah.“ Negan toasted with you before almost emptying his glass in one gulp. “So kitten,” he sat his glass down on the counter “how did you survive this long in this fucking shit hole of world all by yourself and stay looking this” he eyes drug openly over your body once more “just fucking fuckable?”

You laughed even as you felt your whole body flush at the attention this man was giving you. You knew better than to put too much stock into his words. People, men, were always lying to get what they wanted and hell even at the end of world people played games and it didn’t really matter if you knew what their agenda was or not. “Believe it or not” you spoke after considering the man in front of you for another minute “my husband was one of those silly dooms day preppers.”

“No shit?” Negan raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, turns out it wasn’t so silly after all.” You leaned back against the counter behind you as you continued to nurse your drink. “I used to give him so much shit for it. Every week he would buy more supplies until our entire basement was full of stuff.” You took another drink as your eyes drifted down to floor and Negan could tell you were remembering your past. “So the world went to hell and I got to stay at home and watch it happen. I just ran out of supplies about a year ago and that is when I had to leave.” You looked back up at him and smiled before finishing off your drink.

“So where is this husband of yours now?” Negan cocked his head to the side before picking up his own glass again.

You smiled softly. “Well apparently you can prep all you want for the end of world but you can’t prep for cancer. He died about three months before it all started.”

“Well don’t life just fucking suck sometimes.” He finished his drink and slammed the glass down on the counter. “Your husband, did he fully appreciate every fucking inch of the women that you are?” Negan moved his hands to gesture down your body lewdly as he grinned.

You laughed again softly. “You are something else.” you shook your head and then continued. “But to answer your question, yes. My husband always liked that I was a big girl. He said he liked big girls because he didn’t have to worry about feeling like he was going to break me.” You laughed again at that thought. “He always said skinny women felt too fragile like he could snap them in half.”

Negan bit his bottom lip and his eyes narrowed as he stared down at you. It only took one stride of his long legs to have him towering over you, his chest merely an inch in front of your face. His voice had dropped an octave as smirked down at you. “He sounds like a smart fucking man and he was right. A woman like you, shit I could plow into the fucking mattress as hard as I fucking want and you could take it. Couldn’t you kitten?” Negan’s hands moved around your body to rest on the counter top effectively pinning you in place. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the wetness grow between your thighs at his words. All you could do was stare up at him. Your confidence faltering at having him so close. You thought maybe he was just messing with you but having him this close with those eyes staring down at you made you speechless. Negan gave you a moment to respond but quickly grew impatient.

“Are we going to fucking do this or what kitten cause my dick has been hard since you bent over in those fucking tight jeans.” To emphasize his point his closed the short distance between you and pressed you against the counter so you could feel his hardness pressing against the soft flesh of your stomach. You moaned softly and your tongue darted out to wet your full lips an instant before Negan crashed his lips against yours.

You whimpered into his mouth. The heat rushed through your body. It had been so long since you had felt desire like this, not since your husband had died. Your hand moved to glide over his white tee shirt. Your fingers played over his hard muscled chest as your lips parted eagerly for his tongue. He was not gentle as he claimed your mouth, his tongue danced along yours and his teeth tugged at your bottom lip leaving you breathless as he finally pulled back to look down at you.

“Well hot damn baby doll.” He groaned as he licked his lips and stared down at you as you craned your neck to look up at him. His eyes were full blown with lust and in that moment you were actually afraid. Afraid of the heat that coiled through your body. Suddenly afraid of the affect this man you literally just met was having on you, but damn the confidence, power and pure sex appeal he gave off was intoxicating. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t acknowledge the fact that he reminded you of your late husband, so much so it made your heart ache just a little.

Negan chuckled as he watched the inner struggle play across your face. He bent his head so his lips were right against your ear, his gravely voice soft and sensual as he whispered “Don’t try to fight it kitten you and I both know how fucking good I could make you feel.” his lips captured the shell of your ear and he flicked his tongue along the flesh before biting. You gasped at the sensation, your eyes closed as your head tilted back offering your neck to his mouth and he took the offer. He sucked and bit at your flesh leaving marks along your pale skin making you whimper.

“Negan, wait.” Your hands pushed at his chest as you squirmed against him. You mind reeling. “I can’t do this, I..” your voice trailed off as his one hand moved to tangle in your silken locks and he tugged your hair roughly making you yelp softly.

Negan pulled back from your neck to look into your eyes as he held your hair in one hand and his other hand slowly snaked up your body to wrap his hand around your exposed throat. “We were getting along so good kitten don’t go fucking it up now.” His hand tightened at your throat, not tight enough to hurt, but the threat was there. You had to close your eyes as you felt his strong gloved hand press against your neck, the sensation making you shudder and you could feel the wetness now pool between your thighs soaking your panties that were already damp just from the way he spoke to you. Your hips jerked involuntarily as he squeezed just a little harder at your throat and when you opened your eyes Negan was staring at you with a smirk plastered on his handsome face.

“Well, well, well, fuck me. Kitten likes it rough.” he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I feel like I just won the goddamn lottery.”

Negan leaned in closer to you once more his lips hovering just above yours. Your hands tightened into fists in his white tee shirt as you felt his muscled thigh shift to press between your legs and push against your jean covered core.

“Let her go.” the sound of Rick’s voice from the doorway of your kitchen made you jump. You watched as the smile left Negan’s lips and his brows furrowed. He did not release his grip on you, in fact the only thing he did was turn his head so he could look at the man.

“Rick,” Negan’s voice was low and you watched as his jaw clenched “I am goddamn certain that this is none of your fucking business. So you need to turn your ass around and get the fuck out of here. Now.”

“Let her go.” Rick continued unwavering. “I don’t know what happened here but we can work this out. You don’t have to hurt her.” You and Negan both realized then that Rick had read the situation wrong. He thought Negan was threatening you not trying to fuck you. You could see how he had come to that conclusion and you were actually a little relieved. If you knew one thing you knew that the residents of Alexandria hated Negan and you were pretty sure they would not be too happy about their newest member fucking their arch nemesis.

Negan let out a chuckle at Rick’s misinterpretation of the scene he was witnessing. “Oh Ricky boy, me and kitten here are definitely going to work this out but we don’t need any fucking help from you.” Negan spoke still keeping his hands and body on you just as he had them before Rick had walked in. “And hell, as far as hurting her,” he raised his eyebrows as his gaze turned back to you “that is up to you, kitten.” Negan’s thumb gently traced the pulse point that he could feel racing under his gloved hand.

“Negan.” Rick spoke again, his voice wavering a little with his frustration due to his need to try to keep his people safe.

Negan gave you a look like he was hoping you would speak up and tell Rick to leave but your eyes only darted between the two men. You were so unsure how to react in this moment. Part of you wanted Negan, wanted to see where and how this would go but the other part of you wanted to save face in front of Rick and not have to deal with the consequences of this particular situation.

Negan’s hands suddenly left your body and he backed away from you so quickly that you almost stumbled forward from the lack of him holding you against the counter. Rick looked visibly relieved but Negan looked at you with obvious disappointment on his face. He quickly picked up his barbed wired bat and swung it over his shoulder.

Negan made his way out of your kitchen almost knocking Rick down at his moved through the doorway bumping his shoulder hard into Rick’s as he mumbled “Cockblocking mother fucker.”

You suddenly let out a breath that you didn’t know you had been holding as both men walked out of your house. You were trembling, hands shaking. You took a moment to pull yourself together, downing the last of the whiskey from your glass before making your way back to your porch. Negan and Rick were standing on the sidewalk in front of your house as you emerged. Negan looked up at you as you moved to stand by the railing.

He smirked up at you before calling out. “This aint over kitten, not by a long fucking shot.” He winked at you before turning and heading back towards the gate.

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pitifulmagicalocs · 7 years

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Flashback Chapter

Scene: Kyle Trauma Flashback

Characters: Kyle Hausman (Age 11), Peter Hausman, Theresa (Minor)

Words: 4590

Status: First Draft.

Comments: I feel like boiled crap right now. So I’m gonna lift my spirits by sharing this lovely horror scene. (Some feedback would make my life.)

WARNING: Gore, violence on a minor, cussing.

“Forty-four Willowmead Road.”

Kyle repeated the address for the hundredth time, all the while staring back at the grisly and peeling home that bore a rusted sign that boldly echoed his words.

‘44 Willowmead Rd’

Kyle swallowed hard. He’d never been to this part of the community before. Sure, his first home was quite close to the edge of the community, but this neighborhood was quite literally on the edge. He could actually see the community wall off in the distance, but close enough to walk to.

But this was it. This was where his father was living now. His dad had promised to show it to him at some point, but he never got the chance. Or, rather, Kyle’s mother never gave him the chance. At this point, he truly wished he had a guide.

But he was alone. He’d made the decision to go alone. He wasn’t going to turn back, wait for the next bus, go home to a tongue-lashing and permanent grounding from his mother until he saw his father, if only for a few minutes.

So he swallowed a second time, shifted his backpack up his shoulder and started up the walkway.

“You lost, sweetness?”

The voice was warm and gentle, but it nearly gave Kyle a heart-attack. He pressed a hand to his chest and spun around.

An older woman, whom Kyle would guess to be in her mid-to-late-60s, stood by the end of the walkway in a grey track-suit, her sweet smile not at all hiding the way she eyed Kyle up and down.

“Um, no, I,” Kyle stammered, motioning over his shoulder towards the house.

“Oh! Don’t you have a sweet face! You’re Kyle, aren’t you?”

Kyle dropped his brow. “Do I know you, Ma’am?”

The woman laughed and waved a hand over her head. “Sorry, hon. I’m Theresa. My son and I helped your father move in. Pictures of you were the first thing he wanted put up. I remember faces.”

Kyle felt himself smile a little at that. “Really?” He stepped back towards Theresa and held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Theresa. I’m Kyle Hausman.”

“Oh, very polite!” Theresa beamed, shaking his hand.

“Is my dad home? Do you know?” Kyle pointed to the driveway. “His car’s out front, so…”

“Oh.” Theresa sighed. “I don’t doubt it. I haven’t seen him go anywhere in—“she shrugged. “—months? I saw him in the yard a couple nights ago, though.”

“Yeah, my—“Kyle shifted his weight. “Nobody’s heard much from him, so I’m visiting.”

Theresa lifted a brow. “And your mother’s okay with this?”

“Oh yeah,” Kyle lied.

Theresa looked from him, to the house and back.

“How old are you, sweetness?”

“I’ll be eleven in a couple weeks,” he answered. “September twentieth.”

“Alright, well—“Theresa started to move along at a slow pace. “I live right next door. House number forty-five. Come over if you need anything.”

“Absolutely! Much appreciated, Theresa!” Kyle waved her off, and then headed back towards the house again.

“Didn’t think old ladies actually called kids ‘sweetness’ in real life,” he whispered to himself as he walked. “Unsettling.”

He jumped up the steps, avoiding a couple that looked less than trustworthy. Although the ones he did put his weight on still sunk threateningly under it.

“What a dump,” he mumbled, approaching the front door, which luckily seemed to be fashioned from a sturdier wood. He knocked.

“Dad!” he shouted at the door. He counted thirty seconds of silence, eying house forty-five out the corner of his eye. Theresa was still lingering on her front step, watching him with both hands on her hips.

He stood on his tip-toes and put his mouth less than an inch away from the dusty stained-glass window that decorated the door.

“Dad!— I know you’re home! Your car is in the driveway!” He hollered. “Your neighbor said you’re home. Open up!”

How long had it been since his father had seen him? Had his voice changed? He was growing pretty fast. He pushed a hand against his throat and hummed. Did the vibrations seem—deeper? Maybe his father didn’t believe it was really him? It’d make sense to be cautious in this kind of neighborhood.

“Dad! It’s Kyle!” He shouted. “You know; your son? Open up!”

Kyle dropped back down onto his heels and he looked back to where Theresa stood. She waved to him and then beckoned for him to come over.

“Come on, Kyle! You can use my phone! Call your mum!”

Kyle shook his head. “Nah! I’ve got it handled! Thank you!”

He leapt the entirety of the stairs back down, and then he swung down, hand on the railing, until he was kneeling beside the rickety steps. He held his breath, braced himself, and then reached his arm underneath the steps, cringing at the sticky sensation of ancient cobwebs.

When his fingers brushed against something dry and plastic, he smirked and bit down on his lip.

“Maybe my voice changed—” he grunted, pulling the old peanut can out from underneath the steps and popping it open, dumping a silver key from the inside onto his open palm. “—But you sure haven’t, Dad. You’re practically begging for an intrusion.”

He stood back up and rushed up the steps, this time forgetting to be cautious, but luckily taking no spills.

“I found the spare key!” he announced to Theresa, who shielded her eyes from the sun.

“You’re too smart for him!” she called back.

“Guess so!”

He unlocked the door and pocketed the key.

“Dad?” he called as he cracked the door open. He gave one last wave to Theresa, who hesitated and then waved back, and he popped inside, shutting the door behind him.

“Ugh!” he grunted, putting his forearm over his nose. What was that smell? He couldn’t quite pinpoint anything to compare it to, but it made the inside of his nose burn.

“Repulsive,” he sighed, kicking his shoes off. “Just nasty.”

He looked down at the rug, and smiled at his sudden discovery. A dirty old pair of work boots as familiar to him as own name.

“Found your boots, Dad! I know you’re here!”

He sat in silence for a moment, listening for something, anything. But the only sound that could be heard was the clanging of what sounded like a basement furnace, which suddenly made him realize how hot it was in there. Why would he have the furnace on in early September?

Kyle fanned his neck and stepped further into the house.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

Kyle skidded past the open basement door. He may have been grown, but a bizarre noise from the basement was still something to be avoided.

He slid past the cluttered living area, and into the cluttered kitchen. Just as Theresa had said, there were plenty of pictures hung up. Most without frames and therefore sloppily taped to the walls or stuck to the fridge, but hung up nonetheless. Kyle leaned in for a peek at one of the photos; himself during his first year of hockey. Next to that, his seventh birthday, when his mother had done her best to shape his birthday cake to look like an astronaut. He didn’t remember it looking that terrible.

Kyle smiled warmly, and then swept his eyes over the rest of the photographs, school awards and souvenirs. His dad really needed an update. Most of them were old. Although he did have last year’s school picture, and a recent photograph of Kyle and his mother on the wall by the cabinets, although the latter appeared to be printed out on plain white paper.

“Dad?” Kyle called as he crept his fingers along the countertops, pushing aside newspapers and folded-up cereal boxes. “You gotta do the recycling!”

A sudden ringing sound sent him jumping a couple inches into the air. He spun around and glanced around the room with wide eyes until the ringing sounded a second time, and drew his eye to an ancient-looking phone and answering machine, sitting on top of even more paper.

He cautiously approached, as if it would jump out at him, and he read the number on the tiny, illuminated number.

“Crap. Mom.”

Kyle shifted his eyes around the room, and pressed down on the ‘transfer to voicemail’ button.

There was a moment of silence, and then a loud beep, followed by a male’s droning voice.

“Hello, you have reached Peter Hausman— I am away at the moment. Please leave a message after the tone. If you are calling about a service, please leave your name and number and I will get back to you as soon as I can.”

Beep.

Although it was expected, his mother’s panicked voice still made his chest tighten.

“Peter? Peter. It’s Janet. I don’t know what to do here. Ines just called. Kyle hasn’t shown up to her house yet. The boys say he got on a different bus. I— I don’t know where he is, Peter! I don’t know where our boy is! Our baby! Please just, tell me he’s with you. Please pick up. Tell me you know where he is! Just… please. I don’t know what to do.”

Click.

Kyle rolled his eyes to the ceiling and he hovered his finger over the ‘delete button’.

“I’m fine, mother,” he huffed. “You need a lesson in overbearing.”

‘You have ten new messages.’

The answering machine’s electronic voice gave Kyle a second jolt. He pulled his finger away and squinted.

“What? Weird.”

Without thinking, Kyle’s finger slid to the ‘play’ button, and pressed down.

‘Message: One’

Another beep, and then an older woman’s voice began to speak.

“Hello Mr. Hausman. This is Anette calling from Doctor Bedi’s office. I’m calling to inform you of a missed appointment you had scheduled at the office on the third of July. Since you’ve only missed one, we’re not going to fine you, but I am warning you that there is a small fee should you miss another appointment with us. Thank you.”

‘Message: Two’

A man’s voice.

“Hey. I’m calling because you came by to fix the lighting in our basement last week and—it’s really not any better. I don’t know if you even did anything down there. It just—“

Kyle tapped ‘next’. He had no interest in customer complaints.

‘Message: Three’

“Hello Mr. Hausman. This is Anette. I’m calling from Doctor Bedi’s office to inform you of a missed appoi—“

Skip. He also had no interest in hearing the glitch old machine play the same message twice.

‘Message: Four’

“Hey! Petey! Buddy! It’s Isaac. Remember me? Uh, I don’t know if your cell is busted or you’re just being dramatic, but… errrr… fuckin’ uhhh… Right! Brent and I are going down to… fuck! I’ve forgotten what we were doing, man. I am half in the fucking bag right now… I--“

Skip. Plus a quick glance around the room to make sure his father hadn’t picked up all those f-bombs.

‘Message: Five’

““Hello Mr. Hausman. This is Anette. I’m calling—“

Skip.

“What the--?” Kyle whispered.

‘Message: Six’

“Hello Peter. This is Doctor Bedi—“

Kyle dropped his brow and leaned on the counter.

“— I’m calling because I’m a bit worried about you. You’ve missed three scheduled appointments and the last time we spoke you said some things that caused me some concern. My receptionist also says that she has made numerous attempts to reach you and hasn’t been able to. If you’d no longer like to receive treatment, please inform us. I’m not going to fine you. But I do believe you should continue treatment for your own best interest. You can contact me at the usual number. Take care of yourself, Peter.”

Kyle thinned his lips and huffed out through his nose.

“You said you’d keep going—“he whispered. “You promised Mom, asshole.”

‘Message: Seven’

Kyle shook his head, and he pressed ‘stop’. The machine barely had the time to let out the first syllable from a female voice before falling silent.

“No! God dammit!” A man’s voice hollered from below his feet, and Kyle sucked in a breath.

“Dad?” Kyle called.

No answer. But Kyle knew he’d heard his father. He was in the basement. A slow smile crept across his face.

“I heard you!” he shouted with laughter in his voice. He stepped around the counter and made his way back down the hall. He skidded to a stop in from of the basement door and looked down at the steep, wooden stairs, lined with tools and stockpiled laundry detergent that turned and disappeared around a corner into darkness.

“Uh… Dad?”

Clang. Clang. Clang. The furnace’s banging and sputtering was the only answer he received.

“Dad! Are you mad I’m here? I just wanted to see you. You said you wanted to see me, right? On the phone?”

Clang. Clang. Clang.

“I’ll tell Mom it was all my idea.” Kyle leaned in the doorway, peering down into the darkness. He reached overhead and yanked the cord for the light bulb overhead. It flashed and died instantly. Kyle grunted and grabbed hold of the door frame again. He sucked in his gut and hollered.

“Dad! Don’t ignore me! Or I’ll just go and— then you won’t see me at all, Dad!”

A long silence, more clanging, and then finally— a voice.

“Kyle?”

Kyle beamed, and he took a couple hasty steps down.

“The one and only!” he called. “Well, not only. There’s about ten Kyles in the community, but—“

“Where are you?”

Kyle tilted his head. “On… the stairs? The light bulb’s busted. Want me to grab a new one?”

“Come here.”

Uh oh. He was definitely angry. Oh well. His father was rarely angry at him, and when he was, it lasted mere seconds.

“Alright. I’m comin’.”

As he descended the stairs, the rattling and clanging grew louder and louder, until he had to hold his hands over his ears.

When he reached the basement, and stepped down onto the cold concrete, he was happy to see that it was at least dimly lit by a few more light bulbs overhead, yellowing and aged as they were.

He was happiest, however, to see the back of the man standing by the furnace. He was scrawnier than before, and his hair was disheveled and growing over his ears. But it was his father. He almost called out to him, but his attention was grabbed by another loud pop, like a gunshot, coming from the furnace. He examined it further and his mouth dropped open to see the machine had been half disassembled. Pipes and nails strewn around it as it hissed out steam and strained trying to do its purpose. A monkey wrench hung limply in his father’s hand.

“That’s not—even the right tool. Dad, what are you doing?” Kyle took a few steps forward, hands still over his ears.

His father’s head perked, and Kyle watched with squinted eyes as Peter glanced over his shoulder, and then slowly turned, placing upon him two murky, yellow eyes.

For a moment, it felt as though Kyle’s brain was malfunctioning. It refused to turn what he was seeing into a coherent thought. Even as his father stared back at him with those telltale eyes, shirt stained with rot, and skin etched with fat, black veins, his mind would not put the pieces together.

“Dad?” Kyle breathed. It was more like a squeak.

“K-kkk-k!” Peter choked, dropping the wrench to the floor with a bang that was drowned out by the sound of the furnace. A splatter of ink gushed past his lips and onto the concrete below, creating a puddle that he then stepped into as he began to stagger towards Kyle.

Move! He screamed to his own legs. Move! But the best they could do was carry him a couple of staggering steps back. It didn’t stop his father from closing the distance between them, so as his father’s cold hand clamped down on his upper arm, Kyle could only scream.

He screamed as hard as he could, until Peter pressed a clammy, rot-slick hand to his mouth. He continued to scream against Peter’s palm, and struggle weakly against his grip, until he ran out of breath and had to reduce to a muffled groan. The smell of decay burned in his nose and sent bile to the back of his throat.

“Shhh,” Peter hushed, a few flecks of rot spraying from his gritted teeth. Kyle shuddered and struggled to draw in breaths despite the paralyzing fear in his chest. Peter dipped down until his face was inches away from Kyle’s, those sickening eyes examining his face up close.

Kyle squeaked into Peter’s palm, and he tried to jerk away, but his father held him there with a vice-grip on his arm.

“Kyle,” Peter croaked, slowly dropping his hand from Kyle’s mouth. Kyle opened his mouth and tried to scream again, but all that came out was a squeaking hiss. “You f-found me.”

So instead, he sobbed. He bared his teeth and squinted his eyes, trying to hold it back, but still he sobbed.

“Kyle,” Peter repeated, tilting his head and looking him over in confusion. “Shh.”

He pulled Kyle closer by the arm and brushed a hand over his hair. Kyle winced and sniveled.

“Shh,” Peter soothed in a rasping voice. “It’s—alright… I’m here.”

“P-Please— Don’t hurt… me.” Kyle didn’t urge those words to come. They just crept out past his trembling lips.

Peter’s brows dropped and he stared back in silence for a while before he stood, joints crackling, and he began to lead Kyle back towards the furnace by the arm.

“Wha- What?” Kyle sputtered, digging his heels into the floor, but his socks provided no grip.

“No!” he screamed, pulling back. Peter dug his grip in harder, crushing his thumb into Kyle’s arm. “No! No!”

“Kyle. I have to work,” Peter grunted. “I have to—watch you.”

“Let go!” Kyle screamed. “Let go, you’re hurting me! Dad!” His knee buckled underneath him, and he twisted and strained and squirmed to no avail. Still Peter yanked him one step at a time towards the spitting heat of the furnace.

“Stop!” Peter barked.

Kyle screamed louder, his throat burned, but not nearly as much as his arm, which had started to go numb.

“Stop!” Peter shouted a second time, halting and giving Kyle a firm shake.

“Let go!” Kyle howled again, yanking all of his weight back.

At first, Kyle didn’t realize when he’d been struck. He just felt his head fly back, felt his neck crack and saw the room spin. It wasn’t until he was hanging limply by the arm, and a throbbing, stinging pain spread all throughout the left half of his face, that he realized his father had punched him.

“What is your problem!?” Peter screamed by his head, adding a sting in the ear to his list of things that hurt. This, his voice dropped. “Just like your mother; you know that?”

Kyle could only spit out nonsense syllables.

“Come,” his father demanded. This time, Kyle had no choice but to go along. He let Peter drag him across the floor, away from the furnace this time, and lift him into the air with both arms before dropping him down on something hard. Kyle rolled his head down and saw that he had been seated on an old crate.

“Stay here,” Peter ordered. Kyle sat silently, but it didn’t seem like Peter wanted a real answer. He immediately turned and shuffled back to the furnace. Kyle strained his vision trying to see only one of him, but a blurry double sat unmoving on the right side.

Kyle curled in on himself atop the crate, cradling his aching cheek tenderly in his palm and trying to take some of the weight off of his stinging neck. His skin was hot and swollen against his hands, which he noisily wept into.

“I need to fix this damn thing,” Peter grumbled, picking the wrench back up off the ground. “Broken.”

He swung the wrench up over his head and it came clanging down against the side of the furnace. Kyle flinched at the sound and sobbed out loud.

Peter froze, and then he slowly spun around again. Kyle yelped and shrunk in on himself further, trying to be small.

“Don’t cry,” Peter demanded more than eased.

Kyle shuttered, and tried to blink away some of the blurriness.

“Please,” he begged. “Please let me go.”

Peter took a hard step forward. “You want to leave me?!” he shouted, dead magic hissing on the surface of his skin.

“No!” Kyle screamed, pushing himself back against the wall. “No! No! Please don’t!”

“You can’t leave me!” Peter continued approaching. “I can’t lose you too!”

“I won’t!” Kyle sobbed. “I won’t! I won’t! I promise!”

Peter stopped moving, and he stood a couple feet away from Kyle, chest heaving with wetted breaths, hissing magic calming to gentle whisps around his fingertips.

“My boy,” Peter mumbled, a second dribble of rot falling from his bottom lip.

Kyle held his breath and waited. But soon enough, Peter turned back around and returned to the furnace.

Peter hammered against the metal for a while longer, occasionally pulling a broken piece away and throwing it to the floor. Kyle sat in silence, save for his shaky breathing, which he couldn’t control if he tried. His eyes stayed glued to his father, only taking a break to glance at the storm cellar door. Safety could be just outside those doors. But he couldn’t be brave enough. He couldn’t even bring himself to unwrap his body from the fetal position as he sat atop the crate, listening to his witched father spit out cuss words as he tried to fix a machine he was actively destroying.

“I want my mom,” he whispered helplessly to himself as he tried to replay the message she’d left on the answering machine in his head. Was that the last time he’d ever hear her voice? The idea made him whine out into his arms. “I want my mom!”

He imagined his mother at work, panicked, calling everyone in the town. He should have just gotten off the bus and gone straight to Ines’ house, like he was supposed to.

“God dammit!” Peter hollered as he pulled away another pipe and tossed it to the ground. The clanging sound abruptly ceased, but the sputtering noise remained.

Kyle’s eyes popped back up to the storm-cellar door. He mentally wished for the power of teleportation. But his only chance to get out, to live, to see his mother again, would be to run.

He clenched his eyes shut. Well, the one that wasn’t already swelling shut on its own. He silently willed himself to be brave. As brave as he could be. Then he spoke:

“Dad..?”

Peter banged the wrench against a pipe.

“Dad!” Kyle cleared his throat of tears and saliva. “Dad! Can I help?”

Peter still didn’t answer. Kyle swallowed hard, let out another shuttering sob, and he lowered his feet onto the floor, forcing his unsteady hands out in front of himself.

“C’mon,” he whispered to himself. “You can do it.”

Gradually, he pushed physical magic along his arms. It crackled underneath his fingernails and put a ruby glow in his veins. But his hands still shook, and he couldn’t aim, no matter how he tensed his muscles, or how firmly he planted his feet on the ground. So he gave up on that plan, and instead just turned and ran.

Peter let out an infuriated roar, and Kyle felt adrenaline shoot through his legs as he bolted for the cellar door. It was so close, yet it seemed to be moving further away from him. Still, he ran as fast as he could, feet slipping over the cold flooring.

He’d almost made it, almost brushed against the bottom step, when the sound of energy crackled in the air and something sharp struck his spine. Dead magic tore through his body like an electric shock and sent him crashing to the ground, landing on his one uninjured arm.

“No!” he screamed breathlessly as Peter’s hand dug into his shoulder and roughly tossed him over onto his back, slamming him back down against the floor and knocking what little breath he had left out of him.

“Please!” he pleaded. “I’m sorry! Please! Don’t hurt me!”

Peter brought his hand down to Kyle’s leg, and he clamped down on his calf with full strength. Kyle squawked out and tried to jerk away, but he was in another vice-grip.

His father’s face was inhumanly bestial. He snarled with grey teeth and his eyes were intense with anger, the black veins in them pulsating as he slowly lifted the wrench up in his free hand.

“No!” Kyle squealed. “Please! I don’t wanna die, Dad! Please! Please, I’m scared! Stop!”

Peter looked him dead in the eye, nostrils flaring and chest heaving.

“You’ll never leave me again!” he growled-- and brought the wrench down hard on Kyle’s ankle.

This pain didn’t lie, or wait to arrive like the blow to the face. This pain was sudden, and unlike anything he’d ever thought possible. It ripped a scream from his breathless lungs. It twisted his spine and threw him back, convulsing against the floor. It erased all the pleading he had yet to speak from his memory. It even took the fear of dying away. For a while, it was just white noise and the unimaginable pain.

When the searing agony eventually dulled to an unbearable ache, clarity slowly began to return to Kyle’s mind. He choked on tears and opened his eyes to find himself face-to-face with Peter once again, still wearing that murderous expression. The wrench clattered to the floor, and Peter grabbed hold of Kyle by the neck, not squeezing, but still far too rough. Kyle was helpless, unable to beg anymore. Only able to sob and whimper as he was lifted painfully into the air, balancing on the toes of his one uninjured foot. The other foot hung uselessly, feeling like glass shards piercing up into his leg. He grabbed hold of his father’s wrist, trying with that little strength he could muster to relieve some of the strain on his neck and shoulders, but he couldn’t struggle. Not only did he lack the energy, but each movement beckoned that searing pain back up his leg and into his whole body.

He couldn’t breathe. But couldn’t do anything about it but cry pathetically as he watched his father watching him, eyes still wild, teeth still bared.

“Da-Dad…” he choked out. His last feeble attempt at survival.

Peter stiffened, his grip tightening and then loosening, and then tightening again. The anger melted from his facial expression and was replaced with a pained grimace.

“Kyle,” he croaked, stumbling to the side with Kyle dangling limply from his grasp. Rot bubbled at the corners of his mouth, the words he spoke gurgling out. His free hand rose and clumsily brushed down Kyle’s injured cheek.

“You’ll be— alright…”

With those final words, Kyle was flung through the storm cellar doors. He crashed through the wood and directly into something solid on the other side. Another sharp pain ripped through his arm and a second pounded into his skull, both mixing in with the fire in his leg. But it only lasted a moment before darkness swallowed up his consciousness.

#Writing snippet (PM)#Kyle Hausman #Peter Hausman

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❀ ｓｅｌｆｐａｒａ ❀ ❀ ｇｒａｐｈ - 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 (january 2018) wrd count; ~1,686

“it’s a shame that there’s snow today,” taeyang observes, tightening his grip on the ceramic bowls left behind by a certain foursome from an early lunch. after they clatter to the sink from his disposal, he gathers another set of dishes, four mugs, some filled with now cold green tea and others coffee, cradling them in one arm and turning the dial of his old-fashioned radio to ‘off’ with his free hand. he has no time to be distracted by the slowly gathering powdered snow outside, as nice as he might have found it a month ago. it reminded him of the catholic christmases spent back home, cutting daikon radishes and soaking rice for a tableside dinner while jesus’ manger rocked close to the brick fireplace in the family sitting room. the squeal was a comfort against the scary wind blowing outside warping the windows in on themselves. the little wooden manger was a project of his father’s and taeyang didn’t care much for the meaning of it as a kid once it was finished as much as he cared about the mesmerizing rocking it gave from side to side.

‘it’d make a nice folksy piece in the living room now,’ he realizes after finishing the risky journey to the kitchen and planting himself in the center of the living room to assess the rest of the mess left around. other than the smell of stale coffee and expensive cologne, the flat is back to the normalcy of usual, and misha and cain, dogs more lax than their sentimental owner, burrow themselves under the large piano reflected in the walls of glass windows of the room. it’s a pinterest worthy sight, especially with the tall order of bamboo plants winding up the sides of the scene and meeting ferns hanging from the walls. beneath the feet of the piano, a large rug, nordic print and low-cut unlike the large white shag one in taeyang’s bedroom, catches the water that overflows from them from time and makes a good ground for the ladder taeyang stands to reach the hung arrangements. that, and the struggle of feeding the koi fish in the large tank opposite the windows and past the kitten gray-colored couch that taesung and haejun crammed themselves onto not too long ago, were just a few of the banes of taeyang’s height.

“they cleaned me out, guys,” taeyang sighs to his pups, crouching by the piano and petting them through oversized sleeves after hiking up his glasses. “it’s high time i fill these cabinets anyways. you guys need more food, hungry fiends,” he continues, nodding to himself as if their watery eyes and eager ears are an answer to his musing. if anything it warrants a good scratching behind the ears for each of them and shrugs himself into a dark sweater and black mask to boot, diving down to the parking garage to walk to the overpriced market closer to the heart of gangnam than his enclosed housing complex.

a bundle of carnation colored envelopes sit on the gray stained wood coffee table once holding the boys’ mugs from earlier, abandoned by taeyang for the last five days; they eye his boots as they clip the door upon leaving and the open door resolves with a bark from the dogs.

the convenience store is near empty this time of the evening, not that the high prices draw in many people besides someone like taeyang anyways. people want to buy bulk beef at low prices and don’t care how much tug it gives. a decade ago he might’ve agreed, before his tastes got expensive. even then, the rich and bored folk living in the penthouses just feet away from the market go cheap with their meat or settle for noodles. taeyang’s never liked a person who couldn’t cook for himself, whether they ate with a silver spoon or not.

he supposes him and his little plastic basket full of black truffle and white bok choy are inseparable that way.

taeyang doesn’t pick up too much, just a parcel of fish, bones in for soup, more vegetables, ingredients for dog snacks, and a great deal of candies and cakes that wait for the cartons of milk he’s eying up in the dairy aisles. his lips turn in on themselves in conclusively and he pulls his mask down, no fan or dust threat here, to take a deep breath of the cold air. ‘is bagged milk better?’ he’s asking himself as he gathers a carton of milk, two actually, one strawberry, and nestles it in between his matcha custard snack cakes and boxes of water before paying.

his black card doesn’t see the light as much as it used to. cash is more humbling and reminds him more of a simpler time than those of the rolex in his jewelry box back home unworn for a year. he’s thought about pawning it a few times, but knows it would draw attention of anyone was more meddlesome than they needed to be. something about the idea of the ghost of the media, decipher’s taeyang, going broke and losing control over his life would be a good ten pager for bc-anti netizens to gnaw at on exclusive, he’s sure of it. so his greens and sweets get paid for in won bills and he’s on his walk back home, mask replaced.

there’s nothing more refreshing to him than being able to stroll down the street, unwatched and unfilmed, and for once a slice of normalcy presides over his life.

after the groceries are packed away and the puppies are fed, taeyang finally puts his feet up. for the majority of his worries to center around entertaining his brothers and taking care of pets is a softening fact, like the bulbs of his tulips he notices opening prematurely, and he can’t help but crack a smile at the blank television staring at him. he’d comment about the size of the thing feeling imposing if the sudden appearance of the letters in the corner of his eye, once in his blind spot, didn’t knot a cherry stem in the pit of his stomach.

‘taeyang,’ his name hangs on the envelope like the planters from his ceilings, ink shaky and ‘g’ dangling on the head of the envelope from a frail writing hand. there’s a dove drawn on the side of the parchment and a decalcomanie-fashioned family seal presses itself in the upper corner. he knows where it’s from at first sight, and perhaps he knew earlier when tossing the mail to its deathbed in the first place.

either way, he’s calm enough by the time he grabs the letter up now and breaks the seal, rolling his thumb over the stationary. the texture is like old litmus paper and feelings soft under his thumb, and the heady scent of ink and leaflets is a familiar essence that makes his stomach hurt.

“my mochi,” taeyang sighs aloud with his mother’s tone in mind.

“you’ve grown so big.” (he appreciates the lie. it’s always been her favorite.) i headed to seoul recently, since your father refuses to deal with the city. i thought to buy my first phone in years, but i think our little landline at home is enough. i know you won’t answer my calls anymore, and that’s okay, but seeing your face all over the city made my heart soar. it’s perhaps why i almost bought the phone. i want to hear your music, i want to see you, i want to know how your career’s going. do you still model? how are your group members? are you all eating well? i bet they’ve grown too since the last time you’ve mailed us photos of you all. they’re not as old as they think they are. your father is the one getting old, i think. he’s complaining about his back and gray hairs that suddenly bother him. i want to tell him that they’ve always been there. well. please write me back. button and mang miss you very much. (his former horses) did you know mang gave birth? you can call the landline xx-xxxx if you’d like to know more. stay healthy and eat well, my big strong ricecake. mom.”

misha and cain are nuzzling their heads in taeyang’s lap by the time he finishes the letters. he hasn’t talked to his mother in years, and smoothing his thumbs over the photos of the new foal of his old horse bloats his stomach further, a cinnamon feeling like tears burning in his eyes. the photo is more painful than the guilty of a rolex or a black card, and the empty mugs sitting on the drying rack in the kitchen are a painful reminder of how lonely he is. his parents refuse to move to the city, no matter how much money he sends back to them. his mother didn’t even let him know she was in the city. the hours long distance between the farm and seoul is worth the re-opening of decade deep wounds, worth any scheduling inconvenience in the world. how he’d long to have his mom count his freckles, to meet his dogs and comment about how much he hasn’t changed after all. how much he’d long to show her off to his brothers and watch them blanch away from her kisses.

the limelight and the distance have burned him and the high of his career, once built higher than his nineteenth floor residency, sinks the letter to the floor in ashes. his hands don’t bother to shift through them and the cinnamon in his eyes turns quickly to hot and salty tears that stop short of his chin and make him look like nothing more than a child. he hiccups loudly in the lonesome house, uncaring of his masculinity being compromised, or the loudness of his sobs over his ringing phone. he’s always been emotional and once his faucet is turned on, he doesn’t stop.

on the couch, he falls asleep rocking himself back and forth like jesus’ manger in his old home, calling out to mary and joseph and the crystal snow.

he knew he shouldn’t have opened that letter. |

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Two Contemporary Renovations

One comment I get over and over again is:

Why don’t you show more reasonably priced houses?

And, I understand that comment.

Interior Design to me is: Dreaming. Wishing. Inspiration.

When I show an interior that is over-the-top or has an out-of-this world budget, it’s not that I mean to imply this is what I can afford (it’s not!) or what I think your house should look like. It’s just that people with big budgets can afford to hire talented interior designers and the effect is (sometimes) visually stunning. And often, it’s those big budget houses that allow us to dream, wish, and get inspiration from.

Still – I personally appreciate a great design with a smaller budget. I also love smaller homes. I love to see a tract home turned into something unique which is probably why I faithfully watch Fixer-Upper each season and why Lauren Liess’ new HGTV show will be so popular!

And…that’s why when I found these two houses shown here today, I thought you would enjoy seeing them too.

Unique? Yes.

Good design? Yes.

Affordable? Well, kind of.�� Location adds to the cost and has nothing to do with quality.

What also caught my attention is that both houses are contemporary.

The tide has turned (unfortunately!) and contemporary is back in fashion – big time. Driving this trend are the younger Millenniums and Generation Xers. These younger sets don’t want French design or English Country Manor (also unfortunately.) Instead, they want modern, slick, colorful and and lots of pattern.

And when I saw these two houses, below, they ticked all those boxes.

BEFORE: The first house in Houston that caught my eye was this Mid Century Modern house – which was in dire need of a renovation. What’s really nice about this particular house is it is a single story – and for families with young children, it’s great to have the babies close by. Also, single story houses are especially appealing to empty nesters who no longer want to climb a lot of stairs. This house has a front courtyard with no front windows, which makes it seem rather forbidding and uninviting. And it looks, very tired and worn.

The house was built in 1960 and is 2600+ sq. feet. It recently sold after it was listed for only two months!

And here is the house today! What a nice change!!! Look how much more friendly and inviting the house seems now with the new front window installed in the dining room. And notice how the double front door with glass planes lets even more light into the house. Instead of a solid brick wall – there is now a slatted wooden fence that adds to the openness. A fresh coat of light gray paint, new landscaping, and a cleaned up sidewalk creates a much improved curb appeal.

Impact Design Group.

BEFORE: Another view shows the front wall hidden behind an overgrown accent tree.

I think these were the original owners – it’s hard to maintain a house over such a long time. Notice how the brick needs cleaning, but who does that, especially if you are elderly? Sometimes it just takes a young couple to shake things up – like paint the brick, or have it power washed.

The large ornamental tree in front of the house was removed – letting in more light inside and opening up the house to guests. This closer view shows the slatted fence and the refreshed courtyard with new modern lanterns.

Who wouldn’t want to move into this house now??? I would! It’s so inviting and the Mid Century Modern is a nice change from the Georgian and Colonials which are the most popular architectural style in Houston.

The courtyard shows off the modern fountain. Now (pregnant pause) I think I would not have chosen a modern fountain, myself. I would have picked out a more classic styled fountain. You don’t have to overdo the Mid-Century look, you can mix elements which makes it more interesting. Or, maybe it’s just this particular fountain that I don’t care for?

What I do love is all the new windows that were installed in place of the original ones, which while functional, were undoubtedly, dated. The black trim is a nice accent. The trend today is metal doors and windows, but those are so expensive – no one on a budget can afford them; these, less costly, windows are a nice alternative. And I love the new door with the panes. This is a focal point inside the house - so many rooms look out to the courtyard. Love!

The lot is extra large and a pool would be a great addition later. But for now – notice there is another courtyard which the house wraps around. Inside, the former breakfast room has now become the utility room – and that window in the breakfast room was removed, seen on the left side here.

New doors and new siding, along with gray paint and darker gray paint on the doors – all which update the back yard. There is also a new roof which makes the house look almost newly built. The small accent tree was removed.

Notice the breakfast room window which was removed.

There’s a new terrace or a newly resurfaced terrace and whomever styled this house did a great job! New lanterns were also added here.

Another view shows how large the lot this. The house could easily be added onto at a later date. Inside these doors is the master bedroom.

BEFORE: The front doors lead to a hall that runs left to right. And down this step is the carpeted great room. Paneled and beamed with 60s styled prefab wood, there is a nice brick fireplace. The wall on the left that separates the great room from the kitchen has been removed. The dining room is off to the left of the front door, it faces the street.

Today: The dining room is off to the side of the front door and overlooks the street and the courtyard. The step down has been removed – all rooms are now level. There is new gray hardwood floors throughout the house, which is beautiful. This floor is so trendy, but I absolutely love it.

NOTE: Be careful when buying the new wood floors. Some of the choices have fake wood patterns and it looks awful!!!

From the kitchen – here is view of the great room. The shelves were removed which is a new edit and it opens up the room. The paneling and beams were also removed. All new French doors open the room to the back yard. The fireplace was painted with a smear technique and a new rustic mantel was added. I like that they mixed the elements and not everything is Mid Century Modern.

Myself? I would have installed a large lantern or iron chandelier here instead of a fan. But this is Houston and it gets really hot here. And obviously, the builder is a man.

A close up of the refreshed mantel. I use those kinds of urns a lot in decorating. They are not expensive and they are a nice accessory – plus they are large and give a lot of look for the money.

Before: The kitchen with the dining room to the right. The breakfast room is to the left, but it was turned into a laundry room. The kitchen was opened to the Great Room by removing the wall between the two rooms.

Before: The breakfast room with the large windows that looked over the backyard. These windows were removed when this was turned into the laundry room.

Today: Looking from the Great Room back to the kitchen, now open with the wall removed. The dining room is also now open to the Great Room since its walls were removed. And the opening between the front hall and Great Room was expanded. Today, with no stepdown, the opening is much larger.

The view from the kitchen to the Great Room. Through the door at the right is the laundry room.

I love the subway tile - it is classic and will always look nice. Always. Plus, it won’t date or age as fast as all the trendy tiles people are using today. Those trendy tiles will be so out of style in five years. Be careful!!!! Subway is a safer way to go.

The counters are Quartz and Dolamite – a mixture of two colors. Well, I have to say, I’m still a white marble girl but so many people are using the faux marble and it does look good and is a viable alternative to marble, which needs TLC. Marble has to be resealed every couple of years and the faux marbles don’t.

The layout of the kitchen is very pretty with the stove between the two windows. I would not have put in the upper cabinets at all and I would have run the subway tile to the ceiling which would have been really dramatic and great looking. But this design is still very nice. Certainly not worth changing except, I would change out the pendants, which is a personal choice. Despite my critiques, I do really love this kitchen - well done!

After: The breakfast room is now a large laundry room/mud room.

Before: The dining room. That chair is … 60’s cute! I’ve never seen one like that before. The dining room was very large – and the renovators decided to divide it into two rooms. They removed the side window and added a new window at the front – which opened up the room to more sunlight and created a much more pleasing façade.

AFTER: The newly divided dining room. The front section is now a sitting area which seems like a waste – I do wonder why they didn’t make it a small library, at least? The room can be closed off with barn doors with glass, so no light is blocked out if the doors are closed. I’m really not sure why they chose to divide the room at all. They could have added bookshelves along the back wall and made it all one, nice large dining room/library. I will say this - the barn doors do add a nice architectural element.

A beam was added here where the window was removed. Very nice staging.

The sitting room in the front part of the dining room. This is the newly installed front window – which adds to the curb appeal.

Before: The master bedroom overlooks the back courtyard. Look at that TV cabinet!!! It matches the King Henry XVIII chair. Most interesting.

OK. I ASSUME that is the TV cabinet! Any other ideas?

BEFORE: The master bathroom has yellow foil wallpaper typical of the 60s.

Today: The room was made roomier with the newly raised ceiling. It accounts for an extra foot which adds to the luxe factor. The bathroom door was moved to the center of the wall and a modern barn door was installed.

NOTE: The barn door has taken the place of the old sliding doors. Will this be a trend or is it here to stay? I think it’s here to stay.

Sorry to say – but I really can’t stand that bed – it looks so heavy and SQUARE!!! LOL. But in general, the staging is really nice, and staging is such a necessity.

Looking out towards the back terrace.

One more time. Yes – we’d be proud of that barn door too!

The bathroom was reconfigured and since then, seems much larger. The center vanity was moved to the back wall. The shower stall is classic white tile which won’t age as opposed to the trendy tiles of today, which to me – are so unattractive.

Before: The front bedroom that overlooks the courtyard.

Today – with the new windows, this room is now the study. It’s carpeted, probably to save a little money. But – how much do you really save? Instead of the beautiful wood floors found all over the rest of the house, why have carpet here?

Wall to wall shelving would make this a great library but the new owners could add that later. Boy, I really want them to have a library!!! LOL.

Before: The bath was in the blue and white, which I actually like! The former owners were big Mark Sikes fans.

AFTER: The same layout, but all new cabinetry and notice the concrete tile floors. I do love concrete tile, but in 5 years it will scream 2020!!

Do you think that concrete tile is just another passing trend? Since concrete tile has been used for the past 200 years, I think it’s a safe bet it’s here to stay.

This mid-century modern house was recently sold, but if you want to read more about it – go HERE.

Our second house today is called a tear-down, but the owners chose to renovate it instead. Built in 1940, this house is now a sale pending after being on the market for just a few days. It is located in trendy Garden Oaks – which is one reason why it went to contract so quickly.

The front view of the house – shows that there is a large side yard, which is used instead of a back yard.

The garage is now gone, replaced by the front entry.

The back yard looking towards the street and the side yard.

The house now has 1,540 sq. ft., 3 bedrooms and 2 baths.

AFTER: Quite a difference!!!! Now white, with a new driveway for cars, the side yard is open to the street through a modern, very contemporary fence. The garage is gone and that space was used for the entry. Another huge change is the roof was raised and pitched. Love the front lights.

This is the modern Farmhouse look – a combination of contemporary and charming.

The side of the house is used as the back yard.

Before it was staged – this shows the side yard. The floating deck is placed over the gravel. Cute house across the street.

And another view of the floating deck, now styled.

This view shows the doors open to the living room. The bedrooms are at the back. I think the master bedroom/bathroom was added on to during renovation.

Looking into the house.

The back yard. Since the bedrooms are at the back of the house – the side yard is used instead. Although, the new owners could install a French door instead of a window so that the back yard is open to the bedrooms.

Inside. The new roof is raised and has exposed shiplap. Although the ceiling is new, it looks old and it initially fooled me! It’s just hard to believe this is not original. A loft was added – reached by an iron ladder. The French doors open to the side yard on of both sides of the living room. The kitchen looks out at the front street. The front door is to the left of the ladder.

The view towards the other side – open to the side yard. Notice the exposed duct work which adds to an industrial feel to the house.

The loft. This area is small, but would make a good study or - with shelves along the sides – a library. Hmmm. I want them to have a library too!

Can you tell that I have books all over my house and I’m constantly looking for a solution to that problem????

I love the styling. Great job!!! I do think I would have added two French doors here on this side, not just one.

The view from the kitchen, over the marble counter. Love those glass pendants!

I found this one below that might be the same pendant. Be sure to check dimensions, always.

To see – go HERE

This view shows the French doors out to the side yard.

The kitchen counter has the same shiplap as on the ceiling – which adds a warm texture.

I believe this is Quartzite on the counters. Love the stove – another industrial touch. Wood shelving instead of cabinets. White subway tiles – flanked by two front windows.

The farm sink and contemporary faucet are nice touches – luxe.

Against this wall is the pantry and refrigerator which looks built in because the cabinetry surrounds it. Why everybody doesn’t treat refrigerators this way just astounds me! It looks so much better than….this:

In another house – the cabinetry was built around the refrigerator – BUT it wasn’t built out enough so that the appliance looks huge and out of place!! If done correctly, this wouldn’t be an issue but for some reason, carpenters don’t do this enough, although it is becoming more common. This is something to watch for when renovating your kitchen!!

AND, here is the house without the staging that shows how VITAL staging is when selling or renting a property. Without the staging, I wouldn’t have looked twice at this house. It looks so plain and so uninviting without the staging. But, by spending the money, which is recouped by a quick sale – the house is so much more appealing with the staging!!!

Such a difference!!!

I love this table. They used a console to save space, but I found one that was very similar, and on sale!!

I love this French table HERE. Notice how pretty it looks when you mix antique-look furniture in with contemporary styling? Love the mix.

And here is the view from the outside, the side yard.

The master bedroom. I believe this was added onto the house during the renovation – creating an extra bedroom and bathroom.

The master bath has a shower with two sinks and a window! Love the light.

The second bedroom is in the house’s original footprint. Very cute styling.

And the original bathroom – renovated with subway tiles – shelves were created out of the extra space.

The vanity sink. Cute mosaic tiled floor.

The third bedroom, also in the original footprint. Again, very cute styling!

Both these renovated houses appeal to me and I could see downsizing (although the first house wouldn’t be a downsize!) and moving here. Living in a single story house appeals to me so much at this stage of life. And I like the contemporary styling as done here – very light contemporary!!!

BUT……

I can’t help it, I’m still a Francophile for life.

Now, why can’t I find THIS house for $350,000 somewhere in Houston? I’m not asking for much! Those floors!!! Those chairs!!! Sigh.

Those floors alone probably cost $350,000!!!!!

from COTE DE TEXAS http://cotedetexas.blogspot.com/2017/11/two-contemporary-renovations.html

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