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darth-mortem · 2 months
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Here is the next text from my English lessons about Ghost, Soap and König.
Suddenly, a baby appears on the doorstep of König’s house. The note states that she’s his daughter, and now he has to take care of her. König doesn't know anything about children, so he calls Ghost and Soap for help. 1138 words.
Ghost and König’s relationship has a bro vibe in my headcanons. They’re brothers in arms, in love with guns, and in other sick shit.
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The phone woke up Ghost half an hour before the wake-up call. He yawned, pulled out of Soap’s embrace tight even in a sleep, and picked up his cell phone. König’s photo flashed on the screen. So Simon sighed and answered the call.
“Hey, what’s up, bro?” He asked, looking at sleepy Johnny and stroking his disheveled mohawk.
“I have a problem,” the Austrian answered nervously. “A very big problem.”
König told that he was awakened by the doorbell. He was on leave now and spent his time in a small house on the outskirts of Manchester that he rented. König chose this city to meet Ghost and Soap, who were also on leave now. So, he got up from the bed, opened the door, and saw a baby carrier basket with a little child inside. There was also a note from which the Austrian learned that this baby was his. König immediately remembered a woman he had dated several times last year. One day she disappeared without warning, so the Austrian didn’t look for her. And now she found him herself and wanted him to take care of the child he had made, but about which he didn’t know until this moment. The note also said that the baby’s name was Margaret, had a short list of her allergies, and told König when her mother would be back to pick her up.
“So, you have a very small problem, not a big one," Ghost said cheerfully when König ended his story.
“It’s not funny!” The Austrian exclaimed tragically. “I have no idea what to do with it! With her!”
“Calm down, bro,” the lieutenant said, looking at Johnny, who had woken up and listened carefully to the conversation because Simon had turned on the speakerphone. “Hold on, we’re on our way.”
“Oh, Danke! Danke schön!” König shouted and hung up.
“Well,” Soap said, stretching sweetly and getting out from under the covers, “let’s go ‘n’ help yer brother, luv.”
Johnny had experience taking care of babies because he had two younger sisters, so he ordered Simon to drive to the store before going to König. He and Ghost bought baby formula, a bottle, diapers, and some toys. It didn’t take long, but when they finally got to König, he was in despair.
“She screams and cries non-stop!” The Austrian said, holding the baby. “Ich verstehe nicht what’s she wants!”
“How dae ye hold her?!” Soap was outraged, stretching out his hands. “Gimme th' baby, now!”
König fulfilled this order immediately, and then, together with Ghost, he looked at little Margaret, who stopped crying in Johnny’s gentle arms.
“She’s wet,” Soap said strictly, “and hungry. Si, go tae th’ kitchen and prepare baby formula ‘n’ a bottle. And ye, König, go wi’ me. I’ll show ye how tae change diapers.”
The Austrian looked at Ghost and saw that he nodded. So he sighed heavily and followed Johnny reluctantly. He absolutely didn’t want to mess around with diapers, but he knew he had to learn. So he promised himself to do whatever Sergeant MacTavish said.
Margaret calmed down as soon as she was washed and changed. Soap showed König how to hold a baby correctly, and she didn’t cry in her father’s arms anymore. The little girl clung to the Austrian’s finger with her tiny hands and carefully looked around with her blue eyes.
“Well, now you can give her a bottle,” Johnny said when they came to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, he and Simon watched as König carefully held his little daughter and the bottle of baby formula. Lieutenant Riley hugged the sergeant, who rested his head on Ghost’s shoulder and smiled, looking at the huge Austrian. The child was only slightly larger than his palm, which he held her in.
“What do ye think, Lt.,” Johnny said quietly, “will we ever hae th’ same little one?”
“Why not?” Simon looked at him, and the sergeant saw that his eyes squinted through the opening of his skull balaclava, as always happened when he smiled.
“Hey, guys,” König whispered, giving Soap no chance to reply, “eine kleine Blume seems to have fallen asleep.”
The three of them put Margaret to sleep in her carrier basket, and Johnny sat down and started to write a list of everything the Austrian had to buy for his baby. Then he, as the most knowledgeable person in childcare, sent Ghost and König to the store and stayed in the house with the little sleepy girl.
"So, when’ll her mother come back?” The lieutenant asked when they got into the car and smoked before leaving.
“In two weeks,” König answered, looking at him. “How do you think, bro, is it normal that I want to… I don’t know; maybe spend more time with Margaret in the future? It seems that I love her, but it’s illogical, ‘cause I see her for the first time in my life.”
“Don’t be silly." Ghost started the car and drove out onto the road. “She’s your daughter; of course you love her. I think you should get joint custody of her.”
“I’ll try!” The Austrian nodded, but then his eyes were filled with sadness. “But I’m the sick bastard; who’ll entrust me with the baby?”
“You are,” confirmed the lieutenant, “but all TF 141 will vouch for you. And your commander has to write a good recommendation for you. And maybe Hong Jin? Where is he?”
“On a mission,” König sighed. “He’ll come back in four or five days. I haven’t told him about Margaret yet.”
The Austrian started a relationship with Horangi three months ago, and the Korean didn’t know much about his previous life. Despite this, Ghost thought that everything will be all right about what he said to his friend.
When they returned from the store, the baby was still asleep, and König offered his assistants to drink a glass of peach schnapps. They settled in the living room and sat for a while, drinking and talking about their service, missions, and novelties in the arms industry.
“Well, call us if you’ll need help,” Johnny said when he and Simon said goodbye to König. He nodded, shook their hands, and they went to the car. The Austrian looked at his friends and closed the door to his house. He was still worried, but now he was confident that he’ll cope with the challenge that fate threw at him.
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nctyena · 1 year
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Rock Climbing 🧗‍♂️🧗‍♀️ This is JOHNNY'S Climbing Center (with YN) | Johnny's Communication Center (JCC) Ep. 30
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*Italics are in English.
"Hello everybody. Welcome to another episode of Johnny's Communication Center. JCC. Today, we're here...if you look at my clothes, you can kind of tell. We're gonna do some activities, or an activity. And that is called 'rock climbing'. I'm very excited today..."
Johnny kept speaking about what he was about to do until a wild Yena was seen at the back, stretching. Pretending not to be aware of the camera nor the tall boy.
"Wait, I know this girl. Hello,hello do I know you?"
She made a shocked expression and got up.
"Ah, sunbaenim I was waiting for you. I'm a member of NCT too."
"Really? How come I not know you?"
"I am a mysterious person."
"So, as you can see Yena is the guest of the video."
"Hello JCC."
"It's the name of the show, their name is Joh-fam."
They both greeted the instructor. He gave them right shoes for the exercise.
"I'm not wearing socks right now, is it okay?"
"Yah, don't show them on camera."
She blocked the way while Johnny was changing his shoes.
"Today, you're going to do sport climbing."
"Oh, are there different types of climbing?"
"Yes, there are three types of climbing. Speed climbing, lead climbing, its aim is to climb as high on the wall as possible. The last one is what you're going to do today."
"Seonsaeng-nim, can I climb on that wall?"
"That one is for lead climbing."
"I'm gonna watch Johnny oppa first,then."
Yena was mimicking the moves Johnny was doing but without the climbing. For a while she was just watching and cheering on Johnny, on the side. Then for a second she was gone. He noticed it and asked the camera to shoot her.
She was climbing on another wall that was higher.
"Is she allowed?"
He shrugged to his own question.
"Yena! You're gonna get scolded."
"That feels so high, help me please!"
They laughed at her voice because they were expecting her to be confident.
Then the instructor helped her down and she continued to watch Johnny while sitting down on the mat.
"Johnny is doing great, everyone. Watch him."
"I think he is even showing off a little."
When Johnny was lying on the mat to take a breath, she run to him and tried to massage his arms and legs. But that only ended up him laughing uncontrollably and even the instructor.
"Go on Johnny, you can do it. You are the best."
"You tired me more."
"No, I helped you."
"Okay, thank you."
At last, they both decided to try the hardest level.
"...And this is the hardest, I just want to show you guys how it feels. It's going to be a challenge. If I get it, I'm just, meant to climb, I guess. Yena's going to try with me this time. Let's go."
They "tried" a few times but couldn't even get close to doing it. She asked him to help her so she could also be seen cool.
"You carry me through here, then we'll edit you out. Okay?"
"We don't have that kind of technology."
"Are we poor now?"
"We will edit this one though."
...
"...I'm a little tired but I didn't notice until now, I guess. If you guys are ever curious about rock climbing, you guys should just try. Because it's actually really fun. Yena? Say goodbye in English then we'll end it."
"I was better than Johnny in his own video, but he is still cool. It was fun thank you Johnny."
"Anyways, Joh-fam, try it out. Thank you for checking out this new episode of JCC. I went rock climbing with Yena, I did really well till the pink one. I don't know what Yena did. I'll see you next time, bye!"
"Goodbye, Joh-fam."
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wardenred · 7 months
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Sapphic September 3: 3 AM
Pretty much a free writing exercise, I guess.
The familiar ringtone I haven't heard in six months rips through the silence of my apartment. Shabby, my ancient cat, twitches an ear in her sleep and stretches, pushing the phone off its usual charging place on the edge of my mattress. On the floor, it continues singing the song of the past, and I should really pick it up—the phone, not the call, any wise person would simply ignore the call—but I'm frozen.
"Meow," Shabby says. Her eyes are still closed, but her annoyance is apparent. I nearly fall out of my desk chair as I scramble up, then down on my knees. I stare at the phone screen. The initial followed by a sparkling heart emoji blinks back at me. I remember changing that heart to a broken one on the evening of our oh so amicable break-up, then deciding I was being too dramatic and refusing to save the change.
The song goes on and on, an old melancholy tune with a trace of hope in it. Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You. What did I ever expect, really, with a song like that to serve as our romantic theme? She all but warned me on the very first night when I heard her sing in that dumb karaoke bar for the first time.
Behind the paper-thin wall, a neighbor coughs. I draw a breath. The last two brain cells I possess vote unanimously for tapping Dismiss, and like the fool that I am, I go for Accept instead.
"Yes?" I've got the perfect excuse for my shaky voice, for how long it's taken me to respond. Just look at the time!
"Hey you." She dares to sound just like herself, like all these months of distance have never happened, and I think I'll never breathe again. Consider me dead. "So what are you doing awake at 3 AM for the fifth night in a row?"
"How do you—"
"I can see you online on Discord. And Facebook. And basically everywhere."
Oh. Right. We're still friends on basically everywhere. Messengers, socials, she's on every contact list I have. I'd lie if I said I don't still waste unreasonable chunks of time just staring at her userpic, the same across all of the Internet. A photo I took with a filter she applied. Except I don't see her online all that often, and when I do, it's always with some stupid red status icon. Busy. Away. Do Not Disturb.
"I ran into your friend Maggie tonight," she continues,as if this was a perfectly normal conversation. "She said you’re dating her brother."
"Uh." That's not quite true. John and I have agreed to go on a date. Next week. It hasn't even happened yet. In truth, I'm not sure I want it to happen. Maybe I will conveniently get sick right around Friday evening. Or there might be a food poisoning. Or a sprained ankle. Normally, I prefer excuses focused on last-minute work projects I couldn't say no to, because I have this stupid conviction it makes me look like a responsible adult. Alas, those don't fly so well on the weekends.
"Don't do that," she says. "I don't want you to."
Such a simple request, worded so confidently, like she has any right whatsoever to dictate what happens in my life. The life she's no longer even a part of.
I can't help but laugh at the sheer audacity. Shabby opens one yellow eye and peers at me in such abject displeasure I am forced to reach out and give her all the pats to compensate for the inconvenience.
In a certain light, her eyes look yellow, too, though they never lost their green. Like an autumn lake with golden leaves floating over murky waters, illuminated by the last rays of sunset.
"So?"
"So?.." I repeat after her.
"You won't do that, right?"
"Darling," and I meant to use her name, I swear I meant to, but the usual endearment flows way too easily of my lips. "I don't think you get a say in what I do or don't do any longer."
"Well, no one else is running an intervention, so I kind of have to!"
"What on earth makes you think I need an intervention?!"
"Duh. You own stupid plan? Come on. You don't even like guys most of the time."
"Some of the time I like them just fine," I counter. "And it's John. He's—he's sweet."
"If you ever liked John that way, you would have both gone for it a long time ago.”
He likes me that way, though. He has for a while. And that's why I should feel guilty for how the chances of me getting food poisoning on Friday are plummeting down. I kind of want to go out with John now. Just to give her an excuse to run more interventions.
This is reckless. Twisted. Not like me at all.
All the things she's always brought out in me.
"You won't go, will you?"
"Why are you up at 3 AM on the weekday stalking my socials?"
Neither of us gets an answer we want.
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princeofgod-2021 · 1 year
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LIGHT OF LIFE 262
John 1:4
CULTURE & TRADITION 28: WHOM SHALL WE SEND 9?
1Pe 1:18 Forasmuch as ye know that YE WERE NOT REDEEMED WITH CORRUPTIBLE THINGS, as silver and gold, FROM YOUR VAIN CONVERSATION RECEIVED BY TRADITION FROM YOUR FATHERS; KJV
Having done with Elijah’s Rapture, let’s consider a few more points under Impeccability before we move on.
Firstly, you must never take the matter of the gospel PERSONAL; don’t preach with SENTIMENTS.
Isa 53:7 "He was treated harshly, but endured it humbly; HE NEVER SAID A WORD. Like a lamb about to be slaughtered, like a sheep about to be sheared, HE NEVER SAID A WORD. GNB
1Pe 2:23 To sharp words HE GAVE NO SHARP ANSWER; when he was undergoing pain, NO ANGRY WORD CAME FROM HIS LIPS; but he put himself into the hands of the judge of righteousness: BBE
Part of your integrity demands that the only noise you make is in defense of the truth, not of yourself.
Jesus said not a word, when he was insulted or to be killed but always spoke out against sin and evil.
Joh 2:14-167 He found those who were selling cattle, sheep, and pigeons in the temple courtyard. He also found moneychangers sitting there. HE MADE A WHIP FROM SMALL ROPES AND THREW EVERYONE with their sheep and cattle out of the temple courtyard. He dumped the moneychangers' coins and knocked over their tables. He told those who sold pigeons, "PICK UP THIS STUFF, AND GET IT OUT OF HERE! STOP MAKING MY FATHER'S HOUSE A MARKETPLACE!" HIS DISCIPLES REMEMBERED THAT SCRIPTURE SAID, "DEVOTION FOR YOUR HOUSE WILL CONSUME ME." GW
His disciples “saw” in Him a Devotion to God’s House. If His motive had been personal or sentimental, they would likewise have seen that.
Stop saying they are judging you over your pride and misdemeanours; just do what is right, please.
Elisha just healed Jericho but destroyed 42 children for calling him baldhead.
Imagine what that does to evangelization in that town. Think of what the parents of those children have to say about God.
2Ki 2:23-24 Elisha left and headed toward Bethel. Along the way some boys started making fun of him by shouting, "Go away, baldy! Get out of here!" ELISHA TURNED AROUND AND STARED AT THE BOYS. THEN HE CURSED THEM IN THE NAME OF THE LORD. Right away two bears ran out of the woods and ripped to pieces forty-two of the boys. CEV
He didn’t know he was being tested over the power he’d [freshly] received, just like Satan tested Jesus after the 40-day fast.
Satan either wants us to use God’s power to vent our anger and destroy lives…
Luk 4:3-4 The devil said to him, “IF YOU ARE THE SON OF GOD, COMMAND THIS STONE TO BECOME BREAD.” Jesus answered him, “It is written, ‘Man does not live by bread alone.’” NET
Or he wants us to use God’s power as tool for personal gratification and pleasure.
Worst case: he wants us to use power for defense of our personality and pride.
Do you remember Elijah here?
2Ki 1:10 And Elijah in answer said to the captain of fifty, IF I AM A MAN OF GOD, MAY FIRE COME DOWN FROM HEAVEN ON YOU AND ON YOUR FIFTY MEN, AND PUT AN END TO YOU. Then fire came down from heaven and put an end to him and his fifty men. BBE
Elijah freshly received the Power to wield Fire, which he used to “convict” the people of sin, but now used it to destroy lives.
Did you notice the line: “if you are the son/man of God” from Jesus to Elijah?
I must emphasize: Elijah got the people into trouble over sentiments.
Do you know how many times Elijah said: “I alone am prophet?” (I Kg 18:22; 19:10,14). 3 times: twice to God, once to the people.
1Ki 19:10 He said, “I HAVE BEEN VERY JEALOUS FOR THE LORD, the God of hosts. For the people of Israel have forsaken your covenant, thrown down your altars, and killed your prophets with the sword, AND I, EVEN I ONLY, AM LEFT, AND THEY SEEK MY LIFE, to take it away.” ESV
Let me shock you beloved: did you notice from scriptures, that the Ahab, who was main culprit and marked for destruction, actually got mercy to delay the judgment on his family till beyond his time?
1Ki 21:27-29 When Elijah finished speaking, Ahab tore his clothes, took them off, and put on sackcloth. He refused food, slept in the sackcloth, and went about gloomy and depressed. The LORD said to the prophet Elijah, "Have you noticed how Ahab has humbled himself before me? Since he has done this, I WILL NOT BRING DISASTER ON HIM DURING HIS LIFETIME; IT WILL BE DURING HIS SON'S LIFETIME THAT I WILL BRING DISASTER ON AHAB'S FAMILY." GNB
Maybe you need to read the most terrible account about who this Ahab was before God again.
1Ki 21:25-26 (THERE HAD NEVER BEEN ANYONE LIKE AHAB, who was firmly committed to doing evil in the sight of the LORD, URGED ON BY HIS WIFE JEZEBEL. He was so wicked he worshiped the disgusting idols, just like the Amorites whom the LORD had driven out from before the Israelites.) NET
Yet, that same Ahab received God’s mercy for the rest of his life, but the people, whom Elijah had sentimentally implicated, suffered grievously after Ahab died, with no mercy nor reversal of judgment.
Luk 9:53-55 And they did not receive Him, because His face was going toward Jerusalem. And seeing, His disciples James and John said, LORD, DO YOU DESIRE THAT WE COMMAND FIRE TO COME DOWN FROM HEAVEN AND CONSUME THEM, EVEN AS ELIJAH DID? But He turned and rebuked them and said, YOU DO NOT KNOW OF WHAT SPIRIT YOU ARE. MKJV
Have you noticed that Jesus never used real fire in all His Ministration amongst people, though John said he would baptize with Holy Ghost and Fire?
The fire was for burning the “chaff” within their souls, not for destroying their lives.
The strongest men in Ministry don’t use or rely on force, but on love.
1Sa 2:9 He protects his holy people. He keeps them from stumbling. But evil people will be destroyed. They will fall in the darkness. Their power won't help them win. ERV
When SENTIMENTS set in, the weak, lost and innocent suffer instead of the wicked; the fire meant for Jezebel ends up consuming innocent soldiers.
You won’t make the mistake, in Jesus name, Amen.
Come back on Wednesday for more digging into this intriguing subtopic.
Keep Shinning!
Brother Prince
Monday, October 10, 2022
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welldonekhushi · 3 years
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To Love An Indian | Tony Stark x Desi!Reader
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Summary: The reader is a desi woman who was appointed as an assistant by Tony Stark. How will your relationship with the billionaire genius go?
Warnings: All fluff, used Hindi language! Translations are available.
Word Count: 2,914
The special fact about you was, being an Indian was something common about when you live in a western country.
Mostly migrate to other places for finding a job, same as you. Never believed once in your life, you're going to get a job of an assistant. For a billionaire genius, and a superhero.
Everyone in your family was so happy about it, at least they have expectations that their daughter will finally make her name and earn. Maybe find someone special that you find to be perfect in your life?
Your mom and dad always worked hard for you for a better future and lifestyle. They never been so happier when they found out you were being appointed for a job in America. They felt so successful and proud for making their daughter educated enough to send her further.
Your flight was tomorrow, but the nervousness just kicks inside that how would your interview go. It was actually Tony Stark, the genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist. You can't even mess up with him. But, there was one thing which bugged you about, a tingly feeling.
You remember him since the day when the world was saved from the Chitauri invasion, and everyone was celebrating about the victory of heroes. It filled throughout the Indian media, about the new superheroes, named as the Avengers, who fight the inside and outside evils. The moment Iron Man showed on the screen, you were left surprised. You kept staring at the hero saving others and making sure if they're secure.
Mostly! When he opened his mask, and revealed his face, everyone held such shocked faces, like they never knew Iron Man was basically a human inside controlling the suit.
"Lo, hum joh isse robot samaj rahe the, yeh toh insaan nikala!" Your grandmother exclaimed. (Wow, we thought he was robot, but he turned out to be a human?)
"Chodo na, dadi. Hai toh hero, na?" You replied, turning back to the television. (Leave, grandma. At least he's a hero, right?)
But, you kept looking at his face. The way he spoke, the way he actions, and everything. You were lost into the man, that suddenly you revealed your smile, your sister noticing it.
"Didi, kya hogaya?" Your sister broke your contact, making you jerk in an instant. (What's wrong, sis?)
"O-oh, k-kuch nahi. Bas me usse dekh rahi thi, baat karte hue." You stammered, looking back. (Oh, it's nothing. I was just looking at him, talking.)
"Oho, pyaar me toh nahi pad gaye na?" Your sister teased, making you blush. (Oh, are you falling in love, huh?)
"Aree! Pagal toh nahi ho? Of course nahi! Hero hai, respect karti hu." (Hey! Are you crazy? Of course no! He's a hero, and I respect him.)
You did appreciate him, but this kind of respect leading to somewhere else.
It was morning, and the time for your flight. Bidding everyone a heartwarming farewell, hoping to see your family soon again.
"Beta araam se jaana. Maine tere liye bahut saari kheer banayi hai. Kha lena agar bhuk lagi toh, thik hai?" (Dear, go easy while you leave. I made lots of pudding for you, so eat it if you feel hungry, alright?)
"Haa maa, ghabrao nahi. Me araam se jaaungi. Ashirvad do bas." You kneeled down to take blessing from your mom and dad, them giving it back. (Yes, mom don't worry. I'll go easy, just give me your blessing.)
"Khush raho, beti. Kaam karna aur naam roshan karna." Your father removed his spectacles, crying tears for her daughter leaving. (Be happy, my daughter. Work hard and make your name bright.)
You hugged your dad, weeping because he wasn't ready to accept the fact you were now leaving him for a long time. After breaking the hug, you wiped his tears, giving him confidence.
Stepping in the taxi, you bid them goodbye, waving your hand and leaving for the airport.
Your new life now began, the moment you entered America. Landing, you then stayed in the hotel for the night, tired and exhausted. But, along that you wanted to remember your lines, so you quickly revise and go to sleep. In the morning, you hurriedly reach Stark Tower for the interview, since the time was running a bit fast.
Entering in the huge interior, looking at a lot of people working in. It did made your nervousness kick in again, but behaved like a strong woman, just wanting to complete the interview as a badass.
You reached the receptionist. "Excuse me, can you tell me where will Mr. Stark take the interview?"
"Oh, on the 15th floor, meeting rooms."
"Thank you." You smiled, reaching the elevator and waiting for the floor to arrive. Checking your watch, you were two minutes late, but hoping they'll just manage. Entering the room, feeling the slight cold air hitting your skin. It seemed empty, but hoped he was waiting for a while.
"Uhm, Mr. Stark?" You called out.
"Come in, Miss (L/N)." A deep, masculine voice filled through the room, knowing someone was actually in. Stepping inside, and closing the door, you seat yourself, trying to hide away your nervousness. It seemed you were slowly forgetting your lines but, being a strong woman is your passion right? Who even can—
The moment the chair turned around towards your direction, you lost it. It looks like you totally forgot the lines now.
Because Tony Stark just faced in front of you.
Did you just, blush? No, it might be embarassment. But, he too stared at you for a while. It was like an awkward staring contest, but remembering you were here for an interview, you brought yourself back.
"Good morning, Mr. Stark. Sorry for being so late." You wipe off the flick of hair on your face.
"It's okay. At least you were on time." He replied, giving a smile. Damn, it was cute.
"So, Miss (L/N). You're from, India right?" He asked, looking at your documents.
"Y-yes! I'm from India, also fully graduated from college."
"What really made you accept this assistant job?" He started asking questions.
"I just don't want to work for money, but I want to find what better I can do while I'm by myself."
"That's everyone's expectations. We should really try something new, and it's a fact of finding your true self."
"Right." You nodded.
"Alright, I have appointed you, congrats." He closed the document and gave a grin.
You widen your eyes. "What? I-I thought you were going to ask more questions..?"
"I don't ask many of them, I know you're capable for everything so, no need." He shrugged.
"W-wow.. I mean, it's way different back there.. haha. What a prick I am." You chuckled.
"You shouldn't actually be uncomfortable or nervous around me, okay? I'll always be available for your problems." He stood up from his chair, and you also too. Offering his hand for a handshake, and you happily accept it.
"Congratulations for the job, Miss (L/N)."
"Aapka bahut, bahut dhanyawad." You accidentally speak in your language, making you cover your mouth in surprise. (Thank you very much.)
He raised his eyebrow in confusion, not sure what you really meant. "Excuse me?" He tilts his head, smirking.
"I-I meant, thank you for accepting me as your assistant, Mr. Stark.. I'm sorry about that." You replied, trying not to fluster from embarassment. But, it didn't seem to make him feel weird, he was like.. more interested?
"No no, it's fine. Accidents happen, but your language is just beautiful. Just tell me whenever you're about to speak Hindi, JARVIS, my AI will help me translate it." He chuckled, and you laugh back.
"Mr. Stark you're so funny." You shook your head and continued to laugh. He sees you smile, which somehow warmed his heart. You might not notice it, but something was being created in between.
And time actually told that, when you both worked together for a long time.
"Please, call me Tony."
Years while working with Stark, you really enjoyed the job. He was a sweet, generous person who will look after you, hoping nothing worse happens. It kind of made you both like good friends, later on. Everytime you looked at him, some strange feelings always attacked you. You can't even guess what it means, but maybe because you really appreciate him.
One day came, when you even noticed about his weaknesses. It made you worry when he never came upstairs to sleep, so after a lot of convincing, he accepted your plead and slept. Even it became more forward, when Tony faced nightmares, and wanted to sleep with someone by his side.
He had been lonely, and it hurts.
His tired face made you want to rub it gently, and relax him to sleep. But, it looks like, you weren't friends anymore.
The way he became more protective and caring throughout your job in his mansion. Like a boyfriend.
But, the question came, does he even love you back, that you're feeling it all?
In the morning, Tony woke up to see the side of the bed empty. Maybe you were up early and started working. He got up and rubbed his hair, went downstairs to get some coffee. While drinking, he suddenly heard someone.. singing?
It didn't seem like an English song. It was foreign.
He could even hear the feminine sound softly, coming from the othe room.
Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji,
Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji,
Tu ki jaane pyaar mera, me karu intezaar tera,
Tu dil tuhiyo jaan meri
Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji,
When he slowly entered the room, you were the one singing while cleaning up the documents. Seriously, he never knew you sang so well. It literally made him feel so surprised, by seeing your other talent. He leaned on the door ledge, hearing you sing beautifully without noticing, like he was lost into it.
Everyday, whenever you used to sing this song while working, he secretly saw you and always adored your voice. It just made him fall in love.
On a particular day, he heard you sing the same song again. He stepped in the room, seeing your beautiful face and voice again.
In midway of your song, you turn around and see him on the doorway, and you gasped. "O-oh, Mr. Stark! G-good morning!"
"Good morning." He replied in his groggy, morning voice. "I never knew you sang so well. You never told me you even sing." He chuckled.
"Really..? I uhm, used to sing but, I had different plans.." You rub your hair, looking embarassed.
"But you sing so well.. I'm amazed." He smiled. "Problem is, I didn't understand because, that's a different language. God, I need to take Hindi classes from you, dang. What does it mean?"
You both laughed. "This song.. uhm actually is about, a lover, explaining his.. other lover that, he can't live without her, because they're deeply attached to each other. It's my favorite song, by the way."
"Oh really? You're into romantic songs, it seems." He raised his eyebrow and smirked, finding a seat.
"Yeah but, uhm.. because they show a lot meaning, even after I'm just a single-pringle, haha. Weird isn't it?"
He stared at you for sometime, it wasn't serious, but gentle. "It's not."
You blushed, don't know why but the tone of his voice dragged into it. Both kept staring at each, and had no idea about the surroundings.
You were the one to break through, coming back to reality. "Oh! S-sorry I just got lost.. a while back."
He got up from his chair, and went closer to your direction. Looking at each other's eyes, he found yours the most beautiful. Felt like he can swim in it. Caressing your cheek and rubbing it with his thumb, you started to panic inside, not able to notice what's happening now.
"Y/N.." He said, in a soft voice. "I.. wanted to ask about something."
You gulped, still flustered. "W-what is it?"
He realised something else, and then cleared his throat. ".. can you, teach me Hindi?"
"Huh?" You looked surprised.
"Yeah, I told a very while back, that I will once ask you to teach me Hindi. I'm very interested, can you please?" He flashed a grin. Like, there was no problem for you to teach him your language. It's good to make others know about your culture.
You gave him a nod as a reply, and he became excited. "Thank you, I'll gladly be your student, Miss Y/N."
For weeks, Tony had been taking Hindi classes from you. I swear, it could have been tough for him, but he was just so interested to learn the language. All you know he was just keen so you were teaching him all that. Giving him assignments and worksheets with grammar, you helped him through everything.
"Maine khana khaya.." You said the words, and waited for him to recite back. (I ate my food.)
"Maine khana.. khaya? Did I say it right?" He replied, in a weird way because his American accent was also mixing in between.
"No no, you're going correctly! Now say it again."
"Maine khana khaya." Tony said it properly.
"Good! I'm proud of you. Damn, Tony. You're going good in this language."
"For you, I can do anything, even learning a tough language."
The moment which left you blank again. He still fixed his soft eyes with yours, clearing your throat to break the tension.
"Okay so, do you have any doubts so far?
"Well, uh. I have a doubt, many of them." He rubbed his nose.
"Ask me."
He first rubs his hands nervously, then looks back at you. "How do you say.. love in Hindi?"
"Oh, well.. pyaar." You replied, being straightforward.
"Okay.. now how do we say, you're beautiful in it?"
You felt a tingly feel in your stomach, but still continued. "Tum khoobsurat ho."
He chuckles. "Alright. Now, if I ask my final doubt.. how do I say.. I love you?"
You gasped. Did he really mean it? Clenching your pen, you became nervous.
"Tell me, my love. I want to know about it."
".. me tumse pyaar karta hu."
"Yes, that is what I wanted to hear." He skids closer to you, growing close to your face.
"Mujhe tumse pyaar hai." He said, properly in Hindi. You felt like to explode. Tony Stark.. loves you?
Suddenly, he gets up from the couch, offering his hand. You grab it and get up, till a familiar song plays in the room.
Tony grabbed your waist from one arm and your hand from the other, swifting to the movements as if they're dancing.
He started singing the song, when the verse began.
- play it now! -
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"Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji.." He sang the line so perfectly. You were just shocked and surprised. Both were dancing like a couple on stage.
Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji..
Tu ki jaane pyaar mera, me karu intezaar tera,
Tu dil tuhiyo jaan meri
Main tainu samjhawan ki, na tere bina lagda ji..
While he was singing your favorite song, you were about to burst in tears. You never believed it. The billionaire genius, actually loved you this whole time. Happily resting your head on his chest, he continued to dance while holding you close. When the song finished, he still saw the tears in your eyes.
"D-did you wanted to learn Hindi.. b-because of all this?" Your voice cracked.
"Yes, my love. Just for you. I have to tell this but.. I fell in love the moment I saw you for the first time. Your smile, laugh, voice, behavior, eyes.. and your.."
"And your.. what?"
He sighed, and then leaned to close the gap between your lips. The kiss was sweet yet passionate, like he waited for this moment.
He pulled off for air, both of your gazes neutrally looking. "I'm surprised that I fell in love with an Indian, like you. But, you're pretty, no matter what nationality you belong to. You changed my life Y/N. Trust me, the way you took care of, pampered, and worried for me.. I can never forget that. I really love you for that, my love. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.. d-do you accept me as your boyfriend?"
You started to sob, clenching his shirt tight. Maybe she wasn't happy about it. "L-look, if you don't accept, it's okay.. you deserve. Alot better than—"
"Yes, yes and a million times yes!" You said excitedly, and he sighs in relief. "Did you like.. learn the entire song?"
"Yeah, I even did take help from JARVIS for the translation, also from your teachings, never forgetting that." He winked.
"Oh god.." You laughed.
"But come on, you didn't like it? Tell me!"
"I did, Tony. And I want to thank you for it, a lot."
He gently wipes off your tears, and kisses your forehead. "Now, do you want to celebrate for our engagement?"
"Like where, Mr. Stark?" You said, flirtatiously.
He darkens his eyes, and picks you in the bridal style. "Right in our shared bedroom, sweetheart." He takes you in the room while giggling, shutting the door from inside.
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papergirllife · 3 years
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Chapter 3
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Synopsis:
You don’t know what it’s like to be free, to make your own choices, and live your own life. For your whole life, your parents have been treating you like a puppet on strings, controlling your life to every single detail, as well as ignoring the fact that you have feelings. Other times, when you disobey their wishes, or speak up about your own opinions, they bash you down with words, in other words, psychological abuse, has led you down the long winded road of depression and anxiety. What happens when you meet a man who’s willing to be your guide out of this terrible downpour? Would you give a shot at happily ever after?
Warnings:
big age gap (kinda?)
issues on anxiety
issues on depression (mild)
issues on parental abuse
smut (maybe)
Tag List: @etherealtyjaem​ ,  @caratzennie  , @johnnysuhnflower  ,  @euphoricchannie  ,  @yeollieseo  ,  @jjhmk  , @sherzess , @wonderfulkoreanpop​
(lmk if you wanna be on the list)
You’ve been seeing Mr Suh, correction, Johnny, his first name, as per requested by Johnny himself.
“Mr Suh makes me feel older than I already am, you make me feel like a teenager all over again, so you have to call me Johnny. Let me relive my days when I was still a college kid.”
You didn’t mind, things aren’t as awkward between the two of you anymore, Johnny’s been spending time with you, although the two of you never established any sort of labelling towards what this relationship is. You and Johnny only hung out and had meals together, trying out different cuisines, watching movies, even going as far as skipping a day at work to go to the amusement park. He even bought you to an arcade when you told him you haven’t had the chance to venture to one since you were in grade school.
“Why haven’t you ever been to one for so long?” Johnny asked when he finished a round of pinball.
“They said it was a waste of time and that I should spend more time studying,” you said, wondering why Johnny would ask that, isn’t it the same for all the kids?
Whenever you mention your confining life to Johnny, he’d have a faraway look in his eyes, jaw locked in silent rebuke, he doesn’t say anything, he pulls you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He would be quite for almost half an hour before he goes back to regular cheerful Johnny, telling you lame jokes that you would surprisingly find funny.
You didn’t have a phone, since your parents forbid you to have one, the only means of communicating is through your email account on your laptop, and even that you must always bear in mind to delete his mails right after, and take further precaution, you didn’t allow him to initiate the sending.
Johnny wanted to buy you one, but you rejected him promptly, you didn’t want him to spend so much money on you, he already spends lots on taking you out to eat. You gave him the excuse that it was too dangerous, and the consequences of getting caught are severe.
You often questioned your relationship with Johnny, you aren’t dumb, you’ve googled him and saw gossip news portals uploading photos of him and some model going out and about in hotels, but those headlines were months ago, the latest news about him was from his interview with Times magazine.
You never had the guts to ask him, you don’t know what you mean to him. What right do you have to question his whereabouts and what he does? He’ll probably be bored of you after he’s known all of you.
You know you shouldn’t think of Johnny that way, it is mean to assume what he’s thinking, especially how well he’s treating you, but seeing those headlines gives you a sense of insecurity, you keep telling yourself that this won’t last, but the thought of not seeing him again made your hair stand. He’s making you happy, a distraction towards the negativity you face in that house you live in, but for how long?
House. You never called it a home, unless you were telling your boss you were leaving, to prevent anyone from questioning your odd way of describing it. It was never a home to you. To you, a home is a place where you feel happy, safe, and most importantly, loved. The closest you’ve ever felt to having these feelings were your grandma and Joh... No, you don’t love him, and he doesn’t love you. What were you thinking?
You pushed those thoughts away as you opened your laptop to double check the files that you’ve typed out for your parent’s next important meeting that was supposed to be taking place first thing tomorrow. But when you went through your folders, the files were nowhere to be seen. It’s then you realised that the notification that keeps urging you to update the laptop was gone, it wasn’t the first time you updated the laptop and found out some files were missing, so you would never update the laptop at such a crucial time.
You took the laptop out to your father who was watching some news on his phone in the dining area to ask him if he had updated the software without alerting you.
“Yes, I did. What about it?” he asked, annoyance on his face due to the sudden disturbance.
“The files are missing because of the update,” you informed him.
“What files?” 
“The files for tomorrow’s meeting, they’re missing,” you told him as you mentally prepared yourself for what’s to come.
“What do you mean missing?! I bet it was because you saved it wrongly again! Your retarded brain never works does it?! Do you know how important those files are?! You always work on them late at night blurry eyed, of course you didn’t save them properly! You could’ve worked on them in the morning before work. but no... You want to ‘exercise’! What a waste of time!” You’re not pretty anyways, what are you doing them for huh?!” Your father shouted, his eyes blazing in rage, his fist slamming onto the glass.
While your father was shouting, your mother was checking the laptop as she complains about how clueless you are. It was like your brain couldn’t take the amount of hurtful words piercing into your mind like daggers, you let out a high pitched scream as tears threatened to fall, your hands covering your ears as your eyes were a blur.
When you could see properly again, you could make up words which sounded like ‘how dare you’ from your father, next thing you registered were the fury in his eyes as he advances on you, hand above his head, ready to hit you. You didn’t know what came over you, but the first thing you did was kicking him away. That’s when a full on fight broke out.
You were filled with rage, your mind wasn’t registering what you were doing. You went into a flight or fight stance and started thrashing and kicking as his hands were holding painfully tight on your wrists after you tried punching him.
Your mom urges the both of you not to fight, her voice barely registering in your head as she sits still on the high chair by the kitchen island, not bothered to even try to cease the fight.
When you finally pushed him away, you ran into your room and locked it. Your chest was heaving from the panic attack that just started, you tried your best to calm yourself down, reminding yourself to breathe, it was suffocating, controlling your breathing as more tears made its way out of your eyes.
When it all stopped, your body succumbed into mental exhaustion, passing out on your bed as the tears finally ceased.
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You only woke up for dinner last night, and proceeded to sleep again. Yesterday’s events made you feel numb, other than the pain from the bruises on your arms.
There was a big ugly one on your left upper arm, its colour an ugly shade of green and purple.  A few other less serious ones scattered around your lower arms. In other words, you look like a wreck.
You wore a jacket to run even though you were sweating from your previous cardio work outs, feeling a little better after the endorphins in your body kicked in. When you got back, you quickly showered and ate a toast. When you asked for your mother’s phone to remind your boss you were going to take the day off, she told you that weren’t needed at the meeting anymore and that she finished everything last night.
“Just call to say that you’ll be going to work,” she said, not even looking in your direction when she handed you her phone.
But when you called to inform your boss, he told you that he had another part time coming in, and that it was too short of a notice. You said thank you and hung up, but said that you’ll be at work on time today before handing it back to your mother.
You really needed to escape for the day.
You opened the laptop and sent an email to Johnny.
I’m free today. Wanna go out?
You sat on your bed staring at the ceiling as you were sure it was going to be a bit before he replied, but just as you closed your eyes, you heard a distant chime from your laptop.
I’m rushing some stuff at the office today. I’m so sorry, Y/N.
Can I stay in your office? I really wanna get out of the house.
You sounded like a spoiled kid begging for attention, but you really wanted to see him today.
Sure. But you might get bored :) .
I’m leaving the house now :) .
For a 26 year old businessman, he sure loves to use emoticons.
You got changed into jeans and a jacket, you don’t usually wear one if you were going to a secluded area with Johnny, but you had to hide all the marks from last night. You just noticed that they hurt after you accidentally knocked your wrist against something.
You took the bus to the address Johnny wrote down on your diary, it was after one of your dinners together, and he jokingly said that you could always swing by if you wanted, you didn’t know you were going to actually do that.
The bus station wasn’t too far of a walk from his office, since it was just downtown Seoul where the Korea’s financial hub was located.
As you were nearing the office buildings, you stood out like a sore thumb, given the way you were dressed and your age. The people kept giving you stink eyes and sideway glances.
Suh Capital Partners. That was it.
You walked in the rotating doors, only to be greeted by masses of people walking around with smart pads, files, talking on the phone while the assistants take notes. Johnny didn’t mention his company being this big.
You admired the facade of the lobby, it displayed the latest news on a large monitor while futuristic lights hung from the high ceiling, the walls were a perfect balance of steel and wood with a wall of plants filled the wall behind the reception area. 
You realised that the people stopped what they were doing before and started looking at you curiously when one of the nicely dressed women from the reception walked up to you.
“Excuse me, miss. May I ask who are you looking for?” the woman asked, her eyes scanning you from top to toe.
You froze at your spot from how cold she sounded, like she didn’t want you around to ruin the aesthetic of the company. You reminded yourself that you weren’t going to see her anytime soon after this and that if you did make a fool of yourself then so be it.
“I’m looking for Mr Suh,” you told her.
She looked taken aback from your answer, but gave you the ugliest sneer when she recovered.
“Miss, this isn’t a school, you can’t just walk in here and demand to see someone without an appointment. Mr Suh is the head of this company, not someone you can just meet without an agreement from him. Please leave this instance,” she said, her tone high pitched enough to gather everyone’s attention, you swore you heard someone laughing a few feet away.
“But...
“That’s my guest, Ms Park.”
You whipped your head back to see Johnny standing behind you. But instead of his usual warm honey eyes, his eyes were a cold and staring daggers into the woman in front of you.
“I’m so sorry, Mr Suh. I’ll get back to my work now,” the woman bowed apologetically, going as far as doing it numerous times.
“I’m going to need a key card for her, Ms Park. Send it up to me when you’re done,” Johnny said, but his eyes were scanning the crowd, his employees immediately went back to what they were doing, the large lobby void of any sound other than people rushing to the lift lobby to escape the scene.
Johnny placed a hand behind your back and guided you to the lift lobby after most of the people have taken the ride up to their respective floors.
“I’m sorry,” you said after the coast was clear.
Johnny’s intimidating stance broke as confusion takes over his face.
“What are you sorry for?” Johnny asked, he should be the one saying sorry.
“I’m such an embarrassment, coming here in my jeans and jacket with a canvas bag, looking like a kid,” you said, fingers nervously tugging the straps of your old bag.
“Hey, hey, hey. Nothing’s wrong with being young and dressing your age. They’re just grumpy from all the work. Don’t take their words into account, and you look great. Perfection as always,” Johnny said reassuringly, hands placed on your shoulder, the warmth of his palms calming you slightly.
“No....
You buried your face into your hands as he patted your head, you sneakily glanced up to see him smiling at you with a toothy grin. But you quickly regained posture as you saw an elevator door open with many pairs of legs.
Johnny wasn’t going in even though the lift was going up, that’s when people in the lift realised it was him, and quickly came out of the lift, saying sorry and greeting Johnny.
Johnny guided you in after the lift was cleared empty. His staff looking at you curiously, you weren’t used to having so many pairs of eyes on you, their curious eyes burning holes into you.
Johnny could sense your anxiousness from the way you were hiding behind his tall figure as the two of you walked into his office, there weren’t many people at that time, given the fact that only direct reports of his business partners came up to hand in documents.
You only felt yourself loosen up a bit after you took a seat on Johnny’s armchair in his huge office, overlooking Seoul’s skyline and the cars that were buzzing about on the roads. The view made you calm down a bit from the journey coming up here.
You felt the chair dip as Johnny took a seat on its armrest, his hands coming up to give your shoulders a nice massage. Johnny smiled at the way your eyes lit up from his comforting touch as you looked back to smile at him, he felt a warm feeling deep in his belly as he takes in your beautiful features and the warmth of your shoulders on his fingertips. But as he puts more pressure onto your shoulders, you wince slightly, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.
“Did your boss at work make you lift heavy stuff again?” Johnny asked, his hands ceased all movements, fearing that he would hurt you again.
You automatically thought of your fight with your father last night, it might be because of the force exerted from when he had pushed you.
“N-no, I just didn’t sleep well last night. I watched a horror movie and had a nightmare,” you lied, not knowing how he would react if you told him the truth.
“Be careful when watching these movies, Y/N. If you went to work and your boss really made you move heavy things today, then you would’ve strain your muscles,” Johnny said, going back to massaging your shoulders, but this time gently applying pressure on that spot, rubbing it in clockwise circles to ease the pain.
“I’m fine, Johnny. Didn’t you have work to rush? I don’t want to keep you away from important matters. And my shoulders feel much better now,” you said, moving away from his hands even though you could’ve let him do that forever, it felt so comforting, borderline addictive.
“Okay, I’ll tend to your shoulders again later.” Johnny said as he lays his head on top of yours, a gesture that he had came up with whenever he wanted to show affection to you without crossing uncharted territories, your heart sped up whenever he does that.
You were just sitting on the couch reading one of your old books when you looked up and saw Johnny frowning at his laptop, you placed your book down and made your way to Johnny.
“Don’t frown like that, you’ll get frown lines when you’ll get older, it’ll spoil your handsome face,” you joked.
Your hands reach out to smooth the creases on his forehead, a smile coming back to Johnny’s face.
“Thank you,” he said, taking your busy hand into his, lightly tracing the area between your thumb and your index finger.
“What’s bothering you?” you asked, unbeknownst to you, your lips were unconsciously set in a pout.
“There’s some documents that are supposed to be sent to my office in Chicago, but the English that’s written here isn’t up to standards, I’m worried the staff there won’t understand what the document is stating. I don’t mind correcting it, but I have other things to tend to as well,” Johnny explained to you.
“Can I take a look at it? I had Cambridge classes for 8 years. Guess it’s finally coming in handy. I mean only if you think I’m capable, I don’t want you to think I’m boasting or anything, I just really wanna help...
“Y/N, sweet, I trust you. Just let me get you a laptop,” he said before dialling to his secretary.
Once Johnny sent the files to that laptop, you started correcting some grammatical errors and replaced some terms that weren’t as professional, when Johnny was done with his meeting, you were done with the documents as well.
“Here, take a look. There might be mistakes,” you said after sending him the files back.
“You were reading ‘me before you’, I think you’re fine, Y/N,” Johnny deadpanned.
“Just take a look, just in case,” you pleaded, doe eyes capturing his heart. Nodding, Johnny smiles, doing as you said.
Johnny scanned through the documents, his eyes lighting up brighter after each sentence, a proud smile making way on his face. When he was done, he pulled you close by the waist, and gave you a warm hug, his head nuzzling into your sweater.
“Thank you so much, sweetheart. I thought I needed to work overtime because of this,” he said, his voice was slightly muffled by the cotton.
“You’re welcome. You can always send me these files when I’m not here, I don’t want you to overwork yourself,” you offered.
“I’m fine, don’t worry. Wanna grab lunch? I can hear your stomach rumbling,” Johnny asked after pulling away, a cheeky glint in his eyes.
You could feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment, as you hit Johnny’s shoulders lightly for his teasing, a smile creeping up your face.
“No, I’m not...
“Come on, I know this really nice French restaurant around the corner...
“Johnny I have the file you were...
Doyoung stops in his tracks as he sees you and Johnny being so close to each other.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had a guest,” Doyoung apologises, but his eyes were still wide in disbelief.
“Doyoung. This is Y/N. Y/N, Doyoung is one of my business partners, his dad was my dad’s business partner so now it’s his turn,” Johnny introduces his friend to you, telling you a bit of his background.
You gave Doyoung a tiny bow and soft hello, nerves wrecking up at meeting someone you often see on telly whenever their company has a press conference. You could sense an air of discomfort as Doyoung gives you a questioning look.
“You can just put the files on my desk Doyoung. I’ll take a look at them after my lunch break.”
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When the evening rolled in, Johnny had to drive you home before your mom questioned your whereabouts.
“I really enjoyed having you by my side today, Y/N,” Johnny said sincerely after pulling up outside the gated area.
“I should be the one thanking you, I can’t believe those snails cost so much, yet you won’t let me pay you back whenever we have meals together,” you retorted, recalling how your eyes almost flew out of their sockets when you stole a glance at the bill.
“Money is not an issue, Y/N. I told you that many times before,” Johnny reminded you.
“I’ll see you on Saturday?” you asked, changing the subject before he offers to buy you a house or something.
“Yeah,” Johnny said, chuckling at how you diverted his attention.
Johnny unlocked the doors of his car, but right before you pulled onto the handle, Johnny pulled your arm, the place where one of the bigger bruises were located at, making you wince at the unexpected pain.
“Y/N I wanted to ask, wait. Are you in pain? Are you hurt? Did I accidentally hurt you?” Johnny asked his eyes wide in worry.
Before you could protest, Johnny pushed up the sleeves of your sweater, revealing the big ugly bruise on your upper arm, and several others that went downwards until your wrist.
You looked up at Johnny, scanning his face that was frozen in shock, eyes not believing what he’s seeing. His fingers gently tracing every bruise, his other hand rotating your arm gently, to see if there’s more.
“Y/N... Who did this to you?” Johnny questioned, but deep down in his gut, he’s sure it’s who he thinks it is.
“No one, Johnny. I just fell down when I woke up,” you said, lying through your teeth, you didn’t want to, but that was your survival instinct whenever someone asks about your parents.
“Don’t lie to me Y/N, it’s them isn’t it? They hit you. Why didn’t you tell me?” Johnny demanded, he questions why you don’t trust him, was he not worthy in your eyes?
“It’s nothing, Johnny. Goodnight,” you said in a breath before turning away.
You quickly got out of his car and ran to your lift lobby, Johnny was following behind you. But before he could step into the premise, you shut the glass door which could only be opened with a security card on him, mouthing the words sorry before you made your way into a lift.
Johnny banged at the door, shouting for you to come back, before the security guards asked him to leave. He could feel a prickle in his heart as he sees the bruises in his head, the image fresh. He felt red hot anger boiling in his heart, he was going to get you out of that horrible place, no matter what it takes.
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kaepopsicle · 3 years
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一𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓
〄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 *𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠* 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 <𝟑𝟑𝟑
𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐜 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝟓 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬/𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬....
i won’t make this all sappy,,, just kidding I will. so I know this year has been tough. for everyone. but I’m so proud of you for making it this long! it’s over! of course the pain doesn’t stop just bc the year is over,, but you know now that you can get through it !! I’m happy you’re still here :) — I feel like us as human beings have grown so much (I know me personally) have definitely grown and found myself more,, realized what I love, stand for, support. I hope you all have too!! I met some amazing people in this app, not even going to lie these lovelies have made me feel so much more complete. and I’m blessed to have met them...
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一@sarahbkwl ♥︎
im 100% going to cry,, Sarah bear.. I can’t even describe how much you mean to me, right off the bat we just connected, the compliment battles, the random memes, the group chat name changes, you just understood me, which is rare bc I never felt understood in my life, I always felt like the awkward weird kid. I had friends I guess but I don’t think they were actually my friends, but you. you’re my true friend. someone I know I’m going to be friends with for a long time. I can’t wait to be able to see you!! You just make life a little bit easier to live, your adorable smile and your contagious laugh; I can’t help but giggle when you send your cute random pictures;; not to mention you’re absolutely gorgeous !! like literally you’re so hot okay. jfc. ten needs to come wife you up before I do ;) anyway I know the past couple weeks have been hard for you, but I’m so proud of you 🥺 you’re so strong. Now this is way too long so Gerald ... peace ✌️
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一@rr0zu ☾
my moon !!! you are probably the most intelligent and strong woman i have ever met, you have been through so much stress this year but you made it, bc I knew you would; you’re practically glowing my love. you’re not only beautiful on the outside but on the inside, your need to obtain justice for the less fortunate is just amazing,, we need more people like you ,, you already know how I feel, I looked outside the other day ; and the moon was out, it was the only thing shining in the night sky. which is how you are in others lives, you just shine and light them up, making everyone’s day. 🥺 this will get way too long if I don’t stop but I just love you so much
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一@babyyangx2-again ❦
*sobs* my paper clip, omg remember when we first met? I was your 🌻anon ?? and I kept flirting with you bc I’m literally Johnny, anyway your writing is literally the best, you’re literally the best, you’re my bestie 🥺 I’m so lucky to have met you, you just make me so happy and laugh so hard, we’re so chaotic but so perfect for each other; I know I’m a little forgetful and clingy but I love you ,, you know I do; you’re so kind, even though you think you’re not ; you are babe. you do little things for people , you care so much about making others happy, and that right there is an absolutely amazing trait. you’re that euphoric breeze, we you step outside, the beautiful trees blowing; the gorgeous smell of the flowers, just that happy feeling, that’s what you make me feel like.
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一@starrdustville ♡︎
my flower !!!!!!!!!! Ishdjskdk my gorgeous flower, the one flower that I would pick in the field bc it was the prettiest, I would keep it as a dry flower and leave it in my favorite poetry book. so that when i read it, I’ll always think of you, you make me so happy with your smile, and your giggle is the cutest thing I have ever heard in my entire life. you just know the right things to say,, you make the stormy nights part ways for the stars
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一@himitsu-luna ❤︎
my sister!! you know I always wanted an older sister.. I always wanted someone to look up to and talk to about anything; someone I can fan girl with and talk about anything with, and you my love are that person. 🥺 you’re so sweet and soft, you have the most gentle of soul and artistic of eye, makes me feel so proud and happy to have the privilege of calling you my friend
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一@tinystupidwitch ❣︎
YES MY HENDERY STAN FRIEND!!! you’re so strong bubs... you know that? I know your work is hard, you get little sleep, but the fact you have the ability to text me and make me laugh and feel all happy 🥺 I appreciate you more than words can describe,,
一@bbyyangiex2 シ
my little sister :( we may be the most absolute different human beings ,, but some how we make it work, you’re so adorably cute,, and I know you’re like “nO iM nOt ,,, NO YOU” SHUSH LET ME SAY THIS!! you’re so cute and so pretty! and you’re so smart and amazing and such a beautiful young cutie... you make me feel so proud watching you grow up 😭😭 I just love you so much okay
一@hangsxng ☺︎︎
MEIN DEUTSCH LIEBE !!! Huiieifhekdk I love you so much omg, like; your accent, your laugh, your eyes, you’re so beautiful and so unique and so just absolutely erstaunlich!!! I know we haven’t talked a ton recently buttttt you’re still always on my mind! ich habe mein Deutsch dafür geübt,,,, ich liebe dich so sehr, meine liebe <3 vergiss nie, wie erstaunlich du bist 😭
一@liudejuns ♔
ugh, mimi; you know you have the ability to make someone’s day the brightest? even after a horrible day seeing you text me and post I just get so happy, you’re so beautiful inside and out and I hope you know how Important you and how much you really deserve
一@johns-marshmallow ఌ
ANNIKAN SKYWALKER!!! Aka Johnika ,,, tehehehe I love you so much ,, that’s it.
haha just kidding ! you’re such a joy in people’s lives, you’re so funny, and you radiate main character energy!! Ksjsksk i know you have been feeling down and stressed but just know you’re so strong, you’re so brave, and you’re so intelligent! anything you do will be amazing, anything you choose will be terrific why? Bc you’re Annika! you’re just the star in the sky, and anyone would be lucky to call you their friend
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to my beautiful moots — thank you guys for being there for me, I would love to get to know you all so much better ,, you guys are literally the sweetest and deserve the whole world! thank you thank you thank you! I hope your 2020 will be filled with so much happiness and love !!
@hanadolphieron @sush-iii @danishmiilk @henderyprince @yutaaaaaa @joh--pping @gowonhatesyou @calypsohan @dyongvr @kpopsnowball @peachyhan @btsastro @coffeevddict @xeniya @neochan @junguwuta @heartyyjeno @strwberryneo @imjustuhhvibing @fairvtale @doyounged @du0tine @mignonmark @cyecandy @neoangsthours @orange-nimon-cross @rueyins @jaeminsb1tch @thatkpopmeme @kuniverse11 @svchengss
to my followers !! Thank you so much for supporting me! You guys mean a lot more to me than words can describe ! Im so graceful that you guys like my writing and for enjoying my blog! it makes me so happy 😭
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to myself —
hi kaela nichole :)
stop worrying so much about what others think! you’re a good person! stop letting things your birth family said change your opinion of yourself! stop making scenarios in your head of men that will not ! like ! you ! you are cute af you can find plenty of guys (like the four you’re thinking of in your head rn that like you... I know you don’t like any of them bUT LIKE put yourself out thereeeeee) anyway you’re amazing! also stop freaking out about vet school and your future! life will take you to wherever it does, leave faith up to the universe my love.. please.. stop being so hard on yourself, you’re trying your hardest. and that’s all you can do kae :) <3
— from yourself (love you bitch)
一may your New Years be filled with positive vibes! smiles, laughter, and good health!! <33
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I would love to read something from John's POV about when he figured out Dean was also bi and then him coming out to his son. Sorry, I just love the Solace's drama, and you're the only one proving me with anything good in that department. (Which is why I'm rereading Normal Lives. Again.) Xxx
Hello!
So this is only going to cover part of your prompt. John figuring out about Dean’s sexuality happens a lot sooner then him coming out to Dean about his own. Hopefully you still enjoy!
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Sounds in the distance amplified by John’s half hungover and boozed soaked brain was enough to bring him to at least semi-consciousness. It still took him a solid minute to realize that he was sleeping on his own couch. It took him another minute to remember he wasn’t supposed to be there.
For one, he really didn’t remember getting home the night before which normally wasn’t the best of signs. That memory glitch aside, John knew he wasn’t supposed to be home. The night before had been Dean’s prom, and John was pretty sure he had a date, not that Dean had really admitted that. Dean had been weirdly secretive about his personal life lately, and John was still in the giving him space phase. If Dean started to do things that were concerning, John would push for information, and until that he would let Dean have his privacy. Part of that was John promising to not be around that night so Dean could bring home his date (not that he admitted to having one) if he wanted.
He had fucked up, that was for sure. The last thing he remembered from the night before was the bartender giving him a free tequila shot. He wanted to blame the bartender, but he had been kind of hot (but a little young for John’s taste), and at this point in his life John knew nothing good ever came from fucking tequila.
John sat up on the couch, and he would have fucking sworn he felt his blood rush from his head even before the room started to spin. The living room did the merry-go-round thing for a few seconds which was unpleasant, but in the end, was infinitely better than the headache that replaced it.
Reflexively he groaned and put his head in his hands in an attempt to hold in his brains which felt like they we're trying to beat their way out of his skull. It didn’t go away, but it did subside enough for the sounds of shuffling in the kitchen stood out. Dean was going to be annoyed with him, that he knew, but in the end, he was a good fucking kid. A better kid than John probably deserved. He would yell a little, sure, but he would also make coffee and potential breakfast and he would get John ibuprofen.
John pushed himself to his feet and then stopped as the world momentarily spun again before stumbling toward the kitchen to see what Dean was up to. His vision was still a little blurry from just waking up and he was sure the stink of cigarette smoke and booze that was radiating out of his clothes from the bar the night before wasn’t helping with that any. So he was still wiping the sleep from the eyes as he entered the kitchen and spoke to the blurry figure rummaging through the cabinets, “Please tell me you’re making coffee, kiddo.”
The sound of something heavy and plastic hitting the floor accompanied by an aggressive curse was enough to clear John’s vision fast and it was quite the sight he found. For one, there were coffee grounds spilled across the kitchen floor. For another, the guy that was standing in his kitchen wasn’t Dean.
The guy- no, the kid- standing there looked to be about Dean’s age which John had to admit was a bit of a relief. Oh, the kid was shirtless which was the reason those hickeys were visible. He was standing there in just some snug briefs and looked to be in impressive shape (Go, kiddo!). He looked to be on the shorter side, but John had been six feet since he was fifteen, so he always struggled to tell people’s height. Everyone that was shorter than him fell in the short category in his mind. The guy had dark hair, striking yes, even if John really couldn’t make out the color, and a medium to light complexion. Similar to his obviously athletic physique, his facial features were classically handsome. All in all, the kid was good looking even as he stared at John in shock and complete panic.
“You’re not my kid,” John observed matter-of-factly. It wasn’t his most eloquent moment, but it was the best he could come up with considering he was hungover as fuck and his head felt like it was going to fucking explode. He was pretty sure going with his first instinct and making a joke about him being the secret Dean has been keeping wouldn’t help the kid’s obvious panic. This was the fucking south! The poor kid was probably terrified John was going to pull a gun on him or some crazy shit. John knew that shit from personal experience.
John waited as the kid’s eyes darted around the room for a few seconds like he was assessing the situation before they settled back on John standing there. He seemed to find at least some level of composure which was impressive considering he obviously wasn’t feeling very composed. “Ay, no, I’m not,” the kid admitted. The nerves were still there but John was impressed with how he was holding it together. John probably would have jumped out a window put into the same position at his age. A half a second of silence passed and that was apparently too much for him. He gave a painfully awkward wave as he greeted, “Hi.”
“S’up,” John returned with a nod.
He almost said the name. The name Dean had been saying near-constantly since the summer.
Felix. 
If John had to guess the kid standing in front of him had to be Felix. There had always been something about the way Dean talked about Felix. John recognized it from his own youth even if he didn’t dare point that out to Dean at the time. Dean would have to figure that out for himself if that was the case, and John didn’t think pushing it would help things any.
John was about as positive as he could be, without Dean directly telling him, that his kid felt far beyond friendship for this Felix kid. The only reason John didn’t call the kid in front of him by the name he suspected was his, was that he couldn’t be sure. Dean could have struck out and ended up with someone else and he didn’t want to torpedo Dean’s chances with someone else.
Luckily for the kid, John didn’t care even if he was a little hurt that Dean didn’t feel comfortable telling him that he was gay. The kid clearly hadn’t picked up on that and he still looked like he wanted to literally run.
From down the hall, Joh heard a door open and the sounds of approaching footsteps. Within seconds Dean appeared in the doorway. “Is everything-,” Dean started but stopped mid-sentence the moment he noticed John standing there. The look that spread across his face was far from a happy one. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!”
The expression on Dean’s face alone should have been warning enough but John was still taken by surprise by the yelling. It was the last thing his throbbing head needed either. It was almost reflex to bring his hands up to protect his eyes, and if need be, hold his head together because it really did feel ready to split in two. “Oh, kiddo, not so loud,” he requested in a whisper.
“WE HAD A FUCKING DEAL! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!” Dean continued to shout because apparently, he couldn’t appropriately convey his obvious rage quietly, “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?!”
John closed his eyes but that didn’t help his headache or with the intensity of Dean’s shouting. He cracked open an eye and held out a hand as a sign of surrender because at that point Dean had most definitely won and started to plea, “Kiddo-,”
“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK THAT YOU ARE HUNGOVER!” Dean cut him off sharply and just as loudly. “YOU CAN’T BE HERE!”
Dean was a pretty laid-back kid from birth, but he still got annoyed when John drank too much or if he forgot to pay a bill. This wasn’t the first time Dean had gotten angry enough to yell at him. In this case though, the reaction seemed so out of proportion. Dean couldn’t possibly think John would care if he was gay. That would be laughable especially considering John couldn’t exactly call himself straight. Dean didn’t know about that but still, he had to know John wouldn’t care.
John just didn’t have the energy to fight, and he couldn’t tell Dean not to be pissed because they had had a deal, but all the yelling was a bit much. “Alright, now you’re just being dramatic,” he pointed out with a sigh. He tried to rub his temples which seemed to help his headache at least a little. “You really don’t need me out of the county to get laid, do you?”
Really all John wanted to do was calm the situation down a little bit, end the yelling, and get everyone to relax but that statement had the opposite effect. John could practically feel the panic in the room increase tenfold. Dean was still angry but even he seemed to have shifted his focus. What they honestly thought John was supposed to think considering the situation. Dean’s “friend” was standing there in nothing but his boxers with clear signs that he had gotten laid all over his body, and Dean wasn’t much better in just sweatpants with a pretty fucking obvious hickey on his collarbone. They had obviously fucked around, and good for them. Getting laid was practically a quintessential part of prom night, or at least that was John’s experience.
“No,” Dean friend interjected with practically zero confidence as he did. As soon as the attention shifted to him the kid seemed to get even more uncomfortable. He pulled his arms over his chest like he was embarrassed by his level of nudity. Kid had nothing to be ashamed of there, that was for damn sure. “We’re not-” he started, looked at Dean, and then immediately rethought what he was saying, “I mean, we didn’t-” the poor kid stopped again. He clearly realized he wasn’t coming across as anywhere close to believable and was panicking. After a couple of seconds of fumbling to find an excuse or something, the kid did something John could really appreciate. He cussed.
“Ah, yeah, so I can explain,” Dean immediately chimed in. He was suddenly much calmer, and John recognized it as Dean shifting into problem-solving mode. “So Felix ended up crashing here because of his date-”
John laughed. He didn’t really mean to but the moment he realized the Dean was actually going to try to feed him some bullshit excuse for why there was some attractive high school athlete in their kitchen, he couldn’t help himself. Thing was, John was sure that Dean could be what people would consider a good liar, but he just knew Dean too well.
“Are you seriously going to lie to my face right now?” he asked even though he knew the answer was yes. It really was funny except John thought Dean didn’t lie to him about anything, and he was a little hurt that he was trying to. Of course, he also couldn’t help but think of himself at Dean’s age, and all the secrets he had. John liked to think that he kept secrets for reasons Dean shouldn’t have had, but maybe keeping secrets was part of being a teenager. That thought was both stressful and nauseating. “You know what, I probably deserve it,” he conceded as he brought his hands up to scrub at his face, “I was a lying piece of shit as a teenager.”
“I have no idea what you are trying to say,” Dean declared flatly.
John didn’t know if he should be impressed or hurt by how much Dean was really digging into the lie. It was something for discussion that was for fucking sure but maybe not in front of Dean’s still panicked friend. John’s throbbing head probably wouldn’t help the situation any either. “Kiddo, I’m going to be honest,” John started as he pushed off the doorway he had been leaning on and stumbled to press a hand on Dean’s shoulder, “I’m still a little drunk from last night, so I’m not really in the condition to do this with you.”
Dean rolled his eyes as he grumbled, “Shocking.”
“Oh, and we’ve switched to sarcasm.”  Sarcasm wasn’t great but it was at least a sign that Dean was cooling off a little. It also more than likely meant that there was a lecture in John’s future which was less than thrilling. He could have probably let it pass because it wasn’t like he got bothered if Dean got a little mouthy. Hell, the kid had a right to do it far more than he ever did. Of course, keeping his mouth shut had never been John’s style.
He gave Dean’s shoulder a couple of pats as he continued, “So, tell ya what I’m going to do? I’m going to go to my room and pass out, and you two can have the rest of the house to finish your date or whatever.”
He didn’t hang around for Dean’s response. He didn’t need to. With a date that looked like that, John was sure that Dean wanted to get back to giving him his full attention. He used his grip on Dean to give him an extra boost as he started down the hall.
“Really thought Will would be the one that would be into dudes,” he admitted aloud even though he was really just talking to himself.
John loved his nephew almost as much as if he were his own kid and he spent plenty of time with him as he grew up. He wasn’t going to pre-determine his destiny or anything, but he had figured out he wasn’t straight a pretty early on. It wasn’t like he was overly flamboyant or anything. There was just something John thought he picked up on. Dean had always been harder to read but John guessed he had an answer to that now too.
He stumbled through his bedroom door, managed to shut it behind himself, and then promptly collapsed on his bed. A few more hours of sleep and hopefully his head would stop throbbing.
The sounds of shouting and angry footsteps storming down the hall let him know that sleep might not be in the cards for him quite yet even before Dean pushed into the room. “Why!?!” Dean questioned angrily as he stood at the side of John’s bed, “Why couldn’t you just do what you promised you would, just this once?”
He was fucking pissed. It was impressive that he was managing to maintain such an intense level of emotion over something that didn’t seem like that big of a deal. John got that he had fucked up but he was out of Dean’s hair now. Really, no harm no foul. “Kiddo,” he sighed.
“Don’t fucking kiddo me!” Dean growled before John could get out another word.
This was not going to be a quick conversation, that much was clear. John really wished that he could blame this stubborn strike Dean had on his crazy mother, but honestly, John was pretty sure Dean got that from him. Even if Dean had gotten that from Marie, at least he hadn’t picked up her propensity for throwing things. John definitely didn’t miss that shit.
Despite his pounding head begging him not to, John pushed up so he was sitting cross-legged on the bed. “So you’re upset,” he acknowledged in hopes of calming Dean down at least a little bit.
“Are you just realizing that?” Dean questioned with outrage, “You said you wouldn’t be here!”
“I know,” John conceded. If he could go back in time and kick his own drunk ass he would because this was broaching a miserable situation. Sleeping on his lumpy as fuck couch was not fucking worth it, that was for damn sure. He brought his hands up and started scrubbing at his face with his palms. “Sorry,” he grumbled through his hands.
“Sorry isn’t good enough!”
“Sorry is all I got, kiddo,” John admitted as he threw up his hands in surrender. There was nothing he could do about it and it wasn’t like he had meant to go back on his word. He had just fucked up. Dean didn’t have to like it but he was going to deal with it. If he could deal with it without the need to keep shouting, it would have been preferred because John’s headache was still pretty fucking mind-numbing.
Peeking at Dean through one barely opened eye because his head was screaming for him to keep his eyes closed, he asked, “Shouldn’t you be more worried about your date?” That certainly seemed like it would be more fun than yelling at John for something that couldn’t be changed.
Dean was still obviously pissed off but the question made him shrink back. He pulled his arms over his chest and looked down toward his bare feet. It was so fucking weird seeing his normally open and confident kid act like that. It made John feel like complete shit that Dean could honestly even consider the idea that John would be bothered by anything he could do. John got extremely lucky in that Dean was really just an awesome kid, but even if he wasn’t, John would still think the fucking world of him. Dean was the best thing that happened to him and the best thing he ever created. He really thought he did enough that Dean would get that.
John waited for Dean to break out of his little funk and when he didn’t he shook his head with disappointment. “God, kid, do I really have to say it?”
Dean looked up with an expression of surprise and maybe a dash of confusion, “Say what?”
“Dean,” John tried to stress the seriousness and sincerity in his words even though his head was throbbing and his stomach had started to turn unpleasantly, “I don’t care if you are gay.”
The words hung there between them for a few seconds. If anything Dean seemed to pull in on himself even more as he replied, “I’m not.”
God damn, John cursed inwardly. This whole situation was fucking ridiculous. John could imagine being so thick-headed if he was in Dean’s position. Of course, John’s parents finding out about his sexuality had gone about as bad as it could have so it was not hard to imagine being in Dean’s shoes.
“It doesn’t change anything,” he assured as patiently as he could manage considering his worsening hangover, “I still love you, and you’re still my kid, and all shit.”
Dean sighed and shifted his shoulders like he was uncomfortable in his own skin. “Yeah, I get that,” he said in an almost dismissive way. John didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing but it was something. “But I’m really not gay,” he stated with a surprising level of certainty.
John held in a chuckle because it really wasn’t the time but it was hard. There was a half-naked teenaged boy in his fucking kitchen, for Christ's sake, and he wasn’t there for John because he had been too old for dating teenagers the moment he had a kid (and yeah he was technically still a teenager at that point). Really, what was Dean trying to sell him? “So the guy who looks like he is from page ten of a teen heart-throb magazine who is standing in nothing but his underwear in our kitchen is what? Your tutor?”
Dean still didn’t look comfortable in his own skin but a little smile spread across his face despite that. “Felix is just….different,” Dean explained, “But I’m not really gay, not completely.”
John earned a beer later for being right that their house guest was the practically famed Felix. Well, at least Dean wasn’t completely oblivious because it was obvious there was an interest there just from listening to Dean talk about him.
He whipped at his face to hide his grin. “Oh, so that is the Felix,” he commented, “Guess that explains why you talk about him constantly.”
Dean looked shocked. So shocked that he forgot that he was angry and uncomfortable. “I don’t talk about him that much,” he stated insistently.
Okay, maybe he was still a little oblivious.
“Kiddo, it has been nonstop Felix for like a year,” John informed plainly. “I almost wanted to ask him for his autograph.”
Dean blinked a few times and John was pretty sure he could see Dean running through all the times he talked about Felix in his head. It had to be a quick review because it didn’t take him long to finish with a long sigh that seemed like his form of concession. The tension in his shoulders released visibly and he pushed the fingers of his hand through his hair. “Yeah, well, we haven’t been together that long.”
Despite his pounding head or his churning stomach, John couldn’t help but find himself intrigued. He had figured there was a chemistry there, even if Dean didn’t see it on the surface, but he had figured if Dean was in a same-sex relationship he would have heard about it. Maybe it was just his ego but John had just figured that it wasn’t something so established. “Oh, so this is a whole thing then?” he questioned with a crooked eyebrow, “Prom didn’t just get really out of hand?”
“No,” Dean admitted with a shake of his head, “We’ve been dating since January.”
Well, that was a bomb. Not only was Dean in a gay relationship but he had been for a while. John felt like the most oblivious parent on the planet. In the past, when Dean had been in relationships he talked about it. He hadn’t said shit to John since January, although in hindsight he had been “hanging out” with Felix a fucking lot over the last few months. Maybe John was the one who was oblivious.
“Shit, so it’s serious?” he asked. He was genuinely fucking curious because this was the first time he didn’t know about something so big in Dean’s personal life.
Dean blushed and looked toward the closed door for a second. “I mean yeah, I think so,” Dean answered in a way John had never seen his kid act. He seemed happy which was good but also bashful and uncertain.
Dean was good-looking, well-mannered, smart, and athletic so it wasn’t really surprising that he seemed to be successful in the high school dating scene. He definitely seemed to be more successful than John’s band-geek ass ever had back in the day. He had had at least a couple of serious girlfriends that John knew of. Dean had never seemed really invested in those relationships, at least not enough to care when they ended. John could already tell just by Dean’s body language that this relationship was different.
John wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be happy or worried about that. Dean was supposed to be going off to college in a few months. He wasn’t exactly in the place to be getting into some intense love affair, and John was well aware that when his kid got intense about something he got intense. He didn’t want to discourage Dean either because this was obviously some moment of self-discovery, and he shouldn’t miss out on that or a great romance for that matter. They were usually a wild ride and even if they crashed and burned (which they normally did) the ride was still worth experiencing.
“Good for you, kiddo,” he encouraged, pushing his fingers through his hair as he spoke. “I still thought it was going to be Will that was into guys.” It was probably sort of shitty that he and Nams had a bet going on that one but they absolutely did. Will wasn’t effeminate or anything like that but John had always thought he got a vibe. Maybe it was the Apollo of the whole thing. Having your beloved nephew be the offspring of a guy (or technically god) you used to screw around with was bound to mess with your mind at least a little.
It was an offhanded comment, almost a joke really. Dean shifted with obvious discomfort as his eyes began to wander the room nervously. “Yeah, about that,” he muttered. He seemed to give the next bit some thought before admitting, “Will is gay.”
Am I out of the loop on everything? John wondered.
“Well, fuck,” he exclaimed although there wasn’t that much surprise it. He really had always suspected and he always figured with how close Dean and Will had always been, Dean would be the first to know. “Nams owes me twenty bucks. Does she know?” The way John figured it there was about a fifty percent chance that she knew. Nams was absolutely brilliant after all but she also had a tendency to actively not see things that she wasn’t ready to deal with. Not that Naomi would have any issue with Will being gay. She had always been supportive of John after all. But in some ways, John knew her relationship with Will was still fragile from whatever it was that led him to live at camp for a year. She wouldn’t be looking to potentially drive him away again by prying into his personal life.
“About Will?” Dean questioned with a thoughtful nod, “Yeah, she has known for a while.”
“Sneaky bitch,” John commented with a bit of a chuckle. He was definitely going to give her shit for keeping this one to herself.
“Um, about Aunt Naomi….,” Dean hummed. He was clearly trying to pick his words carefully and the nervous energy rolling off him was back up. “She doesn’t know about me and Felix,” he admitted in an almost whisper - like he was afraid she might somehow hear him or something.
How Dean was acting was so unlike him, John honestly didn’t know what to make of it. He was at least glad to hear that he wasn’t the absolute last person to know about it but beyond that, he was at a complete loss. “Okay.”
“And you can’t tell her,” Dean explained nervously. The kid managed to look at John at the end of the statement and the look in his eyes was absolutely dire.
John fucking loved his kid and he would do almost anything to make him happy but lying to his sister never ended well. He was honestly surprised Dean would even ask for that because John was pretty sure that Dean told Naomi most things about his life.
“Nope,” John dismissively as he shook his head so that he was really extra clear just how much that shit wasn’t happening. “Sorry, kiddo, I can’t lie to your Aunt Nams,” he explained, “I’ve done it before and it has never ended well for me, and she always finds out.”
“Felix’s dad doesn’t know,” Dean explained with an actual huff of frustration “And Felix is really worried about how he will react.”
That concern was one John could understand but he didn’t get how that related to what he told Naomi. “Then I won’t tell Felix’s dad,” he assured, “That I’m pretty sure I can fucking manage since I’ve never met the guy, and I don’t plan on taking an ad out in the newspaper or anything.”
He remembered that Dean had said Felix had moved to town from out of state. John had only barely met the kid but he definitely had a northern accent. If his dad wasn’t a local John was almost positive they hadn’t crossed paths unless the guy had a thing for dive bars. If his kid was so worried about his dad’s reaction to him being gay or whatever, it did make John wonder about the guy. He would have to remember to ask Dean a few follow up questions when Dean was not on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
“Yeah,” Dean hummed still sounding nervous, “But here is the problem.”
At those words, John was immediately reminded of the fact that he was hungover and had a killer headache. Problems were never good. Problems that couldn’t be told to Naomi were likely to be disastrous. “Oh, nothing good ever started with that statement,” he groaned and brought his hands up to scrub at his face. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear what would come next.
“Aunt Naomi is kind of dating Felix’s dad,” Dean admitted.
“Fucking A, Dean!” John shouted. That was so much worse than anything he had been anticipating. Naomi was actually pretty chill, maybe even too chill sometimes, but even she had her fucking limits.
That was just so fucking awkward and as much as John wanted to give this Felix kid’s dad the benefit of the doubt because Naomi was seeing him, he really couldn’t. Naomi didn’t always have the best taste in men, not that John could really judge because he wasn’t that much better. He personally blamed their father for that one. The man had set the fucking rock bottom of expectations. Just don’t be an aggressively religious, abusive, alcoholic and a guy would look great in John’s eyes.
Dean was probably right to worry, but Naomi wouldn’t get that. She would assume the guy was just as open and understanding as she was even if she had no proof that was true. Maybe she would be right but there would still be the awkwardness of the fact Dean was dating her boyfriend’s son. More importantly, if she was wrong she would be devastated and the whole situation would be a fucking mess.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Dean let out a long sigh so at least he somewhat got how much of a shit show this was. “I know,” he stated sounding guilty.
“Did you know about that?” John asked. He could understand that shit happened. If anyone could fucking understand how shit could fucking happen without you realizing, it was John. Dean wasn’t the type of kid to cause trouble. He had always been the easiest fucking kid, way easier than John probably deserved. It was just hard to imagine he would have started something with this kid if he knew that Nams was involved with his dad. “You know, before you two started dating?”
“Um….” Dean hummed and his expression changed. He seemed to think about the question for a bit longer than seemed even remotely fucking necessary before finally starting to talk in a matter-of-fact tone, “Well, technically-”
“Seriously? Why?” John questioned as he threw up his hands in exasperation not needing to hear the rest of whatever Dean was going to say to know the answer. “Are there no other cute boys at school?” Dean was a good looking kid, so he had to have plenty of fucking options so why the fuck would he knowingly pick someone so inconvenient.
“Like Felix?” Dean questioned and blinked at him like the question was absolutely nonsensical before shaking his head, “No, absolutely not.” He spoke with such finality. John was positive he had never heard Dean talk like this about a romantic interest before. This was clearly a big deal.
John couldn’t really criticize him because he had been there. He had definitely met someone and knew that getting anything started with them was a horrible idea but they were just so magnetic, he couldn’t help himself. So he got it but that didn’t make the thing any more convenient.
He sighed heavily. He wanted to help Dean out but lying to Naomi never worked out well. “Kiddo, here’s the problem,” he started.
“Oh, nothing good ever started with that statement,” Dean interrupted him with a sarcastic eye roll.
If John still wasn’t extremely hungover he would have marveled. He often heard how much Dean looked like him, and the kid really fucking did, but he had never really acted as John had at his age. He was never the snarky teenager John had been. This might have been the closest Dean had managed and John was impressed. Yeah, no one wanted their kid to talk back to them but if any kid had a right it was probably Dean. It was probably good for the kid to mouth off now and then and not be so fucking mature about everything.
It was good that Dean relaxed a little but it didn’t make the problem at hand any less real. “Don’t be a smart ass,” he retorted as he pushed his fingers through his hair as he tried to think. Maybe if Dean talked to Naomi and told her his concerns she would keep things to herself. Seemed unlikely but at least it was something to consider.
“Sorry,” Dean replied with a smirk, “That gene didn’t skip a generation.”
“Haha,” John faked a laugh. “Here’s the thing. When your aunt Naomi finds out about this, and she will find out because she always fucking does, you are going to get baked goods and affection, and I’m going to get my ass kicked for keeping it from her.”
Dean shrugged and John got the distinct impression he wasn’t even going to try to argue that. “I’m failing to see a problem with that,” he admitted without sympathy.
“Again, haha.”
Dean let out a long sigh and John thought he could hear the weight of this whole thing in it. “I get that it isn’t ideal. I really do, but I just need a little time,” Dean insisted, “I really don’t want to fuck this up.”
Dean sounded close enough to desperate so John knew he really didn’t have much choice in the matter. “Fine,” he declared with a groan which was more for dramatic effect rather than a real show of frustration. He might not have liked keeping things from Naomi but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t necessary from time to time. This wouldn’t even be the worst secret he was keeping from her by more than he would like to admit. That didn’t mean he was going to give off the impression that it was an easy thing because it wasn’t. “I’ll lie to my only sister because I am the best father ever and I love my only son that much.”
Dean let out an impressively long relieved sigh and John could see how his posture changed like a literal weight had been pulled off his shoulders. “Thank you,” he offered and at least that sounded sincere so when Naomi inevitably found out about this whole shit show John could at least say Dean was sincere about it. She was going to fucking love that. Dean gave a nervous look around the room before looking back at John to ask, “So, are we good?”
“You tell me,” John replied as he threw up his hands. It was also hard to tell when Dean was done blowing off steam when he got pissed so John usually just went with it and when Dean stormed off he figured they were done. “Do you want to yell at me some more or do you want to get back to your date, so I can pass out?”
Dean thought about that for less than a second before he nodded, “Yeah, so we’re good.” Dean was half out the door before he stopped to look back at John from around the door. “Don’t forget to drink water to cut the hangover,” he reminded. The fucking kid couldn’t stop fucking caring even when he really had the right to still be at least somewhat pissed off. John really wasn’t sure how he managed to have a kid that great. “Do you want something for the headache or anything?”
“Just need sleep,” John answered with a shake of his head, “But thanks, kiddo.”
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Treat You Better ➳ PEAKY BLINDERS
xix. BUSINESS
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          Ivy's eyes opened to bright sunlight bursting through her window. She shifted in her bed, something was different. Yes, she was in Tommo's house but that wasn't it. The girl scanned the room looking for something. Finn was gone. Her heart dropped but she was glad. She was upset that he had gone but at least she didn't have to speak to him, not after what happened last night. "I think I love you, Ivy." The words rattled around the girl's brain and she couldn't get rid of them. Something caught Ivy's eye. A small piece of paper rested on her bedside table that hadn't been there last night. The girl sat up and picked up the note to read it. In a slanted scrawl it read:
'Thank you for taking care of me last night. I'm sorry if I was acting a bit weird, it was just the Tokyo. - Finn'
A lot of the words were spelt wrong but Ivy smiled at the note. The intention was there. A strange sadness washed over her when she had read the words, 'It was just the Tokyo'. The girl shook her head, trying to be rid of the unusual misery that had come over her. She cast her thoughts aside and got dressed.
Ivy made her way down the grand staircase of Tom and Grace's house and to the dining room. Upon entering the room, she noticed that everyone was down there, waiting for her. Tommo and Grace were talking. John held a cigar in one hand and Esme in the other. Arthur and Linda were talking whilst she showed him the Bible. Polly was reading a newspaper while Ada tried to talk politics with her and Michael and Finn were sat opposite each other doing nothing. When she walked into the room, most people's heads snapped towards her. "Don't worry, Ivy. You're not late at all." Michael sarcastically spat. "It's not her fault. I asked Finn to wake her up but he refused." Tom stood up for the girl. Ivy scanned the table for spare seats. The only ones free were one beside Michael and one beside Finn. She chose the lesser of the two evils and sat next to Finn. When she sat down, she noticed the boy tense up and his hands that had been resting on the table were clenched together. The boy's hair was messy and his eyes drooped but he still managed to make the girl's heart flutter. Especially after what he had said last night. "Morning." Ivy said to her friend, trying to loosen up the tense air between them. "Morning." He grumbled, his voice hoarse. The servants started to bring in breakfast and everybody prepared themselves by putting any books or newspapers away. As Ivy ate, she noticed somebody staring at her from across the table. Their gaze was intense and icy.
Michael.
The girl looked straight at him and raised an eyebrow. "I guess the happy couple aren't so happy anymore." Michael mouthed. Ivy placed her fork on the table and raised her middle finger at the man. She was not in the mood for his teasing. Everybody continued to eat their breakfast as usual and Ivy blocked Michael out as much as she possibly could. When the servants had cleaned everyone's plates up, Tom stood from his chair. "There is some business that needs to be dealt with. I'm busy so John, Arthur, Finn and Ivy will take care of it. You have a meeting with the Changrettas in Charlie's yard at midday. It's to do with Lizzie so be careful with what you say."
Ivy wondered who the Changrettas were and what they had to do with Lizzie. She thought the name sounded familiar but she couldn't find out why. People began to leave the table and Arthur called John and the teens over to discuss the business. "Alright you lot, like Tommy said, you've got to be careful with what you say. These Changrettas are nasty Italian bastards and they're not happy with us. You two," The man turned to Finn and Ivy. "Keep your distance from them, especially you, Ivy."
"Why me?" The girl asked curiously. "'Cause if they see something they like, they will take it." A look of disgust passed over Ivy's face. "Wait, wait, wait. What does an Italian family have to do with Lizzie?" Ivy overcame her disgust and asked the Shelbys."She dates one of the wops. Remember?" John told the girl and patted her shoulder. "Ohh." She said, finally realising where she'd heard the name before. "Are there any more questions before we leave?" Nobody responded to Arthur's question so they all followed him out to the car so they could head back to Small Heath.
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Ivy and Finn stood at the entrance to Charlie's yard, checking the Italians that were about to meet with John and Arthur. The first man walked over to the pair. He was fairly young with dark eyes and a chiseled jaw. Finn tensed at the way he was eyeing up Ivy. The girl went to start searching the man but Finn held her back. "I'll do them." He offered. Ivy was confused at his proposition, she hadn't noticed the intense gaze the Italian man had cast upon her. "All of them?" She questioned and Finn nodded. Ivy nodded, not wanting to talk to Finn for too long. She observed the men to make sure they weren't hiding any tricks up their sleeves. There were three men in total, two younger ones and an older man.
During the search of the second man, Isaiah emerged from the other side of the bridge. He walked straight over to speak to Ivy because Finn was busy. "Sorry I'm late. I was with Bella," He told the girl. Her eyebrow perked up at the mention of the girl's name. "No, we didn't before you ask. She said I was too high but she might treat me later." Isaiah nudged Ivy's arm and smiles played on both of their lips. A cough sounded from Finn, signifying that they were ready. The trio led the Changrettas into Charlie's yard to where Arthur and John were waiting.
A small table complete with a tablecloth and pot of tea were waiting for the group, a few chairs dotted around the table. It was insulting, really, but these were the Peaky Blinders so it was to be expected. The Italian men had looks of disgust plastered across their faces at the sight of all the horse manure scattered across the floor. "You asked for a meeting out in the open, fresh air and the fine aroma of shit. 'Neutral ground' you said." Arthur announced to the men.
The trio of teenagers stood off to the side, stern looks on all of their faces. "This is hardly neutral ground." The older Changretta, Vincente, said. "Well, it's what you've got," Arthur told them as he took a seat next to John. "So, por favor, sit down."
A smirk was plastered across John's face as he tried to contain his laughter. "Where is Thomas?" Vincente asked, refusing to sit down. "He got called away." John informed the Changrettas. "He said he'd be here." The man replied instantly, his accent getting seemingly thicker as he spoke."Yeah, he is busy." Arthur added. John began to speak again, anger slowly starting to flow through him again. "And I just told you he got called away. What do you want?" He was lent back in his chair with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The Changretta man got closer to the Shelby brothers and Ivy noticed Isaiah and Finn's hands get closer to their guns. "There has been a peace between the Peaky Blinders and the Changretta family for two years now-"
"Do you want some tea or not?" John interrupted the man. "Here, Finn, pour the Italians some English tea. Go on." The boy was reluctant at first but poured the tea into a small china cup. Ivy scoffed at John and he smirked as a response. "We don't want fucking tea!" Vincente spat, shocking everyone with his sudden outburst of anger. Arthur and John exchanged glances, they were up to something and Ivy wanted to know what. Finn slammed the tea cup back onto the table and walked back to his friends. "We want an explanation." Arthur stood up and reached for the cup of tea that Finn had poured. "Well, I'll have some tea." John spoke up again, "Explanation for what?"
"The Little Venice Restaurant on Forge Street was burnt down-" John interrupted the man again, Vincente's anger was rising in his chest like a burning flame, waiting to come bursting out of his throat. "No. No. Couldn't have been us, we was at a wedding."
"You burnt it down to stop my son being at that same wedding." The Italian spat back almost immediately. "He wasn't missed." Arthur muttered under his breath as he sipped his tea. Chuckles circled the group, everyone except for the Italian trio was laughing. "You are such big boys now. But once you borrowed clothes from us to look like men." The Changretta man told the brothers. "How's the tea, Arthur?" John asked his brother, clearly bored from Vincente's speech. The eldest Shelby threw the tea onto the floor, "It's cold." The man shrugged and John giggled under his breath again. Vincente Changretta took a deep sigh before he spoke again. "Please tell Tommy that we pay him whatever he asks us to pay. We stay out of the city and off the tracks," The man took another few steps, getting closer to the brothers. "But you tell him from me that my son will walk with any woman in this city. Any woman he chooses. Even if that woman works for the emperor, Thomas Shelby. My son is in love-"
John snorted, interrupting the man for the third time during their meeting. 'He's a little asshole' Ivy thought to herself, smirking and shaking her head at the same time. "Sorry. Do excuse me. Carry on." John rubbed his face, trying to stop himself from chuckling. There was a long pause as Vincente tried to contain his anger. "And if he wishes, he will walk with the woman he loves." John rubbed his nose and sniffed, "Okay." He agreed to the Italian's proposition. "You know," John reached for the tea pot and poured some more tea into the cup. "It would be hard for your son to walk anywhere with a bullet in each knee, wouldn't it?" He kept digging a hole, trying to anger the man even more than he had already done. He sipped his tea silently.
"Too much." Mr Changretta warned. Ivy didn't find the man even remotely intimidating and found John's insulting taunts quite hilarious. It was probably down to the fact that Vincente let John's taunts go straight to his head and he had obvious reactions to them.
"You said too much, my friend. Sabini says, 'Suck and swallow'. But no. Too much. I spit." The Italian spat on the floor when he had finished speaking. Ivy looked at her friends, they each shared the same look of confusion. "Bit of a strange analogy." The girl told her friends. The Italians started to leave the yard but one stayed behind. The creepy one with the chiseled jaw picked up one of the wooden chairs and smashed it against the ground repeatedly, shattering it into many pieces. Arthur sighed at his actions, annoyed that he broke a chair. "Fucking hell," He muttered. "Isaiah," Arthur called the teen over to him. "Put two extra men on our pubs in Nechells." Isaiah nodded, agreeing to his actions. "What are you talking about, Arthur? We're not scared of the Eyeties anymore." An annoyed and confused John questioned. "Don't tell Tommy about the chair and clean this fucking shit up." Arthur stood up as he barked his orders at the group. "We're not scared of fucking wops!" John shouted back as his brother walked away. Finn moved to start cleaning up the chair as John slumped back in his chair. "For fuck's sake." He muttered under his breath. He took a deep sigh before standing up and walking up to Ivy. "Ivy, I need your help with something." She looked up at the man, "What do you need?" The Shelby only smirked.
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John and Ivy had to stop off at the betting shop for a few minutes so John could speak to Polly. He told the girl that his aunt wanted them to apologise and move on. He said that they weren't going to listen. They didn't want to seem soft. The pair walked down the sullen streets of Birmingham, heading for the tailor shop where they would find their target, Angel Changretta. They stopped outside of the door and John turned to Ivy. "If you're not okay with this then you can stay out here."
"No, no. John, it's fine. Anything I can do to help you." The man threw his arm over the girl's shoulder. "That's my girl." He shook her around a little bit before they walked into the shop. They sneaked in and hid behind a clothes rail. Ivy heard footsteps coming from the staircase. She tapped John's shoulder, signifying that their target was there. He gestured for the girl to go in front of him so she could make the first move. "Just there, sir. There." The tailor told the Italian. Ivy stood up, the clothes rail was luckily taller than her. The suits started to move on the rack, Ivy's heart thumped against her chest. She couldn't afford to mess up. The clothes parted fully, revealing Ivy stood there.
She smiled and greeted the man, "Hey." She thrust her fist forward and it connected with the man's nose. He groaned and stumbled backwards. The other Italian that was there went for Ivy. She dodged him and pushed the man towards John. Angel Changretta had fully recovered and was trying to hit Ivy. She dodged every blow, finally going for one of her own. The girl swung her leg at the man, kicking him into the wall behind him. She held the man against the stairs and repeatedly punched him in the face, blood pouring from his nose. To make sure that he was no longer a threat, she grabbed his shoulders and bashed his head against the banister of the stairs. "Fucking hell, Vee." John said from behind her. The Italian that went for him was on the floor unconscious. "Shit. I didn't mean to... I didn't..." The girl started to freak out. "S'alright." John pulled her into a hug, careful not to get blood on her clothes and she did the same.
The girl screamed, somebody had pulled her to the ground. Her head hit the floor and she looked up to find Angel Changretta over her, his fist about to connect with her jaw. Suddenly, he was pulled back. The girl scooted back to sit against the wall, pain shooting through her skull. She saw John over the man, his hat in his hand. "Are you going to kill me?" The man whimpered. "Get fucking up," John wrestled with the man, eventually pushing him against the floor. "Stay away from Lizzie!" He shouted. John pressed his cap into the man's eyes, screams coming from him. Blood squirted out of the wound in the man's eyes. "By order of the Peaky fucking Blinders!" John finished with the man and stood up. He came over to Ivy. "Are you alright?" John helped the girl up and held her face in his hands. "Yeah." Her voice came out as barely a whisper. The man took one last look over her and led her up the stairs of the tailor shop and back to the car. "You should get some sleep." The girl agreed and closed her eyes, trying to forget the blood on her hands.
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Ivy woke to John shaking her small frame. "Tommy said he wants you in today," The girl's eyes fluttered open and she noticed that they were outside the betting shop. She went to climb out of the car but John stopped her. "Wash your hands in the kitchen before you go in." Ivy looked at her hands, blood still covered them. "Okay, thank you." John rubbed her shoulder before she got out. The girl was glad to find out that the door was unlocked. She rushed into the house and straight into the kitchen so she could wash her hands. The girl furiously washed her hands, trying to be as quick as possible. Unbeknownst to the girl, Thomas was standing at the entrance to the betting shop, watching her. She turned around and noticed the man there. She jumped and clutched her heart. "Shit, Tommo. How long have you been there for?" He walked towards the girl and grabbed her hands. "John took you to the Changrettas then?" She nodded, not wanting to say anything more to the Shelby man. He didn't ask anymore questions, which she was grateful for, and he left to go to his office. She let out a deep sigh and finished washing her hands. Ivy was glad to be back at work, though. The girl had a couple of days off because of Tommo's wedding but she was back to stay, at least for a while.
That day was also a Friday, meaning that she was going to stay with her father later that night so she had to try and rush through the majority of her work so she wasn't behind. She was also excited to work in her new office. She had been moved to a slightly nicer room. Unfortunately, it was opposite Michael's but she did her best to ignore the man. Ivy walked to her office, but on her way she heard a noise that instantly perked her ears up. A female giggle. She paused in her place, about to walk into her office. Slowly, she turned around to look at Michael's door. More giggles came from his room. 'He's with the whore. Isn't he?' Ivy asked herself. Since he was being annoying at breakfast, she thought that she would return the favour. The girl walked into her office and grabbed some papers that were already finished and stopped back outside Michael's door. She could see shadows moving around inside and different sounds were coming from the interior, rather than giggles. Ivy was familiar with the sound. It was Michael moaning.
'Perfect' She said to herself, a cynical smirk plastered across her face. Ivy knocked but she didn't wait for a reply. As she walked in, she heard desperate scrambling. The girl decided to play dumb. "I've got some papers for you, Boss." She knew that she would piss him off if she called him that. His face was flushed and clothes were scruffy. "T-thank you, Ivy. You can go now."
He tried to rush her out of the room. She walked closer to the desk and slammed her work on the desk. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your new friend?" Ivy asked and tilted her head, her hands placed firmly on the desk. Michael's face dropped, annoyed that Ivy had realised that somebody else was in the room. He pushed his chair backwards but not before zipping his trousers up. He cleared his throat before speaking, "Charlotte, this is Ivy. Ivy, this is Charlotte." A girl with brown hair sheepishly stood up from under the desk, her cheeks a bright shade of crimson. She recognised the girl as the crack whore from Tom's wedding. "It's so nice to meet you properly!" Ivy beamed and stuck her hand out for Charlotte to shake. Charlotte looked lost, she didn't know what to do. She glanced at her hands and they were slick with a mysterious substance. Ivy knew full well what it was. The Solomons grabbed the girl's hand and shook it firmly. Michael's face was one of anger and confusion. When the girls pulled away, there was a string of the mysterious substance. Ivy didn't look at it but she knew it was there. "Well, sir, I'll be in my office should you need me."
The girl went to leave but stopped at the door because Michael called out to her. "I'll be having words with you later." He warned. "Yes, Boss." Luckily, Charlotte had her back to Ivy. The Solomons finally looked at her hand then showed it to Michael. She winked and licked the substance off of her hand then left the room, closing the door behind her. "Prick." She muttered as she walked into her own office, cleaning the rest of her hand. Her work was interrupted fairly soon after she sat down, though. Thomas burst into the room, demanding that she come with him. They walked towards the kitchen. Ivy saw Finn coming out of it after something Arthur had said. "Finn, you can stay." Tom told him as him and Ivy walked in. The boy smirked and went back into the room.
"Tommo, this is a family meeting. I shouldn't be here." Ivy spoke up after realising the other people in the room. "Stay. This involves you." Tom told her and she stayed still, curious at what he was going to say. The girl noticed from the corner of her eye that Finn was staring at her. The smirk had fallen off of his face and he looked sad. His eyes were puffy, probably from crying. Ivy's heart dropped. Things were still awkward between them but she hated seeing her friends upset. "Sit down, John. You too, Ivy," Thomas ordered. Both of them followed his instruction. Tom took a long pause before speaking again "You two cut Angel Changretta,"
Nausea filled Ivy, if she had known that she was going against Tom's orders, she probably wouldn't have gone along with it.
"Even though Arthur told you to apologise. Polly told you to compromise. You chose not to listen to Mr Apologise or Mrs Compromise. Ivy I can understand that you were just following orders but show more initiative next time, eh?" The girl kept her eyes trained on the ground, too ashamed to make eye contact. She was already regretting what she did, regardless of whether she went against Tommo. "Now I've got an Italian walking around my backyard saying he's going to kill my brother and Alfie Solomons' daughter. So what do we do, eh? Should we apologise or do we compromise?" Ivy thought that the adult should answer since her word counts for very little. John let out a long breath but didn't respond. Silence filled the room. "Oh, it was just something John said as a joke." Arthur tried to defend the pair but kept his voice low. "Yeah but he's your brother as well, Arthur and Ivy is pretty much your sister." Thomas kept his own voice low. "Yeah," Arthur simply responded. "I know I didn't want to start a war over something John said without meaning it." Tommo grunted and spoke again. "So, should he apologise in Italian or in English?" The question confused both Ivy and John, they both looked at each other, eyebrows furrowed."Or should we ask them which fucking language they prefer? I'm not clear." Polly put her hand on Arthur's arm and took a chance to speak. "You said while this business was going on in London, you wanted peace at home."
"And the only way to guarantee peace is by making the prospect of war seem hopeless. If you apologise once, you do it again and again and again. Like taking bricks out of the wall of your fucking house. Do you want to bring the house down, Arthur?" Silence filled the room yet again. Arthur let out a low grunt. "If you're soft on rebellion, it'll grow." Thomas continued. Arthur stood up from his chair. "Bloody 'soft on rebellion'." He repeated. "You did the right thing. Ivy and John. Now we go on the offensive. We take two of the Changretta pubs, and we take them tonight. That's it. Ivy, I'm taking you to your father. I don't want you anywhere near this." Ivy was shocked at Tom's words. He had just seemed so mad that they attacked Angel Changretta and then he was completely fine with it. 'He's more unpredictable than my father.' Ivy told herself.
"Oh! Right. For Christ's sake, why?" Polly shouted at her nephew. "Eh?" Thomas had walked away but stopped in his tracks. "Why?" Polly repeated. Tom marched back over to the group. "Why? Because we fucking can. Because we fucking can and if we can, we do. And if we lift our heel off their necks now, they'll just come at us! Remember these are the bastards that wanted Danny Whizz-Bang dead," The group was silent once more as they waited for Tom to speak again. "You're getting soft, brother. Soft and weak. Save the Bible for Sundays, eh? Finn, I need you to take Ivy to her father's, get to Hockley and then home. It's been a long day." The boy walked out of the door without a word, Ivy and Tommo followed behind. Tom turned around to give one final order. "You take the Wrexham, you take the Five Bells. You get them signed over to us in the morning. You make sure the coppers stay away. Don't use the fucking phones, alright? There's someone listening." The trio climbed into the car that was parked outside the betting den. Finn and Tom were in the front and Ivy was in the back. "Ivy, if you're father's mad that you're late, just tell him you were doing business with me." Tommo told her as they began their journey to Camden Town. "Okay." The girl squeaked out.
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The journey was quick and quiet. Thomas definitely felt the tension between the two teens but didn't say anything about it. When they stopped at Alfie's house, Ivy got out silently. She didn't say a word to either Tom or Finn. She wasn't in the mood to see her father but she had to go. The girl timidly raised her hand to knock on the door to her Father's house. She took a quick glance at her small wrist watch to see that it was almost seven o'clock in the evening. She was almost eight hours late. The inside of the house was dark, only the silhouette of her father could be seen. "You're late." He grumbled. "I'm sorry, dad. Tommo and I were finishing up some business and-"
"Business? Business with Tommy fucking Shelby! Get in," He dragged the girl into the house by the collar of her shirt. Alfie pushed his daughter into what she assumed was the living room. There was one lonesome lamp in the corner. Shadows crept up the walls like demons searching for prey. Shards of glass lay scattered across the floor. 'What happened here? Had he been drinking?' Ivy asked herself but she was too scared to speak, too scared to move."Do you know how worried I was? You drove me out of my fucking mind! He could have got you killed, he could have..." His words trailed off as he noticed the splatters of blood that rested on his daughter's skirt. "What's this? Did he do this?"
"Dad, I-" Ivy tried to speak but her father was louder. "Fucking gypsy bastard. I told you he couldn't keep you safe. You are staying with me, yeah?. I'm not letting you go back to that Brummie scum ever again." The man got closer to the girl and spat his words in her face. His hands were back on the collar of her shirt and Ivy almost struggled to breath, the fear stealing all of the oxygen out of her lungs. "Dad, I-" She tried to speak again but her father cut her off. Instead of using his words, he used his hand. Alfie slapped Ivy, his hand came sharply across the girl's cheek. She let out a large squeal and dropped to the floor, clutching her face. "What have I fucking told you?" He pulled the girl's hair then threw her back to the ground. Ivy was too scared to look back at her father so she just stared at the floor, small whimpers lept from her mouth. "Get to bed. Go!" He shouted. She jumped onto her feet and sprinted to her room. The girl was tempted to make a break for the door but she knew that this time her father would chase after her and catch her. Ivy ran up the stairs and to her room. She slammed the door and collapsed on her bed. Sobs racked her body. The girl had never wanted to be back in Birmingham so much. She wanted the Shelbys back, wanted their protection, their warmth back. But most of all, she wanted Finn back. Cries and whines shook the girl's body, hot tears streamed down her face. In that moment she realised something.
'I love Finn.'
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xx. THE TURNING POINT 
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BTS Toddler Series #30: Multilingual
Author’s Note: I did use Google Translate for the Korean translations. If something is wrong, it was not my intention. The English translation of what they say in Korean will be at the end of the sentence spoken. Hope you guys enjoy!
Kim Seokjin
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“Kaiden, look who’s here,” you announced as you walked into the living room, Jin’s parents following behind you.
“Chin Mae!” Jin’s mother exclaimed and Kaiden quickly slid down off of the couch and ran over to her, throwing himself into her open arms.
“Halmeoni, Hal-abeoji,” Kaiden exclaimed, giggling when Jin’s mom pressed a kiss to the side of his head. (Grandma, Grandpa.)
“Neoneun neomu keojyeossda,” Jin’s father gasped dramatically as Kaiden hugged his legs. (You’ve gotten so big.)
“Naneun jigeum keun sonyeon-iya,” Kaiden stated proudly, and Jin’s mom chuckled as she ran her hand over his head. (I’m a big boy now.)
“Geulae neoneun,” she nodded before turning to look at you. “He looks even more like Jin now, if that’s possible.” (Yes, you are.)
“Doesn’t he?” You giggled, watching as Jin’s father picked Kaiden up and set him on his hip. “If we end up having another baby, let’s hope that one will look more like me.”
“You don’t want our children to look like your Worldwide Handsome husband?” Jin teased as he walked into the living room, stopping to give his mother a hug and a kiss and a half hug to his father.
“I mean, I’d like it to look like I had a hand in creating them too,” you pointed out. 
“Don’t worry Y/N,” Jin’s father said. “Jeog-eodo chin maeneun abeojicheoleom haengdonghaji anhseubnida.” (At least Chin Mae doesn’t act like his father.)
“Hey, I can hear you,” Jin whined, while you giggled at what his father had said.
Min Yoongi
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“Hi Kins,” you greeted her as she walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her eyes since she had just woken up for the morning.
“Hi,” she mumbled, going straight over to Yoongi, who leaned down and picked her up before setting her on his lap.
“Hungry baby girl?” He asked as he rubbed her back softly, a chuckle escaping him when she nodded her head and stuck her thumb in her mouth as she laid her head on his chest.
“Do you want waffles or oatmeal?” You asked her, looking over at her and Yoongi.
“Oatmeal please,” she mumbled around her thumb.
“Ah, say that in Korean for me,” Yoongi requested and you rolled your eyes playfully. Yoongi had noticed that Kinsley’s Korean vocabulary was significantly smaller than her English one, so he had decided to work with her on it.
“Oteumiljuseyo?” She asked and you nodded your head, going to work on making it for her.
“And what about waffles? Can you say that?” Yoongi wondered.
“Wapeul?” She said as she looked up at Yoongi for confirmation and he nodded with a smile.
“Joh-eun jig-eob yeoja ag,” Yoongi praised as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. (Good job baby girl.)
Kim Namjoon
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“Daddy!” Mason screamed as he ran into Namjoon’s office and Namjoon looked up in surprise as Mason dashed over to him.
“Whoa!” Namjoon huffed as Mason launched himself up onto Namjoon’s lap, making him laugh as Mason repeatedly tapped his shoulder. “What’s up Mase?”
“Haggyoeseo museun il-i iss-eossneunji chucheug?” Mason said excitedly. (Guess what happened at school?)
“What happened?”
“Seonsaengnim-i goyang-ileul haggyoe delyeo wassseubnida,” he rambled quickly and Namjoon almost didn’t catch what he’d said because he was gong so fast and his pronunciation was a little off. (My teacher brought her cat to school.)
“Did she?”  Namjoon asked and Mason nodded quickly. “Did you pet it?”
“Geulae geuligo geugeos-eun maeu budeuleobjiman mopineun nae son jeonchee geollyeossda,” he giggled as he held his hands up. (Yeah and it was really soft but it’s fur got all over my hands.)
“Mase,” you called as you walked into Namjoon’s office, smiling when you saw him sitting on his Dad’s lap. “Are you in here talking your dad’s ear off about the cat from today?”
“Yeah, and in Korean,” Namjoon pointed out and you smiled proudly.
“Jal haess-eo,” you praised him, making him grin widely in response. “Why don’t you go wash your hands and I’ll come give you a snack, ok?” You said and Mason nodded before sliding down from Namjoon’s lap and walking out of the office. (Good job.)
“Have you noticed that he does that a lot lately? Speaking Korean,” Namjoon wondered.
“Have I? You’re asking this question to the person that was just in the car with him for 15 minutes, listening to him ramble in Korean about a cat,” you giggled, making Namjoon do the same.
Jung Hoseok 
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“Babo!” You heard Berkeley yell and your eyes widened at hearing the tone of her voice. (Stupid!)
“Dangsin-eun babo,” you heard Lennox retort and you walked out of your bedroom down the hallway to their bedroom, only to see them glaring at each other when you looked inside. (You’re stupid.)
“Hey! What is going on in here and why are you calling each other stupid?” You demanded to know as you walked inside and stood in front of them.
“Lennox took my book,” Berkeley said as she looked up at you. “And he didn’t ask first.”
“I don’t have to, it’s mines too,” Lennox snapped back.
“Hey, what’s happening?” Hobi wondered as he walked into the room as well and stood next to you.
“Lennox took Berkeley’s book and they were in here calling each other stupid in Korean,” you explained.
“What did I tell you two about calling each other names?” Hobi said sternly.
“But Daddy,” Berkeley tried to say but Hobi held his hand up, which made her stop talking.
“I don’t want to hear it. I told you both about being mean to each other multiple times,” he sighed heavily. “Taim aus,” he said and both of the twins pouted before heading to opposite corners of their room and sitting down in the corner. (Time out.)
“10 bun,” you said, waiting to get a nod from both of them before you and Hobi walked out of their room. (10 minutes.)
“God, I can’t wait for them to be out of this fighting each other phase,” Hobi groaned. “I thought twins were supposed to be best friends?”
“Best friends fight too babe,” you pointed with a giggle, making Hobi shrug and nod in agreement.
Park Jimin
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“Mommy, Daddy,” Noah said as he walked into your bedroom, a small book in his hands.
“Yes Noey?” You asked as you looked up from your phone.
“Can we read a story?” He asked and you looked over at Jimin, who nodded.
“Sure, come up here mini me,” he said and Noah wasted no time in climbing up onto the bed and over Jimin’s body to settle in between the two of you.
“What book did you pick?” You wondered and Noah held it up so that you could see it and you couldn’t help but to chuckle. You and Jimin had been pretty adamant on Noah being fluent in Korean as well as English so the two of you had invested in some books that told the story in both Korean and in English.
“Can you read it Daddy?” Noah requested and Jimin chuckled as he took the book out of his hands.
“Why do I always have to read it when it’s in Korean?” Jimin whined.
“You talk it better than Mommy does,” Noah confessed and you gasped dramatically.
“I can speak Korean just as good as Daddy can,” you defended.
“Actually, you can’t,” Jimin spoke up. “Your pronunciation is still a little off sometimes.”
“The level of disrespect in this family is ridiculous,” you huffed.
“Yeah, it’s not nice when the shoe is on the other foot is it?” Jimin snickered.
“Daddy, eoseo,” Noah whined as he poked Jimin’s arm. (Come on).
“Al-ass-eo, al-ass-eo, jinjeonghae,” Jimin chuckled before opening the book and beginning to read. (Alright, alright, calm down.)
Kim Taehyung
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“Mommy,” Spencer whined as she pulled lightly on your hand.
“Yes Spence?” You answered as you stirred the pot of tomato sauce in front of you with the hand that Spencer wasn’t currently trying to rip off.
“Can we practice Korean?” She wondered and you rolled your eyes lightly. Lately, Spencer had been on this kick of wanting to speak Korean as well as Taehyung was able to, and this led to you becoming her impromptu study partner and coach.
“Spence, we just practiced last night before you went to bed, remember?” You said, trying to sneak your way out of doing it. 
“Need more practice,” she insisted. “Wanna be good like Daddy.”
“Alright,” you sighed, not being able to resist the pout on her face. “If someone asked you how old you are, how you would answer in Korean?”
“Naneun 3 sal-ida,” she replied carefully and you nodded your head. (I am three years old.)
“How about if they asked what’s your name?”
“Nae ileum-eun gimjin-ae,” she chirped and you smiled, knowing that she’d get that one right. (My name is Kim Jin Ae.)
“Ok, I have a really tricky one for you,” you said and Spencer’s eyes lit up at the challenge. “You ready?” You asked and she nodded quickly. “If someone asked what’s your favorite thing to do, how would you answer?”
“Oh,” she murmured, lowering her head as she thought for a moment. “naneun eommawa appawa hamkkehaneun geos-eul joh-ahabnida,” she replied slowly, making you grin at how well she’d said it. (I like being with Mommy and Daddy and Tannie.)
“Ulin neowa hamkkeissneun geos-eul joh-ahae,” you cooed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. (We like being with you too Spence.)
Jeon Jungkook
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“Daddy?” Ava called as she walked into Jungkook’s office that was in your house, which doubled as both an office and his studio for making music and his GCFs.
“Yes Angel?” He said as he continued to focus on his computer in front of him.
“What’s Korean for not nice?” She asked as she leaned against his chair and Jungkook tore his gaze away from the computer monitor to look down at her.
���Johji anh-a,” he answered hesitantly. “Why do you need to know that?”
“There’s this boy at school who’s not nice,” she started to explain and Jungkook’s eyes widened.
“Is he bothering you Angel?” Jungkook questioned and Ava shook her head, which made him relax.
“He’s not nice to other people Daddy and my teacher said that we can’t tell people that they’re not nice so I wanna tell him in Korean,” she explained.
“Angel, you know your teacher can speak Korean too right?” He pointed out with a chuckle and Ava’s eyes widened. 
“Oh,” she mumbled. “Well, I’m gonna tell him anyway.”
“You have to listen to your teacher though Ava,” Jungkook said seriously. 
“Bulgongpyeong,” she muttered before standing up straight and storming out of his office. (No fair.)
“Naneun ttaettaelo geu aie daehae geogjeonghabnida,” Jungkook mumbled to himself before turning his attention back to the computer. (I worry about that child sometimes.)
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soheila-1996 · 4 years
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My story- Part ten
My little disclaimer
I have epilepsy. This details my seizures, I can’t speak for everyone, everyone’s seizures/ experiences are different. This is graphic. Seizures are messy. They aren’t fun and it felt wrong to make it out to be cute when they really aren’t.   Pretty much all the things that happen in the plot have happened to me. Well, I’m not married to a king or live in a palace so…there’s that but everything else is accurate.  There may be some jokes about it here because I do joke about it sometimes. It makes me more comfortable and I find it helps relax everyone around me. I’m also writing about it because there really aren’t that many fics written about it and I think it’s important to shine light on it.
Any feedback is really appreciated! :)
Tagging people who shared the last  part. You don’t have to read it! I just thought you might want to see what happens: @kacie-0156 @texaskitten30, @cordonianroyalty, @kingliam2019 , @bebepac, @kingliam-rys, @cordonia-gothqueen, @kimmiedoo5, @bbrandy2002, @loveellamae  @bobasheebaby @losingbraincellseveryday  @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @jared2612 @flutistbyday2020 @debramcg1106 @leaharhys @cordoniaqueensworld @bascmve01 @anotherbeingsworld
Paring: Liam and Riley
Warnings: blood 
Word count: 3,966
Catch up here
(Riley’s POV)  It’s just over a week after the incident with Ben and what happened at school on Thursday last week. It’s now Friday. I haven't been back to school since last Friday. The entire day was just awful, Someone had posted the video of my seizure in the cafeteria and the one Ben had taken was still circling around.�� 
Ben, Lucas and a couple of the other students that were seen videoing the seizure had been suspended but It didn’t change what they had done. It hurt more because I knew most of them and at one time considered them to be my friends. Of course, I wanted them to be punished for their actions but all I really wanted was an apology. I really doubt I’ll ever get one though. None of them are sorry.  I just can’t grasp how someone could be so cruel. 
I had avoided social media for the most part over the last few days. My parents obviously knew about the seizure on Thursday and Josh had told them I hadn’t taken my medication. They, like Josh, had lectured me when they got home and had made sure I took on Friday and over the weekend. By the time Monday arrived they had relaxed a little bit and trusted me to take them unprompted, which is probably their biggest mistake. 
I didn’t take them on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, yesterday or today.  I hate taking them. None of my friends have to take pills every morning. I’ve had to do it for years, for as long as I can remember and I hate it. Who the hell screwed my brain up so badly. 
No one knows about my sudden medication strike. I just want to feel normal. I take them and it still happens so what’s the point in it anymore? 
I was supposed to go to school on Monday but I had refused to go. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with any more bullshit that was bound to come spewing out of peoples mouths.  I also had not been to sleep that night because I was so anxious about school the next morning. Taking all of this into account, my parents let me stay home to get some sleep.  Like I had expected, I had a seizure that evening during dinner and another one that night. They had continued. I know that it could be down to my not taking my medication but who's to say they wouldn’t have happened anyway?
It’s the early evening now. Casey is at her boyfriend's house, Josh just got home and is getting ready to go out with his friend, John, for his birthday at night, my mom and dad are debating whether to go out for dinner to celebrate their 20th anniversary to night and sally is sat on sat at the table on the phone. 
I’m laying on the couch in the conjoining living room trying to drown out the sounds of my family around me. I could hear my mom and dad going back and forth about their decision. From what i understand they’re not sure because of the amount of seizures I’ve had over the last few days. 
“Just go!” I called, frustrated. They don’t need to miss out because of me. I don’t want them to. 
“Ri-” My dad started. 
“I’m fine. I feel fine,” I interrupted. They look unsure. “Just go. It’s your anniversary. You’ve had this reservation for ages. Go.” 
They still don’t look convinced. I shook my head and rolled my eyes in annoyance. I wish that everyone would just relax a little bit. “I have seizures all the time. It’s just a big deal, just go and celebrate.” 
“It is a big deal, Riley,” my mom insisted. “We’re just worried about you.” 
“There’s no reason to be. I’m fine!” I said, raising my voice in annoyance. 
“Riley,” my dad warned. 
“Sorry.” 
Just then Johs walked into the room. “If you’re going to go out for dinner; i can stay with her just in case,” he offered. 
“No, you won’t,”I insisted, getting up off the couch. “I’ll be fine. It’s John’s birthday. You promised to go out with him tonight,” I reminded him.
“But-” 
“I can stay,” Sally chimed in, placing her phone down. 
“Aren’t you going to that party tonight, though?” I asked. I’m sure that was tonight. 
“It’s fine,” she reassured, “I don’t mind staying.” 
My mom turned to Sally, “Are you sure?” 
“Yeah,” she responded. 
“Okay,” my mom nodded. Josh soon left to go and meet up with John after giving me a quick hug and the hundredth time that day asking me if I’m alright. Protective older brothers..
It was forty-five minutes later and my mom and dad were just getting ready to leave. My mom pulled me into a hug as my dad looked for his car keys that he had once again misplaced. 
“Are you sure you’re alright?” she asked me...again. 
“Yes, you worry too much,” I accused as she pulled back. Once I had reassured my mom and dad again that i’m fine, they left too, leaving me and Sally alone. 
I returned back to laying on the couch and playing on my phone. Sally sat down on the armchair next to the couch, also on her phone. I can tell that she isn’t happy about having to babysit me since her face looks like a slapped ass. 
A while passes and the tension in the room is palpable. “Why don’t you just go to the party?” I ask. 
“Mom and dad would kill me,” she said, continuing to scroll through her phone. 
“I’m seventeen; I can look after myself.” 
Sally looks over to me like I've grown two heads or something. “And what if you have a seizure?” I rolled my eyes at her and groaned. “What?” 
“I. Am. Fine. I’m not going to have a seizure so you don’t need to worry. I know how to look after myself; I don't need a babysitter. It’s like I’m not allowed to do anything because ‘what if I had  a seizure’ it is so annoying!”
“Riley-” 
“No!” I yelled, “Just go to your party.” She goes silent; debating it. 
“Call me if you don’t feel well?” 
“Yes, I’ll call you ‘if’ I don’t feel well.” After I reassured her again that I would be fine and that I’d call if I started to not feel well, she changed then left. 
Finally some peace and quiet. 
It was about an hour later; I’m laying on the couch, just waking up from a nap when my stomach flips. 
Fuck. 
Don’t panic. I haven’t eaten for a while, maybe that’s why. I know that denying what’s about to happen isn't going to help. I know I’m about to have a seizure; this is a feeling I'm all too familiar with. 
I sit up on the couch and feel around me on my phone. Where is it?! My memory is starting to get a little bit foggy. I vaguely remember going to the kitchen a little while ago with my phone, I think I left it there. 
I get unsteadily  up onto my feet and stagger into the kitchen. I quickly grabbed it off the table and headed back into the living room fumbling with the device. My arm starts to tingle. 
I against the odds manage to hit my sister’s contact- no answer. I tried it again and nothing. At this point everything is starting to become confusing. My surroundings are starting to feel forgein and unfamiliar.  
My vision is starting to go spotty. I scrolled through my contacts looking for Casey’s- she’s in medical school, maybe she can help me. I tap on it, it rings a few times and her voice comes through. 
“Ri? What’s up?” How is she doing that? I can hear her voice but I can’t see her…  “Riley, talk to me.” 
“I don't feel good,” I said, blinking rapidly to try and get my vision to return back to normal but it didn't. The world is spinning. 
“Where are you?” she asks me calmly. “Is anyone with you.” 
“N-no,” I managed to stutter out.  I look around me. I’m not sure where I am.  
I don’t understand anything. 
I feel sick. 
“Okay, is my dad not there with you?” I shake my head; unaware that my sister won’t be able to see that. “Riley, talk to me is no home with you right now?” 
“No.” I think that’s the right answer. 
I don’t know. 
Nothing makes sense. 
I can’t think. 
I can’t focus on anything, my eyes are darting around the room. It’s making me more dizzy and disoriented but I need to know where I am. I need to know what’s happening to me. 
I sway back and forth on my feet. 
Standing up is hard!
“Riley?” I looked at the device in my hand and wondered how Casey is doing this. Maybe she’s magic. 
I fumble with it, I realise I don’t have much control over my limbs any more and accidentally press the end call button. I can’t hear my sister’s voice anymore…
Where did she go? 
The device in my hands starts to make a sound; it’s music is released. I looked down at it, it had my brother’s face and name flashing on the screen. I press the green button, I think that’s the right one to answer. It seems logical. 
“Riley, are you okay?” Why is he out of breath? 
How’s he doing that thing Casey was? 
My legs buckle and I fall forwards. I don’t have the ability to put my arms out in front of me to break my fall. My forehead hits the corner of the coffee table on the way down. 
“Riley what was that? Are you okay?” 
Pain laces through my head. I reached up to touch it with my right hand since I still have some control over that one. The tips of my fingers come away red. 
My fear mounts: what’s happening to me?! 
I feel sick. “Riley are you on the floor?” Josh’s voice asks me through the strange device.
“I-I think so,” I asked, my voice slurred. I start gagging; I’m going to puke. 
“Riley turn onto your side for me. Roll onto your side if you're going to be sick.” I follow his instruction and roll myself over. 
Why does my head hurt? 
I- Where am I?
Something red drips down onto my arm. What is that? I look up a little bit and vaguely see more of the weird substance dripping down my forehead. 
My arms and legs feel heavy. 
I hear a door open and close then I feel someone touching me. Who’s touching me?! 
I try to squirm away but I can't. I can’t move! 
(Josh’s POV) 
“Ri, it’s okay, it’s me.” She stops fighting against me and relaxes a little. During her squirming she had fallen onto her back and now I’m able to see the gash on her forehead and the blood dripping down her face. 
“What happened?” I asked, not expecting to get a coherent response from her. She’s so out of it. I looked around and noticed a little bit of blood on the corner of the coffee. “Shit.” 
Before I had time to react Riley started fitting.  I slipped off my jacket and placed it under her head, got out my phone to start a timer and then gently pushed her over onto his side. I kept  one hand on her hips and on her shoulder to keep her there as the trashing continued. 
I used my sleeve to wipe away some blood that was dripping from the wound on her head, then gently pressed down over it to apply some pressure with my now blood stained sleeve. 
The timer was telling me it was coming up on our minutes and Riley wasn’t stopping. The wound had stopped bleeding and I moved to wipe away some spit and blood dripping out from the corner of her mouth. 
It was about to hit five minutes and she’s still not slowing down. I picked up my phone and dialled 991. I spoke with the operator until the ambulance arrived. It all happened so quickly, they got an oxygen mask on her, started an IV and gave her some medication that was apparently supposed to stop the seizure but It didn’t. 
Just as they were loading my little sister into the back of the ambulance, Sally arrived back home. 
“Josh?” She asked as I walked down the front steps and towards the ambulance. 
“Why did you leave her?!” I screamed at her. I don’t understand who she could be this irresponsible. 
“I’m sorry...What happened? Is she okay?” 
“No, no, she’s not okay. J-just meet us at the hospital,” I said, passing her my car keys. I don’t really want to be in an enclosed space with her right now. She promised to stay and she didn’t.  
I don’t say anything else and climb into the back of the ambulance. We're soon on the way to the hospital and I quickly ring my mom to tell her on the way. 
(Karol’s POV)  After getting a phone call from my son to tell me that my daughter is being rushed to the hospital because of a seizure that won’t stop; Micheal and I rushed out of the restaurant, into the car and straight to the hospital. 
When we arrive, Sally is waiting outside the entrance to the ER for us. We immediately rush over to her, tears are streaming down her cheeks. My heart is pounding in my chest. Josh didn’t tell me much. 
“I-I’m s-sorry,” she cried. 
“What?” I ask. Josh never mentioned Sally. 
“S-she said she was okay, I-I l-left...M-mom i’m so s-sorry.” 
“You left her alone?” Sally nodded; I’m too angry, too worried to talk with her right now and head inside. They both follow me. We soon see Josh. He stands up from his seat. “What’s going on? Is she okay?” 
I don’t know,” He answered, honestly. His eyes were red and puffy. “Case called and told me that something was wrong...When I got there she was- She was bleeding..she started seizing and it didn’t stop, mom, it kept going so I called 991...they gave her something that was supposed to stop her seizure but it still didn’t stop. I don’t know what’s happening now,” Josh explained to me. He was doing a keep good at keeping his emotions in check but I can tell he’s scared. We all are. 
I don’t know what to think right now. I don’t think I’ve ever been this scared in my life. 
It’s a few minutes later, Micheal, Sally and Josh are all sitting down but I can’t. I’m pacing; I just need to know that she’s okay. If I know she’s okay then I’ll be able to relax. 
“What’s happening?” I ask, panicked as a doctor leaves the room where they’re currently working on my daughter. My eyes begin to well with tears at the expression on the young woman’s face. “Is she okay?” 
“Why don’t you all follow me?” Josh, Michael and Sally get up and we follow the doctor down the corridor and into  another little waiting room. “Take a seat,” She said, gesturing to the chairs. 
“No,” I objected. “What’s wrong with my daughter?”  
“Okay, so Riley was given Lorazepam by the paramedics which is a Benzodiazepine, which will normally halt a seizure. It unfortunately didn’t in Riley's case. By the time she arrived here, we had just hit the ten minute mark and benzos hadn’t managed to stop her seizure so we administered  Fosphenytoin, which is another drug commonly used to treat convulsive status; it hasn’t worked. Around this time, respiratory arrest is now a present threat. She’s on high flow oxygen. There’s a guide how to stop Status epilepticus, we would hope that one of those drugs would’ve worked  but unfortunately they haven't-” 
“What now?” Josh  asked, interrupting. 
“Right now, we’ve just called an anaesthesiologist. We’ve gone past fifteen minutes and are rapidly approaching twenty minutes. We’ve exhausted every other option-” 
“Can you just tell me that my little girl is going to be okay?!” I interrupted, raising my voice. My voice cracked as I spoke and tears are now streaming down my cheeks. 
She has to be okay. 
“Okay, so what they’re probably doing right now is administering phenobarbital, It's  a barbiturate; it's a stronger medication. What it does is slows down the activity of the brain and nervous system. Once the  anaesthesiologist arrives they will begin rapid intubation using what I imagine will be propofol.” 
“What does that all mean?” Sally asked. 
“It essentially means we’re putting her into a medically induced coma.” 
“What happens now?” Micheal asked. I’m too shocked to ask any questions. She was fine when we left and now...she’s not. 
“She’ll be transferred to the ICU. Riley has sustained a head injury during her seizure so she will have a scan once we’ve got the seizure under control to make sure everything is okay. We’ll then watch out for rhabdomyolysis-” 
“What’s that?” Sally asked. 
“It’s a breakdown of skeletal muscle which could potentially have happened by overexertion of the muscles during the seizure. Muscle breakdown causes the release of myoglobin into the bloodstream and too much of that can be harmful, but we’ll keep an eye on her.  Hypertension will also be something to keep an eye on which could be caused by fosphenytoin. We’ll also be watching for any arrhythmia.” 
“Is she going to be okay though?
“We’re going to have to take this one step at a time. What matters is that you got her here quickly.” 
“But?” i asked,sensing there is one. 
“But in some cases of convulsive status epilepticus, particularly when it has gone on for this long, sometimes causes brain damage but we don’t know that right now. There’s a possibility that when she wakes that she’ll be fine-” 
“But there's a possibility she might not be?” 
She nodded in response to my question. “As I said, we just don’t know right now.” 
“When can I see her?”  I just need to see my baby girl to make sure she’s alright. I just need to see her. 
“I imagine it’ll be a little while yet. She still needs a scan and then they’ll probably want to get her settled into her room but hopefully that won’t take too long. I can tell you're really eager to see her.” I nod. “You can wait in here until you can go and see her.” 
“Thank you,” Michael said. The young woman gave us a little smile and headed out to give us some privacy to process all of that. 
(Liam’s POV)  It’s now a little later into the evening. I’m laying in the bed with Riley, her chest is resting on my chest and my arms are wrapped around her. She had woken up again an hour or two ago and asked me to get in with ehr so of course I did. This is the first time I've been this close to her for some time other than when I’m helping her during a seizure. 
She was still really sleepy from the medication the doctor had given her earlier this afternoon to stop her seizure. 
Riley twitches in my arms and I start to panic. I look down at her as she does it again. “Riley?” 
She lets out a scared whimper; it’s not a seizure. She lets out another whimper. “Ri?” I call but she doesn't respond. I gently shake her arm a little bit and she starts to stir. 
She sleepily opens her eyes and looks up at me. “Are you alright?” I ask her a she looks around the room. 
“Yeah…i just had a-a stupid nightmare,” she mumbled as she continued to look around for something. 
“What are you looking for?” 
“Where’s my mom?”
“Do you want me to go and get her for you?” She nods. 
“Okay,”I  say, leaning over and giving a kiss on her temple then left the room in search of Karol. 
(Karol’s POV) 
“Hey,” I said as I sunk down into the chair beside the bed. “Liam said you wanted me?” 
“I’ll give you two sometime to talk,” Liam announced, I gave him a small grateful smile, then left us alone together. 
Riley looked pensive, “What the matter, Ri?” 
“You said that you  blame yourself for my epilepsy... Why?” She asked me seemingly out of nowhere. I know I had mentioned it the other day but I didn’t think it would come up again. 
“Where’s this come from?” 
“I had this really weird dream...it just made me think about it. But why do you? Blame yourself for it?” 
I thought for a minute about how to explain this to my daughter.  “Because I should’ve known there was something wrong.” 
She creased her eyebrows up  at me. “What are you talking about?” 
“Before your first Grand Mal seizure happened you used to just stare into space and I didn’t do anything about it. I-I just thought you were daydreaming. I saw you do it so many times and I did nothing. Every time you were having a seizure and I didn’t know-” 
“They were absence seizures. You couldn’t  have known. Even now when they happen they can be hard to spot. They're not that easily recognisable,” she told me. I already know all of that but...I should’ve known something was wrong. I should've done something about it.  Riley took my hand. “It's not your fault, Mom. You didn’t screw my brain up so badly. You don’t make my brain have a temper tantrum all the time.”  
“I still should've taken you to a doctor or done something,” I insisted, “I just knew after your first tonic-clonic seizure there was something wrong. You were sick at the time, you had a fever and that’s what the doctor’s blamed it on. I wanted to believe them, Josh had a seizure when he was young, but I just knew. I didn’t see the first one, you were at my mom and dad's house when it happen but then a couple days later I left you, Sal, Case and Josh in the living room to quickly go to the toilet and then I just heard them all screaming...I ran in and you were...you were on the floor and your tiny body was-” 
“Mom,” she interrupted, “You didn’t cause it.” 
“After everything with Ben; I shouldn't have left you that night either. Especially with your irresponsible sister.”
“That wasn’t your fault either. It probably would’ve happened either way.” 
I grasped her hand tightly in mine. “Please, please don’t let that happen again. I could’ve lost you, Riley, I c-can’t come  that close to losing you again. Neither could your dad or brother and sisters and Liam...It’d kill him...it would kill me too. He loves you; that’s so obvious.” 
“I love him too I- Mom it’s like I'm...Like I’m trapped inside my head and it is such a dark place, I can see that I’m hurting everyone but I can’t find a way out of the hole that I've dug for myself, ” she explains. 
“That’s the thing Riley: You don’t have to do it alone. We’re here for you. I spoke to Josh earlier, he’s itching to get on a flight over here. Sal and Case are really worried about you too. Above all you have an amazing husband that would walk over hot coals for you. We get through this as a team, okay?” 
“Okay.” 
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xiubaek-13 · 4 years
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Request: Can you make an EXO reaction when you try to speak Korean but you mistake a word and the sentence turns out being smutty? Please? Thank you!
D.O. – He would help you improve your Korean by teaching you words for different foods and things in the kitchen. He’d be cooking you dinner and then he’d point at an object or ingredient and you tried to name it. He would feel so proud of you when you got the right words for object and ingredients he pointed at, the knife “Kal.”, and the chicken “Tak-gogi.” He would be torn between correcting you and laughing when you misspoke because he found it cute and endearing. There was one exception and that was when you misspoke and said something rude. Then he had to either laugh or respond with something ever dirtier, like the time you tried to compliment his cooking and said “Neo gochu joha-hae” and he choked on his drink, his eyes almost bugging out of his head. After he finally stopped laughing he finally explained to you that whilst gochu does mean pepper it’s also slang for penis so you had pretty much told him that you like his penis.
Kris – He would try to teach you Chinese as well as Korean and when he went into teacher mode he refused to utter a word of English until you worked out the words. He’d take you to China with him when he visited and show you the places he loved and teach you small phrases then laugh as you struggled with the pronunciations. He knew you were still trying to grasp Korean so throwing Mandarin in the mix was just cruel. When you flew back to Korea he’d be the one to pass out in your bed and forget which country he was in. You would try everything to wake him, poke him, shake him, call his name, kiss his forehead and even take the blankets off him but he would refuse to get out of bed until you told him to wake up in the correct language. He wouldn’t respond to Korean or English because he’d still think he was in China until the jetlag wore off. When you whined “Yah! Kris! Jiào chuáng shēng! (to moan during sex)” he’d be awake fast and would roll over and pull you into bed with him. “I think what you mean to say was jiào xǐng (to wake someone up) but I think I need to show you the difference so you learn only to say jiào chuáng shēng around me.”
Suho - He would constantly correct your Korean and try to come up with fun ways for you to remember how to pronounce things correctly. When you would misspeak he’d let you know what you said wrong and how to fix it in the future. Sometimes you’d have to remind him to take a step back from being a teacher and just be there for you. So sometimes he’d bite his tongue and let you say the wrong thing, but that would be very rare. He’d try to be funny instead of correcting you but when the words you misspoke had a double meaning or could be interpreted in a more adult way he’d flirt with you. It worked like a charm the time he’d taken you out for a walk in a park and you’d commented on the scenery. You’d said “Meosjin dali” meaning nice bridge but the same words also meant nice legs so Suho had turned on the charm and responded with “Yes they are” whilst running his hand down your leg.
Sehun – He would mess with you and play along with your misspeaking. He loved that you tried to learn and speak more Korean around him but he’d find endless fun teasing you for messing up words or saying something rude unintentionally. He’d sometimes be serious and correct you if you were in public and he’d apologise for you if you were speaking with someone when you messed up but as soon as you were in the privacy of your home he’d laugh and tease you endlessly. He still wasn’t over the time you were in a department store and you asked a storeperson to take you to the mops but you’d said “Geolle delyeoda jwo” which was technically correct but it could also mean ‘take me to the sluts.’ The look the poor store assistant had given you before he shook his head and led you to the cleaning aisle was priceless so Sehun constantly brought it up. “Jagi, why are you looking for sluts? Are you trying to spoil me? It’s not even my birthday yet.”
Kai – He was the type to forget to correct you because he was too busy laughing at what you’d said. He’d be frozen in place, clutching his sides as he laughed at whatever incorrect words came out of your mouth. If you laughed he’d keep laughing but if you pouted he’d try to calm himself down to explain what you’d said wrong but it would take him a few attempts because he’d keep laughing whenever he tried to explain your mistake to you. There was the time you had tried to tell him about how you’d seen a transformation in him but instead of saying byunsin you’d said byungsin (a very strong swear word for idiot). He’d looked at you, crestfallen while you tried to work out what you’d said wrong. When you finally got him to understand that you had meant a change not whatever you’d actually said he perked up then broke out in a fit of laughter.
Tao – Since Korean wasn’t his first language he’d only be able to correct you occasionally. When he’d lived in Korea he had studied hard and had learned from his own mistakes (That one time when he called Xiumin oppa was embarrassment enough that he was much more careful with his words and pronunciations. When you told him you were trying to learn Korean he’d started to speak more Korean around you even though he was a bit rusty. Most of the time he would encourage you to learn but when you got it wrong he was definitely the guy who would laugh, loudly. When he’d gotten out of the shower one night you tried to use your Korean skills to compliment his body. You had placed your hand on his chest and said “Jjookjookpangpang” when he giggled and shook his head. “No, that isn’t for guys.” He’d pull you close and run his hands down your sides as he spoke. “It’s to compliment a female's curves. So Y/N, the term applies to you. Now allow me to show you just how much I appreciate your curves.”
Chanyeol – The reaction king could not hide it when you said the wrong thing. He would try his hardest to keep a straight face but more often than not he’d drop to the floor in a fit of laughter. If you said the wrong thing in public he’d try to cover for you instead and then he’d take charge of the conversation until it was back on track. He was never prepared for when you misspoke and it was dirty. He’d get flustered and try to form a response but he’d be the one to blush and then he’d avoid telling you what you’d said. You affected him so even though you didn’t mean to say it, his mind went to the gutter when you misspoke like that. Slowly he would flirt back until you worked out that you’d said something dirty instead of what you meant to say. The day you asked him to help you nail something was when he lost it. You had said “Baghida” which was wrong since it meant ‘to be nailed’ but it was a term he associated more with sex than with DIY home repairs as it also meant ‘to be fucked’. He pressed you against the wall and explained exactly how he would nail you.
Chen – In public, especially in formal situations he’d look out for you and would cover for you whenever you misspoke or pronounced something incorrectly but in less formal situations or when it was just the two of you he would be an endless tease. Forever cheeky and insinuating something from anything you said incorrectly, no matter how minor. You weren’t safe if the word had more than one meaning as well, even if it was slang that you had no way of knowing. He teased because he cared, and also because he found your reactions hilarious. One night when you’d gotten home from a seafood restaurant you put on a sing song voice and sang “Jongdae jogae joh-ahae!” He knew you were trying to be cute and sing Jongdae likes clams but he was not going to let the double meaning pass. Not when it was this perfect. He pushed you back on the bed and lowered himself between your legs. “Jagi, you are right. I really do like vagina. Let me show you just how much I love it.”
Lay – With his sense of humour he’d have some fun with you messing up the language since he does it a lot as well. He’d smile and chuckle at you and sometimes even play dumb about your mistakes. He’d tricked you once into saying Juraji in front of the guys which sent them back into fits of laughter as they remembered how that broke them when they were filming. There would be times when he would misinterpret what you were saying like the time the two of you went camping and you asked “Nan maltagi haeboja?” You’d literally asked if he wanted to try horse riding but because he lived with a group of testosterone filled guys he only knew the slang for that term so he thought you’d asked if he’d like to try with you being on top. He rolled you over so that you were straddling him before he responded with “Nan maltagi joahae.”  You’d work out what you’d said wrong later.
Luhan – Even though Korean is not his first language he had a better grasp on it that the other Chinese members. He’d send you off to his tutor and help you out when he could. He’d watch as the others laughed when you got something wrong and he’d laugh if it was a really funny misspeak but mos of the time he’d just let you know that you’d gotten it wrong and patiently wait while you tried to figure it out before he helped you. When you accidentally swore he’d scold you and tell you his lady shouldn’t swear in public. There was the time he’d taken you to a restaurant and he asked you which dish you wanted. You replied with “Ssibal” while pointing at number 18 and the look on his face was priceless. He apologised to the server and correctly ordered “Sipal.” He groaned and then scolded you for swearing at the server, reminding you just how important pronunciation was. When you’d gotten home he’d wandered off to his studio to work and after a couple of hours you entered and asked “Neoji spotsi eohdiya? (What are you doing?)” He knew what you meant but he felt like teaching you a lesson since you’d misspoken a lot today. He smirked and pulled you down to his lap “Jagi, why don’t I remind you where yours is instead then maybe you’ll work out what you just asked me?”
Baekhyun – The wordiest member of the group would find your misspeaking adorable and hilarious. He’d make up words to teach you just to mess with the members. He would earnestly try to correct you and teach you once he’d stopped laughing but he’d start to mess with you once he got bored. Euphemism king that he is he’d exaggerate whenever you said anything with a double meaning or a slang meaning. He would watch as you got frustrated over your fumbling of the language and he’d try to cheer you up with simple word play. Every now and again you’d render him speechless when you said something that had much dirtier connotations. There was a day when you’d struggled so much with speaking that you blurted out at him “Aish, ibeulo haejwo! (I need your mouth)” Baekhyun tried so hard to keep his face neutral as he worked out where you went wrong since you’d basically just yelled ‘go down on me’ at him. Eventually he figured out that you meant you needed his linguistic abilities but his mind was definitely elsewhere as he licked his lips and dragged you to his room.
Xiumin – He would act serious in public, the perfect gentleman. He would apologise profusely to whoever you were talking to when you misspoke and explain that you were still learning. For the most part the two of you had a system when you were in public so that you refrained from giving him a small heart attack by unintentionally saying something rude. It was a completely different story when it was just the two of you though. Away from the public he would smirk and act out whatever phrase you said to show you when your words would be appropriate to use. You had picked up on this game pretty quickly but he always held the upper hand. He made sure you knew what tone to use when saying “Bballi bballi hae” or “ssege hae” He’d enjoyed showing you the results of accidentally implying you wanted him to do it faster and harder. That resulted in you not being able to walk properly the next day. His favourite one of your slip ups so far had to be “Nan eolgurae ssaneungirl joahae*.” He’d pushed you down on your knees and told you “Sweet girl, that is not the correct way to ask for a face to face talk. I’m going to show you what you told me you liked instead.” Then he unzipped his pants.
*it’s a slang term for I like cumming on the face.
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villainsblog97 · 4 years
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TXT Reaction Scenario
Teaching their (foreign) S/O Korean
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(Gifs aren't mine, credit to owners!)
Scenario: BigHit's boys teach the love of their lives some Korean! Complete fluff! Romance!
Warnings: Extreme fangirling
A/N: The Boys are back! Can't You See Me? Is an absolute jam! Ive been listening to the album on repeat since comeback day and I can't stop! I'm 100% obsessed with them right now! So there's gonna be some more scenarios! Hope you all enjoy this one!
(I don't usually write things in romanization, but I had to for this one so that my non hangul readers could also pronunce it, I did the write the Hangul above with names so you could copy and paste it into Google translate if you had troubles with pronunciation, (just make sure you only translate the hangul) hope you all liked it and there will be more scenarios like this with other groups as well so please look forward to them! 😊)
Soobin 사랑해 (Sa-rang-hae)
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Meaning: I Love You
(Our precious leader!)
He's been dating you for almost 3 months now, he's been trying to tell you just how much he loves you, but he can never get the words out.
You were laying on the couch with him, your head on his lap and his fingers in your hair, you were scrolling through your phone and looked up at your boyfriend who was looking at his phone.
"Binnie?"
"Hm?"
"Will you teach me some Korean?"
Soobin looked down at you with a smile, (this was his chance!)
"Of course sweetheart" you sat up and looked at him.
"Repeat after me.... 'Sa-Rang-Hae' "
"Sa-Rang-Hae" you repeated.
"Yes!"
"What does it mean?" You giggled.
"I means... I love you" he smiled.
Your face went beet red, your heart sank, and a huge smile grew on your face.
"I love you too Soo!" You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a big kiss on his lips.
Later you laid back in your original position and looked up at him.
"Hey", he looked down at you and hummed.
"Saranghae" you smiled.
Yeonjun 좋아해 (joh-ahae)
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Meaning: I Like You
Yeonjun didn't exactly have you yet, you had just moved to Seoul a couple months ago, but you two had become really close in those short months, Yeonjun was so beyond in love with you, and all his friends could see it... if only you could too.
You were chilling at his house one day when all the power in his house went out.
Luckily it was still day time, so you pulled back all the curtains and let the sunlight in, you both sat on the floor playing a card game to pass time while waiting for the power.
"Jun! Teach me some Korean!" You smiled.
"Huh? You wanna learn Korean?"
"Yeah! You already know English so I can't teach you that... but you can teach me Korean!"
"Alright.... what do you wanna learn?" He said laying down his cards.
"Hmmm.... tell me something you've always wanted to tell me... and then translate it"
"Huh? Why would I do that?"
"Please!" You begged.
"Fine fine! Uh...." he thought about it... then thought back to what Taehyun and Beomgyu told him.
"You need to tell her... if not... she might not ever know!"
So he sucked up all the courage and spoke his mind.
"Okay... say Joh-ahae"
"Joh-ahae" his heart ached at the words... he felt like he was in a drama, hearing those words roll off your lips made his heart race.
"Good" he smiled..
"Wait.. what does it mean???"
"It means.... I like you, and... its how I feel about you"
It was your turn to blush and have your heart racing.
"Really.... i like you too Jun!" You smiled.
"You do!?" His eyes lit up with hope.
Beomgyu 넌 너무 아름다워 (neon-neomu-areum-dawo)
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Meaning: You are So Beautiful.
Beomgyu and you just started dating a few days ago, you had a picnic at the park and enjoyed Gimbap and Boba, Beomgyu also picked some sticky rice cakes too.
You both sat on the blanket and watched the clouds glide across the sky.
"Hey Beomgyu? You should teach me some Korean!" You smiled.
"Okay, I have just the one!" He smiled at you, that beautiful smile that you fell in love with.
"Okay!" You sat up and looked at him.
"Its kind of a long one.... say 'Neon'"
You repeated it back.
"'Neon....neomu... Areumdawo"
You repeated it all back to him, and he smiled.
"What was that?"
"It means.... you are so beautiful" he looked deep into your eyes and he slowly leaned towards you.
Your face got hot real quick and your heart started racing, not because your boyfriend just called you beautiful, but because he was leaning in for your first kiss, which you reluctantly obliged to because Beomgyu was the most beautiful human being you ever laid eyes on, you slowly closed your eyes and let him take control as he slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.
Taehyun 우리 사귀지 (woo-ri sa-gwi-ja]
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Meaning: Let's Date
Taehyun and you had been sort of together for a while now... you both admitted your feelings to each other, but never really made it official... until... you asked him a question.
"Tae... how do you say 'let's date' in Korean?"
Taehyun almost choked on his water, he looked at you in pure shock.
"What???"
"You heard me... how do you say it?"
"Well there's a few different ways... but easiest would be 'woori sagwija"
"Okay...so then.... woori sagwija!" You nodded determined.
"Allaseo" he smiled
"What does that mean?"
"I got it" he winked.
Huening Kai 넌 귀엽다 (neon gwi-yeob-ta)
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Meaning: You're Cute
Huening Kai was definitely the best boyfriend you've ever had! Not only was he absolutely gorgeous, but he was adorable and sweet too, but he could also be a little trouble maker too, either way you loved this boy!
One day you were walking down the sidewalk, he kept greeting people in Korean and bowing and smiling, you got a little jealous.
"I wanna know Korean!" You pout.
"You wanna know Korean?"
"Yeah... you can talk to people and greet them..."
"Awe... my girlfriend wants to learn Hangul?"
"See i don't even know what you just said..."
"Hangul... Korean" he laughs a little.
"Oh..."
"Okay okay... repeat after me... 'neon... gwi-yeob-ta"
You repeat it back softly like he said and his face lights up pink.
"Perfect!" He smiles "say it one more time"
"Neon gwiyeobta" you smile again (still no idea what you just said)
"Gomawo" he cooed and he pinched your cheek.
"What did I just say...and what did you just say??"
"You said... I'm Cute.. and I said.. thanks" he smirked teasingly.
"Also... Neo Do Gwiyeowo.... you're cute too" he smiled, making you blush an intense shade of red.
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stoopsbookstore · 4 years
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The Wolf (Chapter 1)
Warnings - Chapter features violence, gore and character deaths
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“Yuta! Wake up!” Johnny smacked the younger wolf awake, the forest ablaze around them, “we have to go!”
“What’s happening, what’s going in?” Yuta stood up, his legs wobbly underneath him.
“Some guy set the forest on fire, says he’s looking for you,” Taeyong transformed, running for his life after sharing the information with Yuta.
“We need to get out of here, it’s not safe!” As a wolf, Doyoung gathered the younger pack, leading them away from the inferno.
Yuta saw his packmates run in various direction, Kun and Xiaojun darting to pick up Taeil who had been burnt on his hind legs, Haechan staying with Ten as they attempted to grab their heirlooms, chaos and madness all around them.
“Hello there, bastard child,” a black wolf with a white streak on his back bared his teeth at Yuta, trying to transform, but for some reason could only sprout his ears, “long time, no see.”
Yuta started running, seeing his friends and family getting slaughtered, wolves attacking them relentlessly.
“Yuta! Help me!” Jisung reached for the male, only for the lead wolf to come up and stomp on his neck.
“You’ll never be a member, you stupid fuck!” The wolf started making his way to Yuta, bracing himself against a tree, “you’ll always be alone!”
Yuta woke up in the classroom screaming, the entire class turning around to stare at him. His forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes red for tears he didn’t realize he shed.
“Im sorry, Mr. Nakamoto, does Romeo and Juliet scare you that much?” Mr. Shindong asked, the chalkboard full of notes of the play and his notebook full of nothing but drool.
“Sorry, sir,” Yuta murmured out, his eyes a dull red, calming himself down as everyone went back to not paying attention except one girl, a sympathetic look on her face.
“Because of that interruption, I think it would be to dismiss class early,” The professor glared at Yuta, “and maybe some of you should focus on getting more sleep instead of getting more pussy.”
The class cheered, gathering their stuff together, Yuta staying back as his friends, Johnny and Doyoung, came up to him.
“Dude, what was that all about?” Doyoung felt Yuta’s forehead with the back of his hand, “are you sick?”
Johnny swatted his hand away from the panicking boy, knowing exactly what’s wrong, “what did you see?”
“A vision of my mom’s pack leader, he burnt everything down,” Yuta shivering as they walked out of the classroom, a pair of eyes on them, "I couldn't save Jisung, I couldn't save anyone."
“Should we tell Taeyong?”
"Tell him what? Yuta had a dream where we all were slaughtered," Doyoung stared at the tallest male, "he would lock us up and throw away the key."
"Well, what do you expect we do?" Johnny swatted at Doyoung, accidentally whacking into Y/N, their classmate, "oh shit! Sorry!"
"No, it's okay," Y/N rubbed her head, Yuta reaching out his hand, "thank you."
The second their hands touched, a jolt of electricity racing through their bodies. Yuta froze, his face stuck in terrror. Y/N took her hand back, staring at the trio in horror.
"You won't being able to save her, fool," a disembodied voice taunted Yuta, looking around to see his friends had vanish and Y/N was strung up, dangling by her legs over a pit of fire, "just because she's your meant to be doesn't mean you'll be with her. You're going to ruin everything for her."
The chain around Y/N's legs disappearing, dropping her as Yuta screamed.
His scream brought him back to the real world, his friends covering his mouth, Johnny helping Y/N up, rubbing her hand.
"Did you feel that, too?" Y/N questioned Yuta, his forehead sweating and his eyes still bulging out.
Y/N ripped a corner of a piece of a paper, scribbling her number on it with a dying pen, the ink fading.
"Call me later please."
Y/N made her exit, Yuta pocketing the number while Johnny pulled out his own phone to call Taeyong.
"Joh-"
"No, Doyoung, he needs to know," Johnny nudged his friend away, "Taeyong, skip your next class, Biology can wait. I'm sure Professor Heechul wouldn't care about you missing one class. It's about Yu- yes. He had a nightma- yes. We think we found his m- Y/N, that girl from our English class. We're on our wa- she just left, but she gave us her name."
Johnny started walking, leaving Doyoung and Yuta in the hall, waving at them to follow him, the trio hustling through the hallways, looking for another one of their members.
Upon arriving at the computer lab, they saw their youngest, Jisung. Johnny walked up and handed the phone to the member affectionately called "their baby," his face terrified as Taeyong began panicking on the phone.
"I have cla- What do you mean Yuta had a nig- and his ma- I'll pack up my stuff," Jisung took out his flashdrive, shoving everything in his bag before the four boys ran out of the classroom, the youngest boy giving the phone back to Johnny.
"We're on our way, we have Jisung. Talk to you later."
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"Mom, have you ever touche-"
"Honey, I already gave you the talk."
"Not like that," Y/N groaned, "I mean, I bumped into this three guys and when one of them was helping me up, I got a shock and then I saw a vision."
Leann stood in silence, her eyes looking at the pot of spaghetti sauce, avoiding the topic, "How about you try some of this?"
"Mom."
"Honey, we can't tell you right now, I'm sorry," she threw the spoon in the sink, "I wish I could and now that we know you're carrying on the family legacy, we have to do this in a very careful way. But what I can tell you in that I come from a very long line of werewolf hunters."
"Hunters?"
"Yes. And I married your stepfather for an alliance that would help us grow in numbers and wipe out the wolves," Y/N looked to the counter, tracing random etchings in the marble as her mother continued, "while I love Shindong, this is mainly for your protection. There's a lot you're going to find out in the next few weeks and we want you to be ready."
"We knew this day was going to come," Shindong had entered the room, kissing the top of Leann's head, "we can start training this weekend. Let me grade all of these works and I can introduce you to what's about to happen. The first paper is one of those half-breeds, Yuta."
Y/N jumped at the name, unnoticed by her parents, "I should go to bed, get well rested for the big day, I guess."
She ran to her room like a speeding bullet train, her heart pounding, as she slid down the door.
Werewolves are real? Any sort of legends surrounding the town could've been real.
Y/N got up from the floor, falling onto her bed before replaying the vision from earlier.
"Help! Someone please!" Y/N tried to wiggling out of the chains, the flames making her sweat waterfalls.
She noticed a wolf, gray fur with bright green eyes growling at a huge black blur, spewing gibberish out of his mouth. The wolf growled as the blur slashed at him. The canine fell to the floor before changing into Yuta, a classmate of Y/N's. The blood ran from his body, the blur laughing at Y/N, her chains dropping her into the inferno.
"Fuck!" Y/N woke up, her body sweaty from the nightmare, her room dark, the moon the only light shining through the window.
A patch of fur had been left near Y/N's pillow. She picked it up, turning on her light to examine it.
It was gray, the same color as Yuta's in her dream.
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My collection - part three John wick AU
A/n: ahhh the calm before the storm. *evil laugh* im also going to start work on a masterlist soon 👍
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________________________________________The downpour had stopped but y/n could still smell the rain in the air as she made her way out of the house and towards college. As she walked down the driveway where her car should be, she pulled out her phone and began to make the calls needed in order to get her car fixed.
Finishing the call quickly, she finally looked up and across the street. Johns car was not in the driveway and y/n relaxed her shoulders as chances of seeing him in the early morning reduced. She didn't care where he was and had no intention of finding out and so began the walk towards college taking in the scenery around her, letting all her stress melt away.
Arriving at college she saw the mechanic at her car already at work and jogged over to him. He was an elderly gentlemen but he had a soft face, a face that held wisdom and stories of his past experiences. He reminded her of her father. "hi. Hows shes doing" y/n beamed referring to the car. The mechanic stood up and gave her a puzzled look. "miss have you been playing with the car?" the man gave her a concerned look and y/n was confused. "what? No? Why would i play with it?" she asked peering over his shoulder to look at the cars inside. The mechanic looked back to the car before replying "well you see these wires have been pulled out quite forcefully. This was no accident and honestly ive only ever seen this one other time and that was at a crime scene" the mechanic half joked and y/n looked at the wires in his hand and just stood there as her thoughts raced "can you fix it?" y/n asked "miss i can fix just about anything" the guy chuckled but was met with silence. "good. I'm going to be in there so just call when you're done" she pointed to the building "will do" the old man said resuming his work once again.
Making her way into the school she walked into the reception office, she approached the young lady sitting at the desk. "hi. My name is y/n and i was just wondering if you have CCTV in the car park? You see my car was vandalised yesterday and i just want to see if they were caught on camera" the girl looked up at y/n and smiled kindly. "sure. I'll just get the security guard for you" and with that the girl left the room before returning moments later with a tall man who looked like he could work for the mafia with how big his muscles were. "follow me" the security guard said and led her into a small room at the back before sitting down at various monitors. He began to press random buttons before he stopped. The screen played back the scenes of yesterday and y/n watched herself pull into the carpark and get out. The sense of deja vu hit hard. The video continued playing as he slowly fast forwarded showing various people walking about but that's when the screen went black. "what happened?" y/n asked "I don't know" the guard began to click around the screen "its as if someone has deleted the footage" he stopped "i'm sorry i can't help you". Y/n sighed and grabbed her head "it's fine thank you for trying" and began to walk out. 'What the hell was going on?' y/n thought as she walked slowly down the hall towards the library.
Sitting down at one of the desks y/n rummaged through her bag to find her planner but couldn't find it she stopped rummaging through her bag, trying to remember where she had left it. "i believe you are looking for this" the voice said quietly and the book was held in front of her. Y/n looked up and there stood Dr. Wick im one of his various suits, a smirk tugging at his lips. Y/n had begun to hate his face and how he always seemed to know where she was and what she was doing but she couldn't bring herself to be rude. "thank you" y/n muttered before attempting to grab the book from his hand before it was suddenly pulled away. "you know you should really take better care of your things. Who knows what could happen to the things you love or whose hands they could fall into." there was a sinister undertone to his voice which y/n picked up. It was as if he was talking about something else. "Joh…. Dr Wick can i please have my planner back i've got work to do" john turned around and stood in front of her "of course you can my dear" and john handed her the book, the word 'dear' lingering in y/ns ears a little to long making her feel queasy.
As y/n took the book from him, she accidentally grazed his hand with hers and john's eyes went wide as if she had just told him the best news in the world. John walked out the library without another word. 'what the hell is up with that guy' y/n pondered on the though trying to decode his words and actions before her attention was pulled to a group of guys walking into the library. She recognised them, they were tom's friends. She waited as the group sat down but there was no tom. She slowly stood up to make her way towards them to find out where tom was but stopped when a thought entered her head 'you know what, no. He obviously doesn't care or he wouldn't of left' and with that y/n sat down and began working on various assignments.
The school day ended with not much else happening apart from the most uncomfortable lesson with Dr. Wick which was spent with him staring at y/n at every opportunity he had. It was as if he was taking in every detail of the girl. Y/n shuddered at the thought of John's eyes on her every movement as she made her way over to her car. There was a little note on the windscreen. 'your car is fixed. Please come in store or pay online.' y/n smiled and put the note in her pocket before driving home making a mental note about making sure to pay later on.
Pulling into the driveway she noticed that John's car was still not there. She began to gather her things from the seat next to her but her planner caught her attention. On the back of the book was a small red stain. She brought it closer to her face for inspection. Was it juice? Or…… "omg" y/n breathed out. Blood. A sudden knocking at the car window caused y/n to jump and hit her head on the roof. She looked over as she held her head and saw an old man stood there. She climbed out of the car. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you," he said, "no it's fine" y/n replied rubbing the spot she hit, a nice bruise forming "can I help you?" she replied standing up straight. "yes. My name is lucas im the landlord. My grandson tom said he was coming here last night but he never returned and he didn't show up for school. Have you seen him" the man was obviously panicking. y/n felt guilt shoot through her as she began to tell him the events of last night. " yhh tom came here and we watched a movie together before falling asleep but he was gone when I woke up. I assumed he went home". The man looked down as he breathed heavily. "ok thank you. Im going to have to report him missing." and just like that the man walked off down the street.
Y/n began to worry as she stood there. What could have happened to him? Where could he have gone?. The roar of the familiar mustang broke her train of thought and john pulled into the driveway before getting out. He had dirt and bruises all over his face and was walking with a limp. It looked like he had gone 50 rounds with a boxer. As john caught her gaze he faced her completely and waved. Y/n ignored him and ran inside the house making sure to lock the door behind her. She looked through the spy whole and saw him stand there for a few seconds before making his way inside. She sighed a sign if relieve. She did not want to talk to him if she could avoid it. The weird vibe he emitted only got stronger with each passing moment and it was as if she was the only one who noticed the mans odd behaviour.
Y/n shook her head before beginning to go about her nightly routine.
A few hours later the sky was dark and y/n was sat in front of the TV with a bowl of pasta in hand ready to drown herself in friday night tv. She changed the channel to the news and was greeted with a picture of toms face. She put the bowl down next to her and proceeded to turn the volume up as the news presenter continued her story.
"....... Local student Tom Bishop has been reported missing after failing to return home after visiting a friend……" that last bit made y/n feel so guilty and she held her face in her hands. ".... This report comes after 4 young women went missing less that 20 miles away." y/n looked up at the 4 pictures displayed on the screen. Each of them looked similar in appearance and similar to y/n but she didn't really take much notice of the pictures, only focusing on the fact that Tom was missing and she couldn't help but feel responsible. "... It is not yet known if the cases are linked, however, Police are warning people to lock doors and windows and be careful. If you have any information about any of the people shown tonight, please contact the police. The weather for this…..". Y/n turnt the tv off and stood up just as she heard a noise come from across the street and there stood john pulling random things out of his trunk. Y/n moved closer to the window to get a better look. Her eyes went wide. The jacket tom was wearing when they first met was in his hands. Y/n moved back slightly as john turned around and he saw her. She was sure he had a dark red stain down his normally pristine shirt. He smirked and Y/n quickly pulled the curtains closed in an attempt to look as if she saw nothing.
Closing her eyes she tried to clear her mind. "im being stupid. Why would he have toms jacket?" y/n opened her eyes again looking at the clock in the room. It clocks hand showed 11pm. Y/n had been awake for so long. "im just seeing things. Im just tired. " y/n laughed at the attempts to put a logic explanation to what she saw "yepp just seeing things". Y/n made her way up to her room and got into bed. As she laid down her brain wouldn't let her sleep. Eventhough y/n had tried to convince herself otherwise she knew what she saw and what she had to do.  With that thought she leant over and grabbed her phone. She began to dial 911 and went to press the call button but stopped. Did she really want to do this? What if the man was innocent? "no" she said "if the man is innocent, the police will find nothing." she said before pressing the call button.
"911 whats your emergency" the operator said
"hi i think i have some information about the Tom Bishop case."
"please hold" and with that y/n was transferred to a detective on the case and began to describe what she saw that night. "ok thank you miss. May I have your name?" the detective said. "um can I keep this as an anonymous tip?" she asked twiddling with her blanket as a way to comfort herself. "sure" the detective said a smile evident on his face "thank you for your help" and he hung up.
Y/n sighed and laid back down closing her eyes.
She didn't know how or why but John Wick had something to do with Toms disappearance.
Tbc
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A/n: so part three is over and im excite to see what you all think of this chapter because the shit is about to hit the fan.
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