Toxic Heaven

Move Out

You put down your boxes in the trunk of your car. You're finally moving to New York, starting a new life with your dad. "Ya ready for the change, Y/N?" Your dad says, touching your shoulders.

"Yes. It'll be best for both of us." You say.

"Where are we even living?" You ask, turning around to look at your dad.

"We are living in a house that's worth 4.6 million dollars." He says.

"Wow, dad. I knew you have rich friends, but who's letting us stay with them?" You ask, eager to know.

"Well. He's famous. Which is good and bad. You cannot have friends over when he's there, you can't talk to paparazzi..." Your dad trails off.

"Dad! Who is it? Do I know who he is? Or is he some controversial old guy who's been accused of sexual assaults? Tell me dad, please. I'll be living with him so I deserve to know. I don't want to be surprised." You say to your dad, getting a little mad now.

"Patrick Wilson. We will be living Patrick Wilson." He says, smiling.

Oh my God, you think to yourself. You've been obsessed with him for months, dreaming about him, wondering what it would like to meet him.

"...Oh...wow okay....I'm perfectly fine with him...living with him." You said, holding back your excitement.

"Great! It'll be fun just us 3." He says, putting your last bag in the trunk of the car.

"What about his wife and kids?" You ask, hoping they aren't going to be around but asking anyway.

"His wife and kids are in California. He's shooting a movie in New York for a year, and he decided he wanted to have me move in with him. We've known each other forever, but we haven't seen each other in forever. It'll be like I'm rooming with him all over again, except we'll be in different rooms this time!" Your dad says.

He's clearly excited to live with his old college best friend, yet he has no idea how many times you have thought of Patrick in a sexual way.

You hope you can behave yourself.

He's married. With kids. Nothing can happen.

Right?

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You arrive to your new home. Pulling into the long driveway, then approaching a gate.

You press a red button attached to a stand near it, and call out.

"Hi Patrick, It's Y/N, (Y/D/N) daughter." You say.

"Ah...okay. Your dad isn't here yet he had some car trouble. The gates gonna open though!" He called out from the little box.

The gates opened slowly, and as your drive through, it closes quickly behind you.

You drive for another 2 minutes before reaching the house.

There's Patrick Wilson. Waving his hands over to where you have to park.

You park, and get out of your car.

"Hello, Y/N. I'm Patrick, it's nice to finally meet you." He says, bringing you in for a hug.

Of course you don't refuse, you've dreamt letting this man do unholy things to you.

"Okay. Let me help you with your bags!" He says, running over to your trunk, and grabs as many bags as he can.

He seems very eager, but nice. Which is great, since he's everything you've hoped he was.

He has a wife and kids. He has a wife and kids.

You keep reminding yourself as you follow him to your room.

"Okay. Your room is in the first room on the left down that hallway." He points out, leading you there.

You follow him into your grey colored room, as you see it is set up with white sheets, already filled with pillows. Fully equipped with a TV, snacks, and a mini fridge.

"It's like a hotel room!" You say, dropping all your bags.

"Yeah. Gotta make it comfy for my guests." He says, looking around proudly.

"You have a maid that comes too, I assume?" You ask.

"Nope. I do this all myself. That's the way I like it. It's only clean if I clean it. Kinda one of my issues but it's alright." He says, laughing.

"I get that. I'm like that sometimes." You say walking to him to grab your bags.

He stares into you eyes, as you get closer to him.

You stare at each other for a good 15 seconds, before he takes a deep breath.

"Okay then. I'll be in the living room waiting for your dad to arrive. If you need any help unpacking let me know." He says, rushing out of your room.

Holy shit.

Did you just have a little romantic moment?

No. No.

It's in your head.

He's married.

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It's finally 10 pm, and it's time to get ready to go to bed.

You find your bathroom inside of your room, and start to brush your teeth.

Your dad pops up behind you, and laughs.

"You ready to start at NYU on Monday?" He asks.

"Yeah! I can't wait to make friends and live this new life with you." You say, hugging your dad.

"I know the moving process was a little rocky and you'll have to adjust living with a celebrity. But you'll fit right in." He says, leaving your room.

"Goodnight, Y/N. See ya in the morning!" Your dad yells as he exits your room.

You lean into your sink to spit as you brush your teeth.

You stand back up, and see Patrick, right where your dad was a few seconds ago.

"Your dad wanted me to scare you. Since he scared you...we used to do it in college." He said, shaking it off, realizing it sounds weird.

"Anyways, I just wanted to see if you were adjusting well and like moved in already." He said, nervously.

You turned around, and looked him again. He walked up to you slowly.

"Uh...yeah I'm all moved in." You said, now able to put your hands on Patrick's chest.

"What?" He said, as he backed away.

"What are you doing?" You asked, worried he was going to kiss you.

Well, you weren't worried he was going to kiss you, you were hoping he was gonna bend you over and fuck you right there.

"There's a chip in the mirror I was trying to see. Your in the way." He said, as you move to the side, seeing the chip in the mirror.

He squints, feeling the mirror.

Oh my gosh. I have to stop thinking we're gonna have sex when he comes too close to me, you think to yourself.

He's married. He has children. It's wrong.

Right?