Aries: You’re cool peoples, man. I can usually count on you to have fun with me. But sometimes you shut down. I don’t think you ever really let me know what your true feelings are. I wish you would let loose a little more and have fun like we both know you can.
Taurus: You’re too reserved for me sometimes. You never really talk and you can be really selfish sometimes. It would be cool if you actually started up a conversation with me so that I won’t be so insecure and think that you don’t like me.
Gemini: You’re my bestie. I love hanging out with you and going to all the hottest parties. You know how to have a good time the same way I do. But you can be really flaky and you lie to me a lot, which makes me mad. I wish you would be more honest with me.
Cancer: I love you so much and I don’t even know why. You’re clingy and babyish and emotional, which I usually hate, but, for some reason, I can’t even be mad at you. I love how caring you are and how much attention you give me. You love just as hard as I do. I just wish you weren’t so depressed sometimes.
Leo: You’re the bread to my butter and the peanut butter to my jelly. We’re like yin and yang. You are just as fabulous and fun as me and we always have fun for days every time we hang out. The only thing that sucks is we know how to push each other’s buttons which makes us fight a lot. I wish we didn’t have to go through that so much.
Virgo: You get on my nerves so freaking much. At the end of the day I still love you, but we just can’t ever seem to get along. I hate how much you criticize me and tell me I’m not living my life right. I also don’t like to be around you all of the time because it can be kind of depressing.
Libra: I love you so much. You’re super fun to talk to and you always have the latest gossip. You’re really fun and nice and you always try to get along with everyone. The only thing I don’t like is that you can be kind of nosy and get into my business.
Scorpio: You’re cool, but you’re fucking crazy, too. You get a little to hyped on your exes and want to talk about revenge plans, which puts me off. You can find better. You can handle a lot of liquor and fun when you’re not moody, and I like seeing that part of you more.
Sagittarius: You’re the person I can always call when I need a little pick me up. You’re a clown, but in a good way, and you’re really down to earth. I enjoy cracking jokes with you and just chilling and smoking weed together.
Capricorn: You’re the one I call when I need advice and someone to listen to y problems. You always know how to examine both sides of the story and figure out every possible solution. When I come to you for advice, I know I’m leaving with the best answer. The one thing I don’t like is that you never call me…you get so wrapped up in your work that you never reach out unless I reach out first. It makes me feel less important.
Aquarius: You’re pretty out there, and I think that’s why we get along. You accept me for who I am and don’t judge me for anything. You’re always doing something crazy that makes me laugh. Sometimes, you get pulled into your own dimension and I have no idea what you’re thinking about. I don’t like to feel like our relationship is detached.
Pisces: You truly know how to make me feel special and loved. You’re always complimenting me on all of the things that make me insecure deep down inside. You like to talk with me one on one and hear about my problems without anything in return. Then you make me feel better. The only thing that throws me off is how sensitive and emotional you can be. I don’t like to have to bite my tongue in case I might hurt feelings.
I almost named this theory “Return of the Mother of all Theories” but I thought “The Mother Dearest Theory” would probably be more fitting considering what this is going to be about. If you haven’t caught on by now with the name, let me fill you in… This theory is going to outline why I think Mary Drake is possibly the new A.D.
I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW “But Rachel, what about Melissa/Twin/Any other possible character?” Simply because… There are too many things that point to Mary that I just can’t ignore anymore, and in true PLL fashion there is possibly Hitchcock involved.
From the very beginning when Mary was introduced, she rubbed me the wrong way, something about the way she talks and carries herself screams psychopath to me (and trust me… I’ve spent most of my life researching them.) What she says doesn’t necessarily coincide with what she does, and things have been gradually building up to the point I can’t ignore the signs anymore.
So, let’s start at the beginning so to speak… I’m going to talk about the twins from the Halloween story. We all know how it goes, one twin gets jealous of what the other twin had and then one twin stabs the other. Mary stabbed Jessica, Mary went to Radley, Mary met Pastor Ted and had Charlotte, Mary pretended to be Jessica, Mary got pregnant with Spencer by pretending to be Jessica with Peter (which is the huge secret Jessica and Peter had that they had a deal with), and Mary is batshit fucking crazy.
Also let me ask this question, did we all just up and fucking forget this happened?
How the hell did we forget that Mary dressed up as her dead sister to scare Alison (AND PUT HER IN THE HOSPITAL) and for that matter… How in the bloody hell did Mary know what Jessica was buried in if she wasn’t there burying herself. And for that matter, it would mean she ways the one who not only buried her- but she was there when Alison was buried as well. If you remember in season 5 when Alison came back to rosewood and Jessica’s body was found, Alison got a video of her mother being buried with a text attached saying “I buried her the same way I watched her bury you.”
To be fairly truthful whether Mary stabbed Jessica doesn’t matter, the facts are that Mary spent a lot of time in Radley where (like I’ve outlined multiple times in other theories and it actually comes into play later…) Mary assumes Jessica’s identity which confirms not only that she was the mother Bethany was talking about and the “is it like mother like daughter?” Was referring to Mary and Charlotte and not Jessica and Alison, which is confirmed by the flashback of Jessica screaming at Alison that Cece was at Radley calling herself Alison.
Now to my favorite part… The Hitchcock aspect. Does everyone remember that scene where Hanna was being tortured in the barn and she hallucinates that’s Spencer is there stroking her hair and singing a song? (The same song and scene that they recreated with Mary and Spencer in the 7x10)
Yeah that’s not a coincidence, look at Mary’s history… She assumes Jessica’s identity, she assumes Charlottes identity as A.D., she’s now assuming Spencer’s identity. Yes, my friends… PLL is pulling a reverse Psycho where Mother assumes the role of Norman instead of the other way around. Think about it, what’s the FIRST thing she does? Buy the lost woods, just as Norman Bates did with his mother and the bates motel. And just as Norman Bates assumed the identity of his mother, Mary seems to take the personality of her daughters on- becoming A.D. As Charlotte was A, and now becoming more caring, calm, and subdued like Spencer… Also people have been passing around this photo:
I’d like you to notice something, look at the make-up and body language of both the scene where Spencer’s with Hanna and this scene compared to Mary’s tea cup scene… That ISN’T Spencer in there… That’s Mary. Confirmed by the fact Andrea was wearing the EXACT dress she was wearing.
Also, since we know for sure Mary and Archer we’re working together (and that she was helping torture Alison) guess who the only other person was who knew about the barn? Yep. Mary. And what just happened last episode? Hanna getting locked in like she was back in the barn, considering Archer is dead… There’s really only one other person who knew. Mary.
Mary seems to have a pattern of assuming the identities of people she’s close with, so naturally that next step would be Spencer.
Mary showed up before Charlotte died and A.D. Was introduced just as Charlotte appeared once Mona lost the game as A after season 2.
Mary bought the Lost Woods where Hanna was kidnapped and tortured. And for that very matter how in the living fresh hell did she get that money in the first place?
Mary was known to be working with Archer and we know for a fact whoever A.D. Is not only worked with Archer but knows the girls killed him.
We know for a fact that Mary was involved with everything because she LITERALLY SAYS TORTURING ALISON IS WHAT CHARLOTTE WOULD HAVE WANTED. Just like some antagonist I know of who seems to be targeting the girls because they think they had something to do with Charlotte’s death.
We also know Jessica had some sore of heart condition and trouble getting to sleep (as per her prescriptions) that I don’t know… Would probably coincide with a devastating childhood trauma involving her twin sister?
Which would only make Mary hate Jessica even MORE causing her to assume Jessica’s identity. “But she was in Radley!” Doesn’t it seem odd to anyone how the twin story was put in chronological order to where oddly a Radley sanitarium car shows up at the house the exact DAY the twin story is told?
This would also mean Charlotte, Mary, and Bethany were all in Radley at the same time and if that doesn’t scream trouble incoming I don’t know what does. This also brings me to the obvious blatant lie that Mary and Charlotte didn’t know each other. She literally called herself Cece Drake. The same last name. And Mary says with quite confidence “You’re the only man my daughter truly ever loved”
Side-note, whoever is revealed as Jessica’s killer could’ve possibly made the mistake of thinking they were killing Mary instead of Jessica, in which case you’d think it would throw the theory off course- but it actually doesn’t. It could’ve been Charlotte and she lied about it, it could’ve been someone who thought Jessica was Mary by mistake, it could’ve been Mary herself. But the signs point to Mary as being her killer, or at least being there as Jessica was being buried per her clothes a la zombie Jessica in 6x20.
Now as per why… Simple answer, Mary wants everything that she feels was taken from her. She wants the life that she feels was taken from her. She wants revenge for the daughter she lost. She wants revenge on the families who had what she always wanted.
As for Charlotte’s killer (If she’s dead at all…) I will tell you that you’d do well to watch Mona. Or even possibly someone who appears to be Mona. They’re going to bring in Melissa and Wren to make it appear as though they have something to do with it, revealing things that we’ve wondered about them for a long time…
And Melissa’s luggage bag handle may have been missing but I would like to remind you… Who paid off the mechanic and drove the huge truck that nearly ran over Emily to get it back?
I hope the theory was well worth the wait, it was good to get back in the theory game again.
Especially before you actually start going out with him and he’s still trying to win you over
In training with the other X Men, in conversation, just? at any opportunity he’s trying to impress you
He dials it back a little when you’re actually dating but he still goes out of his way to show off for you
Usually it’s cute but sometimes it can get in the way if you’re trying to be productive
Even if it’s a little annoying sometimes, you can’t really be mad at him because he’s just? So sweet?
You both love a lot of the same music, even if your taste is a little more lowkey when it comes to metal etc,
He makes you playlists all the time
You’ve got so many that you can basically assign a playlist to a mood and listen to it when you’re feeling like it fits
He picks the title and the songs and usually includes a one line description as well
Some of your favourites are:
fearless-I’m reckless and you’re restless and we go together like two halves of the same coin (it’s fast and energetic and he made it for you after he had come home from a mission injured)
neon vibes-you feel like fireworks and driving too fast and I can’t get enough (it’s upbeat and exciting and twirly and he made it for you after your first real date)
darker nights-I’ll never really leave you alone no matter where I am (it’s slower and a little sad and he made it for you before you left for a longer mission because being apart from you makes him anxious and he uses music to calm himself down and convey how he feels) (you cried the first time you listened to it)
You encourage him to play piano and to rediscover some other things he loves doing for fun
He picks up piano again and he loves it and he loves you for bringing him back to it (you can pry classically trained pianist Warren from my cold dead hands k thx)
He starts photography as well and he’s actually pretty good
He takes an absurd amount of photos of you
There are so many candids of you as well as a few posed ones that he persuaded you to let him take
He thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world and you’re his absolute favourite thing to photograph
The two of you have a weekly movie night for just the two of you
You take it in turns to pick the movie and organize the snacks
It’s really just a solid block of time for the two of you to cuddle up together and not interact with anyone else
Sometimes Warren will lie with his head in your lap and you’ll read to him because he finds it soothing and he likes it when you stroke his hair and wings gently
Speaking of his wings
You help him maintain and groom them because they’re fu c kign huge and a total pain for him to manage on his own
He also loves how soft and delicate your touch is as you work your way through the feathers
It’s just? An act of intimacy that you both really enjoy
You spar together in training and he’s so proud when you kick his ass
You’re both pretty evenly matched on the whole but you have different strengths and weaknesses that mean there’s almost never a guarenteed winner
He’s stronger than you and but you’re more maneuverable than he is and you tend to move faster
You’ve also figured out how to account for his wings and if you get your timing and movements just right you can use the giant feathery appendages to hinder his own movement and hide you from view
The sparring is just? really fun and a good way to blow off steam together if one or both of you is feeling particularly restless
When he gets sleepy, Warren is so so cuddly and touchy feely
He’ll drape himself over you and lean heavily into you
He has a naturally low body temperature so he loves cuddling up to you to warm himself up, even if you complain about his cold toes
You feel so so safe and protected when he wraps you up in his arms and wings, even though you’re perfectly capable of protecting yourself
He craves the physical intimacy and affection because he had to do without it for so long
He’s not an amazing cook and doesn’t particularly enjoy it most of the time but he loves to keep you company in the kitchen especially when you’re baking because you’ll pass him things to taste as you work
He’ll brag about you to anyone who’ll listen
You’re his lockscreen and home screen and he’ll literally get heart eyes when he looks at his phone
He takes you on cute, cheesy, typical dates every so often because he loves taking the chance to spoil you
It’s technically against the rules but he sleeps in your room a lot of the time
Everyone knows about it but no one tries to stop him because they know he gets nightmares about his past sometimes
Also no one begrudges him the need to have someone to hold onto at night because when he came to the school he was just so starved of affection and human contact
“I just love a man who gives you head - and lets you keep it!” “It’s alive! It’s alive!” “We’re going to need a lot of bullets.” “I am the devil and I am here to do the devil’s work.” “Heeeere’s Johnny!” “My mummy always said there were no monsters– no real ones– but there are.” “That cold ain’t the weather. That’s death approaching.” “…and remember. The next scream you hear may be your own!” “They won’t stay dead.” “When there’s no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the earth.” “In space, nobody can hear you scream.” “I warned you not to go out tonight.”
“It started in May in a small town. And every month after that whenever the moon was full… it came back.”
“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”
“Suicide is like the ultimate ‘fuck you’.”
“Ding dong. You’re dead.”
“Humans are such easy prey.”
"The good news is your dates are here. The bad news is…they’re dead.”
“You have the right to remain silent. Forever.”
“He’s in town with a few days to kill.”
“Oh yes, there will be blood.” “You are who you eat.”
“Something has found us.” “What an excellent day for an exorcism.”
“Drink from me. And live forever.”
“Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep.”
“We all go a little mad sometimes.” “They’re here…” “I wanna play a game.” “I see dead people.”
“I think we’ll start with a reign of terror.”
“Do you have to open graves to find girls to fall in love with?”
“We all go a little mad sometimes… Haven’t you?”
“Did you really call the police?” “My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me!” “You’ve seen one too many movies!” “Movies don’t create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative!” “No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!” “Should I let the machine get it?” “Are you alone in the house?” “You bitch, where the fuck are you?” “Not so fast, we’re going to play a little game.” “Guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass!” “I think I’m dying here, man!” “I’m going to rip you up, bitch!” “What’s your favorite scary movie?” “I’m gettin’ another beer, you want one?” “I’ll be right back!” “Do you like scary movies?” “No, you listen to me you little bitch! You hang up on me again and I’ll gut you like a fish!” “Mmmm… corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pig’s blood in ‘Carrie.’ ” “Oh, my God. I thought you were dead.” “I never thought I’d be so happy to be a virgin.” “Who’s there?” “You tricked me.” “I wanna see breasts.” “We all go a little mad sometimes.” “The police are always off track with this shit! If they’d watch Prom Night, they’d save time! There’s a formula to it. A very simple formula!” “EVERYBODY’S A SUSPECT!” “If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath - would you be standing in the horror section?” “She was never attacked. I think she made it all up.” “The girl has some serious issues.” “What if she did it? What if she killed them?” “Maybe she’s a slut, just like her mother.” “Teen suicide is out this year and homicide is a much healthier, therapeutic expression.” “Where do you get this shit?” “But this is life. This isn’t a movie.” “It’s all a movie. It’s all one great big movie. Only you can pick your genre.” “If I’m right about this, I could save a man’s life.” “How do you - gut someone?” “It’s called tact, you fuck-rag.” “It’s the millennium. Motives are incidental.” “Well I don’t really believe in motives. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?” “See, it’s a lot more scarier when there’s no motive.” “You’re not a virgin. Now you got to die. Those are the rules.” “This game is like a scary movie. How do you think it’s going to end?” “What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Fairness would be to rip your insides out and hang you from a tree so we can expose you for the heartless, desensitized little shits that you are!” “I will totally protect you. Yo, I am so buff, I got you covered, girl.” “There’s always some stupid bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend.” “That is so sexist. The killer could easily be female. Basic Instinct.” “Why are you doing this?” “It’s all part of the game. It’s called, GUESS HOW I’M GONNA DIE?” “Who am I? The beer wench?” “Looks like we’ve got a serial killer on our hands!” “ ‘Serial Killer’ is not really accurate. Gotta knock off a couple more to get that title.” “If I may say so, you are much prettier in person.” “I didn’t kill anybody.” “You still haven’t told me your name.” “I want to know who I’m looking at.” “I thought she was dead.” “How does it feel to be almost brutally butchered? People want to know. They have a right to know! How does it feel?” “I am two seconds away from calling the police!” “They’ll never make it in time.” “Wait, I thought we were going to go out.” “Don’t hang up on me.” “I told you not to hang up on me.” “Why can’t I be a Meg Ryan movie? Or even a good porno.” “You’re not supposed to be here.” “Why don’t you wanna talk to me?” “Well, you’re not going to be alone any more, right? If you pee, I pee. Is that clear?” “It’s called subtlety. You should look it up.” “Just think - if they make a movie about you, who’s gonna play you?” “It’s so sad. Her mom and dad found her hanging from a tree limb, her insides on the outside.” “I always had a thing for ya, [NAME]!” “Cut Casper, that’s a wrap!” “What do I have to do to prove to you that I’m not a killer?” “Can you see me right now?” “You make me so sick. Your entire havoc-inducing, thieving, whoring generation disgusts me.” “Don’t freak yourself out, okay? We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
Warnings: nsfw, smut, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, chance of getting caught, tiny bit of angst (seriously, tiny, you have to squint)
Author’s Notes: This was written for @roxy-davenport ‘s SPN Birthday Challenge. I had a variety of prompts I had to include - Soulless!Sam x reader, an interrogation sexual fantasy, a reference to the movie Scream, and the quote “Everyone deserves a second chance.” The only thing I really had trouble with was the Scream reference. Let’s see if you guys can find it. //evil laugh//
“Apparently we need to set rules
for everyone,” Suho groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.
I sit on the chair that was moved from the corner to the center of the living
room so I could see everyone easier. Sehun is pouting on the far edge of the
couch, his hyungs glare at him. Suho is standing next to me, his hand resting
on the back of my chair, trying to be the adult one and handle the situation
properly. “Sehun, you can not just molest our little Joo like that.”
“I didn’t molest her!” Sehun snaps
back. “We walked in on Xiumin hyung basically dry humping her but I get in
trouble for smelling her.”
“You had her whole stomach showing
by the time we walked in there,” Baekhyun says.
“You guys are just over reacting,
it’s not like I did it against her will.”
“Is this true?” Suho looks down at
I just nod, but that is not a good
“Use your words little one,” Kitty
“I let him,” I mumble.
“See!” Sehun jumps up to his feet
“Still sit your ass down,” Kris
stands up and glowers down at the younger. “I’m with Suho on this actually.”
Lay nods, “If we don’t, anyone
could do anything to her and just get her to say it was okay.”
“But it’s impossible to set rules
for this situation because what are we going to say, no one can be alone with
her? We have to ask everyone else for permission? No touching her? Do you guys
really think that is going to work?” Kai suddenly appears to be the voice of
“I’m a big girl you guys,” I say
surprisingly strong, “If anyone tries something I don’t want to do, I can tell
them to stop.”
Suho smiles down softly at me, he
places his hand on my cheek, “Oh baby girl we know you are tough enough to say
that but we don’t know if they will stop.”
I frown, “I know you guys are
having this conversation to make me safe but this isn’t making me feel that way
at all.” I stand up, all of them tense at the motion, “Can you talk about this
without me? I just started to really like you guys and I don’t want to have to
look at you and wonder which of you is the one who can’t control himself enough
to listen when I say stop. Can I please just wait somewhere else?”
“We didn’t mean to scare you love,
it just that this is a conversation we need to have to make it clear to
everyone that we just want to protect you,” Suho places both his hands on my
shoulders to sit me back down but I don’t let him.
“Oppa please just let me wait
He sighs, “Fine you can wait in
I hesitate for a minute, not sure I
heard him right, ‘”My room? I have my own room?”
“God dammit Suho,” Kris groans as
he throws a pillow at Suho. The others copy Kris and begin whining and throwing
things at him.
“She was going to find out at some
point,” Suho tries to defend himself.
“But after she slept in all of our
rooms!” Kai pouts.
“So you guys weren’t going to tell
me?” I say in disbelief.
“At some point,” Lay answers,
feeling a little ashamed, “We just wanted to spend sometime with you one on one
I take a deep breath, feeling
annoyed and kind of embarrassed how I didn’t even question the idea of sleeping
with them. “It’s my fault for not asking for my own room.”
“So you aren’t mad?”
“No,” I say, “I’m happy I was able
to spend time with you guys but I really just want to go to my room now,
“I’ll take you,” Kitty offers
standing up. I don’t question it, I just
nod and allow the man to lead me out of the living room. We walk in silence
threw out the house, I just stare at the floor, my mind racing with all sorts
of thoughts. I don’t even notice when he stops at a door, prompting me to run
into is back.
“Sorry oppa,” I apologize quietly.
He turns around and stares down at me.
“I’m sorry we scared you,” He says
just as quiet, his hand reaches up and rests on my cheek. I can see him let out
a small sigh of relief when I don’t move away from him, happy that I’m not
afraid to have him touch me.
“I’m not scared, at least not
really, I’m just confused. Can we talk about this later?”
He reluctantly nods and takes his
hand away to open the white door with golden accents. As the door swings in, he
steps back and allows me to go in first. I step forward and peek curiously into
“Woah!” I can’t help but grin and
rush into the beautiful room. The walls are gray but it is anything but boring
with pink everywhere. There is a massive king sized bed with a thick white
comforter on it and small pale pink affgane at the foot. A crazy amount of
different sized and colored pillows fill the top 1/3 of the bed, almost hiding
the beautiful white carved headboard. There is another pill of much bigger
pillows in the corner of the room with a canopy hanging over it like a little
tent. Other little things are scattered through out the room, though it is
weirdly kind of childish with all the pink and stuffed animals., I absolutely
love it. “Oppa! This is so cool” I love it!” I turn back around to see Kitty
smiling at me like I never have before, it seemed happier. I bouncer over to
him and give him a big hug, very happy about my new room.
“I’m happy you like it, the others
will be over the moon that you love it too,” He kisses the top of my head,
“I should go thank them,” I think
“It’s okay, you can thank them
later,” He waves the idea away. “You should spend some time in your room, get
use to it, play with some stuff. We will come get you when we are done talking
“Good girl. There is a bathroom
threw that door and a walk in closet in the other, your luggage is in there. I’ll
be back in a little bit,” He kisses me on the lips this time, just a sweet soft
peck but I find myself blushing.
Again I nod as he leaves, closing
the door behind him. When he is gone I turn back to my room, grinning like an
idiot and run to my new bed, throwing myself on it. I’m not at all disappointed
by the softness of the bed. A large white bear catches my attention from behind
some of the pillows. I dig it out, finding out it’s about half my size and
amazingly soft and fluffy, the urge to snuggle with it is too much for me,
making me forget about changing. Instead I burrow under the warm covers and
curl myself around the bear, completely content with life at that moment. That
is until I start thinking about the group of boys arguing in the living room
about who can and cannot touch me. Thinking about it only makes me curl tighter
around my bear.
My irritation grows the more I
think about this whole situation, annoyed with Jihyo for making me go, annoyed
with my alarms for leading me out the back and for not going off around the
boys, making me question everything. I’m annoyed with the boys for having a
conversation like that in front of me. I’m annoyed with myself for just sitting
her and taking it, I could have not come back, ran away before the guys came
back for me. I annoyed that I’m not that upset for having to leave my family,
at them for not making me feel like I should want to go home but instead I’m
happy to be anywhere but there.
I talk myself in circles about how
I should be afraid but being afraid would make them angry but not being afraid
of them could make me ask stupid questions or get me in bad situations. I get a
headache, tired of thinking so much, so I decided to go to take a little nap.
A knock on my door wakes me up,
though I don’t move from my tightly curled ball. They knock once again before
just opening the door. I can’t really tell how many there are but from the
amount of foot steps and hushing I’m just guessing all of them. Their foot
steps cover the room for a minute, becoming faster and more frantic until
someone sits on the edge of the bed and pulls the blanket down to show my face.
I blink my eyes, not use to the sudden light, and look to my left to see Luhan
staring at me with wide deer like eyes.
“Hi lulu oppa,” I mumble threw my
sleepiness, thanking myself silently for not wearing makeup today as I rub my
eyes. “I’m sorry, I fell asleep.”
“Oh no, it’s okay little lamb,” He
says softly, brushing the hair out of my face.
“You’ve had a busy day, it’s good
to take naps,” Kris sits on my other side.
“Did you guys figure out the
rules?” I wonder as the other boys huddle around my massive bed, Baekhyun,
Chen, Kai, and Sehun manage to fit on the bottom on my bed while the others
stand around the edge. Kitty, being his normal self climbs on the bed and lies
down next to me, not that really mind.
“We did and we also figured out
some rules for you,” Suho answers as he sits in front of Baekhyun.
“For me?” I echo.
“Yes baby girl, you. Since you will
be staying here you will have to obey the rules we came up with for your own
I just nod.
“First, no roaming around the
house, you can go to your room or the kitchen alone but that is it. If you need
to go anywhere else we will walk with you. You are not allowed in our rooms
without permission. You are not allowed off this property without one of us or
on rare occasions with permission.”
Luhan continues the list, “You are
not allowed to open the door for anyone other than us or our dongseangs. No
friends over unless we are all home and they are only allowed in the living
room, kitchen, dining room, and your room. When it comes to your phone, you are
only allowed to answer it if it’s a family member.” I find myself raising my
hand to speak as I am in class. Luhan cracks a smile, “Do you have a question?”
“What about Jihyo?”
He frowns at that, “Is that really
Though I know I’m not in the place
to really fight back I only ask for one thing, “If I have to choose between
answering my family’s calls or Jihyo’s I want to pick her. So please.”
He groans and looks to the others
for help, Lay comes forward and rests a hand on my stretched out legs that are
still under the blanket. “You have us now kitten, we will be the best friends
you can imagine, plus you will see Jihyo at school, do you really need to talk
to her the small time we have with you?” He gives me his charming smile that
falters after a second when I don’t return it.
“Jihyo is my best friend. She has
been there for me threw most of my life, I am not dropping her for you guys. I
will follow all of your rules without question, I will live the rest of my life
in this house but I’m not going to ignore Jihyo when she calls or texts, just
because I can see her for three hours at school.” I deadpan.
“Little one don’t you think you are
being to protective over that girl,” Kitty sits up with me and rubs my back
soothingly, “She seems like she can handle herself and it didn’t seem to matter
to her that I’m with you. Do you really want a friend like that?”
I shrug his hand away, “Do you have
any other rules?” I look to Suho, completely strait faced. He stares at me,
taken back by the coldness in my voice, in fact they all are. When no one says
anything I lay back down ant burrow myself back into my pillows. “Please leave
me alone if you have nothing more to say.”
“You can’t just ignore us baby
girl,” Kai almost growls, his anger barely able to hide in his voice.
“Just because you don’t agree with
our rules, doesn’t mean you can throw a fit,” Baekhyun scolds, tapping on my
foot to get my attention.
“I’m not the type to argue,
especially when things are not in my favor but I’m not going to agree to that
rule.” I snap as I sit back up to glare at them. “She is the one person in my
life that you can not take away without a fight.”
“We aren’t going to take her away,”
Chen tries to reassure me, giving his pretty smile but I don’t trust it.
“You just want me to spend less
time with her, and I wouldn’t be upset if it was just me not being able to
answer her calls but according to your rules I can’t see her out of school at
all either. We can barely talk in school because of class so all we have is
lunch, an hour a day with someone I’m used to spending weeks upon weeks with.
So oppas please, please this is all I ask. Just let me call her and text her.”
I crawl our from under my covers to rest on my knees, begging.
“Sweetheart,” Kris snaps this time,
“drop it, your are making us hate this girl more and more.”
“She takes all of your attention at
school,” Sehun whines.
Chanyeol joins in on the
complaining, “She wouldn’t even let you look our way in the halls.”
“You are luck Suho hyung even gave
you classes with her,” Tao pipes in bitterly.
“It’s still early,” Kai says with a
cocky smirk, “He could still change it so you don’t see her at all.”
I’m boiling mad but I can’t let it
show, I’m not in a situation where I can let my emotions fuck this up any more
then they already have. Instead I take a deep breath, open my eyes just right,
doing my best to appear cute and innocent, and pout my full lips at the group
of guys. They are taken back when I look at all of them with such a cute
expression in such a serious fight, most of their frustration leaves their
face. “Daddies,” I coo in the cutest voice I could do, “Pretty please, let me
talk to Jihyo. I promise to be a very good girl!” My hands go to my cheeks,
though ageyo is not something I enjoy doing, I am damn good at it, not to
mention they seem to have positive reaction to me when I act childish.
“What was that baby?” Luhan
questions, afraid he heard me wrong.
“I said, Daddies pretty please can
I talk to Jihyo? I promise to be a super good girl!” I say louder, making sure
they all heard me and from the way they all flip just like Kyungsoo had done
earlier, I know that they have.
“Baby,” Kitty warns next to me,
placing a soft kiss on my shoulder, “This is not what I thought you would be
using that word for.”
“But daddy Xiumin I really want to
talk to her. I mean it won’t be very long when it happens and after, you guys
can have all my attention.”
His whole body tenses at the use of
his real name, his hands clench the sheets as he forces himself to move away
from me. I look to the others who have the same lustful look in their eyes,
even innocent little Sehun is staring at me like he wants to eat me up. Everyone
just stares at me, and I begin to nibble on my lip nervously, wondering if this
will work or if I got myself in an even worse situation.
“Baby, I already told not to do
that, you give your daddies bad thoughts and you sitting there in your school
uniform isn’t helping.” Kitty is off the bed, unable to stay that close to me
and not jump me.
“Maybe she should take it off,” I
surprised for these words to come out of Luhan’s mouth.
“Luhan,” Kitty growls from where is
crouched by the wall, trying to calm down without much luck.
“We were all thinking it, she just
looks so cute, I just want to eat her up,” Lay joins in on the very sexual
Before this spirals I lean forward
and grab Suho’s hands, doing what I’ve done before but this time it feels so
much more kinky, “Daddy Suho, can I please answer my phone when she calls?”
A low growl vibrate from his chest
as his eyes scan me, “Baby, why are you doing this to Daddy?”
Seeing that it might be working I
pull him closer, wrapping his arms around my waist before wrapping mine around
his neck, “Because I’m a very good girl who needs one thing from you.”
“And if I give it to you, what do I
get in return?”
“What do you want?”
A conflict goes on in his eyes as
he debates on whether or not he should say what he is thinking. His hands
tighten on my hips, “You come to school early with my for the rest of the week
and spend some private time in my office with me.”
“Okay Daddy,” I grin at my victory
but only for a moment before Suho pushes me down on the bed.
“Now that it’s done everyone get
out. We all need to go calm down, especially you Xiumin hyung,” Suho decides as
he tries to shake his daddy side off.
“I’m sorry,” I say with a pout,
“Are you mad?”
Suho sighs, “Yes and no baby girl.
I’m mad at you for getting us so riled up without a good outlet. And I’m mad at
myself for being so easy to wrap around your pretty little fingers. Just stay
in here for the rest of the night, someone will bring you dinner, so do your
homework call Jihyo and go to bed.” He says as he follows the rest of the boys
out, not so much as a kiss or a look from any of them.
The door slams shut and I’m left
alone in this room.
I don’t know what time it is. I
lost my phone in the living room during my thing with Kitty and with no windows
or permission to leave I’m stuck. Someone had brought me food a little bit ago
but I don’t know what time they eat dinner so my guess in probably after 19:00
or something but from how tired I am I feel like it must be later. I climb out of
bed and go into my closet, though I tired to explore it earlier I was too over
whelmed to even go fully in the over sized room. All four walls are covered in
stuff, one wall dedicated to shoes, stockings, and other accessories, never in
my life would I where half of them but they are pretty to look at.
I look threw a little bit more
before find a shelf with a different type of clothes hanging on it. Yes, on
other shelves there are cute girly dresses and slight risqué outfits but these
are definitely different. Much more lacy and more like something a little girl
would wear but in my size. Though they aren’t something I would normally wear I
find them adorable, I actually pick out one of the sets of pajamas and decide
to wear it to bed.
Time to shower, I take off my
school uniform and jump into the burning hot water. Though there is a beautiful
bath tub and even bubbles and other bath things there, I’m far to tired to do
something like that tonight. When I’m done I’m annoyed that I have to brush my
long curly hair, something I’ve hated doing since I was a child so I just
decide to forget about. In my new set of silk light pink pajamas I’m actually
excited to go to bed, hopefully, tomorrow will be better then today.
But that excitement doesn’t last
long after I fall asleep. I wake up, however long, later feeling anxious,
sitting up in bed I stare into the darkness. Around, the room is deafeningly
quiet making my ears ring and my heart start to race. This isn’t something I’m
use to, the silence, the pitch black, and the strange loneliness I feel in my
new big bed. I feel cold even under my covers. I try to get myself to fall back
asleep the longer I lay here the more unnerved by the silence I become. Soon I
can’t take it, my mind yells at me to get up and get out and I can’t deny it
anymore. Against my better judgment I race out of my room into the hall with
the wall of windows, that shows the beautiful night. But even with my sight
being returned to me I still feel that terrified feeling in the back of my mind
and I begin moving again down the hall. Trying to be quiet but fast and not
sure where I’m really going.
All I know right now is that I
don’t want to be alone in that bed, in that room, in my life. Never in my life
have I been able to run up to someone and ask them to hold me because I was
lonely or scared but once I see a familiar shadow down the hall I find myself
running toward him and he opens his arms to me.
“Daddy!” I cry as I wrap myself
around him, happy to finally see one of them after what happened earlier.
“Oh baby girl,” he coos as he
begins to rock me back and forth, “What is wrong my baby?”
“Daddy, I’m so scared, I don’t want
to be alone,” I cry as I tuck my face in his neck.
“Don’t worry baby, daddy has you,
you can come sleep with me, okay?” He whispers soothingly into my ear.
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Yousef walked Sana
home after they’ve been on their date. Yousef said it was a date; Sana didn’t
correct him. It has a bitter sweet ending to it though. Sana knows Yousef will
be gone for the next weeks and she won’t see him, at least not in person. At
the same time she also feels better than she did in a long while. Yousef and
Sana talked. Now both know about their feelings for each other. Neither of them
said it directly out loud but it’s clear to both of them nonetheless.
“I had a
really good time.”, Sana tells him when they arrive at the Bakkoush house.
They both don’t want the night to end so soon for them. But they know it’s
time. Sana should get home and Yousef still hadn’t packed.
That doesn’t change
the fact that they have been standing in front of each other, smiling and not
exactly knowing what the right thing to say is for longer than they probably
“Me too. I’m
glad you changed your mind.” Yousef says. He’s not sure if he should’ve
said that but he doesn’t care. He’s happier than he was for quite some time
Sana nods and
smiles at him, her dimples showing. “I’m sorry that I changed my mind in the
first place.”, Sana is not proud of it. She knows that she gave Yousef
mixed signals but there is no more of that. She is sure of what she wants now.
worries.”, Yousef answers and can’t take his eyes off of her. He won’t see
her for weeks now.
While Sana and
Yousef say their goodbyes, with heavy hearts, neither of them is aware of Mamma
Bakkoush who is looking at them from the window. The same window from which she
called Sana the last time, weeks ago, this view was presented to her. Her
daughter and Yousef facing each other, smiling from ear to ear and
cannot bring it over her heart to call for Sana to come inside, like she once
did. She sees her daughter smile broadly, which she hasn’t been doing much
lately. Yousef’s smile matches that of Sana and Mamma Bakkoush observes how
neither of the kids standing outside can look anywhere but the other person in
She decides to get
back inside, give them their privacy. Even though Sana told her that she likes
Yousef, Mamma Bakkoush trusts her daughter. She knows that Yousef is a good
guy, from what she has seen all these years of him being Elias’ friend. But, to
Sana’s mother, there is a difference between being a good guy and being the
right guy for her daughter.
Ten minutes later
Sana enters her home and closes the door lightly. She doesn’t have to sneak
around; she had told her mother that she was going out. She didn’t tell her
where to or who with, though.
her mother calls her from the kitchen. In dim lights, her mother sits at the
table with her phone in her hands. Sana walks over to her and kisses her mother
on the cheek and sits next to her.
“How was your
day?”, she asks her mother and still cannot stop smiling. Will she ever
get used to Yousef’s effect on her? Even when all they did was talking and
hugging as goodbye.
“Good. It was
exhausting with work but I’m doing alright. How was your day?” Mamma
Bakkoush doesn’t want to pressure her daughter to tell her everything. That
doesn’t mean that she is not concerned for her.
observes how Sana’s face lights up again but Sana presses her lips together to
control her smile. Sana seems to think for a second and then answers: “I
had a really good day, actually.”
Sana being so happy
immediately makes her mother smile too. What can a mother wish more for when
her child is as happy as Sana is right now?
about that.”, Sana’s mother says and takes Sana’s hand and squeezes it
lightly. Sana gets even happier than she already is because her mother is
smiling so much. They might disagree sometimes but her mother is the most
important person in Sana’s life.
special happen?” That is what Mamma Bakkoush decides to ask. Either Sana
can just shrug this question off or she can talk to her mother about what makes
her so happy. Tonight, Mamma Bakkoush wouldn’t question either answer.
Sana, who was
leaning back in her seat, sits up straight and covers her hand that her mother
holds with her other hand. She takes a deep breath and just straight out tells
her. Sana hates lying, especially to her mother.
“I was out
with Yousef.”, Sana confesses. After their talk the other day Sana is not
sure what her mother would think of it. But she can’t lie. And, Sana knows for
sure what she wants now and if she is going to pursue that, that person, then
her mother will find out anyway.
All Mamma Bakkoush
does is nod. With a small smile on her face. Sana thought her mother would give
a bigger reaction but she doesn’t. She doesn’t seem mad or upset either.
Sana can’t help but
keep on talking. It is like all her feelings need to be let out now. Sana had
such a good time, she feels so good. She has to share that with someone.
“And I know
what we talked about. And I really understand your point; it almost made me not
go out with Yousef. But mamma, I had to see if he is worth the difficulties we
might face sometime later. I had to see if my feelings for him were just a
stupid little crush. And going out with him today… we mostly just walked
around and talked. That doesn’t sound like much, I know, but it was one of the
best days I had in a while. You know, … he is soo… great. I just … like
him a lot.”, Sana starts to ramble on and doesn’t even know if what she
says makes any sense. The whole time a big smile doesn’t leave her lips. She
talks and stares out of the window while doing that.
notices that Sana can’t stop smiling. She loves to see her daughter this happy
and doesn’t want to ruin it for her. Though, she is still concerned. She knows
her daughter; she knows that when she loves, she loves deeply.
“Is it worth
it?”, she asks her daughter.
Sana finally looks
back at her mother and looks at her, a little confused. But then she realizes
that her mother is referring to what she said before.
Sana nods and bites
her lip but answers very sure of her answer: “Yes, it is. He is.”
Mamma Bakkoush nods
and brushes over Sana’s cheek lovingly. “I just don’t want you to get
Sana smiles and
leans into her mother’s touch. She nods, gets up to stand behind her mother’s
chair and wraps her arms around her. Sana just simply answers: “I
They stand still
like that for a few seconds before Sana stands up straight again. Her mother
turns to her and watches Sana beginning to take off her hijab while saying:
“I’m going to bed now. See you at Sahur.”
Sana proceeds to
walk to the kitchen door but stops when her mother says: “Sana, did you
break your fast while you were out?”
Sana turns around
with a little grin on her face. “Yes, Yousef brought soup for us to eat
Bakkoush furrows her eyebrows and asks: “I thought he didn’t fast. Didn’t
you say he’s not Muslim?”
Leaning on the door
frame Sana nods and folds her now taken off hijab and finally looks up at her
mother and explains: “He doesn’t. But he knew I did and thought of
bringing me something to eat.”
Apparently he understands what her daughter
Saying she has
never seen her daughter on her phone this much would be a big lie. Sana always
has her phone with her but this summer… it’s always in her hand.
Sana asks and looks up from her phone, “Can you make Zucre Coco when
you have time for it soon?”
Sana’s mother nods
but is confused by this request. Sana has not asked for that in so long, why
would she now?
“Yes, sure. We
can do that. But where does the sudden interest in it come from?” They
were sitting in the garden, soaking in as much sun as they could. Sana turns to
her mother and holds her phone up to her.
me this picture of Zucre Coco he’s eating and now I’m craving it,
too.”, Sana says kind of bashful. The past weeks Sana has shown her mother
quite a few pictures Yousef send Sana from his vacation with his family in
Turkey. He sends her pictures of everything that he thinks Sana would enjoy.
Mamma Bakkoush is happy that Sana feels comfortable enough to show that to her
mother. Because showing her the pictures doesn’t just mean they are keeping in
touch; it means they are keeping it touch and it’s so important to Sana that
she feels like sharing it.
“Isn’t he in
Turkey? Why is he eating Morrocan?”, Mamma Bakkoush asks her daughter.
Sana smiles but doesn’t say anything to that. She just smiles and shrugs,
acting like she doesn’t know. But she does. She did ask him the same question
minutes ago. Well, Yousef and his cousin saw a Moroccan restaurant and they, or
rather Yousef, decided to eat there.
’I need to know
what we could learn to cook together.’ , Yousef texted her and Sana had
tried to not smile too wide at his dorkiness with her mother right next to
It seems to Mamma
Bakkoush like Yousef is by
Sana’s side no matter what, even when he’s not even in the same
As per usual for a
Saturday Elias’ friends are at their home. Elias and Sana’s mother is in the
kitchen, preparing lunch for everyone when she hears the front door open and
close. All the boys are sitting in the living room; it has to be Sana who
arrived home. She went out to get breakfast with her friends this morning.
Sana joins her
mother in the kitchen and kisses her on the cheek as a Hello. After asking how
her mother is doing Sana goes to stand leaning on the table. Facing the living
room, the door open.
the girls come over tomorrow?”, Sana asks and looks at her mother for a few
short seconds until her eyes are drawn back to the guy sitting with his friends
in the living room, right in her field of vision. Yousef smiles at her and is
so concentrated on Sana that his friends need to call his name twice for him to
be able to tear his gaze away from Sana.
Sana’s mother, who
finished getting lunch ready, washes her hands and turns to her daughter.
“Of course! Is it going to be the five of you?” In this past summer
the girls have been coming over a lot and to Mamma Bakkoush it’s like having 5
daughters now, which she doesn’t mind in the slightest.
“Yes, we want to celebrate because we all passed our first exams this year.”
About five minutes
later the kitchen table is fully packed with food. Five hungry boys, Sana and
Mamma Bakkoush sit around the table and eat. On Sana’s left side Mutta is
sitting and barely breathing while stuffing his mouth and on her right side
Elias is sitting and is so preoccupied with his food that he doesn’t react to
anything around him. Sana is stuck between the two guys that eat like there is
Every once in a
while, or better said, every other minute Sana and Yousef’s gazes meet and
neither of them know how to hide their smiles. Everyone at the table knows that
there is something going on between them but that doesn’t mean they want to
attract attention to themselves because they can’t stop smiling while
“Are we still
going to play football after lunch?”, Mikael asks and all boys at the
table look at him and voice some kind of agreement like:“Mmmh..”,
Elias’ agreement through his full mouth of food.
“Sana, do you
want to join us?”, Adam asks her and all eyes turn to Sana.
unusual that Sana hangs out with Elias and his friends, who are also Sana’s
friends, by now. Sana agrees and Mamma Bakkoush is happy that her two younger
children get along this well.
Every single one of
the guys loves Mamma Bakkoush to pieces. Probably because on some days they see
her more than their own mothers because they spend all day at the Bakkoush
house. That has its perks for Sana, too. After Yousef and Mutta ask if they
should help clear the table, the other three tag along and there is less work
for Sana and they are done faster.
“Thank you for
the delicious food.”, Mikael and Yousef thank Elias’ mother.
let’s go play football”, Mutta says very excitedly.
watches as all of them start to leave the kitchen until Yousef looks down at
his phone and calls them back, or at least to stop. They all look at him,
almost time for dhuhr prayer. Let’s wait if Sana … or you guys want to pray
and we can leave then.”, he is talking casually to his friends. Like this
is something common for them. It’s obvious that Yousef didn’t think of Mutta,
Elias, Mikael or Adam when he interjected, he thought of Sana.
Yousef reminds Sana
of things important to her.
Mamma Bakkoush sees
the grateful smile on Sana’s lips, directed at Yousef. Instead of putting their
shoes on, the kids go to the living room. Mikael, Elias, Mutta and Adam sit
down on one couch and Yousef and Sana sit down in front of them on the ground,
watching as Elias and Adam discuss who the better football player is.
As Mamma Bakkoush
sees how Sana’s eyes always find Yousef and how Yousef’s eyes always find Sana,
she smiles to herself.
Maybe Yousef is a
good guy and the right guy for her