honestly I just want to live in a victorian mansion somewhere secluded in the hills or countryside where it doesn’t get too hot in the summer and snows in the winter, with the love of my life and our three dogs. it’d have a huge garden with a swing that overlooks the countryside. a lake would be nearby which we’d swim in topless in the summer and go canoeing in and read books in when there’s no wind. the nearest neighbour would be miles away and the only sound we’d hear would be the sound of our laughter cause we’d be so happy
Head shot of model wearing strippy pink plastic sunglasses by Sea & Ski; her makeup is light with a silvery powder, Frosty White, by Revlon, and Pussycat Pink lipstick. (Photo by John Rawlings).
House and Garden , April 1965
requested: “Could you do something with Richie where it’s your birthday? Not specific, I know, but you can let your creative juices flow. \_(•-•)_/ Thank you! Have a nice day!” - @jaedcnwesley
summary: y/n hates people making a big deal out of her birthday but richie does it anyway
characters: y/n, richie tozier
a/n: y/s/n means your siblings name btw,, i hope you enjoy!! also if you want a part 2 about what they actually do on the date, i’ll write that if you want? only if you want tho lmao
You tried to never make a big deal out of your birthday. It was just another day, it just happened to be the day you were born. You didn’t understand why it was such a big deal to some people.
For years you had tried to keep your birth date a secret, but of course, certain people always found a way to find out.
One of those certain people being your boyfriend.
He was constantly pestering you about when your birthday was, what you were doing, what he should get you, etc. And you were honestly sick of it. Every time he’d ask about it you’d shoot him down immediately.
And he wanted to find out why. So, surprisingly, he formed a plan of how to find out. This plan simply being to ask your mother. Basic, but it should work.
Richie made his way up the intimidating steps of the white walled house, stopping to take a deep breath in and prepare, before knocking the heavy handle of the door.
You’d think that him being your boyfriend and all, he would’ve met your mother by now. But nope. And there was a reason for that too. A very good reason, in your opinion.
There was shuffling to be heard inside, the sound of arguments and shouting. Richie took a small step back hesitantly, slightly worried as to what was inside.
Suddenly, the door opened to reveal a stout woman with scraggly hair tied up into a sad bun on the top of her head. She glared at him, the cigarette in her left hand drooping slightly.
“Whaddayou want?” She asked incoherently, waving her cigarette dangerously near Richie’s face. “Y/N’s nah here so beat it, kid.” As she went to close the door, Richie quickly stood up and lodged his foot between the frame and the door.
“Wait! Uh, I um, had a question to ask?” He asked carefully, all confidence disappearing as he saw the cold look that seemed permanently stuck on her grimy face.
She ruffled her brows in confusion. “Wha question, ‘en? 'Urry up, I don’t 'ave all day!” She exclaimed, swaying slightly on her feet.
Richie subconsciously played with the ends of his Hawaiian shirt, before asking the question he had been meaning to. “You know, Y/N,”
Of course she knows Y/N, oh my god, I’m an idiot, he thought exasperatedly.
“Well, I was just wondering when her b-birthday is?” God, now he’s sounding like Bill, jeez.
She scrunched up her face, seeming to be thinking before continuing to close the door. “Nah kid, don’ know mate-”
“Wait! How do you not know you’re own kid’s birth-”
“Muuum? Who’s at the door?” A young voice rang through the air. Y/S/N.
Richie spun around swiftly and ran over to them, grabbing them by the shoulders. Y/S/N was truly bewildered. “Y/S/N!”
“Um, yes?” They questioned, confused.
“When’s Y/N’s birthday? I need it for… research!” He quickly asked, pleading with them through his eyes.
They sighed lightly and smiled. “Tomorrow, okay? Now leave me alone, I’ve gotta do some homework. Bye, Richie.” They skipped up the rickety steps and waved at him before slamming the door behind them, leaving Richie to his own thoughts. The whole street heard the distressed scream of Richie Tozier that afternoon.
Richie had been stressing all night. It was currently 4 am on a Saturday and he was planning and arranging a little 'date’ for you guys to go on that morning.
Now, the thing is about Richie, he’s not exactly the most romantic person. But he tries. Kinda.
Take for an example, just last week. The whole Losers Club were together, playing around down by the Quarry and in the lake. Under the water, Bev and Ben were holdings hands (much to everyone’s delight) while talking quietly amongst each other, Bev’s head laying on Ben’s chest delicately.
Now, you and Richie on the other hand. You two were together, apart from the others as well, and yes, Richie’s hand was definitely underwater. However, he wasn’t exactly doing the same innocent precious action. Nope, his hand was doing something much more dirty movement. Yes, he had placed his hand right on your behind.
Not exactly the most romantic moment, but appreciated all the same you suppose.
Richie rubbed his tired eyes behind his thick framed glasses. Staying up until the early hours of the morning wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary for Richie, but racking his brains for something to do in the next few hours definitely was. He was honestly more of a go-with-the-flow kinda guy, never really making plans until the very last minute.
He sighed in content after finishing his little project, putting the last piece of paper in the jar and closing the lid tightly; or as tightly as he could in his tired state. He yawned widely, stretching out his arms and quickly glancing at the digital clock on the small rickety table that stood next to his bed. Smiling to himself, he placed the jar onto the top and snuggled down into his thin bed sheets.
2 hours later, he woke to a loud obnoxious beeping sound. No, not his own voice. He snickered at his own stupid little joke and pulled himself out of bed. 15 minutes and he was ready to go, nearly forgetting to grab the basket of goodies on his way out.
Meanwhile, you were sitting on the falling down wall of your garden, swinging your legs back and forth while waiting for your idiotic boyfriend whom you loved so much to arrive. He had texted you at 3am in the morning, knowing you’d be awake due to the loud music always playing from your next door neighbour, and basically told you that you were going out with him tomorrow and you had no choice in the matter. However, you didn’t expect that the reason was because it was your birthday that day. You had never told ANYONE. How would he know?
Suddenly, you felt a sharp tug on the end of your hair, glancing around to see Richie perched on his bike, smirking at you widely.
“Sorry I’m late, babe. I was just setting some stuff up,” he grinned at you, patting the back of his bike. You smiled fondly.
“I have my own bike, y'know, Trashmouth?” You teased him, before sitting yourself on the back of his bike, blushing lightly as you wrapped your arms around his stomach.
“Yeah, I know, I just wanted an excuse to have your sweet ass even nearer to me,” he smirked back, smoothly.
You shook your head and jabbed him in the side. “Just go, you idiot. Also, where are we going?” You replied, as he started pedalling down the cobbled road.
“Well, that’s a secret. All birthday present are a secret!”
As soon as he said the word birthday, your face fell. Of course. Of course he’d find out a way. Bloody hell.
“I said I didn’t want anything Richie! I’m not worth it, jeez,” you said, exasperated.
He turned around to look at you, being dangerously close to hitting into a lamp post.
“That’s not true, Y/N! Listen, I may be a dick most of the time, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not gonna get you anything for your birthday. You… you mean a lot to me, okay?” He said, glad that you couldn’t see the dark blush that had settled itself on his cheeks.
You smiled a small smile. Maybe your birthday wouldn’t be so bad after all.
It was probably the only really meaningful gift from her
father in recent times. It wasn’t much — just a tiny little demon plushie. It
could have easily been lost in thousands of other dresses and jewellery that he
had also sponsored for her.
Had it not been for the fact the toy was a small reminder of
happier times. And of her parents’ love.
One of her fondest childhood memories were of when they
would all cuddle together in bed while her mother told stories. In particular,
one of a tiny demon that saved lost little kids, only to be misunderstood by
the children’s parents when they saw him with them. Her father would supply the
dialogues for the angry people, while her mother would do those for the little
children and the demon.
Lucy felt for the demon, and protested, insisting that she
would have done her best to protect it had she had the chance. Her mother had
been so pleased with the suggestion, that she would weave a Lucy into the story
to do just that - and she would get to do her own dialogues. And they would go
on and on until Jude reminded them of it being past bedtime.
Storytime had been her favourite way to spend time with her
family - it was the one time her father and mother could take a break from
their royal duties and spend time with her.
Her mother’s sudden loss had been very hard on her and her
father, and his subsequent attempts to cope had really dented their
relationship. Lucy, now at sixteen years, still couldn’t remember the last time
she and her father had really spoken.
The plushie, gifted to her on her tenth birthday, two years
after losing her mother, was a small reminder that despite all the evidence
that went against it, her father really did care.
She had taken extremely good care of the soft toy ever
since. It had a special place beside her pillow at night-time and was the last
thing she saw when she went to bed and the first when she woke up. She would
talk to it every day — share tales of her day, people she met, things she
learnt. She would laugh with it and cry holding it. It was her closest friend,
and had been for years now.
Even if it never had it replied back.
Not till right now anyway.
Lucy, the ever graceful celestial princess of Magnolia, fell
rather clumsily on her bum when it — he — suddenly spoke.
“Woah, there! You okay?” came the tiny voice again, as the
now animated toy (person?) leaned over the bed to ensure she was okay.
“Hell yeah I am!” he grinned. “Finally.”
“B-b-but you’re a toy!”
“Oi, I’m a demon!“ His face tilted to one side.
"And you’ve always told me you’re a polite person. Lies!”
Lucy blinked disbelievingly, as the little toy crossed his
arms and huffed.
She crawled on her knees back to the edge of her bed to peek
at the toy, see for herself if he really was…real.
And while the demon kept his back to her, pouting sulkily,
she brought a finger to poke him in the side.
“Hey,” he warned.
“Hey!” His back still faced her.
“Would you— ” he got cut off as Lucy — in a bid to try and
confirm once more that felt had indeed given way to flesh — unintentionally
began tickling him.
“S-sorry,” she said, not really that sorry. His laughter was
“Oh, you’re gonna pay,” he said, once he’d caught his
“And what are you going to do about it?” Lucy challenged.
He pouted again and Lucy couldn’t help but giggle.
“I didn’t intend to tickle you, if that
helps,” she added.
“You’re mean, Luce,” he grumbled.
Lucy raised an eyebrow. “Luce?”
“Well yeah, that’s what I’ve always called you,” he said,
rolling away to make room for Lucy to climb and sit on her bed.
“You were listening the whole time?” she asked in wonder.
( PROMPT: This one-shot is based vaguely off this scene from High School Musical 3 )
A/N: I was suddenly struck with the urge to re-watch High School Musical 3, and I really loved the rooftop dancing scene with Troy and Gabriella ( that’s my childhood right there ), so I wrote something based off it! And, I’d just like to say thank you to everyone who reads my stories and offers such nice comments! I may be too shy to reply to them all, but please know that I read every single one of your comments, and I love and appreciate every single one of you. Also - please fill my inbox with more requests of the bae Peter Parker! I love writing for him, and it’s amazing to see how creative all of you are being with your requests and I would totally do anything for him.
“When I asked you to teach me dancing, this wasn’t
exactly what I had in mind.”
Peter’s laughing nervously as you tug harder on
his hand, dragging him out onto the school rooftop. You’ve never been up here
before, and what you see surprises you. There’s a soft carpet of grass that
crunches pleasantly underfoot, wooden planter boxes with fresh flowers and
herbs, and even a garden swing and some wooden benches.
“Can’t we just head back to my place?” Peter
asks pleadingly, his eyes darting up to rest on the heavy clouds of pewter grey
swirling overhead. “There’s Netflix. And popcorn. And –”
“Quit stalling, and get over here!” You call out
laughingly, spinning around – with difficulty – on the balls of your heels. As
of yet unused to the strappy, heeled stilettos on your feet, you have to take
odd, shuffling steps over to Peter. “I didn’t put these for nothing! And don’t
you want to be able to impress Liz Allen come prom?”
Peter dumps his bag on the bench, reluctantly
shuffling forwards. And this is where your plan hits a slight snag. You hadn’t
factored in how close he would be standing, the smell of his cologne (
something spicy and sugary and delicious ), or the warmth of his fingers, fair
and wholly familiar as he lifts your right hand in his, and settles his other
one lightly on your waist. As you rest trembling fingers on Peter’s shoulder,
feel his warm and calloused fingers close around yours, and the burning weight
of his hand at your waist, you feel warm, and a little dizzy.
Peter Parker was your chemistry laboratory
partner. You’d walked into class one day, saw him sitting at your usual seat,
fair, sparkle-eyed, tousle-haired and perfect. Your heart, so used to being
lonely, had thumped almost painfully in your chest. The two of you had become
fast friends, but by the time you’d managed to muster up your courage to tell
him how you’d felt, he’d already developed a crush on the uber-popular Liz
“C’mon,” You say encouragingly, trying to ignore
the spikes of jealously eating away at your heart. “Can’t have you stepping on
Liz’s feet at prom.”
Peter laughs, shuffles his feet nervously. “Right.
Okay. What now?”
“Okay, now move your left foot forwards, and
step to the side with your right – No, not that side! Your other side!”
you sure we’re doing this right?”
“’Course I’m sure! My dad taught me!” It’s one
of the father-daughter bonding moments that you can actually remember. “Let’s
“It’s going to rain! Can’t we continue in, say, a month’s time?”
“Rain-schmane.” You say, sticking your tongue
out childishly, even as a drop or two of fat rain runs through your hair. You
can already see strips of lightning in the distance, blending in with the
perfect lines of light from the downtown skyscrapers. It won’t be long now
before the storm. “The prom’s on Saturday, you know. The clock’s ticking!”
“Funny, I thought that was the thunder.”
You continue calling out instructions to Peter,
correcting his footing and posture, uncomplaining even when he steps on your
toes. Alright, maybe you did squeal a few times, much to Peter’s embarrassment,
but as much as your feet protest at the rough treatment, you find yourself loving
every moment of it. Love moving through
the space in his arms, your bodies close together, your thighs brushing, the
scent of his clothes and hair, close and fresh –
Your face feel warm. You wonder if your shirt is
soaked with sweat.
How sad is it, that you’d jumped at the chance
to teach him dancing just so that you could spend more time with someone who
didn’t return your feelings?
“I think you’ve got the hang of this,” You
remark, glancing up at Peter as the two of you begin your second turn about the
floor, still relatively slowly and carefully. “Let’s try it with music!”
You have to laugh at the utter look of horror on
Peter’s face. “Music?”
“It’ll be fun, promise.”
Wriggling out of Peter’s arms – and trying to
ignore the sudden sense of loss trammelling through you – you dig your phone
out from your bag. You scroll through the songs on your phone until you find
the one that you’re looking for and hit PLAY.
“Really?” Peter asks, eyes aglow with amusement.
“High School Musical? Wait –”
Realization breaks over his face, like the sunrise over the clouds. “– Is that
why you insisted on binge-watching all three movies yesterday?”
“It was a good series!” You say defensively,
humming along to the first strains of the soft, familiar song. “And you were
totally rocking out with me when ‘A Night to Remember’ came on.”
“Think they’ll play it at Prom?” Peter asks
wistfully, holding you close once again.
“We could always bribe the DJ,” You suggest, his
comment surprising a little laugh from you. “Heck, I could be the DJ.”
It’s not like you’ll be doing anything come prom
night besides lounge around in your pyjamas and eating your weight in
chocolate. Besides, you’re sure that your collection of songs on your phone is
way better than whatever the hired DJ has planned.
“I bet your set list consists of only High
School Musical songs.”
“Er … Maybe?”
As the singers croon about catching lightning in
smooth, dulcet tones, Peter hesitates for the briefest moment before stepping
into the dance. The first steps are stilted, but as he gains confidence, the
two of you are soon spinning and whirling about with the same smooth alacrity
as the dancers in the movie.
You’re floating on a cloud, held steady by the
firm grip on your hand and waist. Even with your high heels and the butterflies
coming to life in your belly, you’re twirling about like a princess in an
Dizzy and flushed with happiness, you let out a
high pitched stream of giggles, burying your face in the crook of Peter’s neck.
Stupid! You curse yourself, but you
don’t have it in you to pull away. Peter laughs, not minding in the least,
making no attempt to push you away, sounding just as giddy as you feel as he
lifts you up into the air.
He’s stronger than he looks, you think vaguely,
feet flying out behind you as you shriek with joy. The two of you barely notice
that the heavy drops of rain have begun to fall in earnest now, plastering hair
to faces and clothes to bodies.
And as you cling to Peter, feeling the closeness
of your best friend in your arms, and the warmth of him on your skin, you
think, “This is enough. This is enough.”
And it is. You can almost forget that he’s
taking Liz to prom.
I am no tech geek, please don’t quote me on “hacking” terms. We pray to God that it’s believable and makes sense lol. Enjoy :)
Baekhyun dragged both you and Junmyeon into the board room
where it was quiet and empty, locking the door behind the three of you.
“Umm Baekhyun what are you doing?” You stuttered looking up
at Junmyeon with yours eyes wide.
“Shh.” Baekhyun frowned bringing his finger up to his lips.
“I’ve been busy hacking and bugging lately, nearly everything and everyone.
That’s why I’ve been acting strange and shifty because I’ve been occupied.
Look.” He slipped out his phone from his back pocket and held it up so you and
Junmyeon could read the screen. “I hacked into the showcasing companies main
system, just incase Luhan is more involved with them than we think, that’s
where I disappeared to earlier. However Luhan was always quite the tech genius
so it’s possible that he’s able to see through what I’ve done and break
whatever codes he needs to break.” He sighed exiting a web page and opening
another one up. “I also managed to bug internet access and codes of the house
and general text messaging services. So I have access to pretty much everyone’s
devices meaning I can keep on top of things. Junmyeon you really need to calm down
with those provocative texts to Yuna.” He winked at him lewdly.
Junmyeon’s mouth dropped open.
“Baekhyun those are private messages between me and my
Baekhyun scoffed at Junmyeon’s reaction and shook his head.
“Yeah well not anymore. Just think whenever your’e trying to
seduce Yuna you’re also seducing me. I must say Junmyeon you’re a man of many
great and saucy ideas. I’d love to try that new ‘game’ you suggested not too
long ago.” Baekhyun smirked. You felt sick, good knows what things he could
read in on between you and Minseok, because some of your messages were extremely
“Anyway.” Baekhyun continued. “We have a slight problem. So there’s this one
device in the house and I’m not exactly sure whom it belongs to, it must be an
extra phone. But it’s been bugged on their side. Almost as though they were
expecting me to keep tabs on them so they came prepared. It’s been making calls
and sending texts; but when I try and check the calls they are untraceable and the
messages show up blank. I can’t seem to crack the codes safeguarding them
either, they’re pretty strong. I’ve been trying to figure it out for a while
now but I’m still having no luck. Now the only explanations I have are that
there are two other tech geniuses in the house other than me; those being Sehun
and Chanyeol or my alternative explanation being thatLuhan helped to
safeguard someone’s phone. The last text sent from this phone was around ten
minutes ago, but obviously you know I can’t see what it says.” Baekhyun paused;
creases were setting above his brown bone due to confusion.
“It can’t be Sehun.” You shook your head and placed your
hands on your hips. “He was…talking to me.” You felt your stomach flip at the
half-lie that you had just let slip past your tongue and shuddered at the
thought of what Sehun had just tried on with you. That crazy idiot.
“So then Chanyeol.” Junmyeon raised a brow. “Actually no it
can’t be him he’s not here he wouldn’t have WiFi would he?”
“Well no he wouldn’t need WiFi for calling and texting.”
Baekhyun mumbled pinching his chin with his thumb and index finger. “So really
it’s a possibility.”
You felt your heart sink. Although you didn’t know whether or not you could forgive
Chanyeol for what he did you weren’t prepared to accept the fact that he was
the traitor and although Baekhyun did not 100% confirm it, it was beginning to
become painfully obvious that it was him besides nobody even knew his
“This has all been really carefully planned out.” Junmyeon
ran a hand through his hair as he closed his eyes. “Now I have to deal with
this on top of Senior and the showcase. Fantastic…”
“Oh you couldn’t get an extension?” Baekhyun asked with wide
eyes. You shook your head in response. “Look don’t worry Junmyeon you focus on
Senior and me and Y/N will handle this for now okay, but let’s keep it hush.”
“We will?” You pulled a face, why were you always being dragged
into things that you didn’t want to be involved in.
“Yes.” Baekhyun rolled his eyes at you. “We will.”
You had done what Baekhyun had said and kept quiet about the
phone in question this included keeping it from Minseok. It was time for dinner already and you were all crowded
around the dining room table. Sehun was sat directly opposite you, his gaze
piercing into the back of your skull so you kept your eyes trained down onto
“Junmyeon!” Jongin cried, throwing his hands up in the air. “Why
the fuck do you keep cooking broccoli, it’s making me sick.”
“Why do I hear you complaining? Shut up and eat.” Junmyeon
mumbled, shovelling a piece of broccoli into his own mouth. You all ate in
silence until you had finished every last morsel on your plate.
“So what’s going to be done about this showcasing event
then?” Kris asked stretching his hands forwards and making his bones click.
Junmyeon sighed in response.
“There’s nothing we can do. We’ve been defeated this time.”
He shrugged and stood up beginning to collect the plates on the table. You
looked to your side at Yuna who let out a really loud yawn.
“Gosh I’m so sorry.” She covered her mouth with her hand, eyes
glazed over. “I’m just really tired.”
“Hmm, so am I.” Baekhyun frowned “I thought I got a decent
amount of sleep in but maybe not. I’m off to bed.” You looked up at the clock.
It was only 6PM, even Ara was wide awake sitting on Kris’ lap.
“I think I’ll go to sleep too.” Yuna yawned, leaning forward
she kissed Junmyeon on the cheek and then rose from her seat to leave the room
with Baekhyun. You looked up and noticed that Sehun was still staring at you
intensely, but it was weird. It was almost as though he was frowning at you.
You were beginning to feel extremely uncomfortable so you got up from your
“Thanks for the dinner Junmyeon.” You called, not looking
back as you exited the kitchen, but you saw a dark tall shadow following you
down the corridor.
When you paused he paused. When you walked towards the board so did he and so
for some stupid reason you decided to run out into the garden, but of course
the tall male followed you. Unbeknownst to the both of you though Minseok was
watching, frowning from the kitchen doorway.
The grass outside was still wet from the storm and you almost slipped falling
face first but quickly regained your balance.
“For flip sake, will you learn how to be careful? You’re
really going to hurt that baby!” He hissed grabbing your wrist and helped to
steady you. You scowled at him grabbing your hand out of his hold and took a
step back, backing up into the tall brown wooden fence. “Why the fuck are you
avoiding me?” He hissed again looming over you and it was seriously intimidating.
“Why the fuck wouldn’t I be trying to avoid you Sehun!? I’m
your best friend’s wife and I’m carrying his child. You sick, sick man!”
“I’m aware of that.” He said to you coldly. You were so
confused, his face was still blank like it always was, like nothing had
happened and he didn’t kiss you. Why was he acting so clueless? Suddenly you
heard the garden door swing open. Looking over Sehun’s shoulder you saw Minseok
standing there, a frown painted across his face.
“What’s going on out here?”
Sehun ignored him as he rolled his eyes and stepped closer
“Get away from me you dirty rat!” You pushed hard on his
chest. Minseok came rushing over pulling Sehun back away from you.
“What the fuck is going on here, explain now!” Minseok
shouted at Sehun as he stood in front of you almost as though he were a shield.
“This sick bastard tried to kiss me. In fact he didn’t try,
he did it!” You pointed towards Sehun as you shrieked, your fingers were
shaking and you couldn’t keep your arm still. Minseok’s mouth dropped open as
he looked between you and Sehun, probably wondering if he heard you right or
waiting for you tell him it was a joke.
“You did what?…” Minseok breathed focusing only on Sehun
now. “You kissed Y/N…”
“Yes.” Sehun answered back confidently. He didn’t waver nor
did he flinch, his face was still blank as he looked between you and Minseok.
It was as though Minseok had just asked him if he’d eaten breakfast today or
whether or not he’d taken a shower. How could he be so confident in his answer?
“You what!” Minseok raged, his face growing red. You saw his
hands balling up, veins running down his arms. “You did what Oh Sehun!” He
threw a punch in the younger males face, landing directly on his lip blood
dribbling down the corner of Sehun’s mouth. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY
WIFE!” He grabbed Sehun’s head downwards and brought his knee up, connecting with
“Get the fuck off of me Minseok!” He pushed the smaller man
backwards. But Minseok charged for him again both of them slipping on the wet
grass. You didn’t know what to do; you couldn’t call the others and have them
know what was going on.
“First you wanted to get rid of her, now you’re making a move on
her. Are you crazy?” Minseok growled punching Sehun in the sides.
“Get off Minseok!” Sehun shouted again pushing Minseok off
of his body. He stood up holding a hand to his bleeding mouth and spat onto the
grass. “I don’t love your wife. Shit Minseok! Don’t go attacking me like that.”
Your mouth was still open, surely by this time you had caught some flies. Was
this man being serious? “If anything I still borderline hate her I’m just
“So why the fuck did you do it Sehun! And you better give me
a good explanation or I’m going inside to get a gun.” Minseok’s chest was
heaving up and down and his hands were still balled up into fists ready to
fight, adrenaline coursing through his veins.
“Because I’m trying to do everything that you would do to
her, damn it Min! I thought that was okay. Shit!” Sehun barked, trying to catch
his breath back as he rubbed his chest where Minseok had hit him. He looked up
at you angrily as he continued to speak. “She was frickin’ crying in my room
about this baby, and I thought to myself ‘what would Minseok do to calm her
down’ I’m your best friend and I’m trying to look out for your blasted family.
Do you really think I’d go for her?”
You eyes opened wide in shock along with Minseok who was shaking
“No Sehun! No! You got it so wrong; you’re not supposed to
go around and do things like that. That’s NOT
You were still staring at Sehun; you thought he was fabricating some sort of
story to save his own ass. But he wasn’t. His face was still blank and he was
still clueless as to why the both of you were mad. He genuinely thought what he
was doing was a good thing. You sighed in disbelief, how mentally messed up was
he to think that that was okay.
Sehun piped up again, beginning to fight his corner and you
were really hoping that none of the men from inside could hear all of the
commotion going on.
“I did what you would have done! Why was I wrong? I’m trying
to be like you why the fuck are you shouting at me.” He looked over at you
again. “I tried to comfort you didn’t I? Didn’t I?!”
“Shit Sehun you’re a grown man now you need to be able to
distinguish what’s acceptable and what’s not. You’re not a kid anymore. You can’t
go around kissing my wife because I do it, suppose she kissed you back. How far
would you have gone?”
“As far as you would’ve gone Minseok…” He frowned, looking
up at his best friend seriously confused as to why he was being shouted at. “I’m
supposed to be there for her when you can’t be isn’t that what you made me
promise you when you got married. I would’ve gone as far as she needed me to.”
And it was at that point you started to feel a little sick. Sehun’s idea of
walking in Minseok’s shadow was so much more extreme than you thought it was
initially, it was as though he was aspiring to be his carbon copy. “Listen
Minseok, I’m just trying to repay you for everything you’ve done for me. There
was no romantic feeling in what I did, in fact doing it made me feel sick but I
“No Sehun don’t you see this is taking it too far.” Minseok
interrupted, he was mostly calm now but there was an alarming look of worry on
his face as he stared at Sehun. “We should call Babu Sehun. I think you need
Sehun frown taking a step back as though Minseok had just slapped him across
“Woah, why are you going this far Minseok. I already told
you I was only trying to help. I’ll just stop from now on there’s no need to get Kyungsoo’s brother involved.”
“No Sehun, this is too much you’re so far gone –”
“WE’RE ALL FAR GONE MINSEOK!” Sehun screeched taking strides
backwards, creating a bigger gap between the three of you. “I was just trying
to fucking help! If you don’t want shit like this to happen then maybe you
should be there for your pregnant wife when she needs you!” He screamed turning
around. He ran back inside the house leaving you and Minseok standing in the
garden in silence.