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Imagine your son watching his daddy, Chris, on TV.

A/N: Helloooooooo, I’m back with the mini series! The last mini left us with Chris and the reader having an adorable little boy; Jackson River Evans. This continues on from there, just a bunch of fics that show their daily adventures that come with parenthood. Hope you enjoy it. X (Here is the mini-series ‘Masterlist’, I’ll link it as soon as I get home.)

It was 11:25PM in the Evans household, after a long day of running errands with your very talkative and excitable son, one would think that you and Chris would be fast asleep. But instead, the two of you were sat on the floor of your living room surrounded by wrapping paper, ribbons, and a buttload of different toys, books, and clothes for your son’s second birthday tomorrow.

You’d planned to start wrapping around 8:30PM- Jack’s bedtime- but as always, neither of you could leave his side until he fell asleep which was three and a half stories later at 9:48PM. What made things worst was that he knew it was his birthday tomorrow and that his parents were staying up to wrap his presents and prepare for his party; the questions he tackled both of you with made for good laughs and weary head shakes.

“Do you want some coffee?” Chris chuckled when another yawn escaped you; you shook your head. “What about Gummi Bears?” You shook your head again. “What about both?” He suggested, smiling when you bit back your smile.

“No, I’m good.” You told him as you returned your attention to the half wrapped ‘Dancing Elmo’ in front of you. “I can’t have caffeine or sugar now, if I do then- I’m going to be up all night.” Chris raised an eyebrow, his facials saying “isn’t that what we want?” You chuckled, “are you that tired that you’ve forgotten what happened the last time I tried to stay up with the help of coffee and Gummi Bears?”

His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought back, it didn’t take long for realization to sweep over his face. “Ah, yes.” He chuckled, nodding. “I believe I called it The Rise and Fall of Y/N.” You nodded with pursed lips. “I honestly thought you broke that day, was going to call Kevin and Robert to set me up with another girl.” You rolled your eyes. “Preferably one that doesn’t go on a caffeine and sugar high so she can pull an all nighter on her script, only to talk my ear off with her random epiphanies instead.”

“Jerk,” you tossed a toddler size version of Chris’ favorite pair of shoes at him. It hit him in the chest and landed in his lap, but he was too busy bellowing with laughter to bother retaliating. “Shut up,” you laughed softly, throwing the other shoe at him. “You’re going to wake Jack up.”

“Okay okay,” he softened his laughter, wiping away the tears that had formed in the corner of his eyes. “Hey, these are cute.” He said when he picked the shoes up off his lap. “They look exactly like mine, how did you-” He looked up at you and you smirked, shrugging. “You’re going to make him so happy.”

“I know,” you smiled. “He keeps asking me to put your shoes aside for him so he can wear them when he’s older, he gets so mad when he sees you wearing them because he thinks they’re his now. He keeps telling me that you’re wearing them out.”

“Trust me, I know,” he chuckled. “He gets so passive-aggressive every time I have those shoes on. Like the other day, he told me my feet are too big for those beautiful shoes.” You both laughed at that. “And just today, I found him hiding them under his bed. Honestly,” he shook his head, smiling, “that boy is an odd one.”

“Children are a reflection of their parents,” you teased.

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded then smirked as he said, “have you met his mom?”

“I’m running out of soft things to throw at you,” you threw a Mickey Mouse plush ball at him. “Can we get back to it now?” You asked, beckoning at the pile of unwrapped gifts; you were starting to regret offering your wrapping services to your family and friends who were out of town and couldn’t make it. “We’re going to need at least some sleep if we want to get through a two year old’s birthday party tomorrow.”

“Yeah, okay.”

The both of you returned to wrapping and a comfortable silence filled the air. It wasn’t until you got through your fifth gift, and Chris his fourth that you both realized there were sounds coming from upstairs. You glanced behind you then turned back to Chris whose narrowed eyes were looking at the archway leading to the hallway where the stairs were.

“Did you leave the TV on upstairs?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I haven’t been upstairs since-”

“Jack,” you both concluded in unison, heaving a heavy sigh.

Chris made his way upstairs with you right on his heel. The closer you got to your bedroom, the louder the TV got. Chris looked over his shoulder at you, mouthing “is that?” You nodded, chuckling when you realized Jack was watching one of his father’s old interviews with Jimmy Fallon. You both poked your head into the room and saw Jack snugged in the middle of your bed with Dodger under his tiny arm. He was always so mesmerized by his dad, or you, being on TV that he’d fail to notice all else, like the two of you in the doorway.

“Bud,” Chris called and Jack flinched, “what are you doing out of bed?”

“I’m not out of bed,” he gestured to the fact that he was in your bed, grinning cheekily.

“Let’s rephrase,” you stepped in, chuckling, “what are you doing out of your bed?”

“Well, I…” he trailed off, turning his attention back to the TV because he didn’t want to miss a second of his dad.

You and Chris shared a weary look then shrugged and joined Jack in your king sized bed, each on either side of him. Dodger shuffled, moving to rest his head on your lap. You smiled and stroked his side, leaning down to whisper into his floppy ear “thanks for looking after of our little handful, sweetheart.”

“Shhh,” Jack pressed his tiny finger to his lips.

“Oh, please.” You chuckled. “Like my whispering-”

“Seriously, shh,” Chris shushed you too, pointing to the TV. “You’ll want to listen to this part, it’s super sweet.” A smug smirk formed on his lips because you’d already seen it before and you already knew it was super sweet. “It’s about his wife and kid.”

“And I’m the kid!” Jack gasped excitedly and climbed out of the covers so he could crawl closer to the TV. You were about to reach and catch him when Chris got to him first; the last thing you needed was your son ruining his eyes like you did as a child.

“You’re not going any closer to the TV, bud.” Chris murmured into his soft locks. “The last thing we need is you wearing glasses too.” Jack still tried to wiggle out of his dad’s strong grip and Chris frowned. “Jack, stop,” he spoke in a firmer tone and Jack immediately stilled. “Either sit here with me or go to bed.”

“I’ll sit here with you,” Jack nodded, leaning back against his dad’s chest.

“Not bad,” you mouthed, smiling at Chris who was tipping his imaginary hat; he was getting a lot better at controlling Jack. Usually Jack would just ignore Chris and continue his defiance until you stepped in and dropped the hammer, but not so much anymore. You turned your attention back to the TV when you heard your name.

“I believe congratulations are in order, you and Y/N are now parents to an adorable boy.” Jimmy said and the audience cheered; Chris smiled as a photo of you carrying Jack, who was only eight months then, popped up on the screen behind him.

“That’s me,” Jack giggled excitedly; both you and Chris chuckled.

“Jack, right?” Jimmy asked and Chris nodded. “He is a beautiful baby.”

“Thank you,” Chris smiled. “Yeah, he is a real looker. His smile just lights up the room and his eyes are bluer than mine,” he chuckled softly. “But I mean-” he glanced back at the photo, his smile growing even wider. “I didn’t really expect anything less. Look at his mom, she’s beautiful and perfect and- he’s just a splitting image of her.”

The interview touched your heart like it did the first time, you smiled and reached over Jack to press your hand against your husband’s face. He smiled and turned his head, kissing the palm of your hand. You pulled your hand away and returned your attention to the TV.

“It must be very hard for you to be away from home at the moment,” Jimmy said and Chris nodded, pouting adorably. “And how is Y/N handling Jack on her own? She’s always said that between the two of you, you’re better with kids.”

“That’s-” Chris chuckled. “No, Y/N is fantastic with children. She just says she’s not because she’s overly modest and she likes her 'I-don’t-want-kids’ reputation, but honestly- if you see her with kids, you can tell that she is nothing like she portrays herself to be. She is just the sweetest, kindest, most gentle person when she’s around kids. Well,” he chuckled, “the good ones anyway.”

“And Jack’s one of the good ones, right?”

“Definitely,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I was FaceTiming with Y/N yesterday and she’s been telling me all about how he just sleeps through the night and eats whatever she gives him. He’s a very easy baby, like she hasn’t even had to call our moms for backup yet.”

“I’m sure you must be very excited to get back home to them,” Jimmy put another photo up on the screen behind Chris; it was one of the three of you and Dodger that Chris tweeted out for Mother’s Day. The whole audience awwwed at the photo, making Chris smile. “I mean- that is a sweet family waiting for you.”

“Yeah, and I’m counting down the days till I see them,” Chris admitted with a soft chuckle. “Only a couple months of press left and then I’m back in Boston for a long break until the next part premieres. But by then, Jack should be old enough to fly so they can come out and visit me while I’m doing press around the world.”

Jimmy smiled, “once again, congratulations. If you’re watching this, Y/N, Jack is beautiful and I am so happy for you guys. The first part of Avengers Infinity War is out in cinemas now, be sure to watch it. Chris Evans, everyone!”

You expected Jack to clap and when he didn’t, you looked over to find him fast asleep in his dad’s arms. “I guess he woke up and just wanted us to keep him company until he fell asleep again,” Chris whispered and you smiled. “I’m going to go put him to bed.” You nodded and yawned as he rose to his feet with Jack in his arms. “And you should go to sleep too, I’ll finish up downstairs.”

“We’re a team,” you told him and rose to your feet, following him with a hand on his lower back. “I don’t sleep until you sleep.” Chris smiled and wrapped one arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as the two of you made your way to Jack’s room.

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Star Wars: The Clone Wars: Mystery of a Thousand Moons

No One Said This Was Going To Be Easy

“Sam, what are we gonna do?” I paced around the bunker library and tried to control my breathing while I thought about what was going on in one room over. “We have to figure out something, and fast. I’ve called Rowena and anyone else I can think of. We need all hands on deck.”

He sighed as he glanced up at me from his laptop, then stood up and engulfed me in a brotherly hug, knowing I was way beyond stressed out. “Y/N, everything will work out and things will just have to run their course. No one said this was going to be easy, okay? We’ll wait for everyone to show up, but in the meantime, go check on Dean.”

Kelly had given birth to Lucifer’s spawn and, unfortunately hadn’t survived, but the baby had. So the three of us took the baby and ran before Lucifer was able to find her. Currently, Dean was in his bedroom trying to find anything wrong with the child, but to no avail. She was perfectly healthy on the outside, it seemed. But we wouldn’t know much until later.

As I softly knocked on his door, he graciously opened it and gave me a small smile. He was scared…terrified. “Hi,” was the only thing I could think of to say as I took the sweet, innocent girl from him and bounced her around. “What do you think?”

He shrugged and lowered his head, “I don’t know. All I know is that we can’t let Lucifer find this baby.”

“I hear ya,” I sat down on his bed slowly as she was beginning to snooze. “So I guess we have a baby now.”

“Huh?” He gave me wide eyes.

“We as in the three of us,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “We need to keep her in the bunker at all times. It’s the safest place. It’s warded and virtually indestructible as far as we know. And it’s spacious.” I sighed again and looked over at him, trying to study his expression. “So while you all go out on hunts and try to kill Lucifer, I’ll stay back here and take care of her.”

Dean shook his head, “That’s ridiculous. You shouldn’t have to do that, Y/N. We need you out there.”

“But she needs us, Dean. She’s all alone.”

He lowered his head again, knowing I was right. When he took my hand, I took a deep breath and gave him a smile as he leaned over and kissed my lips lightly, the baby girl cradled in my arms in-between us. I looked down at her and pursed my lips as I studied her. She was so beautiful and I felt awful that Kelly was in that situation. I felt even worse for the innocent life in my arms. 

“She needs a name,” I whispered, looking over at Dean again as he pondered options in his head. Then he looked over at me and gave me a warm smile. “Whatcha thinkin’?”

“How about Amara?” His smile grew and I rolled my eyes and smacked his arm, then switched the sweet girl to my other arm.

“You’re so funny, Dean,” I shook my head and looked down at her. Her hair was a little hint of red and I smiled immediately, letting a few tears build up in my eyes. “Charlie.”

Dean gasped lightly and I could tell he was trying to hide his emotions about the suggestion, but he eventually looked up at me and smiled, then kissed my cheek. “Charlie.”

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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 21

Summary: You and Negan seem to be back to square one, but bigger problems come to you when you go out on a run with Arat.

Warnings: Things are about to start taking a violent turn, and some material may get darker. If this could be triggering for you, read with caution.

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“But, with time, one has encountered many of the monsters, and one is increasingly less terrified of those still to be met.” - Kay Redfield Jamison

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When morning finally came, you were already up, having only gotten a few hours of sleep here and there, you were exhausted.
But deciding you didn’t want to lay in bed anymore, you got up and got dressed, collecting your gear and sliding on your boots on before exiting the room.

You still felt pretty shitty from what had transpired the night before, you were determined to not let it overtake you.
you were never the type to wallow in your own misery and you didn’t plan on starting now.

As you left you glanced over to Negan’s door.
It was closed, as it usually was, but it crossed your mind whether he was inside or not.
It even crossed your mind to just walk in, but of course you didnt.
Hell, you wouldn’t even know what the next move would be if you were to go in.
You shook your head at the thought and headed downstairs to start the day.

As you made your way into the yard, you could tell that some of the Saviors were getting ready to go out on a run, they had brought some of the trucks around and were waiting at the gates for further instruction.
You walked up to everyone, you wanted to go, getting out of here for a while is exactly what you needed.

There was a firm tap on your shoulder from behind and you turned quickly with a less than cheerful expression across your face.

“Jesus, what’s wrong with you.” You heard Arat say as she stood behind you.

The smile she had on her face faded as she saw you.

Your hard expression softened as you saw that it was only her, “Sorry, Arat. I thought you were someone else.”

You nodded, “Trouble in paradise, huh?”

“I think you mean the seven circles of hell.” You sighed and rolled your eyes.

She snickered at your wisecrack and shook her head, “God, you sound like him.”

You shrugged your shoulders.
Maybe you were more like Negan than you realized, but you didn’t see why it mattered and frankly, you didn’t care.

“What are you doing today?” You asked, wanting to change the subject from him.

Arat began walking over to one of the trucks and you followed beside her.

“I’ll probably go out and just check out surrounding areas, maybe pick up a few small things if it’s worth bringing back.” She answered.

“Do you mind having some company?” You asked, almost desperately.

You really wanted to get out for the day.

She looked over to you, seeing the look in your eyes and nodded, “Sure. I don’t mind it, I can tell you need it.”

“You have no idea.” You breathed.

You hoped to make it out of the compound without seeing Negan, but of course that wasn’t possible.
He was already out walking around, looking over everyone, giving them one reason to make him angry today.
You could tell he was still pissed.
The scowl on his face looked like it was set in stone.
The only time it looked like it softened a bit was when you saw Sherry walk up to him, they whispered something to eachother and you already knew what it was probably about and you didn’t wanna think about it.
But you did think about how accurate your aim would be from across the yard if you decided to shoot just her, you shook your head at that thought, too.

It seemed like you really were like Negan after all.

You tried to pretend like you didn’t see it when he leaned down to kiss her, grabbing her ass.

“He’s just trying to rattle your cage.” Arat said as she noticed you staring.

You were glad she interrupted you, because time she did, Negan looked over to the both of you with a smug grin spreading across his face as he walked toward the both of you, you turned your head away from his gaze.

“What’s the word, Arat?” He said in his deep tone as he adjusted Lucille on his shoulder.

He barely looked at you, but ocassionally glanced in your direction without a whole lot of interest.

“I’m going to check the surrounding areas, the usual stuff. And bring back anything useful.” She said plainly as she stood in front of him, like a solider waiting for orders.

He nodded, “Cool. Get the the fuck to it.”

Negan took a few steps to stand in front of you and you looked at him through the corner of your eye, not wanting to fully look at him.
Negan noticed Arat was still there and shook his head.

“Do you need a goddamn invitation to leave, Arat? This isn’t Sunday afternoon at the fuckin’ country club.” He snapped at her.

“No. No, sir, but (Y/N) was gonna-”

“She’s gonna fuckin’ go with you, huh?” He cut in.

She nodded back.

“Well, I’m gonna need to have a fuckin’ talk with her, because this is the fuckin’ first I’ve heard of it.” He said with an annoying smile.

You didn’t think that it was that he really cared, he just needed another way to control you.

You looked over to Arat and gave her a slow nod, she walked away quickly over to the group of men who were all waiting for their own orders.

“So what? You’re fuckin’ going out without me now, babydoll?” He said in a demeaning tone.

“Why does it matter to you? I mean, really?” You said, getting frustrated with him.

He sucked his teeth and his expression hardened again, “It fuckin’ doesn’t. Go ahead and make yourself goddamn useful, my lovely-fuckin-wife.”

You clenched your jaw, not wanting to make a scene out in front of everyone, “Don’t worry, I will. So, stay here with Sherry.” You said cutting your eyes to the building.

Negan cleared his throat calmly and before you could say anything else he had you pinned against the stone wall of the storage building, his pupils burning into yours.

“Darlin’, who in the actual fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He growled back into your ear.

“I’m talking to you.. Daddy.” You snapped back in a smart tone as you put emphasis on the word “Daddy”.

He pulled his head back to stare at you, but his expression was calm and that’s when Negan scared you, when he reached the point of anger to where his expression turned into a calm one.

He made an “o” shape with his lips.

“Jesus.. Nothing fuckin’ scares you anymore, does it?” He said as if he was almost impressed with you.

“No. Some things still do.” You said looking from him, to Lucille, then back to him.

He chuckled softly as he leaned up a bit, “Scared of me fuckin’ hurting you, doll?”

“In more ways than one.” You said bluntly, turnimg from him.

He grabbed your face and turned it to meet his eyes.

“Look at me when I’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you, babydoll. You don’t wanna be disrespectful, do you?” He growled sternly.

“No.” You said in a dull tone, keeping eye contact with him this time.

“You think I’d hurt you?” He asked, loosening his grip on your face.

“I don’t know, maybe you could.” You answered back, his eyes burning into yours.

“I wouldn’t do that.” He said in a firm tone.

“But you already fucking have.” You clenched your jaw tightly.

“Then go out with Arat if that’s what you fuckin’ want.” He said motioning over his head to Arat as she stood across the yard, waiting on you, “Clear your goddamn head.”

“I plan to.” You said back angrily.

He smirked at your expression of anger, now he was beginning to get really frustrated with your attitude and apparent “lack of respect”.

He licked his lips and leaned down to you, “Good. And maybe.. When you get back, I’ll let you do my fuckin’ laundry, darlin’.”

Your blood began to boil and the adrenaline started as the words escaped his lips, you fists were in a tight ball as you tried to compose yourself, and in that moment, you understood why Olivia had lost her cool and slapped him.
It took every ounce of strength to control yourself and not slap him in the same way she had, especially with Lucille propped on his fucking shoulder.

You took in a deep breathe closing your eyes and moved away from him before turning back around to face him.
He stood there, grinning smugly seeing at how much he really got to you.

“Of course, Negan. I mean, it’s your world after all, right? We’re all just fucking living in it.” You said with a fake smile, but with a growl in your tone.

You walked off slowly, not even bothering to glance back at him.

You met back up with Arat and you both headed off out into the world, leaving the sanctuary behind.

But of course you wanted to come back, you just needed to get away, even if it was only for a couple of hours.
You just needed to regain some dignity before Negan berated you even more over stupid shit to rip it away from you.

You had went out atleast a mile from the sanctuary, all while passing by abandoned buildings and a few walkers here and there.

Once the car finally came to a stop, you and Arat both exited it, preparing your weapons just in case of trouble and started walking down the long stretch of road to scavenge in a building that she spotted up ahead.
It was one that hadn’t been looted by the Saviors yet.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Negan?” She asked curiously.

You sighed, not really wanting to talk about it, but knew that talking about it was what needed to be done.

“Well, I told him I loved him last night, I just blurted the shit out and that turned out to be a fucking mistake on my part.” You said rolling your eyes.

You looked around to the woods covering the entire surrounding area and an eerie feeling crept into you, but you ignored it as best you could.

Arat shook her head, “Yeah, kinda figured that would happen if he found out.”

“I can see why you didn’t become a wife.” You shook your head.

Arat scoffed, “I didn’t take him up on it, because I don’t need him to take care of me. Especially when you add the fact that I’d be more inclined to take a run at you than him.”

You looked at her with a raised eyebrow for a moment, sort of confused.

She shifted her eyes to you and rolled them, “I’m gay, if you want me to be blunt.”

You nodded and turned your head back to the road, “You’re lucky then. Atleast you’re not head over heels for someone who doesn’t give a shit.”

“I think Negan gives a shit, (Y/N). But he’s a man, you know how some men are. He’s isn’t a romantic that’s for sure. But what can you expect nowadays?”

“Yeah, I know. It just fucking sucks, I have no idea how he truly feels.”

Arat shook her head and laughed, “If you haven’t noticed, the world we live in now fucking sucks. Honestly, fuck feeling emotions, they don’t hold any use in this world. They just complicate things and get people killed.”

You nodded back in agreeance with her, but not really wanting to talk about any of this anymore.

“I’ve tried turning them off, Arat.” You said plainly.

“Look, If you want my opinion, you and him were made for eachother.” She turning her head to you.

“How do you figure that?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

“Well let’s see.. You’re both stubborn, prideful and homicidal. So, that’s a fucking start and not to mention, severely jealous.” She said, giving you a serious look.

You smirked back and nodded, “Mm, sounds like my kinda date. The jealousy on my part doesn’t matter though, the other wives are still there.”

“Well, it’s like I said - fuck emotions - there’s no place for them in this world.”

“Easier said than done.” You said back calmy.

You both looked at eachother for a moment before dropping your eyes and continued walking in silence.

But that eerie feeling kept creeping up on you and Arat must have began to get some sort of feeling as well as you both slowed your pace.
You looked over to the woods to hear cracking nosies, like dry branches being stepped on.

You looked back to Arat and she gave you a nod as she pulled out a gun and you pulled yours out too.

You slowly walked to the source of the sound.
Your hands outstretched, ready to shoot.
The woods were dense and it was hard to see exactly where the source of the sound was coming from, but it got louder and just as you were about to go in deeper a horde of walkers came up.

You both backed up quickly.

“Shit. We need to take them out quietly.” Arat said in panic as she put away the gun and took a knife out.

“You can’t fucking kill them all with a knife.” You said urgently.

“I can atleast try.” She said in a determined voice.

She ran up to one of them, stabbing it in the skull and it fell to the ground with a loud THUD.

You kept your gun out and and held it up firmly, aiming at the heads of the corpses advancing towards you.
Arat stabbed another two, but there was no way she could do it all herself, that was made clear when one of them suddenly caught her by the side, trying to drag her to the ground.

“Arat!” You screamed, running towards her.

She yelped in fear as she tried stabbing at it and during a moment of struggle, she finally making contact with the knife as it collapsed ontop of her, pinning her to the ground.

You couldn’t wait, so you began shooting at the walkers immediately, hitting some of them perfectly and missing others.

Suddenly there was a barrage of gunshots that wasn’t yours or hers, hitting the corpses making them fall like dominoes one after the other.

“Jesus.” You growled to yourself as you dropped to the ground where she was, pushing the dead one off of her, and grabbing ahold of her shoulder and you both receded to cover behind an abandoned vehicle.

The shots went on for a few more seconds as all of the walkers now laid on the ground unmoving.
You both breathed heavily and looked around, trying to find the source of the shots.

“What the fuck was that?” She said in a low, but fierce tone.

You shook your head frantically, “I don’t know. No fucking clue..” You trailed off as you peeked over the abandoned car you had sought safety behind.

You both sat there for a minute more, not wanting to move out of fear of being shot.
But you both began to crawl out and as you did you were met at gunpoint by atleast 20 or so men.

“Ladies.” One of the men said, holding a machine gun to your head.

He had short, dirty blonde hair and a beard.

You both dropped your heads and knew that this was the worst possible position to be in right now.
The crowd of men parted and you looked up to see another man approaching.

It wasn’t until he was in front of you that you recognized that it was Randy.

“Shit, never thought I’d see you two again.” He said as he smiled at both of you.

You dropped your head again and let out a sigh, trying your best to creep your hand up to your gun.

Afyer seconds of a quick debate within yourself, you tried to go for it, but before you could even get it out of the holster your arms were taken and you were being subdued by Randy’s men.
They slammed you up against the car holding you back and they got Arat too, taking her weapons.

Randy came up to you as he handed his gun over to one of the other men, “I was hoping I’d see you though. Are you still mad about what happened?”

“Fuck you.” You growled, narrowing your eyes at him.

He nodded, “Apparently so. I should probably be the one that should be pissed though. You did kill my girlfriend.”

“You fucking attacked me. Both of you did. You should have stayed around, you could be with her now.”

“Now why would I do that? How would I take over Negan’s place every if I was dead?” He said with a sinister smile spreading across his face.

“You’re not taking over.” You growled back.

“I will when he’s dead.” He laughed.

That made you snap and as quickly as he had said it, you spat in his face, licking your lips, smiling after you did.

Randy’s face changed as he wiped it, then looked back to you, “You goddamn bitch.”

He grabbed you by your shirt collar and threw you to the ground, giving you a swift kick, but it didn’t phase you, you tried your best to fight him back.

“She’s a fucking crazy one fellas. I think I’ll keep her for a while. Load her up, she’ll come with us.” He said calmly, as he rolled his shoulders.

“No!” Arat bellowed as she tried to fight her way out of the arms of the other men.

“What about this one?” Another man called out as he smiled, holding Arat back.

Randy took his gun back and without warning, let out a shot and it hit
Arat. She let out a pained grunt as she slid to the ground.

She had gotten hit somewhere in the chest.

You tried lunging out at Randy, cursing and crying as you did, trying to get ahold of him, you wanted to kill him more than ever.

“You motherfucker!” You yelled out as the rage coursed through you violently.

The men pulled you up before you could accomplish anything though, and no matter how much you fought, they were stronger than you.
All you could do is look back to Arat’s body as you were being drug away, with no idea where you were going to be taken, or if you were going to come back out alive.

Next thing you knew, you were handcuffed and thrown into the back of a van, you jerked your hands violently against the metal cuffs, tying your best to slip out of them.
You felt the dig in your skin as they began to cut into your flesh from pulling so hard, one of the men noticed and pushed you back into the side of the van wall, keeping an eye on you.

“The more you fight the worse it’s gonna be on you, bitch.” He growled as he pulled out a cigarette to light it.

You leaned back against the wall, knowing that there was nothing else you could do at that moment, you had to sit there as you were being taken away to who knows where.

You were stuck here with these fucking people and right now, you just wanted to be with Negan, atleast that way you’d be safe.
You should have never left that morning.

And with the way it was looking now, you weren’t going to see him again, and you might not even make it out alive if Randy decided to kill you.
There was no way you could defend yourself against his small army.

After a while, everything finally came to a stop as the man who was sitting in the back of the van finally opened up the back doors and hopped out, only to reach back in to drag you out of the truck, not even giving you a chance to get to your feet and with your hands cuffed you fell to the ground outside as he yanked you out.

“C'mon, keep the fuck up!” He said in a smart tone.

“You know that I fucking cant.” You growled back as you tried to get to your feet.

He grabbed you by the face suddenly and you tried pulling back, he looked you in the eye and you kept trying to pull back.
It reminded you too much of the way Negan would grab you when you caught an attitude and it was only okay when Negan didn’t it.

“Get your hands off me.” You growled.

“You got quite a damn mouth on you. I could think of a couple ways to fix it.” He said digging his hands into your cheeks.

You tried pulling back even harder from him.

Before anything else could happen, Randy appeared from around the van, he gave a loud whistle and the man immediately dropped your face from his grip.

“That’s enough, Mark.” Randy said, eyeing him intensely.

You glared back at Randy.

“But she’s being a bitch.” The man name Mark protested.

“So? Most females are.” Randy said, putting his hand on Mark’s shoulder to shoo him away from you.

He rolled his eyes and walked away before disappearing with everyone else.
Randy grabbed ahold of your cuffs and started to lead you to a small building.

It looked like you were at an old warehouse, it wasn’t very big, so that made you think maybe he didn’t have that many people behind him, which was good if it was the truth.

There was silence as he led you into a small shed like building next to the warehouse.

It was dark and had no windows.

He flipped a switched to turn on the lights inside.
There were bare stone walls on the inside and tile on the floor, he pushed you inside as he closed the door behind him, and leaned back against it.

You took in a breathe, “When are you gonna kill me?”

He snorted and shook his head, “Not right now, that’s for sure. What’s the point in outright killing you without making you suffer a little?”

You clenched your jaw and dropped your head, “How long have you been planning it?”

“Well, kidnapping you wasn’t the fucking plan, that’s for sure. I just wanted to outright attack the sanctuary, but I needed manpower for that.”

“Alexandria.” You said calmly.

“Yep. But I ended up just trading some guns with this weird fucker that was there. But how do you know about it?”

“Because I know.” You said plainly.

“And how the fuck do you know?”

You gave him an evil smile, “Because Negan and I killed off your old group. Vernon is the only one left and he’s suffering too, we kept him alive.”

“Too bad, but it really doesn’t make a difference now. I have you and once your ‘husband’ starts looking for you, I’ll have something to threaten him with: you.” He smiled, squinting his eyes to you.

“And what the fuck makes you think Negan would go for that?” You growled, balling your fists up in the cuffs.

Randy prowled over to you slowly, you back yourself into the wall as he got closer.

He put his face down next to yours and you turned away.

“Because (Y/N), you know Negan can’t stand to see someone else having playtime with one of his bitches.” He said moving a strand of hair from your face.

You snapped and head butted him as hard as you could, making him stumble back as he held onto his head, but caught himself before he fell.

“I’m getting real fucking tired of you, you fucking cunt!” He shouted venomously as he grabbed you by the throat and slammed you down into the ground.

You kicked at him as hard as you could, but we’re restricted greatly since you hands were still unusable.

He held onto your throat and squeezed.

“Stop, or I swear to God I’ll choke the fucking life out of you right here, right now.” He said, gritting his teeth as he pressed harder into your throat.

It reminded you of the first time he had tried to kill you with Amber, he had nearly choked you to death then, and with great protest, you decided to calm yourself and stop fighting back.

You laid there and panted as you looked up at him dangerously, wanting so desperately to be free and get your hands around his throat, wanting to choke him until you saw the light leave his eyes.

He brushed his hair back angrily as he stood up, his face was dripping sweat at the struggle you were putting up.

“Maybe you need some solitary. I was gonna be nice and take the cuffs off, but you can keep them on now.. Fucking bitch.” He said in a sharp tone as he opened the door to the outside and slammed it hard as he left.

You could hear him lock it from the outside as you slide yourself up against the wall and curled into the fetal postion.

Tears were trying to well up in your eyes and as much as you wanted to cry, you didnt.
You knew that now more than ever you had to stay strong if you were going to survive this.
Arat said there was no room for emotions and she was right.
You had to put all of that behind now and focus on surviving and how you could possibly get the hell out of here, or either die trying.

Either way, you weren’t going to give up, you weren’t going to let Randy win.
And no matter what Negan had done or said, you were still loyal to him and you knew you’d die before you let Randy have a shot at him.

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Series: Who Will Save You Now?
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Pairing: Reader x Michael Gray / Reader x Peaky Blinders
Word Count: 1271
Dedicated to: @peakyblinders1919. This author with their imagines and oneshots has inspired me to write my own story featuring Peaky Blinders. Also dedicated to the people who adore this show as much as I do.


Prologue

Out of everything your father asked you to do, getting friendly with one of the Shelby’s was the end of the line. Whether it was kissing someone, going on a date with someone, even sleeping with someone - you did it without hesitation. With every thing you did your father involved you more in the business. Besides the Shelby’s, your family was one of the most powerful families in Birmingham. The name of your father was feared just as much as the name of Thomas Shelby. People around Birmingham knew you, but fear was not the emotion that came over them when they heard your name. 

“Y/N Pierce - she’s the daughter of Raimond Pierce.” That’s how you were known. Everyone knew you simply as the daughter of one of the biggest gangsters in England. What they didn’t know was the amount of effort you had put into your family’s business. What they didn’t know was that because of you your family had even gained that much power.

Your father was sure to not let anyone know that. Hugely disappointed that there wasn’t someone he could pass the business on to he was forced to choose his brother as his successor. He was sure that someone from the Pierce family had to carry on the legacy he had created. His first choice would have been his own child, but with you as his only child he had written off the idea just as quickly as it had came. He was sure that a woman like you could not lead the Pierce gang. Boy, how wrong was he.

But when your father asked you to make your way into the lives of the Shelby family as a way of spying on them, you declined. You were not about to go to the nest of the hyenas. The Shelby’s were your fathers biggest rivals. Luckily not either of the sides had shed much blood on each sides. At the beginning there were some killings and kidnappings, but things calmed down when the two families made peace with each other. The two families even became allies against the Russians and the Italians who were gaining more and more power in the town.


“What do you mean you won’t do it? This wasn’t a request.” Raimond glared at you, surprised that you had refused. The two of you were in his cabinet, your uncle and your father’s closest confidant next to him.

“I mean what I said, I won’t do it. I will not be your spy.” You declared, everyone’s eyes fixated on you. Silence took over in the room as no one dared to say anything before your father. He on the other hand seemed to be at loss of words or not finding the right words to say. He simply glared at you, making you extremely uncomfortable under his watchful eye. The man was as cold as ice, not showing even you, his daughter, some affection.

Things weren’t always like that. Raimond Pierce became a cold-hearted man after the death of his wife, your mother. Caitlyn Pierce was killed in a car accident along with her lover who Raimond did not know anything about. Finding out that Caitlyn was killed and having a lover crushed him as he became colder and colder with every passing day.

“You know, there was a time when I would have killed you for you decling my command. Today is not the day. Do you have any idea how long I waited for you to grow some balls and refuse me? Let me tell you: a very long time.” Raimond declared with his usual confidence in his voice while you stood still, staring at him with a stunned expression. You glanced at your uncle, seeing him clench his jaw as he also stared at your father. Lucas, your father’s confidant, on the other hand had a smile on his face which helped you calm down a little. You and Lucas had always gotten along very well and seeing his smile helped you relax a little since you were sure that whatever was coming your way was not going to be anything awful.

“Leave us.” Your father commanded. Lucas immediately went to stand by the door while your uncle simply stood still, staring at your father.

“I think that maybe I should-” He started, but was immediately interrupted by your father.

“I said to leave us alone. That includes you too, Andre.” Raimond Pierce declared, his usual glare fixated on your uncle. Andre let out a huff before he stormed out of the room with Lucas behind him who closed the cabinet door after him.

For a moment silence filled the room as neither of you said anything. You stood awkwardly before your father motioned for you to take a seat opposite him which you silently did.

“Do you know why I’m so hard on you? Why I yell at you? Why I ask you to do things for me? For this family?” He questioned and at this point you weren’t sure whether you really knew an answer to his question. You always figured it was the death of your mother that made him like this. You didn’t answer his question, not knowing did he really want an answer.

“I do it because I don’t want you to be weak. If you’re taking over this business someday you have to have some backbone. And that is something that you lack of. Luckily, you’re not a lost cause.” Your father remarked, making you extremely confused. Take over the business? You were more than sure that you taking over was the last thing he wanted to see in this world.

“I thought you didn’t want me to take over.” You said out loud, mentally cursing yourself for saying things out loud without thinking. Running the business was something you had dreamed of for some time now, and now your father indicating that it was a possibility was like a dream come true, even if it was still a possibility. Why would you possibly want to sabotage that chance?

“I’ll be honest, I thought so too.” He started before letting out a sigh and looking into your eyes, his look not as hard as it was before.

“But you are my child. If there’s one woman who can survive in the world of men it is you. But don’t think that it’s going to be easy.” Raimond spoke out and you found yourself quickly nodding, a smile on your face. A grin appeared onto your father’s face which disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. He motioned for you to leave the room and to leave him alone. You silently stood up as you turned around to leave the room.

“Wipe that stupid smile off your face and listen to me.” He started and you turned around, your lips forming a straight line as you looked at him.

“No word to anyone at this point, especially to Andre. You understand?” He asked and you nodded as a response which was a bad idea since your father spoke to you now in a much louder voice.

“We do not nod. We say the words. Do you understand?” He questioned, his voice sounding as harsh as it always was.

“Yes, I understand.” You spoke out loudly, trying to match his harshness but failing to do so. You weren’t as tough as he was and there was no denying it. Everyone who knew your family knew it, and so did your father.

“Good. Now go find yourself a nice dress. We’re having a party tonight.”

DAMN TEEDO’S


Request: Would love to read about Ben searching for reader, because she’s been captured by scavengers so Ben and Han have to save her and cruise around in the millennium falcon. Also a lot of fluff!

A/N: I love me some Ben AU’s! Thank you, anon, for the request! Sorry it isn’t so fluffy! [GIF NOT MINE]

Warning: None

Word Count: 1.6K+

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There was something off about how quiet the Falcon was, Ben was expecting you to come storming over to him, complaining about the fact that you ‘had to stay behind’ because Ben didn’t want you getting into any trouble. The moment he realized that you hadn’t come to yell at him in the good few minutes he had returned, Ben found himself rushing around the Millennium Falcon, frantically searching for any sign of you. “Y/N? Y/N?!” He called out, only to ram into his father. “D-dad, have you seen Y/N?” He asked, holding onto his father’s upper arms as Han only scrunched up his eyebrows.

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[SUMMARY: Small Jesus Fan fiction

NOTE: I usually only write Negan/Daryl cause those are my fav but this was a one time special request. Not sure if it’s good just because it’s hard writing about something that’s not your thing lol. I do like Jesus though! And I hope the anon who requested this enjoys it!]

Jesus and Lauren.

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Not Like This

“Fight this, Y/N!” Dean yelled in your face, trying to bring you out. You’d been possessed by the ghost you were both out to kill and it was much more powerful using your body than it was on its own. 

“Y/N isn’t home right now.” The ghost chuckled and flung Dean across the room, smiling at him and lowering your body over him, straddling him and putting your face in his. “She’s barely even fighting in here. She’s too weak.” 

Dean watched as the ectoplasm leaked out of your eyes and nose, the ghost giggling and stretching your limbs. “Come on, Dean. Fight back!” The ghost reared your arm back, punching Dean in the mouth, drawing more blood. 

“I won’t hurt her.” Dean groaned. “Come on, sweetheart, fight back!” 

“Aw, why not?” The ghost chuckled, standing up and stomping on Dean’s ribs. “You got the hots for her?” 

“I love her.” Dean sputtered. “I fucking love her, alright?” 

You heard him, clear as day. You really weren’t putting up much of a fight, letting the ghost use you until you heard Dean admit that he loved you. Then you started to fight back, taking control over your body again. You froze, pulling yourself away. The fight for control was painful, your body started thrashing and fell to the ground in front of Dean as you screamed, expelling the ghost, the ectoplasm replaced with blood. No sooner did you expel the ghost did she go up in flames. Sam must’ve finally found the bones. 

“Y/N, hey, come on.” Dean crawled over, cradling your head in his lap. “Open your eyes. Look at me. Sam got her. You’re ok. Y/N!” Dean wiped the blood from your face, but more kept running from your eyes, nose, and mouth. Some had begun to trickle from your ears. “Not like this.” Dean shook his head, a tear running down his cheek. “I’m not gonna lose you like this.” He picked you up, getting to his feet in one fluid motion, running out the door and to the Impala. 

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This is what happens when I run out of ideas. Things get angsty. The Adaptoid isn’t something looked at in the MCU, so all you need to know is that it adapts to every attack it encounters, making it a pretty formidable foe. Hopefully it was the right choice to include it. This was requested by @doctoooorwhoooo​. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: Pt 2 to curiosity killed the cat?

“Curiosity Killed the Cat” (Part 2)

Part 1

The Avengers were defeated.

Looking left and right, you could see the bodies of your teammates strewn haphazardly around you. Both Natasha and Clint were several feet away, sprawled next to each other, presumably trying to defend the other in their last moments. Bruce had been de-Hulked and also destroyed, looking feeble and small on your right. Thor was on his side and his limp hand – even in death – reached out for a hammer that no longer responded to him. Tony’s suit was stiff and horizontal, a red and gold jewel in the distance. There was still a chance that he was alive inside, and that was the only thing keeping you going.

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[SUMMARY: Dwight finds Ellie and brings her to the compound where she meets Negan. The two instantly have a strong sexual attraction to each other but it doesn’t settle well with Dwight who slept with her before she got to the compound.]

Smut/Violence

Negan and Ellie.

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someone requested an au where bellamy convinces Clarke to stay :)



“I think we deserve a drink.” States Bellamy as he walks over to a conflicted Clarke.

“Have one for me.” She replies staring longingly into the distance.

What? What does she mean?

“Hey, we’ll get through this.” He reassures her. Clearly she wasn’t getting the point.

“I’m not going in.” She declares as she looks directly into Camp Jaha.

Bellamy scans her face, not knowing what to look for.
She can’t leave.
“Look, if you need forgiveness, I’ll give that to you, there you’re forgiven. Please come inside.” He pleas. He’s never wanted anything so bad. All he wanted was for her to come inside so they can work the situation out together.
“Take care of them for me.”

She was being completely serious. Bellamy was running out of things to say. He had to convince Clarke to come home with him.

“Clarke-” Her name sounded like a prayer for her to listen to him. For her to open her eyes and realize that HE NEEDS HER.

He scans her face. Her furrowed brows that showed how much pain was inside her. Her cracked and parted lips that portrayed how exhausted she was. Her bright blue eyes that weren’t quite as bright as they were when they first landed on Earth.

“Where you gonna go?” He asks.

You can stay here with me.

“I don’t know.” She shrugs.

She pulls Bellamy in for an affectionate kiss on the cheek and pulls him tighter for a hug.

“May we meet again.” She whispers as she pulls away.

No. She can’t leave.

Bellamy grabs her arm and pulls her back to him.

They’re face to face. Breaths close, and eyes on each other.

“Clarke you can’t leave.”

“Bellamy, I have to. This is what’s best for everyone.”

“It’s what’s best for yourself,” He exclaims, “It’s not what’s best for me.” He whispers under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He regrets saying anything. “Clarke, you just can’t go okay?”

“Why not?”

This seemed like Deja vu to the both of them.

“I can’t lose you too.” he replies weakly.

BINGO.

“What are you saying Bell? You’ll be fine without me.”

“No Clarke. Losing you wouldn’t be fine with me. I could never live with myself knowing that everyday you struggle in those woods because I didn’t have the nerve to pull you back and ask you to stay. But now I am. So please stay.”

She didn’t say anything. Just kept looking at Bellamy like he was a whole other person.

“Clarke, I pulled that lever with you so that you wouldn’t have to go through this alone. You didn’t deserve to have such a heavy burden on you and I pulled it because we’re co-leaders. You’re my partner Clarke.”

“Bellamy, I-” Clarke begins but is interrupted.

“No one should go through this alone. I need you Clarke and you think leaving is the best thing right now, but it’s not. I promise we’ll get through this together, like we always do.”

He takes her hands in his.

“I promise.”

Clarke looks into his eyes filled with worry, pain, and concern.

“Okay.” She finally gives in.

“Okay?” He reiterates.

“Okay, yeah. I’ll stay. We did this together Bell, you’re right. I’d never forgive myself if I let you live through this alone. Our people are better when we’re together.”

She pulls him in for another hug. Bellamy breathes a sigh of relief. This hug was longer and more comforting than the last.

“Thank you,” He whispers in her ear.

They let go and start to walk back into Camp Jaha, arms brushing against each other.

“So, how about I buy you that drink now?” He smiles.

Exodus Series: Part 1. This is my first series, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as you do my other stories. There will be more than one part, and in between them I will still post other blurbs and stories. Please enjoy. (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

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      “Did you hear?”

      “What?”

      “Apparently, another guy got pushed by _____.”

      “Again? Why is she so rude?” You duck your head as you pass by everyone in the hallway, letting your hair hide your face. A few of the girls step back in disgust, but you ignore it.

      You were- according to your classmates- the prettiest girl in your school. You weren’t sure if it was a good thing either. Personally, you thought you had a decent face and body, but you had a hard time believing that you charmed so many boys.

      Yet almost everyday, it seems, one comes to you to confess. Just like yesterday.

      “Why did you want to see me?” You ask, placing your textbooks down on your desk. The guy smiles confidently, and you realize you have another boy who only likes your for your looks.

      “Don’t you know? I’m pretty sure lots of guys have come to see you.” He inches closer. “I like you, _____. Would you be my girlfriend?”

      “No.” You weren’t interested having a boyfriend, and you couldn’t afford it either, not with the secret you had. He seems unfazed, as if he were expecting that answer, and takes another step closer.

      “I can give you a good time, I have money too, you don’t have to worry about that. I’ll make sure no one bothers you either, I know how the girls can be a bit mean.” You frown at him, placing your hand on your desk.

      “I’m not interested in you. If that’s all you want, then I’ll be going.” You re reaching for your textbooks when he grabs your wrist and yanks you away from the door. You yelp and trip over a desk, falling on your butt. An intimidating smirk appears on his face as he saunters to you.

      “_____, you don’t have to leave so fast. Stay here with me, and I can change your mind.” Your breath quickens as fear takes over you, and you desperately scoot away as he nears.

      “No, stop it. Ryeo!” He reaches for you and you clench your eyes shut, swinging your arm in front of you. “Get away!!” A loud crash makes you open your eyes and you gasp when Ryeo groans. He was in the middle of pile of knocked over desks and chairs, and you stand up, checking to see for any injuries. When he looks okay- without any open cuts, that is- you grab your things and run out of the room.

      You glance at Ryeo as you pass him in the hall and he glares at you. You look away and walk into class, sliding into your seat. When you reach inside your desk to take out a pencil, you find crumpled up pieces of paper instead. You knew what they said, it was always the same thing.

      You look around the room and catch a hefty amount of boys staring at you, but the moment you meet their eyes, they look away and pretend they weren’t staring.

      Collecting your things, you scoot your chair out and dash out of the room. Students laugh as you run by, while others look at you with pity. You didn’t need their pity. You didn’t hate your life. Having friends or a love life just wasn’t as important to you as your family was.

     That’s what you told yourself anyways.

      When you stepped off school grounds, you finally allow yourself to calm down and you enter a relaxing pace. You decided to skip school today, as you did most days, and go to the small bookstore downtown.

      “Thanks, Wang Xun.” You slide your purchase of books into your school bag and smile at him. He gave you a sad smile back.

      “Why don’t you go to school for once? Stand up to those bullies?” He asks you. You frown. Wang Xun, the guy who owned the bookstore, was a nice guy. He wasn’t the brightest at times, but his positivity made up for it.

      “They don’t bully me. They feel less than me so they try to make me feel bad.” I say. He looks unconvinced.

      “That’s usually what bullies are, _____.” You roll your eyes and smile.

      “It doesn’t matter. I like coming here.” You finger the spine of a book on a nearby shelf. Most of the books here were old and worn, but that’s what you liked about them. “Plus, if I really wanted to, I could get all the boys in school to back me up.” He laughs at that and nods his head.

      “I bet if anyone could, it’d be you.” You say your goodbyes and you walk down the usually busy streets. You glance around, there was no one out here. Suddenly feeling nervous, you hug your bag closer to you and you step onto the empty street.

      Usually by now, you would have been lost in your thoughts, but you had this itching feeling in the back of your neck that warned you to stay alert. You quicken your step as you near a corner and prepare to make a mad dash, you know someone was following you, but you were too stricken by nerves to check.

      The last step you took was a large one, and you swing yourself around the corner of the building, hoping the momentum would give you a boost of energy; but as you do so, your crash into someone instead.

      Panicking, you try to back away and apologize, but the person holds you in place. You look up to meet dark eyes on a handsome face, and you freeze. Something about this guy seemed… familiar, even though you’ve never met. He must have thought the same thing, because he was examining you as much as you were him.

      Before you can come to your senses, a figure appears behind you. “Baekhyun, there you–” The person stops when you turn my head in alarm. ‘Baekhyun’ lets his arms drop to his side, and the absence of his touch made you feel somewhat lonely. Which made you more nervous than you already were.

     The guy behind you gave you a long look before glancing at his friend. “Suho needs to see us, all of us.” He says carefully, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was trying to hide.

      You were tempted to use your powers- which you learned to call a force field- but that would only make them question you. You would only use it if you needed it, you decided long ago. Nonetheless, you realized your situation and bow, apologizing to Baekhyun and running away as fast as you could without looking back. Those guys looked like they were into some bad business, and you were almost caught up in the middle of it, it seemed like.

      “I’m home!” You spent the rest of the school day at the park near your school- keeping an eye out to see if those guys from earlier had followed you- and when you heard the end of the day bell ring, you quickly made your way home.

      You mom waves at you from the kitchen as you head upstairs to your bedroom. You wave back. You close your door when you get to your bedroom and place your bag on your desk, taking out your new books and placing them on the shelves, then taking your textbooks out and setting them your desk.

      That night as you lay in bed, you think about that guy you had bumped into. Why had you thought he was familiar? He had no feature that you recognized, and he was the only guy you found handsome in your whole life, which left you baffled.

      It wasn’t just this Baekhyun guy though, it was also his friend. He had a mysterious aura and had no idea what he was thinking. You didn’t catch his name either.

      You came to the conclusion that you would probably never see those boys again and let sleep overthrow you. You thought, how likely was it that you’d run into someone as intriguing as the guys you met today?

      Apparently, more likely than you thought.

(Continued in Part 2… Exodus)

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