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thebangtancloud · 2 years

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You get into a dangerous situation after a serious argument ~ Kim Seokjin

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: Death?

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"Jin, please," you sighed, suddenly feeling exhausted to the point where your shoulders drooped heavily, leaning forward to rest your hands against the back of the couch. "She just fell asleep, let's drop it." Jin stood across from you, a frown on his face and his chest rising with pent-up anger. "Okay," he decided, his voice much softer now compared to the long stretches of yells he had been at for the past fifteen minutes. "Only if you agree to stop nagging me."

Your eyes fell shut at his words, shaking your head. "I wasn't nagging you, Jin. I only asked you to be careful."

"You-" he stopped momentarily, throwing a glance to his daughter's room before continuing, his finger pointed straight at your face. "You began this argument, you were the one who stepped on the Lego, and you shouldn't take your anger out on me."

"What?" your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Anger?"

He nodded, straightening up and folding his arms across his chest.

"What anger?" you asked lamely, taken aback at yet another word he brought up in the fight.

"First off, it's not my fault that you didn't see the Legos on the floor. You got hurt by it and you're blaming me-"

"Because you forgot to put them back," you intervened, raising an eyebrow at him because you knew you were right.

"Is that why you didn't even give me a second to spare before you came onto me? I understand you're tired, but I'm tired too. It's not a pleasant feeling to have you ask me about something that I can't even remember doing as soon as I step foot into my house, (Y/n)."

Your mouth fell open, blinking rapidly as you took desperate steps towards him to clear a misunderstanding. "I didn't start this because you forgot to put back the Legos, Jin. I simply asked you to remember to put them back the next time you have the boys over, because our daughter isn't old enough to understand what is not meant to be eaten, and you know that. She eats anything and everything she sees, and the last thing we need is for us to rush her to the hospital because she choked on a block of Lego that you left out in the open."

"Are you trying to tell me that I'm not a good father?" he narrowed his eyes at you who was now standing in front of him, your words uttered in hushed whispers in fear of waking her up. You blinked in disbelief, forming a fist to punch at his arm. "That is not what I said."

"Seems like you're trying to point out my mistakes when it comes to our child. Do you need me to remind you that your slate isn't clean either?" He gave you a pointed look.

"What the hell Jin?" you frowned, feeling cornered by his words. "I am not trying to point out your mistakes, neither am I trying to tell you that you're not a good father. You're the best father my baby could have and you know that."

"Then just forget it! Okay, I made a mistake, I forgot to put the Legos back in place because we went back to the kitchen to eat dinner and I went to sleep right after. And were you satisfied with my explanation? Nooo," he stretched out the word, his eyes widening animatedly as he tried to get his point across to you.

"You just have to go on about me being careless and you stepping on it and hurting your leg, and how I didn't clear up the dishes last night, which just so happens to be the only day I left the kitchen in a mess before I went to bed, and you know that."

You rubbed your forehead, a heavy sigh escaping your mouth. "Why are you overreacting?"

"I could ask you the same thing, lady," he smiled at you, but it wasn't genuine. He was taunting you with it and you knew that. "Jin..." you began, but he shook his head.

"You don't get to dump all of this over my head the moment I enter the house after I've worked the whole day. You don't know how irritating that is, and as much as I hate to admit it, you are getting on my nerves." He shook his head, moving forward to walk past you and take a seat on the couch with a loud huff.

"And what do you think I've been doing the whole day? Hatching eggs?"

"(Y/n)," he turned to look at you, but his eyes were closing in frustration. "You should leave this, you're the one who's dragging this on."

Your hands raised to rest against your hip, a firm nod following. "Okay, I am dragging this on. But I need a solution to this. You get worked up when I tell you to do one thing, and I'm supposed to keep my mouth shut every time you throw your shit on me?"

His eyes opened, staring at you in bewilderment, "When do I ever throw my shit on you?"

You laughed, walking towards him and also taking a seat, his body turning to face you. "Why do you question me when there is no water in the fridge? When you're the only one who drinks cold water in this house?"

Jin scoffed, throwing his head back in anger as his jaw clenched, thinking back to the argument you had just yesterday over such a tiny matter. "Why are you bringing this up?"

"Oh- I have more. What about the time I had to take an unplanned leave from work to stay back with our daughter, only because you got so drunk that you literally spent the night at Yoongi's place without telling me anything?"

"(Y/n)," his voice lowered, warning you not to push it any further.

"What? Can't take it when I show you a mirror?" You snapped, shoving a finger in the direction of your daughter's room. "That little girl is only 2, and you expect me to single-handedly take care of her? Is this the whole point of parenthood? Of marriage?"

His eyes flickered to the door that you pointed to, then back to yours, hurt flashing across his expression. "You're talking as if I'm not present."

"That's because you're not, Jin," you sighed, reaching forward to gently take his hand in yours. "She sees lesser of you every day, and it's not easy for me to keep defending you when she asks for her daddy. I can't keep telling her that you love her to no end and that she's the apple of your eye, because you're never around for her to feel that."

"But I do love her," he whispered, his eyes glossing over with tears, "I love her more than anything in this world."

You smiled sadly at him, squeezing his hand, "Then make time for her, I'm not asking you for much, she's your daughter."

"Who do you think I'm working so hard for? It's for her, for you, so that she can be proud to know that if she ever needs something, her daddy can get it for her in the blink of an eye."

"But she needs you, Jin," you pressed, "She's not at the age to want extraordinary things, she just needs her father to be with her, to throw her up into the air, to carry her around the world on your hip, to sing her to sleep. She needs you, and you're not there."

"You're being unfair," he murmured, slipping his hand out of your grasp to run it through his hair. "I am trying my best, but it's not possible for me to be there all the time, given the job that I have. Plus, in a few years, she won't even remember if I was there to put her to sleep or not, she's only a baby."

You looked at him, stunned at his reply. "You don't think your presence or absence plays an important role in these years of her life?"

"She's only a toddler, (Y/n)," he tried to explain, but you held up a hand to stop him.

"Then why did you get so upset when she called out to Namjoon as her daddy? Why? He works the same job as you do, yet his presence is more evident in her life than yours."

You watched as his jaw clenched at the memory, his eyes narrowing as he snapped his head to yours. "Are you so desperate to have the upper hand in this argument that you stoop so low? Did you really have to remind me of something that had hurt me so bad?"

"Jin," you shook your head, but he stood up abruptly, silencing you with a firm hand in front of your face. "Stop."

You stood up too, but you were soon greeted with an accusing finger that was raised to the level of your eyes. "You know what? This is the reason why I stay out later than I should. You, you are the reason. We never had these issues before she was born, but now you're using her as an excuse to blame me for things that you've never had the nerve to confront me about."

Your eyes widened, holding his finger to lower it, "Using her?" you whispered in shock, unable to believe that these words were coming from your own husband.

He nodded, turning away and walking back towards the front door which he walked through just twenty minutes ago. "Whatever shit you're trying to accuse me of, you're to blame too. It's not the easiest thing to be married, to have a child, and sometimes it makes me wonder if I-" Jin stopped himself, his fingers pausing its movements over the back of his shoe that he was trying to pull on, his eyes flitting up to meet yours.

"If you what?" you probed, your heart beginning to race in anticipated pain. "Why did you stop?"

He turned away, slipping on his shoes and reaching for his coat and keys that were dangling next to the door. You walked up to him, grabbing him by his arm as he reached for the handle of the door. "If you what? Finish what you were trying to say," you urged him.

He scoffed, his head falling back in frustration, his patience wearing thin by the second. With a solid glare, he threw his coat over his shoulder, pushing you aside by your shoulder to open the door. "Tell me," you repeated again, "Are you trying to run away from confronting me about something?"

He paused again, only this time to face you completely.

"I wonder if I made a mistake in choosing you as my life partner."

With that, he was out the door, making sure to slam it shut. You stood frozen by the door, your eyes trained on the spot he was standing just a moment ago, the gust of wind from the closing of the door knocking the air out of you. Maybe it would've been better if you had just let him leave without asking him to complete his sentence, then you wouldn't have been so crushed.

Your daze was one of the many reasons why your responses were delayed to the shrill cry that came from the room, your head turning slowly as you tried to blink away the pain. Three hours of endless stories that made no sense, songs with your made-up lyrics about unicorns and turtles that you sang off-tune, patting and cooing her patiently until her eyes drooped, all went down the drain. Now how were you supposed to muster up enough energy to do the same thing again, after being broken by the one man who was your very source of strength?

"Hyung, slow down," Yoongi gripped the bar above his head, eyes panicked and form tensed as he glanced over at Jin. "You're going too fast, we're in a residential complex."

Jin stayed silent, his jaw clenching as he replayed your words over and over again. Even as he slowed his speed, much to Yoongi's relief, Jin felt like he was trapped in a box with no air to breathe. He just couldn't believe that you brought up the one thing that he made you promise never to speak of again, and it drove him way past his limits. Even though his sane mind tried to reason out with him and make him realize that in no way was it right for him to speak to you the way he did, all he could focus on was the sound of his little girl giggling as she stretched out her arms towards Namjoon, addressing him with the one word that was only reserved for him.

That was possibly the worst day of his life, and to be reminded of it was just as painful as experiencing it that day. Even as he let out a breath, even as he stopped the car by the side of the road because he could no longer see it through the tears that were pooling in his eyes, Jin felt so rotten.

Somewhere within him, he wished he hadn't told you what he did, especially before he left the house. There was no doubt that he didn't mean it, choosing you, marrying you, having a daughter with you, had been and will always be the essence of his life. Yet, something made him want to hurt you just as much as you hurt him. And even as Yoongi wordlessly patted Jin's back, he had no idea what to do next. How could he face you? Would it be possible to sit down and talk it out? Would he be able to apologize for what he said and also express that your words had hurt him too?

Maybe he could.

Or maybe not.

Because the moment he saw your name flash across the screen in his car, his blood ran cold. Yoongi sat confused, wondering why Jin wasn't answering, however, all Jin could think of was that you never call him first. Never.

Through all the years he'd been with you, after countless fights and arguments, you had never been the one to initiate a conversation after a fight.

It was something that he took pride in, something that gave him enough time to come up with something incredibly cheesy and lame that made you giggle even though you tried your hardest not to, eventually letting him hold you to him.

But what was this?

Why were you calling him not even an hour after he left?

"Why aren't you answering it?" Yoongi asked, waving a hand in front of Jin who looked like he had just seen a ghost in daylight. "Hyung?"

"Hm?" Jin didn't even understand what Yoongi was speaking, his thumb subconsciously running over the band that sat on his ring finger.

Yoongi frowned, deciding that he had heard enough of the annoying ring of the Bluetooth speakers, reaching forward to answer the call. Jin blinked in panic, his fingers clenching as he tried to quickly come up with an apology, but both the men found themselves frowning at the sound of crackling, leaning forward to hear better.

"-house Jin!" your voice finally rang through the car.

"What?" Jin asked you, yet all he could hear was the sound of things shuffling. "Can you hear me?"

"Jin we-" He held his breath, "-fire!" your voice suddenly boomed through the speakers, the sound of your daughter screaming in the background becoming loud and evident as Jin fumbled to turn off the Bluetooth and hold his phone to his ear. Yoongi got out of the car in an instant, running over to Jin's side, only to push him all the way across onto the passenger seat of the car, taking over the wheel as Jin tried to desperately get a response from you.

"(Y/n)! Can you hear me? Where are you?" he rushed, his legs beginning to tremble in fear when he could no longer hear your voice.

"Go home, right now!" He yelled at Yoongi who was already driving straight to your house, a deep frown on his face as his knee bounced in worry. With one hand, he pulled out his phone to call for help, knowing that Jin wasn't in his senses to think straight.

"Oh God," Jin whispered, looking down at his lock screen to see his two precious girls, grinning at the camera with the giddiest smiles on your faces, his daughter's eyes twinkling with joy as she gripped onto your hair, the two of you looking the happiest you had ever been. Jin's heart burned, looking out the window aimlessly as he clutched his phone to his chest, his fingers shaking with dread.

"Please be safe, I'm coming. I'm coming home."

Jin was so shocked that he actually stopped moving, at all. He somehow managed to get out of the car, but he stayed there, his glassy eyes reflecting the angry yellow flames that had now devoured the entire ground floor of his house. He watched it as if it was a scene from a movie, his feet, and hands cold as ice in comparison to the burning fire that was now making its way up to the top of the house. The top floor of the house.

His daughter's room.

If there was something that could snap him out of the horror-stricken state that he was in, it was the sight of you. Jin visibly shivered when he saw a hand opening the window to his daughter's room, your head popping out with your daughter firmly held to your chest, her wails loud and piercing even through the loud roar of the fire.

People were gathering and there was a fire truck pulling in just as Jin took his first blind step towards you, wishing that his arms that were stretching out would magically reach you and bring you out to safety. Yoongi was now standing right below the window, eyes squinted as angry bursts of smoke hit his face, his arms reaching up just as you were carefully lowering your daughter down with a blanket that was wrapped around her.

"(Y/n)," Jin looked up, his eyes momentarily falling on his daughter who was now almost in Yoongi's arms, looking back up to see your face scrunch up in pain, your arms trembling as you leaned over the window until she was in the safety of Yoongi's arms. Within an instant, both Jin and Yoongi, who now held her to his shoulder and pulled off the blanket, were pulled violently by a few people dressed in orange suits, Jin's arms reaching out only to see you turn back and run into the room.

"Wait wait, what is she doing? (Y/N)!" Jin suddenly yelled, his eyes widening as he finally understood the seriousness of the situation. He struggled to free himself from the man who was holding him back, his words of instruction a simple buzz in the background as all Jin could focus on was that you were not jumping off of the window too. Why did you go back in when the house was literally on fire?

"DADDY!" Jin turned at the sound of a shriek to see his little girl with Yoongi, the side of her face black and visible streaks of tears traveling down her chubby cheeks, one arm outstretched as she called out to him while the other clutched at Yoongi's collar.

"Go, the team will get your wife out," the man who was holding him back encouraged him, Jin looking back to the room as his heart dropped, tears falling from his eyes when he still could not see you. He watched for a moment as a few people rushed in, the hose on the truck now spraying powerful jets of water over the walls and through the windows. Jin cried, his legs wiggling like jelly as he walked back to Yoongi, pulling his daughter into his arms and burying her face into his neck, patting her back to calm her even though loud sobs were racking through his own chest.

Jin dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving the burning house in front of him, a house that the two of you built from scratch, looking frantically between the window and the door, hoping desperately that he would just see you once more to settle the erratic thump of his heart. With each cry that came from his daughter, Jin cried twice as much, his body bending forward as he shielded his little girl from the scene that was unfolding in front of him.

"(Y/n)," Yoongi suddenly whispered, all eyes now following the two firefighters who were walking out with you in their arms, a thick black blanket covering you completely as they wobbled their way past the front door, making their way to safe ground as they placed you down. An ambulance that Jin had no idea was there notified everyone of its arrival, paramedics rushing towards you as the same two firefighters unwrapped the blanket from around you.

"She's got no pulse!" Jin heard someone yell, his grip on his daughter tightening as he watched someone straddle your stomach immediately, performing CPR on you.

"No," he whispered, plopping onto his butt, eyes only focused on you as you lay on the floor, eyes shut lifelessly as your whole body shook violently with each push against your chest. "Mama?" His little girl turned, pointing a finger in your direction as Jin's face grew pale. "Mama!"

"Come back," He mumbled, eyes not leaving you even once as the man who was performing CPR on you switched with someone else, one of the paramedics holding an Ambu bag over your mouth. Jin froze for a moment along with everyone else as they checked for a pulse, a guttural sob escaping his chest as he bent forward, his heart clenching as they began performing CPR again after declaring that you still had no pulse.

"No, God, please..." Jin begged, not even realizing it when Yoongi had pulled your daughter away from him, falling forward and joining his hands. "Please, God! Don't let anything happen, please," Jin cried, his body shaking with fear of not seeing you again, not holding your hand again, not hearing your laugh, or seeing you smile again.

"Please," he croaked, a hand reaching up to bang at his chest as he began coughing. What if you died thinking that he doubts his love for you as a partner? What if he never got to apologize? How would he raise his daughter without you?

How could he ever live without you?

"Please don't leave me."

Part 2

I had actually begun working on the Taehyung Version for this series, but I'm not completely satisfied with how it panned out. So here's Jin's version! Which one has been your favorite so far?

#bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts ff #bts angst #bts kim seokjin #kim seokjin angst #jin angst #jin x reader #seokjin angst #seokjin x reader #dad jin #bts reactions

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amxranthiine · 3 years

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kalon

(n.) the kind of beauty that is more than skin deep.

request: Can I ask for platonic Thranduil with sister in law reader, reader is Legola's aunt and she saved Legolas' mother from dying but ended up paralyzed from waist down, needing to be on a wheelchair (let's pretend they have wheelchairs), and Thranduil is very grateful and helps reader a lot with things?

pronouns: she/her

a/n: like six months late but ITS FINE

warnings: ANGST n fluff. mentions of death and orc attacks. nightmares.

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“Nana? Nana! Wake up, nana, please! You have to wake up!” A little Legolas screams as he watches his mother and aunt’s bodies be carried in by his father’s guard. His mother was pale and lifeless - cold hands and dark eyes, staring back into his own blue orbs as he shook her body. Though, he felt no love from her stare. Nothing about her was the same, her soul had already been lifted from her fragile body.

Next to her lay his aunt, Y/n, his mother’s sister. She was alive but unresponsive, blood was leaving her body faster and faster each second, pooling beneath her like a crimson ball gown. From behind Legolas, his father, Thranduil, was quickly approaching the scene. Loud orders from him to his guards could likely be heard throughout the palace. One would be a fool to miss the fear, desperation and anger laced in his voice.

Y/n stirred from the commotion, her eyes burning and her body flaring in pain as she tried to become responsive once again. She could feel every centimeter of her wound, the sword that stabbed her was likely poisoned - and it embedded it’s way into her spinal cord. She could feel her life force being drained, the light becoming far too close for her liking. Even if she lived, she knew nothing would be the same - with her body and with her family. She had been too late to save her dearest sister, and that thought alone was almost enough to make her give up. However, her little sister left her a nephew and a brother, both of which would need guidance recovering from her sister’s death.

“My King Thranduil -” Started the Captain, though he was soon hushed by the horrified Elf. Thranduil was terribly shaken up, his hair was messy and his robes wrinkled, likely from the speed at which he was running.

Thranduil looked at his beloved Wife and sister in law, and he felt his blood run cold. There was - there was so much blood. His wife was nearly blue and unconscious, was she... No, he wasn’t think like that. He looked over to Y/n, where she was struggling to open her eyes, and groaning from the giant hole in her back. He could feel the tears in his eyes, and he knew deep down that his son no longer had a mother.

Y/n heard her brother in law approaching, and even though she was on the verge of death, she felt as though she had to be the one to break the news. “Thranduil?” She croaked, her throat dry and her lips cracked.

The King rushed to her, grabbing a waterskin in the process and lifting it to her lips. She coughed as she drank down as much as she could. “Y/n...”

She ignored the burning in her eyes and looked up at him, and suddenly, she wanted to cry. She didn’t have that much time left, and she had so much to say. Y/n attempted to take a deep breath, then said her last words.

“I’m so sorry, Thranduil. I - I couldn’t save her - I tried so, so - hard. Please, tell Lego - Legolas we loved him.” She used the last of her energy to say those words, and soon, her eyes slipped shut.

“No! Y/n! You can’t leave me! You can’t leave us! Legolas will need guidance. I will need guidance! Legolas just lost his mother, he can’t lose you too!”

The weight of losing both the love of his life and his sister crashed down on him, and he fell to the ground with a heartbroken scream. A tiny body forced itself into his lap as his son wept along with him, not knowing if he’d ever see his mother or aunt again. Thranduil’s arms wrapped themselves around Legolas as he rocked back and forth on the floor, weeping and crying out to the Valar, cursing them and asking to spare them.

Thranduil gasped for breath as he jumped awake, beads of sweat rolled down his face as he regained consciousness, the nightmare - no - memory he had tried so hard to forget was now engraved into his head once again. He felt the urge to go check on his, now paralyzed, sister in law. Her wounds from that awful day were fatal, but somehow she pushed through the worst of it.

Though, not without consequence. Apparently the blade had all but destroyed her spinal cord, and because of it she was paralyzed from the waist down. The healers told him that it was a miracle she was still alive.

He got out of bed and put on a velvet robe, ignoring the chill in his bones from the cold air. He quietly tiptoed to her room, trying to ignore the feeling of dread, likely the product of his nightmarish memory.

Soon enough, as it was right down the hall, he arrived at his sister's chambers and, as quietly as he could, opened the door. His heart dropped when he saw that she wasn't there, and her wheelchair was nowhere to be found.

Thranduil panicked, his mind buzzing for any clue as to where she could be. The kitchens? No, she has trouble reaching the cabinets, and the accident made it even harder for her to see. Legolas' chambers? Hard no. She could be quite clumsy and can't be quiet to save her life. Literally.

He was starting to panic. What if she was kidnapped? His dearest sister in law, kidnapped by the very creatures who paralyzed her in the first place? It seemed realistic. At least, it did to Thranduil - who was losing his mind from worry. Though the only way they could get into the palace was through the-

Of course! The Royal Gardens!

In his state of worry, Thranduil had conpletely forgotten that Y/n liked to go to the gardens when she was having a hard time, because it was one of the only places that reminded her of her sister, the place where they had the most memories.

He took off towards the Gardens, not really caring about it being in the middle of the night as Elves were light on their feet anyway. In moments he was standing before her, nodding at the guards who took place at the Garden entrance.

Y/n was laying on the grass, her wheelchair was forgotten next to her, and she was playing with an orchid she had plucked, twirling it between her fingers carefully. Thranduil's heart throbbed as he realized that orchids were his wife's favorite flower, and that Y/n was missing her as much as he did. If not more, the sisterly bond between them was something he had never seen before.

He cleared his throat, alerting the woman if his presence. Her head turned slightly to the left as a way to acknowledge him.

"You scared me, Y/n. I couldn't find you, so I assumed the worst." He muttered quietly and sat down next to her.

She chuckled, "You've known me for how long and you still don't know that I tend to... gravitate here?"

The King sighed, he had always known that she used jokes as a coping mechanism, a way to escape her reality. "Yes, yes, I know. I just... I was worried," He frowned, taking the delicate flower from between her fingers. She paused, and he could practically see the gears grinding in her head out of his peripheral vision.

"You're having nightmares again, aren't you?" She asked, and he could feel her eyes burn into his head.

"They aren't just nightmares, Y/n," He twirled the flower absentmindedly, "they're memories."

This time, it was her who sighed, "Of that day?" She questioned, already knowing the answer, but his nod only confirmed it.

"I miss her," Y/n said, looking up at the night sky. Thranduil went to say something, but she held one finger up. "Let me finish. Sometimes I wish it were me who died, instead of her. She had you and Legolas to come home to, and I didn't really have anyone. Yes, I had family here, you and my nephew for example, but my sister was your wife and his mother, and the queen for crying out loud. Why am I saying this? I honestly have no clue. I suppose my point is... After the accident, I was overwhelmed in guilt and sadness. I didn't really focus on the fact that I was alive because of you. You and Legolas have taken care of me since day one and I can't remember if I've thanked you for that. So... Thank you. For helping heal my mind, and my body, even if their isn't much left of it. I am eternally grateful for you, brother."

Thranduil stared at her, and Y/n sniffled. At some point along the way she had started crying, and he felt like he was going to as well. He pulled his sister into his arms and held her tight as she cried, holding onto one of the last pieces of family he had left with an iron grip.

"You do not have to thank me, sister. You are family and you will be treated as such, even during hardships such as that one. If anything, I should thank you for being there for both Legolas and I while we were grieving, even if you weren't in the best state yourself."

Y/n giggled, much to Thranduil's delight. The sound had pulled a small smile onto his face and they both relished in the quiet for a moment.

Finally, Y/n pulled away, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her robe. "Alright, my King, help me up."

Thranduil laughed, a very merry sound, and helped her into her wheelchair. "As you wish, my Lady."

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falcqns · 3 years

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partner in crime lV

pairing: August Walker x Reader, August Walker x OFC (Maeve)

summary: August attempts a mission and looks for a nanny.

warnings: ANGST, mentions of graphic death, fluff, mentions of character death, mention of harm inflicted upon an infant. 18+ ONLY.

a/n: This one got a little dark, sorry! Hope you enjoy! also if I missed ANYTHING in the warnings, PLEASE LET ME KNOW! I have mom brain so it wouldn't surprise me if I forgot something!

August hung up the phone with a sigh.

Sloane needed him for a mission.

It wasn’t a high risk mission or anything, Sloane had taken him off of those when he’d informed her he’d be taking Maeve in, but August was still nervous. He didn’t really have friends, and the friends he did have were coming on the mission with him. He had no contact with his mother, his father was dead, and he had no siblings.

He had no one to watch Maeve. He sighed, and flopped his body down on the bed, being careful to avoid the sleeping baby just inches from him. He didn’t know what to do. Sloane said she’d watch her, but she was needed at the Capitol, so his only option was his mother.

He still had her phone number, and she still had his, but he was still nervous. He found her number in his contacts, not under any name, just a number, but he knew it was hers. He took a deep breath, and hit ‘call’.

She answered after the fourth ring. “August?” She said, in a rather monotone voice.

“Hello mom.” He said hesitantly. He heard a slight laugh on the other side of the phone.

“I’m guessing you need something. You never call me.” She said, and August swallowed the lump in his throat, sparing a glance at Maeve.

“Yeah, I do. I um-” He took a deep breath to try and stop the shakiness in his voice. “I have a daughter.” He said simply, and when there was no response, he continued. “I-I only found out about her 2 weeks ago. Her mother died, and I’m all she has left. But, I have to go on a mission, and I don’t have anyone else to watch her. I was wondering if you could.”

“Of course I can.”

August let out a huge sigh of relief. “Thank you. I know you and I aren’t on the best of terms, but I have to leave tomorrow night and I haven’t found a nanny yet.” He said.

His mother laughed breathily. “August, I know I wasn’t the best mother to you, and I apologize for that. It’s one of the biggest regrets of my life, pushing you away. If I can make it better, then I want to. And she’s my granddaughter. It’s my job to be there and help you.” She said, and August felt a tear drip down his face.

“Thank you, mom.” He said, a smile breaking onto his lips.

“You’re so welcome Auggie.” His mother said warmly and full of love, a tone and nickname he hadn’t heard since his father was still alive.

August took a shaky breath. He was fully packed for the mission, and his mother was almost there. He knew Maeve would be perfectly fine without him for a day or two, but he didn’t know if he would be. What if she had a trauma meltdown while he was gone, and his mom didn’t know how to handle it? What if something happened to her, and he couldn’t get there quick enough? He’d never be able to live with himself if something terrible happened to her. Despite going into this agreement of taking in Maeve with pity for her situation rather than love for her, she had a hold on his heart, and their bond was the strongest one August had ever had.

To be honest? Maeve had become his reason for getting up in the morning. It used to be his job, but when Anais walked through his door with Maeve in her arms, that little girl became his reason to live. Finding out who hurt Maeve’s mom was a top priority. He couldn’t let his little girl down.

Although he hated to think about it, or admit it, he knew that one day, Maeve would ask what happened to her mother. She’d probably ask him her first day of school.

He could just imagine her on a crisp September morning, a little dress on her body, running shoes on her feet, and her curly hair in two little braids. A backpack practically the size of her on her back, and her eyes full of excitement. He could see her bounding up to him in the school yard after her first day, and the first sentence out of her mouth.

‘Daddy, why don’t I have a mommy like everyone else in my class?’

His breath caught in his throat merely at the imagery. What would he tell her? He wasn’t religious, so telling her that her ‘mommy is up in heaven’ would mess with both of their minds, and his moral compass. How do you explain to a child, any child, that their mother is dead, and you didn’t know why?

A knock at the door pulled him from his reverie, followed by a squeal from Maeve who was playing at his feet. He stood up, and pulled her up to sit on his hip. He took a deep breath, and the father daughter duo made their way to the door to greet his mother.

He opened the door, and there stood his mom. She still looked the same, with a few more wrinkles, and a few more grey hairs. The only thing that was different was the warm smile sitting on her lips.

“Hi Auggie.” She said tentatively, and August smiled back. “Hi mom. Come on in.” He said, and she followed him inside the apartment. She looked around in an amazement at his rather large apartment.

“Your place is beautiful, honey.” She said, and August smiled again.

“Thank you. We recently moved because she needed her own room and playroom and my one bedroom bachelor pad wasn’t cutting it.” he explained, and him and his mom shared a laugh, the first one in many years.

He showed her around the living room, kitchen, his bedroom, her bedroom, the bathrooms, the office, and the both balconies. He dropped Maeve off in her playroom, and August and her mom made their way back to the kitchen.

“So, you might have noticed she doesn’t have a crib.” August said, and his mother nodded.

“Yes I did. Is there a reason she doesn’t have one?” His mother asked.

August took a deep breath and began to explain. “I mentioned that her mother had died, but I didn’t mention how. Her mothers name was Adriana. We were never in a relationship, I barely knew her. We had one night together, and I never saw her again. But, a little over 3 weeks ago, I got a call from a lady named Anais Torres from Child Protective Services and she told me about Maeve. Adriana was killed. In front of Maeve. I won’t go into detail about her death because it was awful. They also hurt Maeve. Not as bad as Adriana, but still pretty badly. She has some scarring around her wrists from it, but mainly it’s emotional trauma.” He said, and reached out to hold his mothers hand when she began to cry.

“That poor baby,” She said, a sniffle coming out as well. August nodded. “She seems so happy though.”

August nodded again before continuing. “She is. She has ups and downs. She doesn’t fully understand what happened, but I think she has PTSD. She goes to a psychiatrist next week and I’ll find out for sure, but I’m pretty much certain she does. The crib is the main trigger. They restrained her to a crib, and she was forced to watch her mom die through there. I put her in it the first night, but she was already half asleep when I laid her in it, so she didn’t notice. She had a nightmare a few hours after, and that’s when she realized she was in a crib. I thought about a playpen, but I assume she’ll have the same reaction. Her other triggers are handcuffs, guns, small spaces. She’s also having an aversion to the smell of peppermint gum, so I think whoever killed her mom was chewing peppermint gum.” He explained, and his mom nodded.

“Okay. If she does get triggered, what do I have to do to calm her down?” “Hold her.” August said simply. “Just remind her that she’s safe and loved and nothings going to hurt her anymore. It can go on for a while, but it never goes beyond crying. She’ll settle down, and fall asleep. She’ll be a little off and emotional for the next few hours, but she’ll be back to normal soon enough. Playing with her hair helps a lot, as does her pacifier.” He said, and his mom nodded.

“Okay. Does she have a daily schedule?” She asked, and August nodded again.

“I usually wake her up around 6:30 because I have to be at work for 7 and she comes with me, but I’ll let her fall asleep in the car again. If I let her sleep, she’ll wake up around 9 or 9:30, so don’t worry about waking her up. She has a floor bed, and she’s been staying in it really well. She doesn’t nap in it, she prefers to nap in my bed, which I allow. For breakfast she has formula, oatmeal, dry cheerios, and some fruit. She’ll play for a few hours, and then she’ll have a nap. She’ll sleep for an hour or an hour and a half, but don’t let her sleep longer than an hour and a half. Then she’ll have lunch. Usually she’ll have the same thing I have, so whatever you make, just give her some of it. Just make sure it’s in small enough pieces. She has a bottle after, and I let her have a little bit of screen time. Her favourite show is Mickey Mouse ClubHouse, so I let her watch a few episodes. She’ll have another bottle, and another nap, and then she’ll play again for a few hours. By the time she’s done playing she’ll be ready for dinner. After dinner, she has a bath, then a book and bed. She usually goes to bed between 6:30-7.” He said, and his mom nodded.

“I put her schedule on the fridge in case you forget anything, along with her triggers. If you need anything, call me. I managed to convince Sloane, my boss, to let me keep my phone on in case you or her need anything.” He said. She just nodded again, and then a chime from his phone was heard, signalling that Ilsa and Benji were on their way to pick him up.

He sighed. “I should go say goodbye to her. I’ve gotta go.” He said, and his mom followed him into Maeve’s playroom where she was building (or trying to) a tower with big lego blocks.

“Maeve?” He called, getting down to her level and watched as she whipped her head around and gave August a big smile. “Come to Dada,” he said, and she dropped the Lego she was holding to crawl over.

He heard his mom chuckle behind him. “She listens a lot better than you did at that age,”

August smiled as he scooped her up. “I always think the same thing. Definitely learned it from her mother.” August remarked sadly. Partly out of what he had learned about Adriana, but mainly because he was going to miss the little girl he’d come to love so easily.

“I’m gonna miss you, but you’re gonna have so much fun with your grandma. I love you.” He said, and she smiled and cuddled him back, her curly head resting on his shoulder. His phone chimed again and he let out a sad sigh.

“Dada has to go. I’ll see you in two days, okay?” He said, and tried not to cry when he handed her off to his mom.

He said goodbye to his mom, and gave her another kiss on the head, before walking out the door, and trying to ignore the sounds of his daughter's pained wails for him. He grabbed his bag, and headed out the door.

Benji and Ilsa were waiting outside in a normal, inconspicuous looking car. He took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and put on his tough face. He didn't want to cry in front of the team. He needed to be tough, and crying wouldn’t make him ‘The Hammer”.

“Hey Walker.” Benji said as he got in, and August gave him a smile.

“Where’s the mission?” He asked monotonously.

“Germany. We’re investigating a target who we believe is a part of The Amiens Family gang.”

At the mention of the gang, August almost choked on his own saliva. “D-did you say Amiens?”

Benji nodded, a confused look spreading on his features. “Yeah. Apparently they’re trying to find a civilian who escaped their custody once before thanks to the police, and according to the files Ethan and I recovered last week, this person has a lot of information, mainly about the financial aspect, and they are not happy in the slightest that this person escaped. One of the targets is in Germany following a lead of their own, so we’re following him.” He said.

August sighed and nodded, and was thankful that no one suspected him yet. He had to practically beg Sloane to keep Maeve off of his file, and he wasn’t ready for everyone to know about her quite yet. She was going through a lot, and the next few months were going to be tough on the both of them as they got to know each other, so the less people involved, the better.

Then, a thought popped into his head. “What’s this civilian’s name?” He asked.

Benji glanced down at the file before speaking. “Alexis Amiens. I think she was very high up in the family, but I couldn’t be sure.” August nodded, and tried to appear unbothered by this information on the outside while he had a freak out on the inside.

If he was remembering correctly, Alexis was the twin sister of Adriana. So, they were after someone who was out to get Maeve’s aunt. That scared the shit out of him. Not just the fact that they were going to be tailing someone who was either a close relation or close contact to the people who killed Adriana, and hurt his daughter, but the fact of who it was. It could have been a coincidence, just like Maeve’s screaming was, but just like the screaming, August didn’t think so.

Were they after Maeve? And if they were, what did they want from her? He desperately needed to fully read her file, but he couldn't very well pull it out in the middle of the car with Ilsa and Benji, who would question him about it, and then demand to know who Maeve and Adriana were. He agreed with himself that he’d wait until he was in Germany, and he’d find time to sit down and read it.

He’d read bits and pieces, but after what Anais had briefly told him about Adriana’s family, he never looked in the family section. Hell, he only barely glanced at it for her name and age before, so he should probably read up on it.

By the time they made it to Germany, August wanted to go home.

He missed Maeve, and his mom had called him and told him Maeve was having a meltdown because she heard police sirens, and it set her off. She calmed down, and was fine, but he wished he could be there for her.

The poor girl was probably so confused, August thought to himself. In the past month, her mom was killed in front of her, a gun was held to her head, she was saved by the police then handed over to CPS, dropped off at some random man (in her eyes) house, and just when she was feeling comfortable, that man had to leave, and she was being watched by another random person she’d never seen before.

But, as much as August wished that he could be with her 24/7, he knew that wasn’t a reality. He had to find a nanny to take care of her during the day, but how would find one that he trusted? He knew for a fact that there were probably people out there who wanted him dead. It was just a part of the job description. Before Maeve, he didn’t care too much.

He always told himself that everything happens for a reason. If he was killed on a mission, it was his time to die. Unfortunate and untimely but still, it was clearly the universe deciding his life was finished. But, now he had Maeve. He had a 7 month old to take care of. If he died, that meant leaving Maeve.

He knew it would happen one day, but he’d always hoped it would be from old age, not an enemy or stray bullet. He didn’t want that on her conscience. He didn't want the idea that ‘everyone I get close to dies’ in his daughters head because that wasn’t healthy.

No. He couldn’t die. Not until he heard her say Dada, not until she took her first steps, until she went to her first day of school (a thought that made him slightly teary eyed, despite being a good 3-4 years away). Not ever. He would not leave his daughter.

He’d lucked out and got his own hotel room. He had a feeling that it was because Ethan was still a little wary of him, as he was new, but he didn’t care. As soon as he was handed the key to the overpriced hotel room where the gala that they’d be attending the next night was being held, he was off towards the elevator, his duffel bag and briefcase in hand.

The second the door shut behind him, he pulled out the file, and sat down at the table that was located beside the big windows and balcony doors. He opened the file, and read through it thoroughly, making sure to not miss anything.

Name: Maeve Luna Walker

Age: 7 months old

Birthday: March 15th, 2020

He knew that. He kept reading.

Mothers name: Adriana Cora Amiens

Fathers name: August Nathaniel Walker

Godmothers name: Alexis Luna Amiens

He swallowed roughly. Alexis was not only his daughter's aunt, she was her godmother. And, Maeve was named after her.

Reason for removal from household: Mother’s death.

Next of kin: August Nathaniel Walker (father)

He was the only one listed, and that satisfied him. At least CPS knew better than to put her with her mothers side.

Description of conditions of the environment where the child was living:

August took a deep breath, before reading the paragraph.

Maeve was found by LAPD police officer (REDACTED) doing a wellness check called in by neighbour (REDACTED).

August rolled his eyes at the word redacted. He could get the information, but that would have to wait until he was back in Washington.

She was restrained to the bed using metal, police grade handcuffs. The diaper she was wearing had been soiled in more than once, indicating she had not been changed in several days. She was extremely hungry and dehydrated. The doctors at (REDACTED) hospital observed that if she had not been rescued when she was, she would have died within 24 hours from dehydration and starvation. There was no physical evidence of abuse on her, other than some light scarring on her wrists from the metal handcuffs. However, she is exhibiting signs of emotional trauma and will likely develop Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It is unclear at this time whether or not she witnessed the murder of her mother, Adriana Amiens, or not.

Addition: as of September 17th- it has been confirmed through viewing of security camera footage that Maeve was indeed present and conscious during the murder of her mother, Adriana Amiens.

He pushed the file away after reading that paragraph. His poor little girl. She almost died because of what happened, and although she wouldn’t have known what was happening, she most definitely recognized the feeling of being hungry, thirsty, and soiled beyond belief. August told himself his little girl would never experience hunger or thirst again if he had anything to do with it.

He took a deep breath to calm his anxiety that had blended into anger, before reading further, specifically on her mothers family’s history.

Adriana Cora Amiens, born August 5th, 1989, was the daughter of Amiens Family Mob leader Charles Jacob Amiens, nicknamed The Master, and his wife, Rose Alena Amiens (formerly Anderson). She was the twin of Alexis Luna Amiens.

Not much is known about her early life, or her education, other than she had a twin sister, an older brother named Andrew, and was privately schooled.

She had very few long term relationships. Her longest relationship has been noted as one of her fathers lackeys, Anton Filho. They began dating in 2000, and the relationship endured until 2005. Sources close to the family state that he was killed by Charles for ‘deflowering his daughter’.

Adriana reportedly emancipated herself due to the murder of Filho, and had zero contact with her father, and the rest of her family, including her twin sister Alexis because of it.

In 2019, she fell pregnant. Sources say that the father is unknown, while others believe it is Fritz Corleone, a former mobster she had been spotted with, however this was never confirmed or denied by either party. It is rumoured that she regained contact with Alexis, who emancipated herself from her family not long after Adriana did, although Adriana did not know this, but this has not been confirmed.

It is unknown whether she went through with the pregnancy and if she did, it is unknown of the child's whereabouts after the birth, and following Adriana’s death.

Adriana died on September 15th of this year. The cause of death has not been announced.

August rubbed his eyes roughly with his fingers. That was a lot of information to take in at once. He definitely thought she made the right choice by emancipating herself from her family after what her father did, but it didn’t go into detail about her father at all. His last hope for that lead was Wikipedia, which meant he’d have to cross reference all the information with the CIA database. He had planned to do so when he originally found out Adriana had been murdered, but he’d been so traumatized by the pictures he found of Maeve that he never looked at it again.

He pulled his laptop out of the briefcase, opened Google, and typed in Charles Amiens on one tab, before opening the CIA database on another. He typed the same thing in the database browser, before heading back to Google. He clicked on the wikipedia link and began reading.

In the files he read previously, there were no pictures of the family. In Charles page however, there was a man who looked just as you’d assume a mobster to look. The greasy slicked back hair, the scowl on his face, the curl in his eyebrow. August didn't dwell on the photo, but rather skipped down to the text on the bottom.

Charles Jacob Amiens was born on November 18th, 1967 to father Jacob Amiens and mother Elizabeth Amiens (formerly Jones), in Brooklyn, New York, New York, United States of America.

It is currently unknown where he obtained an education, both primary, secondary and post secondary.

August switched over to the database to check on the schooling. He confirmed that it is unknown where he obtained his schooling, but on the database, it says that it was a private schooling program named “The Family”. Something about that name was familiar, but he resolved to check on it later.

Amiens took over the head of the family mob the day he turned 18. Suspiciously, this was also the day that his father, Jacob Amiens, went missing and was not found until 2 months later, when his body was found in Prospect Park, although it was clear in the initial investigation that the murder did not occur there.

Now that sparked August’s interest. Did Charles really kill his father or was that just another one of the many coincidences that he’d come across in the last few weeks? Much like the other ones, he found it highly unlikely.

Charles has been associated with over 1500 murders in the upper California area, where he relocated his entire family and employees soon after his fathers body was recovered.

August checked this information as well, and it was also true. Just as he was about to go back to the wikipedia page, something caught his eye.

A notable pattern in the murders that Charles himself carries out is that he carves into his victims, specifically the initials MA, which most take to stand for Master Amiens, which is what he has his men call him.

August slammed his computer shut at that.

Adriana was murdered by her father. He thought back to the photos of the gun being pointed in Maeve’s face. Was Charles the one who inflicted all of this pain on his tiny 7 month old baby currently asleep in Washington under his mothers care?

August felt conflicted. On one hand, he wanted to murder Charles and all those who ever laid their eyes and hands on Adriana and Maeve, but on the other hand, he had a feeling that there was more to Adriana’s murder.

What kind of father would do that to their daughter? August knew he wasn’t the best person. He had a dark history, especially one with the Apostles, but ever since Lane revealed they were going to use Julia as a pawn in the game, he couldn’t do it, and he backed out. He’d changed. It doesn’t mean that he’s a perfect person, but he could never even think to do the things that Charles had done, much less to his daughter.

August glanced around the room, and his eyes landed on the warm and inviting looking bed, and decided to leave the research for tonight. Maeve was safe, and he had a mission to think about. He grabbed the file and lifted it up to put it in the briefcase, when a small envelope addressed to him fell out.

He put the file away, and bent down to grab the letter. He sat down on the bed and opened it.

‘August,

I’m writing you this letter in case anything happens to me.

After our night together, I fell pregnant, and gave birth to a little girl. Her name is Maeve Luna Walker. I made sure she got your last name, and that you were on the birth certificate. I never wanted her to grow up without a mom, but I think I’ve known since the minute I found out I was pregnant that she’d end up with you.

I’m loving being a mom. It’s the best job I could have, and I want you to know I’m not keeping her from you on purpose. We didn’t talk about our families that night, but I come from a rather dark one. I won’t go into details, but us having contact would ultimately result in your death. I don’t want that to happen. The CIA and the world needs you more than Maeve and I do right now.

If anything happens to me, please find who did it. There are people after me, but I don’t know who. I do, however, have a suspicion it has to do with my family. You’re a great man, and an excellent CIA agent. I know you’ll be able to do it.

When you find the woman of your dreams, I want her to adopt Maeve. It pains me to say that, but it’s the right thing to do. Maeve deserves to grow up in a happy and healthy household, a household that I know only you can provide. I need you to protect our daughter. She is the light of my life, and I know she’ll be the light of yours too. She’s a sweet little girl who is sweet and kind to everyone she comes across. She amazes me in the same way you did.

I’m so sorry if I’m gone when you’re reading this, but if I am, it was my time to go. I know we only had one night together, but I want you to know that I love you. I never stopped thinking about you, not for one minute. I love you so much. I will never stop loving you, especially for giving me Maeve, my light in my otherwise pitch black world.

I know you’ll be the best daddy to our little girl, and I’m sorry I won’t get to see her grow up. If she’s anything like her father, she’ll be the best.

I love you. Thank you. I’m sorry.

Adriana.

P.S. I wrote Maeve a letter as well. I was hoping you could give it to her when you feel it's the right time.’

August dropped the letter to the ground and let out a sob, his hands coming to cover his face. Adriana knew that she was going to die, and that there was nothing she could do. Even in that horrible, unthinkable and terrifying situation, she put Maeve first. She thought about Maeve’s safety and wellbeing, both physical and mental. She wanted their daughter to grow up happy and healthy, and wanted him to be happy too.

He felt awful. He’d thought about getting her number, but ultimately decided against it. His line of work didn’t exactly allow him time to have a relationship like that. Hell, it barely gave him enough time to parent, but he managed that. Maybe if he had just gotten her number, he could have saved her from all of this pain. He could have seen the moment that his child took her first breath. He could have seen her first words, the first time she crawled, all of it.

He picked up the letter and folded it up before placing it into his wallet for safe keeping. He picked up the file again. He grabbed the letter addressed to Maeve, and placed it in a different section of his briefcase. Once he was home he’d put in his safe until he was ready for her to have it. He thought about peeking at it, but ultimately decided against it. Adriana wrote that for Maeve, not him. When she read it, it would be up to her if she let him see the contents. He doubted he would let her read the one from him anyways.

Once everything was put away, August flopped on the bed, fully clothed still. It wasn’t long after his tears began to flow freely, and he thought about the mother of his child, who was never going to see her little girl again. He thought back to that night, and suddenly, he could remember every little detail. The colour of her hair, her eyes. The shape of her nose and lips. The way she embraced him with her arms, and touched him with her hands.

Just before he fell asleep, he grabbed his phone off the bedside table where he’d thrown in, and opened up Adriana’s instagram. He found a few selfies that she had posted around the time that they had met, and screenshotted them.

He found one that captured her beauty perfectly, and made that one his lock screen. His home screen was Maeve, the first night they were together, asleep on his chest. That way he had both his girls on his phone no matter where he went, even if one of them wasn’t actually his anymore.

August awoke to banging on his door the next morning.

He groaned, but stood up and answered the door. He was greeted by Ethan, with a stupid grin on his face.

“Rough night?” Hunt asked, and August nodded, stepping to the side and allowing him in.

“Need something?” He grunted out, and Ethan nodded.

“Benji asked me to check on you. He mentioned that you and him had spoken about the Amiens family when him and Ilsa picked you up, and you seemed a little on edge. I just want to make sure we’re both on the same team here.” Ethan said, a serious look on his face.

August always respected Ethan, despite them not always being friends. Ethan trusted his team, and if he had any doubts about anything, he always confronted them himself. He never let things play out. August could come up with a lie about why he was uncomfortable about it, but Ethan had a knack for smoking out liars, so he couldn’t do that. He didn’t want to risk anything.

“I’ve actually been investigating them on my own, is all. I-” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I have a connection to them.” He said simply, and he almost hoped that that would be enough to make Ethan leave it alone, although he knew it wasn’t.

Ethan sat on the chair next to the table that held his briefcase. August sighed and sat on the still unmade bed. “My daughter.”

Ethan sputtered slightly before speaking. “Y-You have a daughter?” he asked, and August nodded in response.

“I do. She was born in March of this year, but I didn’t find out about her until the beginning of this month. Her mother was a part of the Amiens family. Specifically, Adriana.” He admitted, and Ethan sighed.

“Wow. That changes things. Wasn’t she murdered recently?” Ethan inquired, and August nodded once more.

“Yes. In front of Maeve.” He said, and corrected himself when he saw the confusion on Ethan’s face. “Her name is Maeve. They handcuffed my 7 month old to a crib, and forced her to watch her mother be murdered by her grandfather. That’s a speculation though, I’m not 100% certain. He also pointed a gun at her head through the crib, and I assume they were going to shoot, but the police raided where they were being held at that moment.” August said, and Ethan sighed in sadness.

“That’s rough. How is she doing now?” Ethan asked, and August smiled at the thought of his little girl. “She goes through waves. One minute she’s a happy and healthy little girl whose only concern is what toy she’s going to play with next, and the next she’s almost frozen, and seems to be reliving what happened to her and her mother all over again. She can’t sleep in a crib, or a playpen. She hates police officers, guns, handcuffs, and the smell of peppermint. In some ways she’s a normal baby, but there are so many things she’s struggling through, that I’m worried about her development.”

Ethan nodded, and was about to open his mouth to speak, when August’s phone went off. August picked it up, and answered.

His heart dropped into his stomach at his mom's words. Maeve had woken up and realized that August wasn’t there, so she called out for her Mama. When August’s mom had said that her Dada would be back in a few days, she was immediately sent into a meltdown, and his mom couldn’t calm her down, even after half an hour.

“Fuck. Okay. Let me think of something and I’ll call you back.” He said, and his mom thanked him before hanging up.

He turned to Ethan. “How badly do you need me on this mission?” he asked, and Ethan furrowed his brow.

“Is something wrong with Maeve?” He asked and August nodded.

“She’s having a meltdown because I’m not there and my mom can’t calm her down.” Ethan’s eyes widened.

“We can make do without you. You can go home, you’re needed there more than here at the moment.” He said, standing up, and helping August to get packed. August nodded, and as soon as he was packed he turned to Ethan.

“Thank you. I know this mission is important.” He said, and Ethan smiled at him.

“Being a father trumps all of that. You have a little girl, a little girl who just went through hell, so don’t even worry about it. Go make sure she’s okay.” He said, and August nodded, a smile peeking through on his lips.

August dropped his bag as soon as he made it through the door, in favour of finding Maeve. The door shutting behind him seemed to alert his mom to his presence, and a few seconds later, she appeared in the doorway of his bedroom.

“Hi, honey.” She said, opening her arms for a hug. August let himself relax in his mothers embrace for a few moments before leading him into the bedroom.

“She managed to cry herself to sleep, and hasn’t woken up yet. I thought you being here when she woke up would be better than anything else.” She said, and August nodded.

“Thank you.” He said, sincerely, and his mom smiled. “It’s no problem. Other than her huge meltdown she was a perfect angel. I’ll get going, and let you two spend some time together. If you need anything at all, just give me a call, okay?” She reassured, and August thanked her again.

“I’m really glad you’re giving me a second chance, Auggie. I hate what I put you through after your father died. I hate the person I became. I thought I couldn’t be a single parent, but after seeing you do it, I don’t know why I ever thought that.” She said, a tear slipping down her face.

“Mom, it’s okay. I never hated you. I didn’t really understand why you were so cold and distant all of a sudden, but I get it. I wasn’t an easy kid, and I’m sure Dad dying didn’t help,” He joked, pulling a laugh out of his mom. “You were too much like him for your own good.” She said, and August smiled in agreement.

He watched as his mother gave Maeve a kiss on the head, before giving him one as well. “You’re doing a terrific job. I love you, son.” She said, and now it was August’s turn for a tear to fall.

“I love you too, mom.”

He walked his mom to the front door, and closed and locked it behind her once she left. He glanced at his watch, and decided to let Maeve sleep a little longer. Her poor little body was probably exhausted, just like his was from the quick time changes. He walked back into the bedroom, kicked off his shoes, and laid beside his daughter on the bed.

As soon as his head hit the pillow, Maeve’s eyes opened, and a huge smile broke out on her face when she saw her Dada. She cooed and placed her hand on his mouth again. August pressed a kiss to her flesh, and to August’s amazement, she smiled and giggled, instead of crying and asking for Adriana.

“Hello, my love. I missed you,” He whispered, as his daughter snuggled up to him, and closed her eyes again. August followed suit, and the pair were out within seconds.

It took a few days for Maeve to be back to herself fully. Everytime August would leave a room, she’d get anxious and cry, almost as if she thought he wouldn’t come back. August knew that it was his fault. He shouldn’t have taken the mission, she wasn’t ready to be left with random people yet, at least for days on end.

As he sat on the couch working on his laptop, Maeve playing with some cars while watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse at his feet, he realized he needed a nanny. He really didn’t like the fact that he’d been bringing her to work everyday. No one else cared, but he’d rather her first words she says with him not be ‘gun’ or ‘murder’.

He had gotten a few numbers from one of the other agents who was also a parent, but had yet to call any of them, so that’s what he worked on while Maeve was distracted.

A few hours later, and he’d been having terrible luck. Everyone he called either couldn’t do it because of another job, had another family, wasn’t nannying anymore, or was 16. He was beginning to give up hope, when he looked at the last name on his list.

Y/N Y/L/N - (xxx) xxx-xxxx

He tried not to be too hopeful going into the phone call, but when you said that you were available anytime, and were willing to meet with him the next day. He was very pleased to learn that you had worked with children in the past who had PTSD, and developmental disabilities. He knew you were the one already, and knew Maeve would be in the perfect hands with you.

He had religiously cleaned his apartment last night, making sure it was up to standard for a nanny. As he vacuumed Maeve’s playroom, he realized she needed more toys. She had a few, but definitely not enough to support her development. He also needed to get her more books.

Maeve seemed to know what was happening the next morning, because when August woke her up she was all smiles, rather than her grumpy and cuddly self, who cried over August accidentally dropping her favourite pacifier on the ground.

He got her changed and dressed, and put her in her playroom while he got showered and ready. It was a Saturday, and he knew that you wouldn’t be staying for more than an hour today, but he also wanted to appear professional in the beginning. You’d get to see the mess that he was after some missions later.

He immediately liked you. The meeting time was 10:30, and you showed up at 10:25. You had told him that you once worked a job where you had to be on the floor 5 minutes before your shift actually started, so you were in the habit of showing up 5 minutes early to everything.

Maeve instantly liked you as well. She’d crawled up to you, and gave you a hug, and then refused to leave your grasp once she was in it. You had brought her a stuffed elephant, and told her and August that you loved elephants and always gave them to new children you nannied.

He showed you around the apartment, and blushed when you commended him about the floor bed rather than forcing her to sleep in a crib. You also mentioned that it made you happy when parents cared less about fixing the PTSD and cared more about supporting their child and their needs at that point in time because the majority of parents you’d worked with used exposure therapy.

By the time that you’d left August’s apartment, he knew that he’d found a lifelong female presence for Maeve. He wasn’t blind, you were insanely beautiful, but he didn’t want to imply anything because if he was wrong, the only one who’d end up hurting was Maeve, and he didn’t like that.

August watched as Maeve crawled over to the couch, and climbed up. His heart melted when she pushed the curtain aside and waved a chubby hand as best as she could at you as you left the building.

August walked over and scooped her up. “Did you like Ms Y/N?” He asked, and took her excited babbles and hand gestures as a yes. August smiled, and set her down. She took off running (crawling) towards the playroom, adn August turned to make dinner.

As he cooked for the two of them, he thought back to what you had said about exposure therapy. It made him happy to know that he was doing what was considered the right thing, and not forcing her to sleep somewhere that was the cause of so much of her trauma. While he wasn’t thrilled he assembled it for nothing, he knew it wasn’t her fault. He could have fully read the file and skipped the crib when he was shopping, but at least he saved another mother some money and assembly time.

Later that night, as he sat with Maeve in her room as she drifted off to sleep, her hand curled around his pointer finger, he really hoped that this would work out.

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cocomaxley · 3 years

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Twenty Questions

This is my submission for @motyappreciationweek Day 3 - Levi.

Summary: A continuation of Levi babysitting Zoey and Luz. Read Breaking & Entering here.

Pairing: Levi vs Zoey & Luz

Word Count: 664

Thank you, @ao719 for your help and pre-reading!

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Levi threw his keys on the counter after picking Zoey and Luz up from the Mendez house. Convincing Thomas that he was capable of babysitting was difficult since they had just gotten caught breaking into their own house. Tara was able to calm the lawyer down, reminding them of their vacation.

The two girls sat on the couch with a tablet between them as they watched YouTube videos. Levi couldn't help but smile when he saw them giggling at whatever they were watching. His phone rang in his pocket, his face breaking into a smile when he saw his girlfriend’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hi, Grace.”

“Hi, baby. How is babysitting going?”

“Well they've already escaped and committed a felony. Everything's great.”

Grace laughed on the other end of the line. “Thomas and Tara have said that Luz is a handful. She's hilarious.”

Levi chuckled. “She is all of those things. I'm prepared now though. I'll be on them like a fly on shi-”

“Levi, do not finish that sentence!”

“Like a fly on poop…”

The girls looked up at him curiously. He turned his back to them to continue his conversation.

“I miss you, babe. Maybe you can come by tomorrow?”

“I miss you too, Levi. I'd love to come by. I'll see you guys tomorrow.”

“I love you, Grace…”

“Love you too.”

Levi pressed the end call button. When he turned, Luz and Zoey were on their knees on the couch facing him.

Luz was the first to speak. “Who was that?”

“My girlfriend.”

Zoey added, “her name is Grace and he loves her.”

Levi rolled his eyes but grinned. Luz was ready with more questions that caught him off guard.

“Are you gonna marry her?”

His cheeks flushed. “Uh...I…”

“Do you have a ring?”

“No...I...no I don't.”

“Why not?”

“Because...I don't know, Luz.”

“Well you love her, right?”

He nodded. “I do.”

“Then you should marry her. Ohhh, is she going to move in?”

He arched a brow. “Have you talked to her or something?”

Luz kept her interrogation going. “Do you have sleepovers?”

“That's none of your business, young lady.”

Zoey looked up from her iPad. “They do. I've seen her leave in the mornings when mom and I lived next door.”

“Alright, that's enough questions about my love life.”

Luz shrugged her shoulders. “Dad and Zoey’s mom used to have sleepovers, and they got married. So you're gonna get married.”

He suddenly got an idea to change the subject. “Why don't we call Alma and see if she wants to hang out?”

They eagerly agreed. Luz jumped up and down. “Yes! I love Alma. She's so fun.”

He dialed the number, placing the call on speakerphone. Alma answered the phone. “Did you lose them already, rockstar?”

Luz yelled from the living room, “He did! We just got back!”

Alma laughed on the other end. “Oh my god, they already got away! The next couple days are gonna be rough, buddy.”

“Ha ha ha. So funny,” Levi replied sarcastically. “We wanted to see if you and Marcus wanted to come over.” He lowered his voice, “Luz asks very personal questions and I need help.”

“Sorry, no can do. I've been drinking.”

“Alma, you live on the first floor!”

All he heard was cackling before the line disconnected.

Luz walked into the kitchen. “Levi, I'm bored. Do you have any legos around here?”

“I do not, kiddo.”

“Do you have weapons, like knives?”

“If I did, I would not tell you.”

Luz giggled. “That's fair.”

Zoey let out a big yawn which then made Luz yawn. Levi breathed a sigh of relief. “I think it's bedtime, ladies. Go brush your teeth and put on your pajamas.”

After they were ready for bed, he walked into the spare bedroom with his guitar in hand. “Good night, you little hoodlums. Sweet dreams.”

He sat down on a chair and strummed a lullaby as the girls drifted off to sleep.

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idjitlili · 4 years

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Blah its me

Kili x Modern!reader

Summary:Imagine Kili being sent to find you ,to only to see you dressing by a small river,spotting your belly button piercing. And him liking your earrings so much that he asks you to pierce his ears.

over 2280 words

You we apart of Thorin's company since you fell upon fron the sky ,whacking your head on a tree,landing face first infront of the company who rode ponies.You had used your arms to stop you whacking your face in the mud. You had groaned,standing up brushing the mud from your bottom."I have been falling for 30 minutes!" you had growled not noticing the bunch of dwarves,a hobbit and a wizard had been eyeing you. "d-did she just fall out of the sky?" the hatted dwarf had spoke ,in which in time you learned to know his name as Bofur.

The dwarves sat still on their ponies in spoke,until the youngest Durin prince spoke "did it hurt when you fell from the heavens of malah?" he spoke flirting while you as the older dark haired dwarf turned around and shot him a look,which he simply ignored. "I feel some stairs and ended up here not down from heaven..." the words slipped quietly from your lips ,the wizard had looked at you thinking before he spoke "it seems that this maiden is not from middle earth ,Am I correct?" you wanted to know who the fuck he knew that."middle earth,what no,its just earth." he hummed at you. Soon after that you were apart of the company,to much off Thorins disagreement you were in.

Which led you to now you were in Rivendell already;Thorin didnt like that very much. You were quite happy with about ,Elrond had given you a room with a bath,you hadnt had a proper clean in a long while. Plus a cute elf named Lindir,had accompanyed you to your room,offering you his arm. You had happily taken it blushing,the dwarves werent impressed by this ,Kilis face scrunched up in jealousy.

It wasnt a shock to Fili that his brother had grown to have a crush on you,a strange girl from another world. He knew better to keep it to himself ,and only tease Kili about it quietly. Thorin was only just beginning to like you,Fili didnt want you being left on the side of the road if his uncle found out about his youngest nephews feelings for you.

You had thanked Lindir greatly for helping you to your room,he had smiled at you "you are very welcome lady y/n,Elrond has told me about you and wishes me to inform you that if you would like you can stay here in Rivendell." you didnt know what to say ,you loved it in Rivendell and Lindir was indeed bodacious,but you grown to like a certain prince. Not that you could do anything about it,he was royalty ,you were a mere human ,not that kili acted like a prince more immature than anything.

"I really couldnt,they would feel betrayed,"you spoke quietly.looking at your dirty shoes. "though its not only reason is it?" his voice was like silk in noise,golden smooth,his head high as you look up at him ,shaking your head no. "Im sure he returns your love." you almost choked ,as he left how could he known,damn. You turned into your room almost turning into sonic running to the bath. Soon scrubbing yourself with the rich soaps and oils,conditioning your hair.

After you had wrapped yourself in one towel;another in your hair. Slowly dressing yourself in your short underwear,not boxers but they were were shorts and underwear. And your bra from your world ,about to put on the mint green dress Elrond had sent to your room,well was until the door knocked. "who is it?" (james franco pineapple express,yeah you sound like that ) "Bluh it's me" he stated ,je was still annoyed about Lindir,but he didnt hold it to you ,it wasnt his choice who you liked. You hadnt realised that you were fully dressed ,your wet hair now down ,water making your skin shine against the light. As you walked towards the door,opening it to reveal Kili he hadnt yet bathed clearly.

His eyes quickly scanned your body,blushing as he say you in your underclothes,you looked at him confused to his facial expresion. "Im sorry , I disturbed you,its just dinner is ready," You had looked down to see what he gestured about ,you had blushed in embarrassment."oh god,yeah I'll be right there." you tried to play it off ,but his eyes still kept glancing ,he nodded turning to leave,but a jem catches his eye.

He turns back to you loooking down at your bellybutton gasping "Is that a jem in your bellybutton?"he beyond shocked he had never seen something like it before,he didnt understand why you hadnt shown it off,he thought it was beautiful. "oh..um its my belly button piercing?" he had looked even more confused ,looking down to see how it worked. You sighed pulling him in by his arm,making him almost fall over,sitting him on the side of the bed,you laying flat next to him. So your stomach looked flatter than when it did when you sat,not that you should be ashammed ,it was just so he could see. He had looked at you as you unscrewed the ball pulling out the bar. "see theres a hole,damn thats what she said." his hand went near before he pulled it away,you pulled it back assuring it was fine.

He had grabbed the bar eyeing it ,before popping back into its rightful placing securing the ball ontop. " do men in your world have that too?" he had questioned as you stood up pulling the dress on before sitting next to Kili on the bed. "no not many ,its mostly because they get made fun of by other men that claim its a gay thing to do aka ,men that like men do it ,but it isnt anyone can do it,more women have it done. some people are just scared of the pain of having it done ,but inreality it doesnt hurt at all,just the same as my first ear ones," in the end you had pointed to your earrings that lay on the lobe.

kill had watched interest,he really thought you were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. "i like it very much y?n it suits you very well." you had smiled blushing as he smirked at your reaction."thank you kili." you looked the floor not knowing what to say after that."do you think one day you will help me go get my ears done like yours are on that bit?" he spoke shyly pointing to your ear lobe. "I mean if you want.. I could now." you response now looking at kili whos face lights up like the moon in the night sky,nods eagerly,you run to your bag grabbing your spare unused hoops and clean needle and a slightly wet cloth,rushing back to him.

You jump on the bed ,bouncing slightly almost stabbing yourse;f with the needle,you kneel facing his left ear. "just the one ear?" at the moment you had one stud in your first hole and in the otherside a lego indiana jones figure dangling. Like who didnt play at least one lego game on the wii as a child,maybe you still do cough me. "what do you think?" he had questioned holding the needle and earring as you used the cloth to clean his lobe gently,he tried to stay still under your grip."I think the one for now ,so you can sleep on the other side,without aggravating it while it heals." you spoke quietly,standing up to put the cloth down on the beside table,pulling the dress up before sitting back down now comfortble on your knees thats what she said.

"alright then,just the one please." he looked at you smiling nervously,you smiled back at him excitedly. You lined the needle up to the appropriate position. "you ready?" you asked him."ye-Ow" you had cut him off stabbing the needle through,and placing in the hoop. "that did not hurt,youve been stabbed by a bloody sword,and made less of a fuss. did that go over your head?" you grabbed the cloth once again ,shoving his hand away from the ear as he rubbed ,now cleaning the piercing.

"Nothing goes over my head my reflexes are too fast, I would catch it." you snorted at his response pulling him up from the bed,discarding the cloth,leading him to the mirror standing behind him as he looked at the earring with a big grin."Ilove it!" he practially shouted turning around engulfing you in arms twirling you around, your face flashes red as does his when he puts you down embarrassed. "i-im sorry," he spoke looking at the floor you had grabbed your hand "dont be ,lets go the company will be waiting." you spoke pulling the blushing dwarf out the door with you.

You had let go of his hand once you had reached the others,sitting down beside bofur,kili beside you. They had stared at you brielfly."you look very nice ,lass." bofur had told you smiling next you ,you had blushed quietly thanking him. "Yes,,Y/n you look truly look more beautiful than when you were covered in mud,if that was even possible." fili smirked at you then briefly at his brother ,he wanted him to step up stop being so scared of you a shy guy,like you would go blurting out that you didnt like him,but you did. "t-thank you." you werent used to the compliments ,nor many people interacting with you.

"kili,what is that in your ear??" Thorin had interrupted the dwarves commenting on you ,his voice stern,his face almost a frown,you looked at kili nervously you didnt want to get in trouble from thorin. "SO ,I basically accidently saw y/n had an earring thingy in her bellybutton-" "A what? lass show us." bofur had cut him off now everyone was starring at you, waiting ,you stood up. Only for kili to pull on your telling you not to do what you were about to do ,sending you a pleading look. You had shook your head ,assuring him it was fine ,pulling the dress up above your belly button.

You had just revealed to the whole company a f/c jem that was your bellybutton jewerly,also your bare thighs and underwear. That elf Lindir had smirked at you,causing kili to almost explode,as he saw it the dwarves were in shock as you sat down,they still said nothing. "why would you keep such beauty hidden?" Dwalin the least person you wouldve expected spoke up,you didnt think he thought anything was beautiful expect maybe I dont know his mother. "..uh b-because I cant wonder around with you guys in half a shirt ,I would definitely get stabbed easier." you spoke yet again quietly ,making bilbo laugh at your tone. Kili smiled before breaking the silence ,"so yeah anyways I made her pierce my ear,how do I look? more majestic than uncle?" he had mocked shaking his hair slowly ,like a hair product advert,making you giggle.

"So you two are courting?" Thorin asked eyeing down his sisters youngest son,you both sat there not knowing what to say ,until you did. "w-what do you mean?" you had questioned the dwarven king. "he means Kili saw you practially naked ,and then you gave him a body modification,and then supplied him with the jewerly,all pretty intimate it seems." Bofur piped up,taking a drag from his pipe. You blushed ,looking at the salad infront of you ,picking up a piece of cucumber chewing it avoid the scene, "y/n ,may I speak with you ?"you had turned to kili nodding grabbing another piece of cucumber as he took your hand helping you up,leading you to a hall with the sword that chopped saurons fingers off.

He stood infront of you his eyes filled with panic ,and nerves ,as he literally lunged foward cupping your cheeks pressing his lips to yours,before pulling away embarrassed."y/n,im sorry,but they are right,I want to court you." he paced around ,until you spoke "dont be sorry" he stopped turning to look at you shocked, "i want to court you" thats all it took for him to pull you into a passionate kiss,before pulling away when you had heard someone clearing their throat.

"finally,I having been trying to force this for weeks." fili poopped out smirking,and soon after bilbo "and me"

"how??" kili and questioned,holding you in an embrace. "well we would accidently trip you into each other or get you both on nightwatch together ,or-" "okay we get it thank you very much "

"god damnit dildo gaggins and the jensen ackles ,john travolta love child."

a/n lets pretend i didnt pierce my mid ear with a safety pin at 14 or give myself an umbrella stick and poke at 14 because of tom holland dancing to umbrella. dont do it ,dont risk your life doing something stuipid like i did. yeah thats what this is based off.

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peter-parkouuuur · 6 years

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Chapter 9: Stark Party Part 1 (Spider-boy - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

I AM SO SORRY FOR POSTING THIS CHAPTER SUPER LATE! I watched Infinity War last week and it reminded that I have a story to finish!

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

A brief backgrounder: The story ended with Y/n helping Peter with his wounds after defeating the Vulture. Also, Y/n Stark’s birthday.

Enjoy! Don’t forget to hit like hihi! I’ll try to update earlier now! *Hopefully*

Good morning, Upper East Siders, here’s what you recently missed on Stark & The UES Society;

Upper West Sider Derick Thompson finally finds himself a girlfriend from Spence. The Collegiate boy has officially moved on from his Nightingale-Bamford sweetheart and decided to take on the girls from the Red Door. Who’s the lucky girl, D?

Spotted: Denise Martin-Blanchard arriving at the Stark Residences with the youngest Stark, Eloise. We hear the eldest Stark, Nico is also arriving for Y/n Stark’s special day.

We hear Lacrosse Captain, Teddy Vanderbilt is making a move on the Stark princess, Y/n and she is just as smitten. Will we be able to spot the golden couple at her birthday celebration at the Palm Court? We’ll have to see it for ourselves.

Y/n finds herself in the middle of a debate over brunch at the Stark penthouse, on her birthday. Tony Stark and her mother are once again at each other’s throats, discussing Y/n’s Stark internship and her mother’s worrisomeness of getting hurt in the process.

“Tony! I do not want my daughter to get caught up in this Avengers nonsense! Spare her from all the hero action. I just don’t want to see her get hurt.” Denise, Y/n’s mother, states.

“She’s not going to get hurt, Denise! She’s fine. Believe me when I say that I will do everything in my power to protect Y/n, even if it means giving up my life, damn it!” Tony admonishes.

“Dad, don’t say things like that.” Y/n grumbles, knowing that the last time Tony got involved with the Avengers, he had to fight Steve Rogers, a man he considered a friend.

“Honey, I love you more than words. You’re happy here in New York with me, right? Do you want to go back to France with your mom and that snooty new husband of hers?” Tony hisses.

“Watch your mouth, Tony.” Denise threatens.

“Make me!” Tony shouts.

“STOP IT!” Y/n stands up from her seat.

“I love you both.... well, I love dad more... but, enough! I like it here in New York and I don’t want to hear any more of this on my birthday. Now, the two of your work things out. In the meantime, Helena and I are going to take a walk in the park.” Y/n throws her dinner napkin on the table and storms out of the dining room.

Y/n: Here @ Central Park. U coming? x

Peter: Will (literally) swing by! Xx

Y/n: Alright! See you xx

Helena and Y/n are walking around Central Park when she hears someone call her name. Y/n turns around to see Ted Vanderbilt running towards her.

“Hi, Ted! What are you doing here?” Y/n asks.

“Well, I run around the park every morning on weekends. Happy Birthday by the way! What are you doing here as well?” Ted pulls his earphones off and walks beside Y/n and Helena.

“Thanks! And uhhh... My parents are having a row and I just wanted to get out before they both explode in anger.” Y/n answers.

“Oh yeah! Your mom lives in France, while you and your brother live here right? Your mom must be pretty lonely there in the city of lights with just her and her new husband.” Ted states.

Oh, she can handle herself just fine. It’s my little sister Eloise and my step-dad I’m worried about. They have to live with Cruela De Vil.” Y/n retorts.

Ted laughs at Y/n joke and y/n just giggles slightly.

“Care to share the joke?” Y/n hears Peter’s voice interrupt their brief laughter.

Y/n turns around to see Peter in his usual blue sweater, khaki pants, and Chuck Taylors.

“Peter! You’re here!” Y/n runs toward him before hugging him by the waist, ignoring Ted’s confused expression.

“Happy Birthday.” Peter whispers in y/n’s ear before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

‘Shit! Looks like I have no other choice but to finally introduce the two guys who currently vying for me. Although, everyone knows Peter is leading by a mile.’ Y/n thinks to herself.

“Oh, um... Peter, this is Ted Vanderbilt. Ted, this is Peter Parker.” Y/n introduces them to one another.

“Hi! Nice to meet you, man.” Peter puts his hand out and they shake hands awkwardly.

“Likewise... bro? Haven’t seen you before though. Which Ivy prep do you attend?” Ted inquires.

“Oh, I’m not from Manhattan. I go to Midtown High in Queens.” Peter answers.

“Peter actually works for my dad at Stark industries in his spare time. He’s a real tech geek.” Y/n adds.

“Nice! Well listen, I’d love to stay and chat but I have to run. I’ll see you at your party later?” Ted asks.

“Yeah of course! Bye Ted.” Y/n waves at Ted before he could jog away.

“He was.... nice.” Peter chuckles.

“He is nice. Too nice for my liking.” Y/n scrunches her nose in annoyance.

“Oh, so you prefer those bad boy types huh? I mean I don’t mean to brag, but Ned and I skipped school a couple of times.” Peter shrugs his shoulders.

“Let me guess, to build some kind of Star Wars lego action figure?” Y/n crosses her arms together.

“Damn. I shouldn’t have told you about our Star Wars addiction.” Peter curses.

“Miss Y/n, your father called and told me to bring you back to the penthouse.” Helena interrupts.

“But Peter just got here. 10 more minutes? Do you mind giving us a little private time?” Y/n asks her nanny.

“You want me to. leave you and Mr. Parker here while I head back to the penthouse?” Helena questions.

“Yes please.” Y/n pouts at her nanny.

Helena just smiles at Y/n and Peter before walking the other way.

Y/n intertwines her fingers with Peters and pulls him near a tree.

“Come on, Mr. Parker. You owe me a birthday kiss.” Y/n giggles, pushing Peter against a tree.

Peter smirks at Y/n eagerness before pressing his lips with hers. Peter wraps his arms around Y/n’s waist, her arms are wrapped around his neck as they kiss one another as if they haven’t seen each other in such a long time.

Peter pinches Y/n lightly by the waist, causing her to giggle, taking it as the go signal to stick his tongue in her mouth, their kisses getting more heated by the minute.

“I missed you this morning.” Y/n whispers against Peter’s lips.

“I’m sorry. I’m here now, aren’t I?” Peter pulls away and smiles at Y/n.

“Well then, you better continue making it up to me, Parker.” Y/n giggles before leaving kisses on the neck, lightly nipping across his throat, making way towards his earlobe, biting it slightly.

Peter, clearly new to the idea of making out with a girl (a girl he really likes), feels himself getting excited, he shuffles his body slightly.

Y/n feels herself getting more turned on by Peter’s awkwardness, being the first girl to make him feel this way. Y/n takes Peter’s hands and drags them slightly lower, just a few inches above her bum.

Peter feels more excited but then remembers that they are in public, well in a shaded area, but still in a public setting.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” Y/n pulls away from his neck and peppers kisses on his face.

“Way to ruin the mood, Stark.” Peter chuckles before kissing Y/n lightly on the lips again.

“I know our 10 minutes are up.” Y/n grumbles.

“You and Ned are going to be there right? The Palm Court at 8?” Y/n inquires.

“After you defiled me by this very tree, I have no choice but to go there.” Peter laughs.

“Good.” Y/n smiles up at him, lovingly.

“Come on, I better bring you back home, Miss Stark.” Peter holds Y/n hand and kisses her on the forehead.

THE PALM COURT, Plaza Hotel

The Palm Court is covered with Hawaiian pieces from flowers, to straw skirts, different colored shells, coconuts, pineapples, and everything else that one can relate to Hawaii. A Hawaiian band begins to play a smooth tune that settles the mood of the party.

Y/n is wearing a pastel yellow halter cocktail dress made by Denise Martin-Blanchard and a pale pink Ralph and Russo heels dipped in rose gold.

“I love what you’ve done to this place, Y/n. Totally feels like the Four Seasons Maui.” Eliza gasps, the moment she walks into the venue, followed by Tina and Maddie.

A staff offers the three of them Hawaiian leis around their necks.

“Don’t you just love it? It was actually my dad who suggested this theme.” Y/n states proudly.

The guests are mainly Y/n classmates from Spence, some of them are from the junior and senior class, friends from Nightingale-Bamford, Chapin & Dalton, some of Tony’s friends from work, and of course the whole Stark gang.

“Happy Birthday, beautiful.” Ted Vanderbilt wraps his arms around Y/n’s waist from behind, surprising her.

Eliza, Tina, and Maddie look at one another knowingly. Did they miss out on a gossip session or was this not planned?

“Hi, Ted! So glad you could make it.” Y/n smiles at the blonde hottie, her hands moving on top of his arms and slowly removes them from her waist.

‘This is the first time he’s ever hugged me like this. What’s his deal?’ Y/n thinks to herself.

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Ted beams at Y/n, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“I have a surprise for you.” Ted puts out a Tiffany & Co box.

Y/n’s friends gasp.

“Oh my god... Ted.” Y/n sighs.

Meanwhile.....

“This is the coolest party I have ever been to.” Ned looks around and sighs in amazement.

“Welcome! Here are your leis. Please wear them at all times.” A staff member approaches Peter and Ned with Hawaiian leis being put around their necks.

“Thanks.” Peter smiles at the lady before she can walk away to entertain the other guests.

“What did you buy Y/n anyway?” Ned asks, looking down at the brown paper bag Peter was carrying.

“Oh... I found this cute little jewelry shop right outside our apartment building, so I decided to buy her a charm bracelet... It’s not much, it only cost me around 75 dollars. I bet her friends bought her designer shoes or something.” Peter replies, realizing that his gift totally sucked.

“I’m sure she’ll like it,” Ned assures his best friend.

“Oh hey look! There she is.” Ned says excitedly.

Peter sees Y/n from where Ned is pointing at. Y/n looks shocked at what Ted was holding. Peter notices the blue box instantly.

“Of course he bought her a gift from Tiffany’s,” Peter grumbles.

“Hey, dude! I’m just gonna go and get myself a coconut drink. I’ll catch up with you later.” Ned tells Peter before he can even protest.

Peter feels himself sinking deeper and deeper into oblivion. He feels completely and utterly humiliated.

‘How can I compete with a Vanderbilt? I’m sure his TIffany’s gift cost a fortune and it wouldn’t even hurt his trust fund.’ Peter thinks to himself.

Before he realizes what he’s doing, he finds himself running away from the party scene, walking out the double doors of the Plaza.

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thedappleddragon · 3 years

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haha here we go again

there's a lot of dumb ranting and 3 days worth of logs and a dream in here so im gonna spare evryone’s dashboard and just put it all under the cut.

tw bad memories, talk of unhealthy relations with food, and dreams about dead animals

I realized I kind of entirely forgot to write about what I did yesterday? I kind of did a lot. I know my mom wanted to work on getting tile laid out in front of her bathroom, so we worked together to scrub the concrete and wipe up all the dirt and dust and whatever was under the carpet and remove some of the nails in the floor and bring up a spiky metal strip between the bathroom door and where the carpet was. The other main thing I remember is deciding to continue work on my dress, sewing up the outer bodice, checking that the bodice and lining would fit together, deciding I’d rather have no different colored front panel, and working on the circle skirt. At first I tried cutting the fabric on my bed, but it wasn’t big enough and too lumpy. I contemplated asking my friends if I could borrow their dining table, but I ended up clearing off my own. After I traced and was in the middle of pinning, I accidentally knocked over a glass bowl that I had set on the chair. My mom heard it from the other room and had me come to her room to tell her what it was. She got angry at me, which I thought was fuckin stupid if it was an accident, but after some reflection while cleaning up the glass pieces, I kind of understood why. Mostly I got a little upset about 2 ceramic pieces I made during school breaking a little from the drop. One was a mushroom house from middle school that always makes me remember feeling like an asshole during peer review when I told my person to smooth their project more because I didn’t know “no improvement needed” was an option until I got back to my desk and saw my person saying it was good in all categories because everyone thought my project was great for some reason. The other was a bunch of flowers on a circle. It was the last project we did before quarantine hit, I think. That one is in less tough shape, just a couple flowers knocked off and a chip on one of them. They can both be glued back together, I guess. Then my mom called me back into her room to listen to her talk about wanting to eat huge amounts of food, because she’s clinically depressed with BPD and PTSD and DID and several other acronyms and her favorite coping mechanism is food, but her doctor put her on a diet so she can get her knees replaced, but recently she’s been getting into a zone where she talks about wanting to eat entire cakes and pizzas and buckets of kfc and a gallon of queso or whatever the fuck and she goes “doesn’t that sound GOOD?” And I have to laugh along and say “haha no that sounds bad actually” and get her a piece of ham or something. And every time she goes on her spiel the only thing I can think of is the greedy from the raggedy Ann and Andy musical. It’s just this horrible undulating orange blob that eats everything in sight and seeing it for the first time just made me think of mom and it made me very uncomfortable, with all the orange goo and hurling noises. Also reminds me of this horrible video game boss fight where it’s the apocalypse and a fat lady on a scooter took over the buffet and eats so much during her boss fight, during the defeat cutscene she projectile vomits everywhere and dies. My brother Greg showed me that thinking it was funny. I hated it, and I still do. He showed me a lot of things he thought were funny as a shitty little kid, and I remember several of them being very upsetting. It’s ok. I don’t want to dwell on it. But after cleaning the glass and talking to mom I brought my fabric to my room and called it a night. Oh wait my dad also helped me with some paperwork my coworker handed me so I could get on the payroll.

Today I woke up differently than I have in a long time. I set an alarm for 10 am so I could be at work by 11, but I woke up at 9 from a heavy sleep with dreams about hanging out with my friend in my room, worrying about my dirty house. I wanted to sleep longer, so I got up at 10 to have breakfast and get ready. I spent my shift changing the price tags all around the store, making everything more expensive. I’m gonna work again on Tuesday where I’ll learn how to use the register. I hope I don’t fuk it up, but I have a couple days to relax until then. Maybe I’ll work on my dress. My friends all want to go to prom together, so my new deadline will be March 2nd or a little before. I still need to buy a ticket, but I don’t have access to the link to buy one :( bleh I’m too tired right now to worry about this shit. I only worked 4 hours again today, but after I got home I felt like I could have worked longer if they gave me something else to do. The only price tags left to change were a bunch of grills and stuff I don’t know about but I don’t know if they had any other work for my to do. But I’m glad I went home tho because I was hungry and my feet hurt from standing lol. I did laundry and made myself dinner and washed my hair and drew a little bit and made the table and tbh the pacing of today has been so weird I don’t remember everything. It’s only 1am but I think I’m just gonna go to bed. my friends started talking about going to prom, and I really want to join them, but I can't figure out where/how to buy a ticket. my brain started being really mean to me, syaing that I was being annoying and pushy and that they didnt want me at prom for some reason, so I low-key almost made myself cry until my friend offered to let me be their platonic date since their partner couldn't go.

last night I had a dream about a hard video game where when you played it, the black shadow enemies would fight you in real life, and one of them left imprints on my arm in the shape of lego bricks. they could only attack you so long as you played the game, and they tried to capture people and you were supposed to save them. I decided it was my time to play, and I walked into my garage that had turned into a cave with bat-people fused into the wall. I paid them no mind as I rescued a girl who was my irl brother, grabbing her hand and pulling her into another versoin of my garage which was uncorrupted and normal looking. she thanked me, and I said it was no problem. then I tricked her, telling her not to trust so easily, as I became one of the shadow enemies and engulfed her in a black sack, trapping her and leaving the room. I came back a couple minutes later, letting him free (now my brain told me he was my brother) telling him I just wanted to know if I was capable of tricking him, and didnt actually want to kill him or whatever. another big chunk of my dream was taken up by me, my sister, and my dad visiting a run down petting zoo/gamestop. the petting zoo barn was very dark with low ceilings with lots of rabbits and pigs and hay. one of us accidentally killed either a pig or a tiger right next to the exit door, and I had to slink around the gamester trying to distract the owner and keep him from going in the barn and escaping at the same time. I dont remember how it ended, other than me waking up with a sore throat from breathing so deeply through my nose. I had slept on my stomach wit my pillow in my face so I could hardly breathe, and even after I woke up I felt like I wasnt getting enough air. I HATE that feeling, I always felt like I was suffocating in middle school for some reason. I thinkk somethings wrong with my airway but im not gonna do anything about it. im gonna continue to spend 80% of my day laying down so my resting heart rate and breathing speed is slower than an goddamn sloth. whatever.

right now as im laying in bed typing this I feel utterly unpoductive but I KNOW I did SOME shit today. but yeah mostly I relaxed. I worked on my dress, removing and replacing the blue front panel. I lost my exacto knife somewhere so I went to dollar tree to get a knockoff, along with snacks for mom and my sister. the blades aren't as sharp as exacto, but I still know where the name brands blades are so maybe Ill try and see if they're compatible. when I open the package everything was oily and gross, so I washed everything off with soap and water before I used them to cut the threads of the panel seams. I could have used my seam ripper but I wanted to get a replacement craft knife anyway. its kinda neat that it came with 6 different shaped blades for different crafts :) but uhh I also cut out the other half of the circle skirt of the dress, and I have a bunch of extra fabric left over. probably enough to make a whole other bodess if I wanted too. I used my sewing machine to attach the new front panel, and I was hoping to get more sewing done tonight, but when I asked my sister if it was ok for me to use my sewing machine (it right next to the wall between our rooms so she can hear it from there) she said she was going to bed soon so I just attatched the front panel and called it a night. so that kinda sucked. I still have another day tomorrow before I have to work again, and I can still work on my dress on Tuesday after work. idk why my brain thinks that one 4 hour shift is gonna take up my entire day lmao. I just have to get the whole thing done by may 2nd. GOD that reminds me, im gonna be so busy next month. I have six events back to back happening like every other day, plus work. oof. I'll have to let my boss know, but idk If that's gonna make him mad. I've already got pretty comfortable with the lady in charge of the garden center who’s taken lead position while the manager is on vacation, but I dont think I;ll every understand my boss. he’s a sarcastic busy old man and NOT AT ALL approachable. whatever. really the only other tings I did today were drink a shit ton of water play harvest moon, spend too much time on tiktok, and sraw a couple dum things for my friends’ princess au. I fucking HATE the drawing I did for Anna, so I designed her a secondary outfit more inspired by sky pirate bohemian vibes, since she rules over the floating islands. idk if I'll replace her old outfit with the new one in the lineup or just re-draw her old one with better shapes and composition and match the style better or what. I just need it changed eventually becasuse it looks like ass. tbh now that ve taken a little bit of time away from the princess au, there are a couple designs im not 100% satisfied with. but I know that if I go back and make them more detailed or whatever the’ll be more of a hassle to draw and aslkdfhalksdf I dont know anymore. I'm still tied up about color pallets and trying to give everyone a distinct color, and im a little upset it doesn't quite work, and FUCK dude the edgy one’s lore and character are weird and I kind of want to revise it to make it a little nicer but its not my character and I need to stop shoving my dirty little mitts into everyone’s ocs and AHAGHRGHGARGHHG idk man. her power is necromancy and she has a skeleton army, which I think I kinda cool, but I also think it would be neat if her powers extended beyond just that to communing with the dead, helping them find rest, and THEN maybe it can branch into helping fallen soldiers fight again to help them with unfinished buisness. and then if she goes feral and starts abusing her powers, she ignores all the communication and concent with the dead and instead magically rips them from thr ground to do her bidding and they’re uncontrollable and violent and aimless, just like her mind slipping from the magical blight infecting her. idk man we’re till working on a lot of lore. her concept could be SO COOL with just that little bit of extra thought, but so far it’s just MY POWER IS DEATH IM SO EDGY. ugh I know its fuckin rude to bash your friends oc ideas and I might be too overbearing and controlling of this au but dammit im tired and im mean sometimes and my ego is through the goddamn roof and im so sexy and im always right and my meat is huge. ah shit I rpomised my friend I would help her with character design for the dead king but I was busy when she firat asked me and now im not busy but im not doing it ugh. im just frustrated right now because I spent wayyyy to fuckin long just laying in bed watching tikotks and youtube and playing harvest moon an doing jack shit all day. but hey at least I attempted to get a new social security card again today. and them promptly gave up when they said my adress was invalid. again. I feel like im in an uncomfortable medium between having no plans and worrying about the future and having too many plans all the time oh my god. ive been so focused on getting a job and then having a job and making this dress I completely forgot about college shit. thankfully there's no hard deadlines coming up that I haven't already finished. whatever I dont really want to worry about all this hit right now, im just gonna take it one day at a time. (haha it feels like my angel oc just stepped in. how nice of him :) )

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #April 2021 daily #2021 daily

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xxprincessjewelsxx · 7 years

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A Dangerous Game (Suho Mafia!au fic) Bonus Chapter - The Fate Of Jinwoo

Warnings: None

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15(M), Ch. 16, Ch. 17(M), Ch. 18, Ch. 19, Ch. 20, Ch. 21, Ch. 22, Bonus Chapter

“I will never…ever…let monsters like you near him again!”

It had been almost a month since I said that back in that warehouse; whether or not I would be able to keep my promise...both of my promises was still yet to be seen.

Every time he would see me buy something for Jinwoo for “his” room Junmyeon would remind me that he couldn’t stay and he thought he may have found a safe place for him to go. “I know you promised that you wouldn’t leave him, but I told you at the beginning he wouldn’t be able to stay...”

I couldn’t tell if he was telling me that because he was trying to get me to break my attachment from Jinwoo...or his own.

“Myeon...will you open this for me?” Jinwoo questioned holding up his Marvel Lego set that he hadn’t gotten to play with yet.

Junmyeon looked away from the TV at the sound of the name that Jinwoo had given him due to the fact that the four year old sometimes had a hard time with ‘Junmyeon’. “Sure buddy,” he said taking the box from him and opening it for him.

“Build something with me!” Jinwoo said excitedly pulling on his arm, “Please, please, pleeeeeeeeeease!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll build something with you....”

That wasn’t the first time that he built something with Legos with him or played anything with him for that matter. The others were beginning to get attached as well.

Minseok, that giant pain in my ass, was surprisingly very good with children and never minded when Jinwoo asked him to play with him.

Lay taught him how to “properly bandage a booboo” when he tripped and scrapped his knee.

Baekhyun was teaching him how to play video games (on my orders....okay yelling I made sure they were child safe) and was also teaching him how to build a toy car out of spare remote parts (Junmyeon wasn’t thrilled about that one).

Chen had taught him some “punny” jokes and also offered to start on swimming lessons when Jinwoo saw the guys going to the pool and he wanted to go too.

Chan was Jinwoo’s giant jungle gym and loved sitting up on his shoulders. Must to my dismay, but I couldn’t deny that at the same time it sadly could come in hand in the future. Chan also taught him a couple of self defense moves that were easy enough for a child but could help him get away from someone should he be in a situation that he had too.

Kyungsoo was the complete wild card of the group; I would find him along side the others playing cops and robbers with Jinwoo, full out imaginary mode.

Kai was teaching him trying to teach him to play cards, but then resorted to using the cards to help Jinwoo with his counting.

and Sehun was trying to teach the boy how basically be a pickpocket.

“I started out picking people’s pockets and I turned out just fine....”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that with a straight face.”

I was beginning to worry though, as soon as Junmyeon began to get close to Jinwoo or saw any of us getting closer, he would try and reiterate that Jinwoo wasn’t staying.

But it wasn’t until I had school catalogs did alarm bells start to go off for me. It was closing in on September and school didn’t start until march, but since Jinwoo (from what the birth certificate Baek found said) was getting ready to turn five, preschool was on the horizon and though there was a probably chance of turf war. Education was important.

“What are you doing?” Junmyeon said when he saw the catalogs on the table.

“Looking at preschools,” I replied.

“Why?” he questioned.

“Because there is a small child on the premises,” I replied, “If none of these school have enough security than I’ll just teach him myself.”

“Y/N....” he started, resting his hands on the back of the couch, “When I told you he wasn’t staying...I wasn’t lying about that.”

There was something different about his tone this time that made every alarm bell that I had in my body go off. Looking at him I saw the seriousness on his face and I shook my head. “Junmyeon please....”

“I found a place where he will be safe...” he said.

There was a resounding smack in the room within moment of him saying this. “How dare you!” I yelled at him as I pounded on his chest, “You wiped away tears! You scared away monsters! You played make-believe and read bedtime stories! For god sake’s you checked on him when ever you got home and he was already asleep! And now you’re just going to give him away like none of that mattered?!”

He pulled me close as I angrily sobbed into his chest. “I’m doing this...I’m doing this so he doesn’t have the same life as us...” What he was saying was more him convincing himself than anything and I hated him for that.

“Y/N?”

I didn’t want to look at Jinwoo...I didn’t want to look at the small boy that I had come to love so much when I knew that he was going to be taken away from me.

“Y/N, why are you crying?” Jinwoo questioned.

I finally managed to look over my shoulder and saw Jinwoo standing there holding Minseok’s hand. Minseok was looking at his feet with a look that resembled that of shame. And Jinwoo...he was dressed to leave.

“Are you sad that I’m going on a trip?” he questioned.

I pushed Junmyeon away and ran over and pick Jinwoo up and held him close. “I can’t let you do this, Junmyeon...I just...please don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N...it better this way,” he said, “Minseok...”

Minseok didn’t move and just shook his head, not listening to his boss. “I can’t...” he said, “You want to do this, you have to do it yourself.”

He was hesitant but Junmyeon walked over and took a very confused Jinwoo from me. “What’s going on, Myeon?”

“You’re going on a trip buddy...just like I said,” Junmyeon replied.

“Don’t do this!” I said, chasing after them, “Please don’t!” As I ran I tripped on the corner of the area rug in the dining room and watched as the elevator doors began to slide shut.

“Wait Myeon! Y/N fell! We have to check on her!” Jinwoo said, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

After the doors completely slid closed I stayed on the floor and cried. ‘I hate you...I hate you so much, Kim Junmyeon.’

~Junmyeon~

“How come Y/N was crying? And why couldn’t she come with me on the trip?” Jinwoo questioned, his small legs swinging in the booster seat that Yixing had bought for him.

“As a doctor, I can’t consciously let you drive around town with a four year old, know that he is not in a proper booster seat....”

“Y/N doesn’t like that you’re going on this trip...that’s why,” he replied.

“How come?” Jinwoo questioned.

Children were so full of questions, especially Jinwoo. After a while he quit asking questions about when his mother would be coming back and his questions turned more to the things happening in his surroundings. Which is one of the reasons why he felt it was best that Jinwoo not be around EXO. He was questioning things like why Chan’s knuckles were bruised, why they all had guns, why him and Y/N couldn’t just go to the park, why Chen smelled like “icky lady perfume” and was covered in glitter...

Things that a child didn’t need to question....things a child didn’t need answers to. Things Junmyeon didn’t want to have to explain to him; Y/N misunderstood how he was feeling. He didn’t want to give him up, he didn’t want Jinwoo stuck in the same situation that they were.

He was twelve when he ran away from home, spent three years alone on the streets, fending for himself until he met Minseok and they decided that they were done taking shit from the thugs in the streets. They weren’t going to be victims; you could say EXO were a bunch of misfits who decided that they weren’t going to let anyone bring them down and slowly they found themselves in class with the Mafias. Guns, drugs, women, money...all of it. Junmyeon loved the power that he had, he even craved it and craved more of it.

But he didn’t want Jinwoo to find himself in a situation He wanted him to end up in a normal happy home, unlike either of the ones he or Y/N had. Sure Y/N could probably make Jinwoo smile everyday...but there were so many dangerous that would lay below the surface, how long would that happiness last.

“Myeon...can I ask you something?” Jinwoo questioned.

Junmyeon looked at him through the rear view mirror. “Yeah, of course.”

“My mommy isn’t ever coming back to get me...is she?” he questioned, “Y/N won’t tell me...but she’s not coming back, is she?”

“No...she’s not,” he replied frowning.

“Oh...can I ask you something else?”

“Mmhmm...”

“Do you think Y/N would be upset if I asked if she could be my new mommy?”

Junmyeon’s foot almost slammed down on the break in surprise but he couldn’t bring himself to answer. Of course Jinwoo would ask something like that when he was trying to deal with one of the toughest decisions that he had made in a very long time.

Pulling into the parking lot of the home for boys that he had managed to find that had a very good reputation of being a safe environment for the boys who ended up there, he was now more conflicted then ever.

“Is this a school? Y/N said that school doesn’t start until March....” Jinwoo said.

“It’s uh...almost something like that...” Junmyeon lied before getting out of the car and retrieving him from the back seat.

At the door he was greeted by a woman in her mid-forties. “You must be Mr. Kim...and you must be little Jinwoo,” she said with a smile.

That smile did nothing for the aching feeling that Junmyeon had in his chest.

“Is this a school?” Jinwoo questioned again.

“Well you will get schooling while you’re here, but you’re going to live here,” the woman said.

“What?” Jinwoo questioned with big eyes before looking at Junmyeon, “But I want to stay with you.”

“I know buddy...but...but it’s safer if you go with her,” Junmyeon said, managing to pull Jinwoo off of him and hand him to the woman.

“I’ll promise he’ll be safe here,” the woman said, trying to keep a grasp on the struggling and crying Jinwoo.

Junmyeon did everything he could to try and tune out the sobs and cries of Jinwoo as he headed towards the door. Y/N had been right; he wiped away tears, scared away monsters, read bedtime stories and played make-believe with Jinwoo. But this was all for the-

“DADDY!”

Any of the reasoning that Junmyeon may have tried to use went out the window in an instant and he found himself pulling Jinwoo out of the woman’s arms.

“Mr. Kim?!” the woman said in surprise as she looked at the man that was now kneeling on the ground comforting and apologizing to the small child in front of him.

In front of her was not “The Leader of EXO”, “Suho”, or even just a man who was a gangster....in front of her was a man who had unintentionally become a father to a boy when he needed that love and care the most.

“Mr. Kim...you already handed him over, I’m going to have to-”

“Twenty-five thousand dollars....”

“Excuse me?!”

“You give me the paper work for adoption, me and my fiance will sign and I will fax it back to you along with twenty-five thousand dollars in whatever bank account you choose, as long as I can take him home tonight.”

The woman just stared at him. “I...”

~Y/N~

I laid on my bed staring out the window. I was never going to talk to Junmyeon over again...for as long as I lived. ‘I wonder how far I’d get if I ran away....’

There was a knock on the door and I just pretended to be asleep instead of answering, hoping that whoever it was would get the point and go away. But they didn’t and the door opened. I waited for them to realize that I was “asleep” but was tackled by a small body.

“Wake up! Wake up! Daddy was so mean to me and gave me to some lady and said that I was going to go live with you instead of with you and him!”

My eyes snapped open. “Jinwoo!” I said, pulling him close to me and kissing all over his cheeks causing him to giggle, “Wait...daddy?”

“Yeah...you and Myeon are my new mommy and daddy...that’s okay, right?!” he questioned.

I looked at Junmyeon who had a very guilty look on his face. That had gotten to him, he had tried to lie to himself about his attachment and tried to distance himself from Jinwoo...but in the end in the end Junmyeon had fallen into a roll he never meant to. We all had...

“Of course it is sweetie,” I said kissing the top of his head.

“Jinwoo...I saw Chanyeol in the living room when we got here...why don’t you go see if he’ll play with you,” Junmyeon said.

“Alright!” he said before running from the room.

Once he was out of ear shot I looked at Junmyeon. “You’re a dirty rotten bastard, you know that, right?”

He nodded. “I am fully aware of that and that’s why...” he stopped and walked over, holding out a file folder.

I took it and looked inside. “Adoption Agreement?” I said, looking over the document and seeing his signature already at the bottom, “You already signed...”

“This dirty rotten bastard couldn’t say goodbye,” he said, “I thought I was a tough guy turns out I’m just-mmph.”

He was cut off by me grabbing his face and kissing him. When I finally pulled away from him we were both out of breath. “You’re a dirty rotten bastard, but you did a very good thing by bringing him home,” I said before kissing him again, “Thank you.”

We continued to kiss until he suddenly pulled away. “Sign this real quick, I have to fax it,” he said, holding out the document and a pen. I quickly signed and he rushed from the room before momentarily popping his head back in. “When I get back, you and I are doing this right?” he questioned, pointing back and forward between us. I raised an eye brow at him and he just shook him head. “You know what, nevermind...I’ll go fax this and when I get back, we’ll lock the door and see what happens,” he said before disappearing.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. What ever did happen next, I was just happy that Jinwoo was back home...and have everyone back together.

I hope you didn’t think that I was going to forget about Jinwoo. Was his fate what you were expecting?

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