God Hal is so pretty! How did the walking disaster get such lovely look, my friend?

hal used up all his luck being born unfairly pretty, it's why he flops so disastrously every single minute of his life </3

the great adventures of y/n ranboo, tommy tubbo and jack - just come home

this is an extra part to the great adventures series

summary: part three to the happier imagine (the great adventures of y/n and ranboo) this is where the group reunites

content warning: angst to fluff, small mention of creepy fan,swearing

please read what’s written in bold

this is an “alternative ending” around 16-18 years into the future this doesn’t mean this is actually how the series is going to end im writing it now and including it as part of series as their friendship is already established i can confirm y/n and the group are going to have a happy ending when the series eventually comes to an end this also does not mean the series is anywhere near the end i plan on continuing the series as vlogs come out, i feel the need to confirm this now love between y/n and the others (especially ranboo) in this imagine is completely platonic

so turns out moving house didn’t stop the creepy fan from contacting you neither did blocking every account they made as they began contacting your mods, your business email, they even started spamming ranboos dms, mods and business email and now you had the stress of Tommy trying to contact you. at this point neither you nor ranboo knew what to do, you were both convinced it was a troll trying to scare you both with jokes but the joke wasn’t funny. it never was, to say the least, it was horrifying. you stood with ranboo who was now changing the locks just to keep you safe, it was clear the fan didn’t know your new address as rather than sending you your address (as though you had suddenly forgotten where you lived) like last time it was just random messages trying to psych you both out. your phone buzzed again making ranboo jump you dreaded looking at the notification but you did it anyway

Tommy: y/n I’m serious please can we talk..tubbo and jack aren’t the same without you. I miss you

“anything important y/n?”

“no nothing to worry about”

“you’ve not been acting like yourself since the last stream are you sure you’re okay you know It's not your fault don’t blame yourself for whatever’s upsetting you I’m here for you I love you”

“I know boo I know, i love you too”

later that night you had to quickly end your stream despite to fact you had only been streaming 30 minutes as ranboo was arguing with someone the only reason you knew it was serious was because he was shouting back at the person, you had never heard him so angry and you’ve been friends with him for at least 16 years.

“okay chat that’s gonna be the stream for today…I forgot I have something to do I’m not going to raid anyone on here however tech is live on youtube for the first time in ages so I do recommend you go and check out what he’s doing good morning or good night I’ll see you soon”

as soon as you ended the stream you made your way to the room ranboo was in that's when you overheard tubbo arguing with ranboo

“oh good for you ranboo you're getting everything you want I mean you and y/n moved on easily the two of you bought a new house you both look happy and don't get me started on your career's taking off”

“goodbye tubbo”

ranboo left the call and opened the door

“oh boo”

you instantly pulled him into a hug, it was an extremely stressful time for the pair of you and you understood how painful it is arguing with someone who was once your best friend. every night the memory of Tommy blaming you for things that were out of your control and jack telling you to get out of the car haunted you however nothing compared to the way tubbo looked at you when you finally got home that night. he looked at you as though he never cared about the friendship the pair of you shared. of course, you never told ranboo about it keeping you up at night but he wasn’t stupid he knows you were still hurting even if it had been years since the fallouts happened

“why..why are they trying to get in contact again I was starting to feel like myself again”

“I don’t know…come lie with me on the couch for a while we can talk about anything you want”

the pair of you laid on the couch talking about what was going on and reasons why it was happening. ranboo decided he’d forgive the others if they contact him again however you were not as forgiving as they hurt you and your friend. eventually, his crying came to an end and he fell asleep holding onto you. you were falling asleep yourself until your phone buzzed.

Tommy: look y/n why don’t we all meet again, just come home

y/n: I am home I moved into a lovely house with ranboo and I sold the ‘home’ you’re talking about, now please stop contacting me tom I don’t want in my life anymore not only did you hurt me but you also hurt ranboo

Tommy: fine talk to tubbo

y/n: don’t add him...

*tubbo has been added to the group*

tubbo: hi y/n

y/n: you have 5 minutes to explain why you made ranboo cry.

tubbo: I don’t know what you mean

y/n: do you think you’re funny because oh boy do I have news for you.

Tommy: please just meet us one last time you can even bring ranboo

y/n: I was bringing ranboo anyway

tubbo: can I bring jack

Tommy: yes, see you where we always used to meet

y/n: ight see you Saturday

tubbo: see you Saturday I love you

y/n: please don’t say you love me tubbo. if you did we wouldn’t be in this situation.

you spent the rest of the night messing with ranboos hair you ended up accidentally waking him up however he pretended to be asleep before you could notice he was no longer asleep as he didn’t want this moment to end. however, you did occasionally hear him laugh quietly to himself

“Are you awake or am I hearing things”

he decided there was no point in lying as you were already questioning if he was awake and he was struggling to hold back his laughter so responded by tapping your waist signalling to you he was awake

“great..bad news we have to meet Tommy jack and tubbo on Saturday”

you watched as he quickly opened his eyes looking at you as though you had told him the best news ever

“heh?! actually? are you actually being serious right now”

“Unfortunately I am”

noticing you were unhappy about it he pulled you closer to him and spent the rest of the night explaining why it won’t be as bad as you’re expecting it to be and how it might actually be a good thing after all. a couple of hours later you fell asleep feeling a lot more comfortable with what was happening on Saturday ranboo fell asleep not long after, proud of his achievement. the days flew by, it was finally Saturday and you had mixed feelings about it, on one hand, you were somewhat excited about meeting them but on the other hand, you weren’t sure you were ready for them to enter your life again.

“I'm ill sorry ranboo you’ll have to go on your own”

“wowww real mature making me go all on my own…I thought we were best friends”

“I know you’re joking but I’d feel bad making you go alone give me five minutes and then I’ll be ready to go”

“here”

ranboo decided to throw one of his hoodies at you so you had something to wear that made you feel safe as he understood how overwhelming it’ll be to meet them again, five minutes later you got into the passenger's seat next to ranboo

“not feeling like driving hey”

“I will purposely drive around in circles to avoid meeting them”

“heh…are you okay are you actually okay seeing them, I don’t mind letting you stay home”

“I'm fine boo honestly now let’s go”

once you made it and began walking to meet them ranboo grabbed your hand. the only reason he ended up letting go was to talk to the others since Tommy pulled you into a tight hug not wanting to let you go the moment he saw the pair of you

“y/n I’m so sorry”

“I'm sorry too..”

Tommy spent a good few minutes frantically apologising to you for what happened and how he didn’t mean any of it. he was halfway through his speech about how he’s learned from his mistakes when tubbo spoke up.

“Tommy doesn’t keep y/n to yourself”

“sorry tubso”

you looked at tubbo not knowing what to say, it was evident that the pair of you were still hurt, he reached into his pocket grabbing a rock he found on the beach the other day

“here I found it the other day it reminded me of you”

“thank you I love it”

ranboo stood behind you wrapping an arm around you as he noticed you were starting to get upset. tubbo couldn’t believe how much you and ranboo had changed over the past years and it hurt him how close the pair of you had grown and the promise rings you and ranboo were currently wearing left him questioning whether that could have been him if he didn’t leave you both when it was clear you both needed him. jack spoke up next.

“hey, y/n..”

“nice to see you’re still bald manifold”

“Nice to see you haven’t changed. I’m sorry for what happened it hurt to see you go I was kind of hoping that you'd stay”

“oh jack it’s okay you were just trying to lighten up the situation I'm sorry I was so harsh”

a few months later the five of you were slowly but surely mending your friendship you all knew it would be difficult and take a long time to get back to how it was in the past but it would all be worth it

around a year since you met up again the five of you were closer than ever you were all streaming together again, constantly filming vlogs as a group. safe to say the wait was worth it, however, you and ranboo always wearing the promise rings you got for each still hurt tubbo

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We’re Going to be Parents

Pairing: Pippa x Reader

Request: “can you do a phillipa x female reader where the reader has a big role on a movie (im thinking it part 2), and she faints and she gets a call from one of her co-stars telling her to get to the hospital. turns out they had been trying to get pregnant via sperm donor and it took- and they have a little babie on the way 🥺❤👉👈 and the hamilton cast gets so excited for them.” - @labellapeaky

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Detailed description of passing out/fainting.

“Hey Y/N, are you alright? We can take a break so that you can have a few minutes” I heard my director say. I had been cast in a new movie that coming out. However, today I hadn’t been feeling the best. I was feeling really dizzy and light-headed. I figured I was just dehydrated, so I’d been drinking tons of water, hoping that would fix it.

“No no no, I’m good. I promise” I reassured the director. “Alright, if you say so. Action” the director called out.

“Tanya, we have to do something about this, we can’t just sit around and do nothing” my costar, Rachelle, said, starting the scene. “I know we do, but is this really our only option? There has to be a better option, right?” I recited my line.

I felt very weak, I could feel my legs start to shake underneath me. Rachelle was saying her next line, but I couldn’t hear it. Everything started to sound mumbled. It felt like the room was spinning. I couldn’t hear what was happening, I just heard ringing.

Rachelle stepped toward me and grabbed my arms to hold me up. She asked me a question, but I couldn’t tell what she was saying. My eyelids started to feel heavier and heavier and then everything went black.

I heard a distant beeping sound. Over and over and over again. Slowly, I opened my eyes and tried to figure out where I was and what was beeping.

The room was very bright and it took my eyes a second to adjust. I saw white walls and a monitor next to me. Then, I recognized that I was in a hospital room. I looked over and saw Pippa sitting in a chair, next to me. Pippa was my long term girlfriend and the love of my life.

“Hey, you’re awake” she said, looking up from her book. She set the book down and grabbed my hand. “What’s going on?” I asked her confused. “You fainted at work. They’ve been running all sorts of tests to figure out what happened. I was so worried when Rachelle called me. All I heard was hospital and I panicked. I’m glad you’re okay though” she said, kissing the back of my hand.

There was a knock at the door and we both looked over and saw the doctor in the doorway. “Look who's awake” he said, walking into the room. “Doctor, do you what happened?” Pippa asked him.

“We ran brain imaging and a bunch of tests and we know that you don’t have a concussion or anything other serious issues” the doctor explained. “But why did Y/N pass out? She’s never fainted before” Pippa asked.

“Well we ran another test, just as a precaution really. But we found out that Y/N is pregnant. Fainting during the first trimester is really common, so it’s nothing to worry about. Just be careful and don’t over exert yourself” the doctor said, leaving the room and closing the door on his way out.

I was so stunned, I didn’t know how to react. I had never been more happy in my life. It didn’t feel real, but I seemed to have forgotten how to move or speak.

Pippa and I had been trying to get pregnant for a while, through a sperm donor. We hadn’t had any success yet, and we were starting to get discouraged. Apparently it had worked though. I was actually pregnant.

“You’re...you’re pregnant” Pippa said, seeming to be in as much shock as I was. “I can not believe this, we finally have a baby” I said, smiling.

Pippa stood up and planted a kiss on my lips. We both pulled away and leaned our foreheads against each other’s. “A baby, this is big” I whispered. “Really big, but I’m so excited. We’re finally gonna be mommas” Pippa said, with a huge grin on her face.

“Now you’re going to have to go to the store and buy me all of my weird pregnancy craving foods” I said, giggling. “Nothing would make me happier” she said, kissing my forehead.

I heard Pippa’s phone ding and she quickly glanced at it. She smiled to herself. “There’s some people here to see you” she said, smiling. She walked over to the window that looked into the hallway and opened the blinds.

I saw the entire Hamilton cast standing outside the window. Pippa and I had met being apart of the Hamilton cast and we were all a big family.

They all waved to me and blew me kisses. I just giggled to myself, I loved them all so much. I waved back at them.

“Tell those dorks to come in” I told Pippa, laughing. She walked over to the door, opened it, and invited them in.

“How’s our rockstar doing?” Renée asked, walking over to my side. “I’m doing pretty good, what are all you guys doing here? You didn’t have to come” I told them.

“As soon as Pippa said you were at the hospital, we all dropped everything and came as fast as we could” Daveed explained. “We had to make sure that you’re okay, champ” Lin said, smiling at me.

“So what are the doctors saying?” Jasmine asked. “Well we have some news” I said, mysteriously. “Y/N’s pregnant” Pippa announced.

They all looked very shocked and then all of their shocked expressions turned into faces of joy.

“Congratulations you two” Renée said, giving me a hug. “Wait, I can’t believe this. The sperm donation worked? I’m so happy for you guys” Jasmine said.

Then the doctor walked back in the room. “I’m going to have to ask that you only have three people in the room at a time” the doctor said.

“You guys can’t even go to a hospital without breaking the rules” I joked. “Well I should get going, but I’m really happy for you guys” Daveed said, giving me a hug. “Yeah, you guys can all go, Jasmine and I can stay in case you guys need anything” Anthony proposed.

“Thank you all for coming” I said, as everyone gave me a hug. Jasmine grabbed a chair and sat down next to the bed. “I’m going to go and try to find a vending machine, do you guys need anything?” Anthony asked.

“No, I’m good. What about you Y/N, you need anything?” Pippa asked me. “Do you think you could hunt down a nurse and get me an extra blanket? It’s freezing in here” I asked Anthony. “Your wish is my command” he said, as he left the room.

“So you guys are going to be parents” Jasmine said, smiling. “We’re going to be parents, that still doesn’t sound real” I said, smiling at Pippa.

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Right but what if in married to the enemy non of them recognize Neil and just think of him as Andrews husband which leads to increasingly comedic Dramatic Irony(TM) scenes like Neil would be stopping by to drop something and some perp is like “hey isn’t that nath-“ *cue Andrew ‘accidentally’ shoving him* like idk I know you’re done with that fic but I just read it and I can’t stop thinking about how funny that would be

bruh

stop bringing things back from the dead yall

(FINALLY some WRITING and not just asks - im so sorry ive been starving you all)

*

“Andrew!” Detective Jeremy Knox bounced on the balls of his feet. “I’m so thrilled to have you here. Kevin Day has spoken...” his smile nearly slipped. “Highly! Of you.”

“Here’s the file,” Andrew grunted, dropping the thick yellow slip onto the detective’s desk. “You need to get rid of them before they settle in. Once they’ve grown roots you’ll never get rid of them till they decide to move again.”

“I know,” Jeremy said, voice slightly hushed. “We’ll bring justice to your Baltimore victims. This won’t be swept under the rug.”

Andrew just stared at the file. He’d worked on that ring for three years now, but they’d upped and vanished. When they’d reappeared in Captain Rhenmann’ s New York precinct, Kevin had booted him up there to get a resolution.

It also, coincidently, was the exact week Neil was due up in New York to finalise his ‘retirement’. Andrew may or may not have arranged for him to be in New York for Neil’s support whilst he finally wriggled out of the Moriyama’s grasp.

Finally, after a decade and a half together, Neil would be free. Baltimore would no longer require a Butcher to instil terror. Neil had worked hard to free their city from Ichirou Moriyama’s grasp, buying both himself and his jurisdiction out of internment.

And once Neil was free, they could finally bring down the Moriyamas. Together.

Andrew wasn’t in a rush. Slow and steady always won the race: he would bring down the criminal empire that had trapped his husband for so long and marred his skin and mind with memories of terror and injustice. And he would enjoy it.

“Would you like to have lunch with us?” Knox gestured to the two women, standing close enough to eavesdrop but pretending they weren’t. They were married, Andrew guessed. It was pretty obvious. “We were just about to head out. There’s a hidden bodega near the the station with pastrami that’s to die for.”

Andrew checked his phone. No messages from Neil, as of yet. He’d text when he was on his way back to the hotel, and there was no use in Andrew hanging around and anxious awaiting his arrival. He’d convince himself that the Moriyamas had finally put a bullet through Neil’s forehead and go rampaging.

“Fine,” he grunted, shoving the phone back into his pocket.

Detective Sunshine just beamed.

*

“Day mentioned you were married,” Alvarez said, swallowing a mouthful of sub. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

Andrew arched his eyebrow, unimpressed. She rolled her eyes.

“You’ve got him as your home screen. It’s not hard to guess. You out at your precinct?” Andrew nodded. “Yeah, so are we.”

“If we didn’t have Captain Rhenmann, I’m sure it’d be a lot more stressful.” Laila added, rubbing her wife’s shoulder. “He speaks very highly of your captain, you know. I think they worked together with the old NYPD commissioner. Kayleigh Day.”

Yes, Kevin’s mother. The one who was murdered twenty years ago. A riveting case. Still unsolved. Neil was pretty sure it was his father who’d been assigned to her removal. Not that Andrew would ever discuss this aloud.

“I heard she was one hell of a woman,” Knox added. “If her son’s anything to go off, I can see why.”

“Stop gushing about Kevin,” Alvarez chided.

“Don’t worry,” Andrew grunted. “Kevin’s undoubtedly worse.”

The three of them laughed. They ate in companionable silence, Knox and Alvarez occasionally jostling each other or gossiping about names Andrew didn’t know. It was nearing 2 o’clock in the afternoon when the detective’s phone buzzed: he leaned over, checked who it was from and immediately scrambled to pick it up.

Knox squinted at the message and shot the three of them an apologetic look. “My bad. I’ve gotta make a call. I’ll meet y’all back at the station?”

He left without an answer, phone raised to his ear.

“He’s a parole officer for a very specific case,” Alvarez explained. Laila was frowning. “A difficult one, at that.”

“Seems a little more involved than a parole officer usually is,” Andrew noted.

“Yes, well,” Laila huffed. “Jeremy likes to care.”

Andrew got a text of his own. Coming back now.

He bid the women goodbye with a salute and bought a sandwich for Neil: he was unlikely to have already fed himself, too stressed and paranoid to bother thinking about food. He always came back from New York weak and underfed.

When Andrew arrived back to their hotel room, Neil was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. His shirt was untucked and tie loosened, but he hadn’t even bothered to take his shoes off or put away the briefcase of paperwork and knives.

Andrew put the food aside for later and sat by his husband, toeing off his shoes so he could cross his legs on the bed.

When Neil didn’t talk, he leaned over and turned on the television. A random afternoon sitcom filled the room with white noise, bringing Neil out of his glacial stare. Finally, his eyes flit over to Andrew, aware but still hollow.

Andrew reached out to undo Neil’s cuffs but waited for him to deposit his wrist in Andrew’s palm. He got to work, unbuttoning the sleeves, pulling off the tie and throwing the shoes over to the door. The dress shirt was wriggled off, leaving him in just a white undershirt, and draped across the chair to be steam-ironed in the morning. Neil wormed out of his slacks, too, letting Andrew fold them and put them away.

Andrew made him a cup of decaf instant coffee and brought out the sandwich. Neil looked at both of them balefully but sat up anyway, getting through the whole coffee and only half the sandwich.

Andrew waited, sitting behind him. When he was finished he laid back down, putting his head in Andrew’s lap.

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

Andrew just hummed, combing his fingers through Neil’s hair.

*

The end of the week came quickly. Andrew worked the case with Knox and eventually decided that the case would be in good hands. Every evening he’d come back to find Neil just as exhausted and spaced out and hold him together with soft hands and silent reassurance. Neil soldiered on.

Andrew didn’t know what he was negotiating, why it was taking so long or whether or not this would actually work. All he could hope for was that Neil would be a free man by the end of the week and that they could go home without worrying he’d be called back or killed.

Andrew got his answer on Friday evening. He bid the affectionately named ‘Dyke Detectives’ and their captain goodbye, knowing Knox had briefly left the building for an errand and assuming that they’d pass on his thanks.

He exited the front doors of the precinct and nearly stumbled into his husband, standing in jeans and a hoodie with a blinding grin. Andrew never forgot how gorgeous Neil was, but the ease of his posture and the genuine smile had something go soft inside his chest.

He ignored all the beat cops standing around the doors and pressed a kiss to Neil’s smile, which only had him smile more.

“It’s done,” Neil murmured, holding Andrew’s wrist. “I’m free. We’re free.’’

“Took you long enough.”

Neil shrugged. “Had to barter for Allison, too. I know Renee wants to make it official.”

“Only a decade later,” Andrew agreed. Of course Neil hadn’t been fighting tooth and nail for himself: he’d do anything for those he loved.

“Holy shit,” came an unfamiliar voice. They both turned around, spotting a willowing man standing next to Detective Knox. His pale complexion had turned translucent, all the blood draining out of his cheeks. Neil’s eyes flashed with recognition. “Nathaniel—?”

“It’s Neil,” Neil said, still smiling. “Hello, Jean. Good to see you were cleared. Did they find Riko’s actual killer?”

The man did not look any less uncomfortable. “They ruled it a suicide.”

“Ah, shame. Maybe some more evidence will come to light, later.” He offered his hand to Andrew. “Shall we?”

It would be a long drive to Baltimore but at the other end was home, two cats and freedom.

Andrew, older, wiser, calmer, happier, took Neil’s hand.

“We shall.”

*

The Redfinch Seltzer Fic

I wrote this one for @celestial-rose-sky because she was sad and asked for redfinch content, and honestly I think this turned out pretty cute so y’all can read it too. I’m kinda getting back into the writing mood recently, so maybe more wordstuffs? no promises, tho.

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Finch Cortez could not talk about his feelings. Not seriously, anyway. The others knew this, and so they never pushed it when he seemed upset or even when he seemed happy. On this particular day the boys crowded Jacobi’s tables and scared off his customers, loudly asking for water - or in the case of Albert DaSilva, a glass of seltzer.

“The price don’t change just because you really really want it to, kid.” Jacobi huffed. “Two cents, ya know this.”

“Ugh, whatever, just give me a water.” The redhead rolled his eyes and waved Jacobi away dramatically, turning back to talk to Racetrack, who was - as usual - chewing at a cigar. He never lit the things, partly because he couldn’t afford to and partly because he knew he’d hate the taste, but he kept one in his mouth because he thought it made him look tougher than he really was. Finch watched this interaction and frowned. Every time Albert asked for a glass of seltzer, and every time he couldn’t afford it. He couldn’t save his money to save his life - not that there was much to save with their pitiful salary. But still, he seemed to really want that seltzer. An idea formed in Finch’s mind as he watched Albert look forlornly down into his glass of plain water. If Albert couldn’t save for his own seltzer, maybe Finch could do it for him. It wouldn’t be that odd, would it, to do something nice for a friend? It wouldn’t raise suspicion from the others? Not that there was anything to be suspicious of, Finch assured himself. He just thought Albert was nice. And friendly. And funny. And pretty. And strong. And he looked like he’d be a good kisser.

“Alright, boys, clear out of here! We’ve both got work to do! Go on, get.” Jacobi shooed them out in his usual booming voice and the newsies left, leaving half-empty water glasses and rings on the table from when they had forgotten to use the coasters.

~

“Thanks.” Finch nodded at the man’s back as he strode off, counting up the coins he’d collected throughout the day. He was so close to almost there, half a days work more should do it. He slipped the money back into his pocket, adjusted his cap and continued to try and catch people’s attention, calling out headlines both made up and exaggerated. When he returned to the lodging house that night he was happier than usual, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the rest of the newsies.

“What’s up with ‘im?” Race nodded in his direction as he wandered past.

“Dunno. Good day, maybe?” Albert frowned down at his cards. Race may have been his best friend, but by god the boy was hell to play poker with.

“Eh, the headlines were worthless today.” Race shook his head, then grinned. “Read ‘em and weep, Al, because I gotcha with three kings.” Albert huffed and threw down his hand, a measly pair of fives at the forefront.

“Ya must’ve rigged it or something, I never win against ya.” He shook his head and stretched his arms overhead with a yawn. “Long day, I’m heading to bed.”

“Seeya.” Race watched him go, before turning back to his cards, shuffling the deck, and getting up to search for another person willing to play poker with no bets.

~

“Meetcha at Jacobi’s at the usual time, yeah?” A week had passed since Finch had initially had his great idea, and Jack’s word from the morning repeated in his head. “Meetcha at Jacobi’s at the usual time, yeah?” Normally he looked forward to the weekly stint at Jacobi’s, but today eh was nervous, and the coins in his pockets felt particularly hot and heavy as he made his way over to the restaurant. Half the Newsies were already in there, draped over tables and chairs with their hats off. Finch skirted past them up to the counter where poor Jacobi was already filling glasses with water.

“Yeah, it’s comin’, it’s comin’.” He grumbled without turning around.

“Actually is like a glass of seltzer this time around.” Finch forced himself to speak as formally as he could.

“Christsakes, Albert, I told ya—“ Jacobi paused when he realised he was talking to the wrong newsie. “Pardon?”

“A glass of seltzer, please.” Finch repeated, pulling the money out of his pocket. Jacobi regarded it somewhat suspiciously, and Finch tried his best to look innocent. There was a tense moment of silence before Jacobi sighed and took the coins.

“Hold on, I’ll fill ya up your glass.” He handed it over the counter and Finch couldn’t help but grin.

“Gee, thanks Mr Jacobi.”

“Eh, get outta here, kid.” Jacobi waves him away and he turned to find Albert. It didn’t take long, what with his signature red hair. He was perched on the edge of the table, fiddling with that stick he loved to carry around, gently smacking it against his knees. Finch took a few steps towards him and realised his hands were shaking. He panicked, not wanting to spill, and upped his speed a little bit, slowing down once he reached the table. Albert barely looked up until Finch gently placed the glass beside him. He glanced down at it, then back up at Finch. “Getting water delivered now, am I?” He joked. “Well ain’t I the hoy-poloy.”

“Oh, uh, it ain’t water.”

“Well, what is it then? I can’t afford nothin but water.”

“It’s uhh, it’s seltzer.” Finch stuttered before Albert could continue. “You ask for it all the time we’re, uh, every time we’re in here, and I watch you sometimes, I mean, I see you sometimes, and I noticed that you never have much money, I mean, not that any of us do, but you I’m particular can’t really save it, I noticed. But I also noticed how much you like, how much you wanted that seltzer, so I thought hey, hey maybe it’d be nice for ya if I got you some. That’s all—“ Albert looked on as Finch sputtered out his reasoning. “—and ya make a joke of it but I still think it maybe upsets you because it’d upset me if I wanted something real bad and never got it and I don’t like seeing you real upset—“

“Wow.” Albert cut Finch off with a chuckle. “Didn’t know anyone thought that much of it. Since ya saved up and went and bought it an’ all, wanna share?”

“Huh?” Finch could barely believe it. “Share?”

“Yeah? Easy, see, just take it whenever ya want a sip.” Albert shrugged, and he looked as though he was about to say something else when Race interrupted their moment with a shout. He slid into place beside Albert and the two of them chatted away, and Finch was perfectly content to watch the way Albert talked, and glanced over occasionally to make sure Finch - and the seltzer, no doubt - was still there.

Through the Ages || JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

Words: 1870

Warnings: Super toxic relationship, underage drinking, smoking, weed

Summary: The development of your relationship with JJ, from when your first met aged eight to adult life, MAJOR ANGST

A/N: okay i know i havent written anything in WEEKS but im watching obx and im obsessed... i really wasn’t expecting this to take such a dark turn?? contact me if you wanna request anything or make friends :)

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8 years

You’re eight and when you meet John in front of the school to walk home, he has a friend. You know your brother’s friends - most of them, at least - but this boy is new. He is tanned and blonde and tall for his age, and a girl in your class had told you about how he’s always getting into small playground scraps. You eye each other warily on the way home, your brother between you, oblivious to the hostility. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like him - how could you dislike someone you knew nothing about? - it was that John had promised to stop bringing his friends on the way home, because he would end up ignoring you, and now there was a friend walking with them. 

When the boy finally leaves, John looks at you as if he forgot you were there. You watch as the boy goes through the front door, catching a glimpse of a dark, cluttered house. You wonder where his parents are. 

John coaxes you into a race - who can get home first - and he wins. He always wins. A year older, stronger, faster. Your dad greets you, asking about your days, and laughing as you complain about how John ignored you on the way home.

The next week, the boy walks with you again. His name is JJ, and he’s funny. He gives you a twinkie as a peace offering, saying that he wants to walk with you and John from now on. You shrugged, and took the twinkie, telling him it was for the food, and only the food.

11 years

You’re eleven, in your first year of middle school, and you and John ride home from school everyday on your bikes. On the days when you’re not surfing or hanging out with friends, you cycle home with John, JJ and a new member of the gang, Pope. You and JJ, while still at a twinkie-incited truce, are growing more competitive and show-offish around each other. You race your bikes to his, and if you stop at the corner store on the way home, you see who can chug their cola faster. John fights with you when you get home because they’re “his friends, not yours!”

You have your own friends, and sometimes you cross with your brother’s friends in town, sass thrown between the groups like a tennis rally, the twinkie-truce fading into the past. You can’t stand the tall blonde surfer, but you can’t wait to argue with him on your way home from school.

14 years

You’re fourteen, and after a year long break from your brother’s friends, you’re, once again, at the same school. You’ve changed, filled out more over the last year, puberty having hit you like a tonne of bricks since you last hung out. The three pogues now have one female friend, Kiara, and you become fast friends. You can tell your brother has a thing for her, and you wonder if he’ll ever bring her home to meet your dad. 

JJ sees you differently now. You seem less like the eight year old he met six years ago, but you’re still very much yourself. He pulls your ponytail as you pass him in the hallways at school, and you flip him off in return. You sometimes go to the same parties, and your drinking races have switched from cola to beer. John hates you being at parties, claiming your too young to drink or party, as if he wasn’t the year before. John can see how JJ looks at you, and he hates it. He hates seeing how guys look at you now, how they flirt, hit on and catcall his baby sister. He also hates how in your efforts to compete with JJ, you get into fights and run your mouth. He hates how JJ shows off around you, and vice versa. 

Despite his frustrations with JJ, he’s also the only guy who’ll stand up for you when you or John can’t do it yourselves. He hopes you don’t grow up too quickly, and he knows that his friends will always have your back, so he’s not worried. 

15 years

You’re fifteen, and you go to a kegger for the first time. You get drunk quickly, flirting with too many guys and giggling at every little thing. You share a blunt with JJ, and the pair of you practically piss yourselves with laughter when John tries to reprimand you. The night is fun, and you can’t wait for the next one. 

The next one is much worse. You’re one or two drinks in when you see JJ flirting with a touron. In retrospect, that’s probably when you first noticed your feelings, but at the time you have no idea why you’re so angry about it. By the end of the night, you’ve had half a bottle of vodka and two spliffs, and you’re way far gone. You might even have blacked out - but all you remember is the pure rage, and how you spent ten minutes throwing up by the front porch when you got home. 

You saw JJ the next day, and you’re both hungover. He checks on you, and neither of you really understand why you’re so cold towards him, but he leaves pretty quickly.

You cry that night.

16 years

You’re sixteen, and your dad is missing. You lost all your friends when you fell into a depression after it. Nine months later, and you feel happy again. You’re the final member of pogue crew, and you spend the summer surfing and swimming and settle into the routine of summer. You surf first thing in the morning, as dawn breaks, often with JJ, competing over who’s a better surfer (he is). You spend your afternoons on the HMS Pogue, competing with JJ over who’s the better swimmer (you are). The group of you drink and smoke and live your best lives. On the days where you’re not on the boat, you work. 

You know you love JJ, and you flirt constantly. He kisses you at a kegger, barely twenty minutes before he pulls the gun on Topper. You have your first serious argument that night, and it ends with him kissing you.

You wear your heart on your sleeve, and assure him you love him. He doesn’t say it back, but he shows it. You learn about his Dad and his work and how he learnt to surf. You sneak around, and, miraculously, don’t get caught. 

16 ½ years

You’re sixteen and a half when John and Sarah go missing. Kie and Pope try to help, but you don’t pay them any attention. You and JJ struggle, with yourselves, each other, and your relationship. You’re on the rocks, you’re up against the wall. You don’t think you’ll last, and you fight constantly.

Your relationship is toxic, taking your own angers out on each other, fighting and screaming in each others faces only to make up for a honeymoon period that lasts a week, max, and the cycle repeats. You’re both miserable. 

17 years

You’re seventeen, and he breaks up with you. You were too alike - both too impulsive, angry, broken for it to ever work. You apply to out-of state colleges, hoping to escape the islands you used to love.

You wait for an acceptance letter, and watch as the people you call family try to rebuild their lives.

18 years

You’re eighteen, and you get the letter. UCLA, on the other side of the country. You say your goodbyes to Kie and Pope, and eventually, JJ.

He looks broken, when you tell him. He asks you what you’d do if John came back and you weren’t around, but you had resigned yourself to John’s death long ago. You fight one last time. You fuck one last time. You love one last time.

You wonder if you’ll ever return.

22 years

You’re twenty two, and you’ve got a degree. You fly home the day after graduation, and everything has changed.

Kie runs the Wreck now, and she gives you a free meal and you talk for hours when you first arrive. She invited you to her and Pope’s place. 

They have a nice place. Not on Figure Eight, but on that side of the island - Pope’s got a high earning job in marine biology research. They’re happy.

You smoke a blunt with Pope, for old time’s sake. He tells you to see JJ, and gives you a slip of paper with the address. You don’t know if you want to throw it into the ocean or treasure it forever. You do neither.

It takes you a week to psych yourself up to it, and then you knock on his door.

His house is small, but not tiny, not like his childhood home. He welcomes you in, a light in his eyes you hadn’t seen in years. He sits you down at the dinner table, and you take in the pictures on the mantel shelf, and the mementos stuck to the fridge. 

You see the ring on his finger.

You enter a state of stasis. You were sure he was it for you, but the circumstances were wrong and you were too immature. Right person, wrong time, or something along those lines. No, apparently not. He moved on, he built a life without you, a happier, healthier life.

His wife is lovely, everything you’re not. She’s patient and kind and soft-spoken, the opposite to him, bringing balance. She stabilises him, and gives him what he needs.

You think of how you would argue with him, the screaming, shouting, throwing plates and vases. Your love was so naive, but so passionate. Everything that happened while you were together, everything that went wrong, happened because your tempers and stubborn natures and impulsivity was destructive.

You fly back to California a week later. 

You sit on the plane and reminisce. The night you and JJ broke up, the house got wrecked. You had been standing inches apart, but screaming at the top of your lungs. You had lost your temper and overturned a table, smashing all the crockery left on it. He had thrown a vase at the wall, and you had fought until your voices broke and you were too tired and sore to keep throwing shit at walls and each other. You had sat next to each other, leaning on the wall by the front door, an uncharacteristic calm washing over you. 

You had looked at him, heart aching, and told him that you needed to split up. He had nodded, and eventually, the pair of you had drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a world where you could be together without all the hate in the way.

When you woke up in the morning, he was gone, but the mess had stayed. You had had to tiptoe over thousands of shards of broken crockery and glass to get to your room, a reminder of how you were destined to self-destruct. 

You watched out the window as the plane landed, and vowed never to return again. 

Outer Banks was no longer your home.

Can’t Swim - EP . 7

word count: 4.3k+

a/n: hehe, hate me all you want but i’ve been having so much fun with this series. i hope the same goes for you guys. i haven’t heard much from you guys feedback-wise so i hope it’s because the content im putting out is fun to read. enjoy!

warnings: swearing, a lil saucy at the end, pretty much it

EP . 1 , EP . 2 , EP . 3 , EP . 4 , EP . 5 , EP . 6 , EP . 7 , EP . 8

Was this doctor joking? How could there be good news next to this sort of bad news?

Tuesday Morning 

“Doc, what good news do you have?”

“… for 2 months.” The doctor finished her sentence.

You let out all the air you had held since the doctor had announced that Jinyoung wouldn’t be able to sing. You held your heart and felt a little lightheaded and crashed back onto the bed. She did you dirty.

“Miss, are you okay?” The doctor dropped Jinyoung’s records to aside and rushed to you. 

Your heart rate skyrocketed before the doctor mentioned that he won’t be able to sing momentarily rather than permanently.

“I’m fine. Maybe finish your sentence quicker. I thought it was permanent that he won’t be able to sing until you mentioned 2 months.”

“I apologise Miss. Here’s a glass of water.” The doctor gave you a glass of water and you turned your attention back on to Jinyoung. He had also left a sigh of relief.

“D-doc. Until then what will happen?”

“Routine scans to check your recovery rate. Our recommendations now are to speak as less as possible, in a couple weeks time we’ll have you back on food and liquids.”

You smiled hearing that they’ll be a happy ending at the end of the dark corridor. You looked at Jinyoung with glee but remembered you had to change for work.

“I’ll celebrate in a second. I need to get changed!” You legged it to the bathroom to change and the doctor and Jinyoung let out a chuckle because of your obvious excitement towards the good news.

THIRD PERSON POV

“Your girlfriend is so supportive.” The doctor commented after Y/N had entered the bathroom.

“G-girlfriend?” Jinyoung sat upright in his bed.

“Oh, I apologise Mr Park. I just thought Miss was someone of that status. Sorry for assuming.”

“It’s fine, Doc. You’re c-close anyways. Soon-to-be girlfriend I-I hope.”

“Ahhh,” The doctor chuckled, “I hope she accepts.”

“Me t-too.”

Y/N’S POV

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Hair out from your twisted bun, lovely curls were achieved. You straightened your cropped cream blazer and fixed your lace top on the inside. You tightened you waist belt and then realised your heels were outside. Brushed your teeth with your belongings Mona brought in and then you were out.

“Me t-too.”

Jinyoung and the doctor looked at you as you were out.

“What?” They both looked at you without saying a word a bit too long.

“You l-look…”

Jinyoung started.

“… Like a mess. I know” You placed your feet in your black stilettos and looked back at the both of them and they were still staring.

“Now what?”

“Miss. You look really classy and elegant… if that’s your definition of a mess.”

“Good one, d-doc. You l-look great Y/N.”

“Hmph… Thank you for your compliments. I need to get to work as you can see I’m already running late. Doc, he’s all yours. Well, not all but you get what I mean. Jinyoung,“ You checked phone to see if Mark had replied to your morning message and he had, “Mark will be here in 10 minutes. I’ll be back in the afternoon. Anything you want that I can bring-“

“Pause. My b-brain doesn’t register that quick.”

“Mark will be here soon. I’ll be back in the afternoon. That’s all you need to know.” You said much slower.

“Great.”

“Ring me if anything happens. Same goes for you, doctor. Bye~” You rushed out the room smiling and went to the garage of the hospital. Like Mona had said, your car was parked near the exit and you were off to work.

JINYOUNG’S POV

“Great acting, doctor. She absolutely fell for it.”

“I must say Mr Park, your acting skills are much better than I expected. I almost believed your acting too.”

You both chuckled.You knew how much Y/N cared for you, so you took it to your advantage. The strangling and Max situation is all true. Although, those test results? Absolute bullshit. You were actually not that badly damaged. 2 months seemed like a reasonable time for you and Y/N to become close and then finally ask her out properly. You weren’t sure if you could last that long, but you were sure it wasn’t going to take any longer.

“I even thought I had really bad damage done to my throat.”

“Just some minor bruises Mr Park, I can assure you. Your eye will be fine in a one weeks time too. Ready to ask Miss out.”

“Thanks doc.”

“It’s my pleasure Mr Park. I’ll be off for my morning rounds. I’ll be back to check later.” With that the doctor left and you were left waiting for Mark.

Y/N’S POV

You were driving and decided to switch the radio on to catch up with the world. To your surprise, a story familiar to you was being voiced so you turned up the volume. The report was as follows...

“GOT7’s Jinyoung suffered from a vicious attack yesterday in Jinhae’s well-known leisure centre. The suspect allegedly strangled Park Jinyoung until he had passed out. Park Jinyoung has now been hospitalised. We are waiting for further notice from JYP Entertainment about Jinyoung’s current condition. The suspect is now being kept in custody as officers continue with their investigation. It’s been speculated that the attack was triggered by the news published yesterday about GOT7’s Jinyoung and his potential new girlfriend. We’ll be back with more news once we are informed.”

Max.. held in custody? The guy who helped you through such hard times has now ended up in the hands of authority for violence. It was only 2 weeks ago where he would have been the closest guy friend to you and now he’s one of the furthest. How pathetic.

You arrived at the company entrance only to see paparazzi yet again. You wasn’t going to adjust your lifestyle to them; You were going to hold your head high. They all realised the arrival of your car and started to surround it like moths to a light. You waited for your company’s security guards to come near your door and opened it for you whilst creating a safety bubble. It was about a 15 second walk up the stairs and then threw the doors. That’s it.

“Miss, whenever you’re ready.” One of the guards told you. You gave them all a nod and started to walk. The questions came streaming through.

“Was the female at the beach you?”

“What response do you have for all the dating rumours?”

“Is it true that you were handling both Mr Park and the suspect at the same time?”

Dating both at the same time? These people are outrageous. These allegations were much worse than you expected.

“We are halfway there Miss.”

“Are you with Mr Park for his money?”

Money?

“Some fans are blaming you for the situation, what are your thoughts?” (ahgases are not like this but this is for the soul purpose of the series x)

That was the end of the bombarding questions. You guys had made it to the building and the guards let you through to safety whilst they blocked off the paparazzi. You looked back and gave them a thumbs up whilst they put up with the paparazzi. You turned around to see Beck looking at your distress after the swarming of strangers.

“Good morning to you too Beck. Now can you stop with the staring?” You waved your hand in front of his face. He shook his self back to reality.

“Y/N. What is going on?” You realised his stern and agitated face. He was expecting an explanation as he should.

“Damn. Not even a morning greeting. Fine, I’ll explain in my room.”

You guys took the elevator to your office. Beck sat down and was waiting in urgency for your explanation.

“Where do you want me to start?” Which bit was he the most curious about?

“Why did you need to leave from the meeting?”

“Jinyoung, the actor from the news, he was strangled by Max at the leisure centre after the lesson had ended.”

Beck’s face dropped after hearing about what Max had done.

“I was hoping the radio was lying. I guess not.”

He was feeling a sense of disappoint in Max. Beck knew of Max, but you wouldn’t regard them as friends. Beck just assumed people you were friends with had some sort of value. Max was an anomaly, as he described it.

“I wish it wasn’t true too. I didn’t get to see him at the hospital. Apparently he only had some minor scratches and once sorted out he was taken by officers.” You gave a sigh, sick and tired of things not going well.

“Here’s some good news, to make you a little happier,” Your face lit up immediately as soon as you heard the words ‘good news’ come out of Beck’s mouth, “The dinner with Mr Chan went really well. He was a little gutted to not have you there, but I think I did a good job making up for it. He’s a really chill person considering his age and status in the world. He does want to have another dinner but with you this time so make sure to give him a ring when he’s back in the country.”

“I most definitely will. That’s so good to hear. At least something went well yesterday.” As soon as you finished your sentence, you were getting a FaceTime call from your mother.

“I’ll leave you to it. Once you’re done with your call can you come to my office?”

“Will do. This shouldn’t take long anyways; It’s mum.”

Beck left you to have your call and headed to his office across yours. You then accepted the FaceTime call.

“Hi mum! Isn’t it really late there for you to be calling me?” 

There was a large time difference between you and your hometown, so it was weird to be getting a call from her right now.

“Y/N darling, please tell me that the news isn’t true.” You gulped.

Your mum picked up on the silence which meant that it wasn’t a lie.

“Mum, it’s true. Although the news will be taken down soon.” You hoped anyways. You waited for her reaction.

“Since when did my daughter go kissing men in the middle of the night on a beach. Those photographs are atrocious Y/N. Did you forget you have a family back home who faces relatives every day?”

“Mum I’m highly aware but this isn’t a fling. I don’t go kissing guys on a daily basis. His agency is working on taking down the news as soon as possible. Could you be happy that I’ve found a guy that I can trust in? Forget about what others think. Isn’t this what you always wanted? For me to settle with someone that I-“

“Love? If you’re about to say the word love…”

“I think I am mum. He’s exactly what I’ve ever wanted. The only down factor is that I’ve only known him for 2 weeks but I’m not planning on progressing quickly. That kiss solidified so much, it’s not just a kiss for me. It meant so much and I’m 100% sure it meant a lot for him too.”

“Y/N!! You should have said this earlier. My girl has found herself a man. It looks like you’re at work. We’ll talk about this later. About you and my soon-to-be son-in-law, bye!” 

She abruptly ended the call and left you gobsmacked. Wasn’t she slewing you off a second ago and now she’s excited about her potential son-in-law? Sometimes even you couldn’t understand women.

“Welp… I guess time to go to Beck’s office.” You spoke out loud.

JINYOUNG’S POV – HOSPITAL

“Mark hyung… You fell for it as well.” You started laughing your ass off.

“Jinyoung, I swear to god. Once you’re out you better run from me and most likely Y/N. You and doc played us to get Y/N worried sick all for a surprise. Do you know how distraught she was? You’re mean man Park Jinyoung.”

“I know hyung. Please don’t remind me. When she came into the room and broke down I struggled to contained myself. I felt so bad. But I’m going to make it up to her. I also got some time off work.” You smiled and winked at Mark.

“You sneak. You’re lucky you actually mean a lot to me or I would have snitched.” You blew Mark a cheesy kiss just to annoy him a little more.

“Please, nothing cringey. Do you have anything planned?”

“In a months time I want to take her out and ask her the second big question. I’ve been thinking about going out and doing an activity. Do you have any suggestions?” Mark always liked doing activities and sports, so he was the best person to ask.

“I’m sure she would like any water sport. You on the other hand. We can’t risk a drowning so let’s stay away from water. Why don’t you guys go horse riding? Its nearly the end of cherry blossom season but the field just out of town is still full of them. It would be perfect.” This is exactly why you ask Mark for ideas.

“You never disappoint Mark hyung. I’ll give that a go but erm… where do we get the horses?” Mark gave you a grin knowing he had the solution to your problem.

“I have a friend who works on a farm. I’m sure if I beg a little she’ll be up for lending two horses.” You clapped due to Mark’s surprises.

“You’re amazing Mark hyung. Don’t know what I would do without you. I’ll let you know when I’ll need them so you can sort it out. Until then, I want to get to know Y/N more. It has just been the handful of occasions we’ve seen each other so this month I want to know everything about her.”

“She’s not a subject Jinyoung. You won’t be having an end of topic test on her in a months time, chill out.” You both chuckled at Mark’s comment on a typical Jinyoung move.

“I know, I know. You understand what I mean though. There’s so much I want to know about her.”

“Alright love boy. Focus on getting better asap so you can fulfil what you’re planning on.”

“Will do.”

With you revealing to Mark about the real truth behind your recovery, you guys talked about what you had missed at the company plus what happened at the centre. All the legal actions being taken place now with Max and the news about you and Y/N. Your whole day was spent with Mark who had gotten the day off. He also went to get Milo to help with the recovery. Soon later the clock was showing afternoon hours and you were hoping Y/N would walk through the door any second.

TUESDAY AFTERNOON

“She’ll come soon Jinyoung. Now can you give me and Milo the same attention you’ve been giving the door for the past 10 minutes.” You moved your gaze from the door to Mark and registered what he said.

“Sorry, hyung. I just want to see her. Ask her how her day went, what she did today and so on.” Mark was grinning at Jinyoung’s in love state. It was nice for him, seeing his younger member finding someone who he thought completed him.

“She’ll be here soon don’t worry- “ And right at that moment the door opened to reveal Y/N with paperwork and what you guessed was food in a bag.

“Hi Mark. Who’s this?” She gestured at Milo.

“This is Milo. Milo, this is Y/N.” Y/N knelt down and gave Milo loving kisses and a rub on the tummy. Your heart won’t be able to contain any longer the overload of cuteness the two excreted.

“Another male from the club. Have you looked after Jinyoung for me whilst I was gone?” She cooed at Milo as if the puppy could give her a reply. You were sure your heart was about to leap out of place.

“W-what’s in the b-bag?” Mark whipped his head round towards you since you were back to acting badly injured duties. He couldn’t help but let out a helpless smile.

“I figured Mark wouldn’t have had a proper meal yet, so I brought a late lunch/early dinner over. You on the other hand. Bon appetite to your syringe meal.” Mark laughed at Y/N’s comment and you gave her an annoyed gaze hoping she’d get the idea.

“Mean.”

You weren’t going to sulk now. Not when Mark was here.

“Thanks Y/N. I’ll eat here and part to meet with the rest. Won’t you be eating?”

“I haven’t had much the appetite lately but don’t mind me, enjoy the food.” Mark gave you a gaze knowing Y/N’s loss of appetite was mostly likely related to you being in hospital. You felt bad but you were going to make it up to her.

“You bought steak! I love steak. Cough it up, who told you.” She smiled as if she knew he would be happy.

“I have my ways.” She brushed her shoulders.

“I need to learn your ways. Thanks for the food. Bon appetite Jinyoung!” He held up a piece of steak and cheers with the syringe tube that was feeding you.

“Y-you’re actually pathetic Mark hyung.” Y/N let out a laugh and Mark choked on his steak laughing at your comment. Milo had taken his place lying on Y/N’s feet slowly falling asleep. She realised the puppy’s position and gathered him onto her lap so he could fall asleep in a comfier place. You just looked at her in awe at her loving character.

“H-how was your day?” She focussed back on you and gave you a smile.“Busy as usual. Sending out documents to third party teams for the eco hotel. Held a company meeting. Got an invite for an architecture festival award thing that’ll be taking place in 2 weeks times, debating on whether or not I should go.”

“That sounds like really good news. Why wouldn’t you want to go?” Mark questioned.

Y/N let out a self-conscious chuckle and continued, “These awards end up always being a load of guys trying to either have a fling or get my number. It’s a bit disturbing if I’m honest. It has it’s good sides, my shareholder is able to make good connections but when I try to do the same the opposition is more interested in me rather than the work. I tend to just not go.”

“I’ll c-come.” Y/N and Mark looked at your sudden invite to the occasion.

“I’d like to remind you Jinyoung that you won’t be fully recovered until 2 months. This night will be in 2 weeks.”

“Y-Y/N, I’ll be better in 2 weeks. It’s not l-like I’ve b-broken my l-legs. I could still attend.”

“And why would you want to attend?” Mark was grinning at the situation since you were making it extremely obvious that you were jealous.

“Because…” She’s got you on the spot again. She’s good at this.

“Because?” She repeated waiting for you to continue.

She interrupted the silence, “It seems to me you’re jealous. Don’t you think Mark?” She directed to Mark hoping he would agree with her.Mark made only one comment which led her to smile widely.

“You’re making it obvious Park.” He ate another bite of his steak whilst grinning at his self. Mostly because he just sold you out in a second.

“Waaa, Mark hyung. Thanks f-for selling m-me out.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Let’s say this… If you are definitely well enough in 2 weeks time. Then sure, you can accompany me at the awards. If doc says it’s fine too.”

“T-This is going to b-be fun. An architecture a-awards festival. Will y-you be getting an a-award?” You were curious about how things worked in her field.

“I don’t want to sound vain, but I think our company will be receiving an award. Don’t know about the individual architect awards though. We’ll find out that night.” You couldn’t wait. To get to see other people’s achievements, especially someone’s who you care about so much.

“C-can’t wait.”

“I can’t stand the flirting. Me and Milo are leaving. I’ll continue with the steak later this afternoon. Thank you for the food again Y/N.” Mark waved you both goodbye and left the room whilst you guys laughed at his childish behaviour.

“He can b-be a k-kid sometimes.” Y/N nodded.

“How was today? Did you hold up well?”

You gave her a nod and an okay sign.

“Good, good. I brought over some of my work to do here. I hope that’s fine by you. I might zone out so beware.” She smiled as you waved her okay.

She gathered all the paperwork and her laptop. She took off her heals and slipped on the slippers the hospital had given her and headed into the bathroom to clean up. Soon or later, she came out of the bathroom with her hair held up in a bun with a pen and no makeup on. You were happy that she felt comfortable to show this side of herself to you.

“What will y-you be working on?” She propped back on the bed with her legs crossed and her laptop on her lap.

“I need to get back to some emails. Then send some blueprints to our construction team for the hotel. Send an apology email to the client for the hotel too. Start coming up with ideas for a fruit orchard-“

“Damn. You’re b-busy.” She nodded as her eyes were fixed on her laptop screen.

“Don’t you think y-you should take a b-break, having c-come from w-work.” She lifted her head from her screen and looked at you.

“This is the life of an architect Jinyoung. We are busy from day 1. I had my little break last week. Back to action.”

You gathered that it was going to be hard to get Y/N’s attention when she worked. You were thinking of ways you could get her off her laptop and a sneaky idea came up to mind.

“But I don’t f-feel too well.” She immediately retracted her eyes from her laptop to you and left her laptop to aside.

“Shall I call doc? Or a nurse?” She was close to hitting the notifying buzzer, but you got a hold of her wrist before she could. You stared into her eyes, wishing it would last forever. You also noticed the shift in colour of her cheeks.

“What can I do to help?” You pulled her closer to you, so she was now sitting on your bed with her face above yours.

“This.” You closed the gap between the two of you. You didn’t even know where you had gained this sort of confidence from, but you weren’t complaining.  Your lips moulded with hers moving at a slowly pace, enjoying every second of the kiss. Your hand reached behind her neck pulling her closer in order to deepen the kiss. It had been so long since you wanted to do this. You also thought it would be the best way to get her to stop working for a bit. She reciprocated with the same amount of passion and emotion. You could sense how much she also wanted this. You would wanna do more, but your current state and the location was exactly appropriate.You guys parted from each other, both breathless from the passionate kiss.

“You are an absolute dick, Park. How do you think I’ll manage to do my work, now that you have me all…” Her words drifted into a silence and she bit her lip restraining herself from continuing. If she continued on like this, you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself from going in for round 2.

“All what Miss?” You gave her a pair of innocent eyes knowing she was about to say hot and bothered but you wanted to push her to say it.

“You know what I mean?” She tried to loosen her hand out of your grip, but you weren’t going to let her go that easy.

“All what Y/N?” You gave her a stern look almost demanding her to say it. You liked this affect you had on her, let’s see what she was going to do about it.

“You’re a bit overly confident for a man handicapped to a hospital bed, don’t you think?” She fluttered her eyelashes at you and eyed your face. She built up her defences and wasn’t planning on giving in easily to your game either. Competition, ay?

“Imagine how I might be out of this hospital bed then.” Your eyes dropped to her lips for a millisecond only to look back up to make eye contact with her beautiful eyes again. She wasn’t going to continue was she? Surely, you’ve got her on the spot.

“A bit hard to imagine. Gonna have to wait for you to just show me.” She really is something else, you thought to yourself.

---

I’m not teasing this episode. It got a little saucy near the end, I hope you guys liked it! I have so many plans for future episodes, but they are further along after all of what is done. I love the cocky attitude’s both characters are displaying towards each other although I don’t know if I can get into naughty writings, so I apologise. I feel like Mark is a really good big brother figure, so we’ll see a lot of him too. Also, Jinyoung is lying to Y/N but she has no clue. I probably gave some people heart attacks making you guys think Jinyoung won’t be able to sing again EVER. 

I’ll be back soon with another episode! 

writer-nim x

my review on pjo movies

first up with have The Lighting Thief obviously

 Poseidon’s entrance lowkey kinda fire but high key weird

‘it’s been many years’ didn’t y’all just have that winter solstice party together ???

‘if your son if the thief i will send him to the pits of tartarus’ ouch that hurt ngl

logan lerman 🥺

he would’ve been such a good percy if they did the movies when he was younger IDC IDC IDC

i stan black grover and just grover overall

i wish we got to see my bitch nancy

sally and percy sallY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY SALLY AND PERCY

gabe to me is just *hmm* perfect in this movie, he’s not as mean in the movies but he’s still an asshole ehehehe

i love Chiron actor i think it’s very accurate

also wtf chiron is bros with the big three lols 😹

y’all know jenna davis?- that’s who the girl who plays ms dodd’s looks like

so they just gonna ignore him and tak ab him while he’s RIGJT. THERE.

‘This is a pen. This is a pen.’

‘Are you guys crazy? This is a pen man!’

the scene with gabe makes me uncomfy bc percy says in the book gabe never hits percy in front of sally but ok 😗✌️

leaving percy was the *mOST* difficult thing poseidon *the GOD of water* has ever done wow percy is that cool

‘You’re half donkey?!”

i am da wittlest minotaur 😳✨🙈

such a subtle entrance to the camp love it

why y’all give percy the pen before he supposed to be a badass and rip the horn off wjth his hands but ig

wait so in this dumbass movie percy doesn’t even do anything to get the horn goodbye

i’m still very pissed that they took the scene of annabeth sayjng ‘you drool when you sleep’ but it’s fine i’m NOT fine

why is no one wearing camp shirts 🤬

they may be wrong but i didnt know it was ‘brUnner’ not ‘brUNner’

it’s kinda cute how when percy first sees annabeth he’s like ‘ooouuu who’s that name now 😌😏”

brown haired blue eyed looking ass BITCH

‘A real horses ass’ laughed a LITTLE

so the poseidon cabin is just *THAT* open poor percy no privacy

oh wait wth they already know his daddy poseidon 🤨

like everyone just knew ????

when did percy get new clothes the fuck

why did everyone laugh and shake their heads when chiron introduced percy what whores

omg luke 🥺

i know everyone knows this but it’s *SOOOOOOOOO* unrealistic annabeth and luke aren’t on the same team. like i’m pretty sure in the first book annabeth said they had a permanent allies type thing with the hermes cabin

‘that’s a sword! that’s a sword’ aw baby luke why’d you have to be evil 🙁🤚

where the FUCK did that bitch tryna be annabae come from

she realky said ‘i love trees🌲☺️❤️’

why does annabeth act like clarisse during capture the flag

also the fuCK WHERE MY BABY CLARISSE

why are there like actual 30 yr olds at camp

luke was so excited when he saw percy get up he said ‘omg no way✨’

so suddenly percy just knows sword play 😀

and deFEATS ANNABETH WE ALL KNOW HE CANT EVEN DO THAT NOW

y’all red heads a bunch of babies

i already know it’s coming

shit no

i hate it

i hate it so much

already ew’d out

‘i definitely have strong feelings for you, i just haven’t decided if they’re positive or negative yet.’

‘well you let me know when you figure it out’

‘you’ll be the first’

why they just drinking nectar for fun?? like bruh you tryna die or sum

after that i can’t watch anymore tonight

it’s been like 3 weeks but let’s not talk about that

i’m not even gonna comment on the campfire scene anymore my god

i like how in movies everyone is like “omg the underworld so scary percy you can’t go that’s so dangerous you will DIE”

and in the books they’re like “yeah it’s dangerous but whateva you 12 yr olds have fun down there bring me a souvenir!!”

why does luke have?? video?? games?? in?? his?? cabin??

WAIT LIKE A WHOLE ASS TECHNOLOGY SETUP WHAT

why is luke the only one in his cabin like where’s the stolls and chris 😳

you mean to tell me luke broke into hermes house just for like funzies and to steal shit?

sounds like travis and connor but ok✨

what the fuck even is the whole pearl plot

i don’t even wanna talk about the medusa scene

percy has an ipod 🤡

“i’ve only been in the outside world a few times” did you fucking practice driving those few times or WHAT

if percy could actually heal people with water wowie imagine how useful

why did percy bring swimming trunks on a quest

can this brown haired bitch shut up already

sally never took gabes last name excuse you 🤣

ofc it’s fucking fox news giving us that bullshit info on sally

they in nashville wee-doggie 🤠

‘hey it’s your mom’ obviously dumbass she has eyes

so they hid in the potty room for like 5 hours? huh

yeah let’s jus facetime lukey real quick 🥰

silly boy percy

“how flipping awesome was that”

does percy even know he can bend water in the first book

that’s gonna be an unexplainable statue for the workers tmrw

lotus hotel baby

the only reason this movie is watchable

vegas be lookin kinda fresh i wannna go

i wanna stay at the lotus hotel this place looks sick asf

lotus flower treats yummy yum

here comes gaga 😮

why they laugjing so much

wonder if nico likes gaga

imagine like 10 yr old nico just straight vibing there

grover pulling out the dance movies yessir 🤩

“no❤️ percy don’t eat the flower”

why didn’t percy just like grab the flowers and throw them

OOOO KESHA WE LOVE TO SEE IT

TIKTOK ON THE CLOCK BUT THE PARTY DONT STOP NOW WOAHWOAHWOAH

i’m bored ✨

ooo skeletons

charon my queen 👑🥳

“we drowned in a bathtub, all three of us” 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

i wish that was in the movie

i wish a lot of things were in the movie hit that is high

we’re in the same boat in the very same boat

how do you get seasick in an elevator- BOAT?

the way to the underworld is over the styx it’s a river

i know, you show off chicks

sexist much? go make a splash

i’ll splash you

it’s like watching titian’s clash, they’ll kill each other it they’ll kiss if we’re lucky they’ll end up in an abyss

um

anyways✨

hades do be looking kinda cool tho

that’s a cool ring you got there hades

omg mommy sally 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

how did percy not notice the lightening bolt in the damn shield befORE???

“it’s luke shield he betrayed us”

damn she switched sides real fast

this phoney bitch why does she want power and a war sis go plant shit

i refuse to believe hades is abusive sorry sis you ain’t fooling me

god where’s Juniper when you need her

so no fight between percy and aries 🤡

instead we have lukey pukey

omh he’s the lightening thief i did not see that coming ong 😳

^^ me on twitter after it’s revealed on the percy jackson tv show

can this luke character chile

percy pulled a harry styles and said “i’m falling” 😔

i’m thE SON OF POSEIDON I NEVER ASKED TO BE BUT IM THE SON OF POSEIDON

“yeah, i think i am the son of poseidon”

okay 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

omG i goT bUtTerFliEs

how does s-dog jusy know how to get to olympus did y’all get freaky up there or

that’s actually kinda how i imagine olympus looking so

i guess

good job

maybe

what is this ant man why they so small

“i have no connection to poseidon”

p-dog looked kinda hurted 😳

as if zeus would ever compliment percy

has athena ever told annabeth *or any of her kids* i’m proud of you

“i need to speak with him” “just this once”

yet we got poseidon showing up once in awhile just to say hi

7 months? 😀

percy was 7 months old?

now i don’t remember much but i don’t think it was that long luv ❤️

“always”

i thought i was watching percy jackson not harry potter tf is up

sally and percy have my whole heart

g-man got his horns

chiron 🥺✨

missed my main hoe 😍

why are there so many fucking campers

there’s like 500

let’s take a chill pill shall we

annabeth and percy look like siblings in this

 incest 😳

they bouta fiGHTshe better have won

k well that’s it thank the gods 😘

i’ll be back in like 4 months to review sea of monsters i need a break of bullshit

OH ITS NOT OVER

it’s gabe

he pulled a demi

stone cold

stone cold

everyone will be happier without him

Yandere! Jeon Jungkook Smut- Until I Can’t anymore.

REQUEST FROM PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE! 

31- You need to be taught a lesson.

40- I think you’re wonderful...those horrible people you’ve dated...they don’t deserve you

48- You deserve better...someone who cares about you

I am so sorry I didn’t get to this sooner, but I have like more than 10 other requests waiting to be finished, including ones I might have to start over...but you didn’t come here to hear me complain you can’t for smuuut

I also changed this request up a little! hope you don’t mind!

EDIT FROM FUTURE AUTHOR-CHAN-....I FORGOT AN ENTIRE ASS PROMPT FBGIEGBOIEWGEW IM SO SORRY

Also I’m really playing on the yandere thing soooo ya also trigger warning there will be slightly dark themes like almost getting abused and getting bullied please proceed with caution if those are tough subjects for you.

Leggo!!

...

For the past few weeks you had felt like someone was watching you, maybe it was paranoia or maybe you were onto something, you had no clue. it seemed as if lately you had to be more and more on guard but you didn’t know for sure. You felt an...uneasiness.

“Hey!” you were walking down the street when a familiar sounding voice caught your attention. You saw Jungkook jogging to catch up to you. “I was wondering when I’d see you again.”

“Hi Jungkook!” you cheer happily. “I haven’t talked to you in a bit. What’s new popstar?” you teased. 

“Oh stop.” he chuckled. “I’m more interested in you, lovely.” he winked, making you heat up a bit. “How are you today beautiful?”

“Better now that you’re here.” you said shyly. You may or may not have had a small crush on Jungkook. 

“Hm I’m glad.” he smirked. “Excuse me for seeming sudden but I’d love to take you somewhere.”

Your heart fell, you really couldn’t bring yourself to reject him, but you had a good reason for it.

“Jungkook...I-” you began. You stopped yourself when Jungkook tilted his head to the side like a puppy, his lips were on the verge of forming into a frown. “I’d love to.” you sighed, giving in. Guilt flooded your chest.

“Great!” Jungkook smiled. “I’ll cook for you, make you something real nice while we spend time together.” he grabbed both your hands. 

“Sounds fun.” you chuckled, slowly feeling that guilt fade. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Jungkook smiled, but he noticed your hesitation at first. He was afraid that he had come on to strong, then again...knowing you, there was more at hand. He knew that something was eating at you and if he knew you like he thought he did, it had something to do with a certain other man who had been causing you trouble, but that was just him thinking about it.

“I’ll pick you up tonight, babe.” Jungkook winked. “Until then, wear something super pretty for me. Won’t you?”

You felt your face heat up again and you looked down at your shoes. “I’ll try to.” 

“Perfect. Well I won’t keep you too long, you should get back to shopping. That jacket you were looking at just went on sale.” he smiled lightly, turning around.

The jacket you wanted went on sale?!! Awesome!.

“Wait a sec...Jungkook how did you know I wanted a-” you turned around to find him gone from your sight. “Weird...” you trailed off. “Might as well hurry up so I can get ready.”

...

“Hello there beautiful.” Jungkook was at your door, dressed nicely. “Perfect as always.” he chuckled. Okay it was the first time in awhile you had worn a skirt bu the didn’t need to stroke your ego that much.

“Oh hush.” you felt your face heat up. “I look a mess.”

Jungkook slipped his fingers under your chin and made you look up. “Never.”

“..O-okay.” you mumbled shyly.

“You ready to go?” Jungkook chuckled. “I plan on making the best food you’ve ever tasted so I hope you’re hungry.” He grabbed your hand.

“Yeah, hope you know I’m a real critic when it comes to good food.” you joked.

“Oh now I really have to step it up.” he replied, winking. You felt your face heat up again. Jungkook thought it was so cute, he admired your shyness. It was no wonder why he took such a deep interest in you. “Y/N...is something bothering you?”

“Hm? Oh no! I’m just..thinking.” you smiled. “Come on, let’s go.” you grabbed his hand.

Jungkook’s apartment was very clean and neat. His place was exactly as you pictured it. Not that you pictured it before...

“Have a seat! Make yourself at home.” he ventured into the kitchen.

“Actually...if you want I could help you cook. It’ll go by faster and we can talk and stuff.” you suggested. 

“Y-Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” Jungkook replied, his smile widening. Just hearing you say he wanted you two to cook together made him even happier. “You can put your jacket on the couch and join me in the kitchen.”

You two began on dinner. Both your and Jungkook’s heart were racing. It was almost like you were a couple! Jungkook watched you giggle at one of his 5-star jokes. He watched you cut some vegetables, almost like a pro. He wanted to cook with you more.

“Kookie?” your melodic voice caught his attention. ‘All done.” you said after you caught his attention again. You gave him a nickname! He wanted to hear it all the time from you. 

“Perfect.” he smiled. “We just have to do that and then everything is finished.” 

“Cool.” you turned towards him. “Hey..you got a little...” you tried to tell Jungkook something was on his face.

“Hm?” Jungkook looked confused.

“Here. Let me get it.” you reached out your hand to wipe his face. You could have sworn you saw him lean into your hand a little all you wiped his face. His face was so cute that you could just-

You stood on your toes and gave Jungkook a little peck, not even half a second of your lips against his. It however, felt like a million years to Jungkook. His heart was racing and his brain went haywire feeling your lips on his.

“Oh my gosh I’m sorry I was ju-” Jungkook gently grabbed each side of your face and kissed you himself. This time longer. You almost melted into him. You instantly pulled back when you realized you had began to entangle your fingers in his hair. 

“I’m sorry! What that too sudden?” Jungkook asked, afraid he had did something wrong. You instantly shook your head, a breathless smile on your face.

“No....it’s just I didn’t want you to burn the food.” you replied, making Jungkook turn around to flicker the stove off. You touched your lips a little...woah...just wow.

....

“So what did you think?” Jungkook asked you after you took your last bite.

“I take back what I said about you burning the food.” you chuckled. “Absolutely amazing.”

“It was better because you were in the kitchen with me...I’d say we make a pretty good team.” he winked. “Y/N...can I ask you something?”

“Sure!” you looked at him with bright eyes. 

“...What do you think of me?” he suddenly asked.

“You’re great!” you replied without hesitation. “Absolutely amazing.”

“Y/N...I want to know your feelings for me.” Jungkook sighed. “Because mine for you are very strong.”

“What?” you were lowkey confused.

“I love you Y/N...ever since we’ve met.” Jungkook finally confessed, feeling the biggest weight off his shoulders. “I don’t just love you Y/N...I’m in love with you-” he was cut off by your phone ringing. You looked down and groaned loudly.

“Oh come on...” you sighed. “Jungkook I’m sorry, I swear I’m listening to you.” you grabbed your phone. You had let it ring then found you got a voicemail. You looked at Jungkook with fear in your eyes. “I’ll listen to it later.”

“Who is it?” Jungkook asked. 

“Someone who I really didn’t want to think about today.” you shook your head. “It’s...very hard to explain.”

Jungkook nodded thoughtfully, even though he already knew (through extensive research) the name of the miserable punk you were about to say. Jungkook listened as you ranted about your shit stain of a boyfriend that you wanted to get rid of. Checking out other girls, talking shit about your friends, insulting your career choices.

“He even-” you stopped yourself.

“He even what?” Jungkook asked, raising an eyebrow. You shook your head. “Y/N”

“He began having his friends call me too...to tell me to forgive him and how I’d be lucky if he even took me back.”

“Y/N....is he bothering you.?” Jungkook asked seriously. “Tell me the truth.”

“...Yeah.” you finally said. “He won’t leave me alone even after I told him to jump off a cliff and die.” you looked down at your wrists. “I was so distraught that I almost didn’t show up tonight.”

“Y/N, You deserve better...someone who cares about you.” he made you look at him. “Someone who...”he scooted closer to you.

“Jungkook, you deserve better than someone who can’t even face their own problems.” you said honestly. You didn’t want Jungkook to think you were weak and couldn’t just punch Y/BF/N in the balls and walk off. 

“I think you’re wonderful...those horrible people you’ve dated, they don’t deserve you...” Jungkook couldn’t tame the rage building up in his chest. He had the urge to...hurt someone. Not you of course, you were the love of his life...but anyone else in close range that looked like a threat wasn’t safe.

 “ He still thinks that I want to be with him but I swear I don’t...I...like you too Jungkook.”B-but you probably wouldn’t -”

“Don’t finish that sentence my love.”Jungkook’s voice got deeper. Damn, it was weird when he talked like that...but somehow you liked it. “Would you like to be mine?” 

“Uh...me?’ your jaw sort of dropped.

“Uh yes, you’re the only person in this room Y/N.” you looked at him. You had no idea what you saw, but you swore that you saw his eyes flicker, shine, or something. “I’ll treat you so good, like you deserve.” he kissed your cheek. “What do you say?” Jungkook wouldn’t jump to the part where he told you he what he would do to anyone who dare tried to cross you or him as a couple.

Jungkook kissed your lips, caressing the sides of your face. His lips were soft, but...still rough? How would you explain it? You slowly felt yourself fell back. You caught yourself on your elbows but still easing back. Jungkook slowly crawled over you. Your resolve to run away in shock was weakening.

“Jungkook t-this is moving really fast” you shook at Jungkook trailed his mouth down your neck. “Not that I’m not okay with this because I am I promise but.... I’m lowkey kinda of inexperienced.”

Jungkook laughed, still trailing down your neck with his lips. “Then I’ll take the lead, but I’d prefer we not do this on the floor.” he chuckled. “Sooo..up you go!” 

“Wh-AAH!” before you knew it, you were in Jungkook’s arms and were being carried off somewhere into his apartment. Jungkook carried you to his bedroom, a smirk on his face and he threw you onto the bed. (Dude what is it with me and throwing people.) His bed was a plush surface, almost bouncy.

Jungkook crawled over your body, beginning to rid himself of his shirt. “May I?” he asked, playing with the hem of your shirt.

Shyly, you lifted your arms over your head and Jungkook wasted no time in yanking your shirt over your head. His lips found your collarbone. Jungkook fought the urge to leave marks and bruises all along your skin, but the urge won.

“Mmff-” Jungkook tangles his hand in your hair while his free arm wrapped around your waist. You had helped him ease off your skirt. Jungkook furiously unbuckled his belt, almost growling in a haste. He hiked his knee up between your legs, gently grazing you. 

‘J-jungkook.” your legs shook in anticipation. You were taken aback when Jungkook suddenly pushed aside your panties. Useless lace shitty bullshit. Jungkook smiled.

“Stay with me from now on. Don’t leave me, don’t go anywhere without me.” he urged, positioning himself at your entrance. “Are you...ready?”

You shyly nodded. Jungkook had his hands on either side of your head. 

“I’ll be gentle...I promise.”

.....

“Well today is a nice day do do something!” you commented. “What do you feel like doing today?”

“I don’t know. Would would you like to do today, beautiful?” he asked.

You were at your house with Jungkook. He had come over bright and early, but now you two were bored.

“Hm...what abo-”

You suddenly heard a weird banging on the door, followed by someone calling your name. 

“Y/N! You open this door!” 

“....A visitor I’m assuming?” Jungkook joked, but his facial expression showed that he was growing agitated and annoyed with whoever was knocking.

“Jungkook I don’t think you should get that door.” you warned. 

“Hm, why not. It’s rude not to let a guest in!”Jungkook sounded delighted, it was almost scary. Jungkook opened the front door and Y/BF/N stormed in, looking absolutely pissed.

“So this is how you treat your boyfriend? I have to hear from my friends that you’re getting chummy with some pretty boy!”

“Ex-boyfriend.” you corrected. “We talked about this.”

“Shut up!” Y/BF/N barked at you. “This is the punk you leave me for?!?” he motioned to Jungkook who looked very nonchalant.

“Looking at you, I would say it’s quite the upgrade.” Jungkook said smugly. “You must be Y/BF/N.” he said tiredly.”You have been an issue in Y/N’s life for a while now.”

“Fuck off pretty boy, Y/N, you’re coming with me.”

“I suggest you not do that.” Jungkook warned. “You just might regret it.”

“And but what are you gonna do about it. She’s my property and I can do or say whatever I fucking want to her. “ Y/BF/N towered over Jungkook. Surprisingly Jungkook looked far from frightened, in fact he looked almost like he found this funny. He suddenly yawned as if this conversation bore him.

Suddenly Jungkook burst into a fit of laughter. Correction, he did find this funny.

“Ahh I didn’t want to get my hands dirty.” he shook his head. “But you leave me no choice.” Jungkook suddenly turned towards you. 

“My love...turn around and close your eyes. It would be such a shame if...you witnessed.” he chuckled. Wait when did his voice start sounding like that? “Y/N? Beautiful, I would insist you listen to me it would be better if your pretty eyes weren’t exposed to such violence..” he raised an eyebrow at you. “Especially for what’s in store for this pest.”

When you didn’t move Y/BF/N laughed out loud.

“Just what the fuck do you plan on do- ARGGHHH” You were caught of guard when Jungkook grabbed Y/BF/N’s arm and in one swift move broke his arm. Jungkook punched Y/BF/N right in the nose, most likely breaking it. Jungkook grabbed his wrist and snapped it in the opposite direction.

“How dare you even think of trying to taint and harm living, breathing perfection.” he growled, pushing your now frightened ex to the ground. By this time you had followed Jungkook’s instructions and turned away from the scene, covering your eyes. You squinted your eyes shut, only hearing Jungkook’s punches land onto Y/BF/N.

“Y/N you’d better help me!” Y/BF/N barked. 

Jungkook stomped on Y/BF/N’s shoulder, most likely dislocating it. “She’s my princess now.” stomp “She isn’t going to worry about your abuse or your worthless ass anymore.” he spat. stomp. Stomp...another stomp “I fucking warned you, you piece of SHIT! People like you infuriate me.” 

You had never heard Jungkook so violent before, it scared you. You didn’t even realize your breath had begun to pick up.

“You have ten seconds to get up, and get out of my sight.” you heard him. “TEN...NINE...or so you want me to kill you next.”

kill, DID HE JUST SAY KILL!??!!

“Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly went soft. You heard his footsteps approach you. “Y/N it’s okay.” you felt his arms wrap around you. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore.” 

You turned around and opened your eyes, looking up at him. You didn’t dare look at Y/BF/N barely moving body. You only knew he was still conscious because of his pained groans. You looked up at Jungkook who didn’t have a scratch on him. You couldn’t help but bury your head into his chest. 

You cracked your eyes open to see Y/BF/N getting up. He had anger in his eyes but that quickly turned into him cowering like a little bitch when Jungkook turned back towards him, fury in his eyes.

“You know what Y/N?...You aren’t...w-worth it. H-have fun with your downgrade.” he suddenly began limping. “Don’t come crawling back to me when he turns out to be nothing but a-” he coughed. “But a hack.” he walked off. “

“Good luck with that.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “He had better hope that’s the last we see him.” he mumbled. You were still surprised by what you saw. Jungkook must have noticed this because his face slightly fell.

“Do you still want to be with me?” he asked. You looked up at Jungkook. “I promise you, I would never act like that towards you. I wouldn’t never hurt you. I’d go to great lengths to protect you no matter what. D-don’t look at me and be scared of me. P-please?” Jungkook whispered. You were confused, maybe a bit weirded out but you still weren’t afraid of Jungkook, even if you did just see him take out a guy who legit worked out every day.

“Y-yes.” you answered without another word. You looked up at him. “Y-yes I still want to be with you.”

Jungkook sighed with relief. He would protect you, keep you from anything that even posed a potential threat to you. He’d go through great lengths to keep bad things from happened, even if it meant he had to hide things from you to do it...even if it meant..

“Now that that’s over.”Jungkook sighed. “Why don’t we just stay in and order takeout.” 

(If I was allowed to, I’d make my Yandere requests a lot more sadistic...but until someone asks for that then...eh)

okay i never thought i’d say this a week ago but i do love the htgawm finale. it’s surpassed my expectations threw me off with a few flashforward and flashbacks much like the early seasons 

the coliver divorce talk made me really sad (and i typed up a whole essay about how while i think lgbt rep wise i wish we have a more positive, happier ending for an interracial gay couple than getting divorced, i do understand, when we look at in universe things, how connor would think that and he has a point about the trauma and murder and death being what’s keeping them together, and how that might always weigh down on them if they stay together, and sometimes people need to move on or perhaps take a break) the courtroom goodbye .... conrad’s and jack’s acting are soooo good, my heart was so tight and so emotional. their hug and tears and oliver refusing to take the ring and saying he won’t sign the divorce papers, wanting to wait for connor ....... and connor’s “thank you, now i know how to love” - at that moment i felt that felt like a “goodbye, thank you for this relationship, it’s been good” thank you and i was heartbroken but i sort of understand connor’s reasoning although i was also hoping they would maybe meet again, become friends again (at least) and maybe even get back together

and ........... i was so glad to see them standing together at the funeral scene years later. from their interaction i don’t think they just, only met at the funeral. i can’t be sure if they immediately got back together or that’s further down the future, or if they’d counted as breakup at all, but ... they’re together at the end. and considering that, i think the conflicts in between is actually pretty well done. i’d thought it was realistic and understandable and perhaps the most, emotional and emotive scenes of them for a while, and they DID get back together. if without those conflicts, if connor just let oliver lie on the stand - maybe that would’ve ended up eating both of them. and i don’t like him going to prison, but i can see why he wanted that, and how he thinks that he needed that to move past this, and how oliver had waited and showed connor he really loved him, and also take the time to reflect on things and understand connor’s reasonings and motives for doing so instead of just trying to force him and even threatening divorce. Like I understand why he’d tried so hard to save connor but he also wasn’t really listening to him. And I think he needed a bit more time to really think things through. And since they did get back together I think he did and they’re both more equipped at moving forward at that point ...... i do wish we’d gotten more and less rushed version but. well we have 43 minutes for the finale and im just glad they did stick through and got a happy ending. like it could’ve been done better and addressed how they work things through and the impact of connor going to jail (the only one, too), but. im really glad they stick through (or, gotten back together) and stayed together. they got a happy ending and maybe im sappy but that means something to me.

i’m also glad nate came through at the end and helped annalise - and tbh while the later seasons ruined his character a lot, i still remember how annalise did use him in the first few seasons and he’s understandably mad at that time. but i’m glad they resolved things and moved on and nate decided to do what’s right.

also tegan/annalise endgame ............. tegan declaring her love and even tho annalise didn’t give a yes at that time, they were shown to be dancing together sometime after the trial scene. so like. endgame . (Or if not. Then annalise x eve was and I can also accept that)

also eve showed up too .......... and also annalise mentioning eve being her first love ............... annalise saying she’s bisexual in this episode too .............. all very, very good.

i want to talk more but also it’s 4am so i think i’d better sleep. i’ll just end with saying i love when ending repeats the beginning scenes. (speaking of which, two manhattans parallels ..... love that. even if that was a sad scene). im a sucker for that - alfred riding that bike ...... ahhh. i know i should be mad about they baiting me with wes might be alive, but i’d sort of figured out it was probably the case and got mad already past few weeks. the reveal and plot twist is actually done quite neat imo

Soulmate AU one shot

[Prior warning; death, bad language]

People are marked with the dying words of their soulmates imprinted on their bodies. For men, its most commonly across their chests. Women typically have it either on their forearms, or, across their collar bone.

Katsuki Bakugou was always scared of meeting his soulmate. The words in a curly font he'd had on his chest for so long terrified him.

Quite frankly, Bakugou just didn't want to meet his soulmate.

Though, avoiding meeting your soulmate, is a lot harder than one would think.

Bakugou would meet his in the hero course at UA

It started out innocent; just a friendship in the Bakusquad. Though, after spending a lot of time together for study sessions, Bakugou could feel himself falling for the other male.

"Hey Bakubro!" The tall, lanky male walked into the room. Bakugou clicked his tounge and rolled his eyes. "Just get your ass in here, tape elbows." He growls. Sero nodded and closed the door behind him, walking in and setting his bag down. "Alright, you have your notes and shit?" Bakugou asks as the ravenette boy sat down. "Yep! I learned my lesson the last time I didn't bring them." Sero chuckles. "Good."

The two studied for a good two hours, as they usually did. Sero struggled a lot with his work, but he wanted to be better. Bakugou saw that, and helped him. Though he acted bitchy about it, he enjoyed the time. He was proud of his friend for wanting to get his grades up too.

Sero was going to leave, when Bakugou did it. "Sero, wait." He stood, as the male moved to leave. Sero turned around. "Yeah, Bakugou?" He asks, before Bakugou took a deep breath and walked over, roughly connecting their lips. Sero was taken aback at first, but, melted into it after a moment. Bakugou pulled away. "I, fuckin like you." He says hesitantly. Sero smiled before pulling Bakugou by the tie and kissing him. He pulled away after a moment. The blonde was blushing wildly. "I fuckin like you too." He responds with a smile.

From there, the relationship escalated. It started as them going on dates without telling anyone, and kissing behind closed doors.

However, closed doors were truly only useful when locked; and that's exactly how they were ratted out.

It was Bakugou's seventeenth birthday; Kaminari, Mina, and Kirishima busted into the room to surprise the ash blonde with a cake only to get a surprise themselves;

Sero, being pinned to wall Bakugou, their lips connected in a heated make out session. That's when their relationship became not so private.

Sero didn't mind it. That just meant him and Bakugou could do what they wanted without fear of getting caught and having their relationship exposed. Sero became more clingy pretty quickly. Since everyone knew, he could know just, cling to his boyfriend and no one cared. It wasn't weird.

Throughout all of their years at UA, they never separated. After graduating, they moved in together. High school sweethearts, looking to continue their lives together. They formed a hero group with Kaminari and Kirishima. The four would go out on missons together; and it was great.

Then, when it seemed things couldn't get any better, Bakugou proposed.

It was on one of those dates they got once in a blue moon. Every time they got to go on a date, Bakugou would make it amazing. This date was no exception. In fact, it was definitely more extravagant than their usual dates. It started with a nice dinner in candle light beside a park full of Sakura trees. After the dinner, Bakugou took Sero down a path, lined with Sakura trees. It lead to a small gazebo, over a lake. The gazebo was covered in lights, and decorated with Sakura blossoms.

Sero was so busy looking around, he didn't Bakugou getting on one knee and pulling out a ring box. "Hanta, you know you're the love of my life. You've made my entire life, the best it could be, so, will you give me the honor of giving you my last name?"

Sero couldn't contain his tears as he covered his mouth with his right hand, vigorously nodding and choking out a yes.

Of course the proposal was all over the news. It became a huge thing;

Pro heroes Ground Zero and Cellophane to marry

The headline was inescapable. The two didn't mind. Their relationship was known. It surely wouldn't be a huge surprise to the fans. In fact, the fans were more of sighing "finally!"

The wedding, was the best day of their lives. Hanta, getting to see Katsuki in his black suit, and Katsuki getting to see Hanta in his white suit.

Hanta was over the moon. He'd no longer be called "Hanta Sero", no. Now, he was Hanta Bakugou, and he couldn't be happier.

The two loosely discussed having children. They really did want to have kids; specifically, they wanted a little girl. Of course Katsuki would be over protective and Hanta would spoil their child to the ends of the earth, and they'd love them regardless of their gender.

However, all those ideas would be crushed two years after their marriage.

A group of villains attacked a parade in down-town Tokyo. Hanta, Katsuki, Eijirou, and Denki reported to scene. The villains were ones they'd never encountered before; they must've been new. They were young, but, terrifying. One had long black hair and was covered in stitches, he was controlling a hoard of stitched-up dead bodies. Another shot sharp blades from his skin. There were many others as well, but, their main focus was on those two. They were causing the most panic.

Katsuki blew up several of the attacking bodies, while Hanta worked to tape up the villain with the blades. It never worked; he'd just cut the tape off. Admittedly; Hanta was scared. This kid was probably only 16 or 17, and was putting up a fight. At one point, he shot a blade at Eijirou, but thanks to his quirk, he didn't so much as a scratch.

The boy focused on Hanta afterwards. He went at the tall hero. While he was distracted, the villain's partner somehow managed to use his quirk to stitch together Hanta's limbs just long enough for the one with blades to rush forward, and slice open his stomach. Hanta's eyes widened as the stitches binding his body together broke, and he stumbled back, hands moving down to cover the wound as he collapsed.

"HANTA!" Katsuki's eyes widened. He blew off the other villains and ran to his husband's side. The other heroes covered for them while Katsuki ran off, a bleeding Hanta in his arms. "You're going to live. You're going to live." He cried as he ran to a building not to far away; taking shelter.

"Katsuki." Hanta choked out as he was laid on a cold, concrete floor. "You're not dying on me. You can't die on me, Hanta." Katsuki cried. Hanta reached up and placed a weak hand on Katsuki's cheek, the life already leaving his eyes. "Katsuki, its over for me." He says. "No, Hanta. You can't leave me." Katsuki was shaking. "Im sorry, Katsuki. I won't be able to recover from this." Hanta choked. "Just, Katsuki, promise me this." He shook, and coughed up a bit of blood, before saying his final words. The ones Katsuki had printed on chest; the ones he was dreading on hearing for his entire life.

"Remember me, Katsuki"

Seth x Reader; Wedding Bliss

Summary; Wedding day. Include; Being forced into a romantic storyline a few years prior as well as wearing a bracelet he bought on their first date. First dance is to ‘Still into You’ by Paramore. Wedding dress is like Becky Lynch’s 2019 HOF look. Beck is also her ‘best man.’ Use of real name; Melissa Mclelland

DISCLAIMER; My family is Southern Baptist. So, I’ve written the wedding as it would happen in my church, to the best of my knowledge. If that bothers you, I'm sorry, but it was the most comfortable and easiest way for me to write it. Also, I'm sure I mixed things up but just go with it.

 Word Count; Not including Lyrics; 1630

 Requested by, my girl @biforbecky2belts

 **************

   As Melissa stood, waiting for the music to start, she couldn't help but think about the events that lead to this moment. A slow smiled spread across her face as she thought about Seth and her relationship. Things hadn't been easy in the beginning. Matter of fact, they hadn't even really gotten along at the start.

Melissa sighed as she walked down the halls of the arena, heading for Hunter and Stephanie's office as she had been asked to do. She tried to shake the nerves as best she could but it wasn't helping. The last time they had called someone into their office at such short notice, it had been to fire them without reason. Being an intern commentator working under Corey Graves, she always worried when the bosses wanted to talk to her.

Reaching the door, she knocked gently. “Mr. and Mrs. McMahon?”

Once they called out a reply she slowly pushed the door open, stepping inside to see Seth Rollins already seated in front of the Mahogany desk. Stephanie smiled at her, standing beside her husband as she gestured for Melissa to sit as well.

”Come on in Melissa.” She smiled. “You're not in trouble or anything.” 

Melissa exhaled and relaxed a bit, making her way over to the vacant chair before sitting down. Seth smiled over at her, shooting her a playful wink as she rolled her eyes.

She had heard all about Seth and his player ways. Shed never admit it to anyone else but she had always had a crush on him. Though, she knew better. Seth has a reputation that preceded him for being a notorious player. It was rare he was photographed with the same woman twice and had started to really tarnish the name of The Shield, let alone WWE.

”I'm glad you could join us Ms. Mclelland.” Hunter smiled up at her and she found herself returning it. “As you can see, this involves Mr. Rollins as well.”

She nodded and waited for them to continue. She already had an idea what this was about, most likely a storyline, but she didn't want to steal their thunder so to speak.

”I'm sure you're aware, Mr. Rollins has quite a reputation with the media. One we need to get a handle on before it ruins his career any further.”

Melissa raised her eyebrow. ”Yes sir, I've seen a few articles about his infidelity. I'm just not sure how I'm needed in this?”

Stephanie exchanged a look with her husband, a slow smile spreading across her face as she turned back to the two in front of them.

”Funny you should mention that Melissa,” she began, smirking at the pair. “we’d like Seth and you to engage in a romantic storyline, just for a few months until the heat dies down.”

If she had been drinking she, most likely, would have spewed it all over the desk as she raised her eyebrow once more. “E-Excuse me?”

”Seth has already agreed to it. We know its not ideal, however it would be very beneficial for the both of you. It could lead to an opportunity for you to gain a permanent place here with WWE and it would give the illusion Seth is cleaning up his act.”

She continued to look at her bosses, to Seth, back to her bosses. To say she was shocked would have been an understatement; she was completely blind sided.

Of course, after some thought and consideration, she had agreed. In the beginning, it had been rather rough. Seth wanted next to nothing to do with her and usually ignored her unless it was part of the storyline. Most of the time, she’d just talk to Dean and Roman who seemed to like her pretty well. No, it wasn’t until about eight months into the storyline that Seth began to change.

It was little things at first, such as his hand lingering on her lower back a little longer after promos and longing glances backstage. By then, the whole reason for the arrangement had worked itself out and there wasn’t a reason to keep it going. However, neither of them could bring themselves to end it.

The arrangement had begun in mid-January and it was in mid-August Seth asked on a first date; one that was because they genuinely liked each other, not because they had been told to do it. Seth had set the whole thing up, taking her to see one of their favorite bands; swaying to the music even though it was a heavier sound, not a care in the world.

Flashing back to the present, she found herself looking down at the Bring Me the Horizon bracelet he had bought her on that very date. It didn’t really match the matte black, deep V-neck, slight fit and flare, with an open quarter sleeve wedding dress she wore but she didn’t care. It would be her somethings old, having gotten it two years prior.

Beside her Becky Lynch, her ‘best man’ smiled reassuringly as the music started.

“Remember lass, count te five and follow me down. Take it slow as ye need, he’ll be waitin.”

Melissa smiled and nodded as Becky quickly hugged her, carful not to disturb the bouquet in her hands, before turning and starting down the aisle; all the guests already standing. As she counted to five and started down herself, her eyes scanned the alter, quickly scanning over Dean and Romans smiling faces before finding Seth. Their eyes locked, tears evident in the corner of his eyes as one rolled down her cheek. Suddenly, her nerves melted away and she wanted to run down the aisle, throw her arms around him, and kiss him. Thankfully, she refrained.

She spent most of the ceremony in a daze, until it came to the vows.

“Now, I believe the bride and groom have prepared their own vows, yes?’” The pastor smiled as he looked between them as they nodded. “Ms. Mclelland, you’ll go first.”

Melissa took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she looked up at him.

“Seth, it is clear to me now, that everything in my life has led me to you.” She paused and sniffled lightly. “I think back on all of my choices and consider even the bad ones blessed. Only because, if I had done a single thing differently, I might never have met you and gotten the chance to become your wife.”

Seth smiled and lifted his hand quickly to wipe a tear threatening to roll down his face.

“Melissa, I promise to be there for you in cold winter mornings to warm you, on soft springs to watch our love grow, in our summers to play in the light of the sun, and in our autumn to kiss your fingers and say it has been worth it.” He smiled and stared lovingly into her eyes. “Every moment of our love.”

The pastor smiled again before gesturing for the rings, Dean stepping forward and handing them over.

“Melissa Mclelland, do you take Seth Rollins to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

I do.” She smiled as Seth slid the ring onto her finger.

Seth Rollins,” The pastor turned to look at him. “Do you take Melissa Mclelland to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” Seth nodded quickly, Melissa sliding the ring onto his finger where it would set for the rest of their lives.

“By the power granted to me, by the state of Iowa, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The pastor smirked gently. “You may kiss your bride, Mr. Rollins.”

Seth smiled widely before cupping Melissa's cheeks, pressing his lips firmly and passionately to hers as the crowd erupted into cheers and claps.

They quickly made their way back down the aisle, followed by the wedding party, and headed for the reception. Since the ceremony had been inside, they opted for an outdoor reception, the setting sun and fairy lights they had hung lightly the small meadow perfectly. It was everything they envisioned and more as they moved through the light dinner and cake cutting. It wasnt long before it came to be time for the dance.

As Seth led her to the dance floor, an acoustic version of ‘Still into You’ began to play.

 Cant count the years on one hand that

we’ve been together

I need the other one to hold you

Make you feel, make you feel better

Its not a walk in the park to love each

Other

But when our fingers interlock, cant deny,

Cant deny, you’re worth it

 Seth pulled Melissa to him gently, holding one of her hands in his as the other rested on the small of her back, her head resting on his chest as they began to sway.

 Cause after all this time

I’m still into you

I should be over all the butterflies but

I’m into you, I’m into you

And even baby on our worst nights

I’m into you, ‘Im into you

Let ‘em wonder how we got this far,

Cause I don’t really need to wonder at all

Yeah, after all this time

I’m still into you

 “Are you happy Mrs. Rollins?” Seth smiled down at his wife, loving the way her new title rolled off his tongue.

“Happier than I ever could have imagined Mr. Rollins.” She peered up at him and pressed an loving kiss to his lips as other couples joined then little by little on the floor.

 Recount the night that I first met your

Mother

And on the drive back to my house I told

You that, I told you that I loved ya

You felt the weight of the world fall of

Your shoulder

And to your favorite song we sang along.

To the start of forever

 She moved her hands to rest on his chest as both of his rested on the small of her back.

“I don’t think I’ve told you yet how beautiful you look.” He smiled as he rubbed his thumb up and down in the spot it was. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

“And you,” she beamed. “I’ll never get use to how good you look in a tux. We’ll have to thank Hunter and Stephanie again.”

Seth chuckled low in his throat as he too reflected on what had started their love story for a moment. It was true, he had made a lot of mistakes in his life, as everyone does. However, he no longer regarded them as mistakes, as they had led him to the love of his life. Instead, he thought of them as small blessings, thought he was too blind to see it at the time. Blessings he’d always be grateful for. As would she.

Some things just, some things just make

Sense

And one of those things is you and I

Some things just, some things just make, sense

And even after all this time

I’m still into you

Baby not a day goes by that I’m not into

You

  There ya are lovies! A very sweet, romantic, wedding day Seth fic. This was spelling and grammar checked by Microsoft Word 2016 as are all my fics from here on out. So, please, if you see any mistakes be kind about them. ALL feed back is loved and appreciated; tell me why you loved it or tell me why you hated it.

 Until next time, Rose xx

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sublatis ancoris et margarita

pairing: pirate!jeno x gender neutral reader (bulleted)

genre: fluff and angst

word count: 2.8k

summary: sublatis ancoris et margarita (latin): anchor and pearl

a/n: this is the first time ive been able to write something so easily in such a long time. this one just kinda flowed out of me. ive been in such a terrible creative rut lately. it means a lot to me that this one came together. i was very scared i was losing my ability to write. im so so proud of this one.

pirate jeno

he’s sailed for as long as he can remember

he’s pretty sure he was conceived and born on a ship

he learned to walk on the wobbly deck of his father’s boat

which resulted in him having to get his land legs, rather than the other way around

jeno was attached to the ocean

sea water ran through his veins

he came from a long line of sailors

but he wasn’t a violent pirate

the lee family wasn’t after power, and they already were wealthy

they truly just loved sailing

the art and everything that came along with it

they loved to travel the seas and visit new places

discovering new islands and finding pretty things along the way

sure, sometimes they found treasure and sold it for money

sometimes they kept the treasures for mementos

but they never fought or got into trouble

the crew was intimating enough to where they didn’t have to fight

the ship was ginormous and beautifully crafted

intricate flowers on the side

plus with 18 men onboard just to keep jeno safe and a big crew

what small boat would even go near them

they pushed themselves to travel farther, go on longer voyages, find shinier, bigger jewels

jeno loved jewels and precious stones

he loved the meaning behind them

whenever his family found them amongst the treasures, they would immediately go to jeno

pearls became his favorite

not only were they something beautiful created from something rough

but different colored pearls represented different things

some meant perfection, prosperity, love, protection, etc

he loved the idea of giving them as gifts and the look on people’s faces as he told them the symbolism

and he always carried pearls with him

once his parents had gotten older they decided to stay on land for the rest of their days

they handed the ship and crew down to jeno

now captain of The Flora

his friends adored him and the crew respected him

he didn’t think he could be happier than he was on the open ocean

from time to time in between journeys jeno would visit his family

he thought the small village where they settled down was adorable

he couldn’t find a place like it no matter where he sailed

it was a quaint island and a tight knit community

small houses and businesses lining the cobblestone streets

lanterns and candles on every corner, casting an amber glow across the whole town

at first the townspeople were afraid of him

a huge ship docked at the edge of their tiny shore, and what seemed to be at least 100 scary pirates filing off of the deck

it really was about 30 lanky men who enjoyed singing sea shanties in their free time

but jeno’s warm smile and honey like voice immediately put them at ease

kids would run out to the beach when The Flora came into view

they gravitated towards the lure of a pirate lifestyle

johnny and yukhei loved to bring the children on board and let them explore

yuta and doyoung loved to show them the bounties they brought in

renjun and donghyuck told them ghost pirate stories while kun and jaemin were there to comfort afterwards

everyone greeted the crew of The Flora with big smiles each time they entered their shops

sometimes he’d be bearing gifts, other times they would send him off with goods for his travels

although he loved the town and his parents, he could never stay away from the sea for too long

it was like it called to him

the freedom he felt was like no other

funnily enough, jeno hated anchors

anchors meant being tied down, having to pick a place to stay

the idea of being somewhere for longer than a few days made his skin crawl

that is, until he met you

you worked in the small outpost for sea trade your family owned

the little shed was tucked into the rocks by the beach

you watched every time The Flora pulled in

you hoped one day your dream of a handsome pirate would come true

but anytime one walked in they reeked of fish, had unkempt hair and stained clothes

yeah you didn't want to kiss any of those bearded faces

you thought you saw some cute boys leave the ship but you had never gone out to meet any of them

you kinda hoped they would come by instead

one day you were writing in your journal, daydreaming to the sounds of the waves you grew to love so much

someone knocked on the door to get your attention

when you looked up, you were breathless

he walked in with sun kissed skin, saltwater making his hair curly

he wore a white button up blouse with lace details at the collar and sleeves

black pants and tall, black boots

his smile was unlike anything you had ever seen 

he had clean teeth!! white teeth!! who knew pirates could have nice teeth!!

and his eyes

his eyes sparkled and when he grinned at you his eyes turned into crescent moons reflecting off the water

he was beautiful 

you introduced yourselves

you found yourself rolling his name over and over on your tongue quietly

little did you know he was doing the same

he showed you the few silver treasures he had hoping to sell them

among them was a small anchor pendant he had received from a blacksmith on a far away island

jeno noticed how your eyes lingered on it a little too long

his gaze moved from your awestruck expression to the journal you had been writing in when he entered

an anchor was stamped into the front of the brown leather cover

before you turned back to count up how much he would be getting, he pulled the charm back into his sleeve

“oh, how did that get in there? this isn't for sale, im sorry about that.” he mumbled

he saw your face fall slightly, as you had planned to buy it back from your father once it was the store’s

you two had a small conversation and exchanged the items for money

your hand brushed against his and his skin was dry from the salt and sun, but it still made your heart skip a beat

he bowed a little and thanked you for your kindness

you tried your hardest to wipe the longing from your face as you watched him head back to the boat 

jeno entered the captain's quarters with a feeling in his chest he couldn't explain

as he began to put the money away, mark, a crew member he had known since he was little, walked by

he noticed the change in jeno immediately and asked him if he felt okay

the younger boy nodded, hoping the red on his face would be mistaken for sunburn

he made his way to his parents house, determined to find out more about you

after many questions and “no reason, just wondering” responses, jeno was even more intrigued

he made a note in his mind

new voyage, new treasure

jeno returned a few times, each time flirtier than the last

some days he didn’t even bring any treasures, visiting under the pretense of “just checking your stock”

“jeno, you’re the only ship at the island, how could we have new stock?”

“well you know, someone could've docked overnight or something...”

you two became fast friends

you loved hearing of his adventures, he just loved talking to you

now you just expected him to be there each morning

you didn't expect for him to be holding a sweet from the bakery, however

“is this okay? we've never talked about our favorite foods and i didn't know what to get you but if not i can go back-”

“jeno, it’s perfect.”

each time you interrupted his rambles you loved to watch his furrowed brows smooth out and see his mouth pull up in a grin

he was always worried he was doing something wrong

but you were always there to reassure him

one morning, he arrived surprised to find you asleep on the counter

he smiled, taking in your features

he hesitantly raised his hand to push your hair away from your face, hoping not to startle you

as his fingertips brushed your cheek, he heard the message loud and clear ringing between his ears

you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on

you woke up to jeno staring down at you 

lovingly?

he apologized profusely for waking you

you explained profusely that it was okay

he cleared his throat 

"i was wondering if i could see you,” he started

“like, see you somewhere other than your job. maybe i could take you out tonight,”

your heart thumped against your ribs

“i mean only if you’d like to,” he scratched the back of his neck, realizing this was a little sudden considering you just woke up

“and it would seem a little weird if a scary pirate took you on his ship for the night and i dont want your family to freak out, so do you know of a place we could go? only if you want to-”

“jeno, i do.”

his face lit up like the summer sun

“you do?”

it took all of his self control to not hug you right then and there

“i do, and i know just the place we can go.”

jeno glowed all day

that night as the sun dipped below the horizon you led jeno to the top of the rocks above your outpost

you two talked under the stars for hours

you didn't leave until you knew you were barely gonna be able to function at work the next day

you felt a light in your chest that wasn't there before

jeno became a part of your routine

he’d greet you each morning, go off to do “pirate business” as he put it, and meet you at your spot each night

you found yourself opening up to this “intimidating” pirate and questioned if this was the right thing to do

soon it became impossible to watch the night sky without holding him

he’d tuck you under his chin and you'd wrap your arms around his waist

your ear pressed to his chest gave you your new favorite sound 

the waves were drowned out by his heartbeat and the vibrations of his voice

just having him near felt warm and safe and right

he wasnt scary, or anything like anyone you'd met before

he was just jeno

jeno with sun dried skin and soft moon eyes and lips you desperately wanted to know the taste of

jeno with incredible stories of islands and treasure that you desperately wanted to be a part of

but what was scary was falling for him so quickly

“im so sorry,” he whispered into your hair one night

you felt your eyes shut, knowing what was coming, expecting it

you knew he was a traveler, you couldn't take that away from him

you would be an anchor

a burden

he had already stayed on your island for a month, he was going to have to go back out eventually

and it would hurt both of you

you couldn't leave home forever

and he couldn't stay forever

so

you began to push him away

you would say hi in the mornings and leave your spot early on into the nights

you'd force yourself to get out of his grasp and trudge away with a heavy weight on your shoulders

and jeno swore he could hear his heart break in his chest

when he watched you come up with excuses to leave the rocks each night he wished on every star in the sky that things would be okay

he knew what you were doing, and it was terrifying

for the first time in his life, brave pirate jeno was afraid of something

losing you

you pushed him away night after night, closing yourself off to him

you wouldn't let him hold you close, you barely spoke

‘just until he leaves,’ you kept telling yourself, ‘once he's gone it’ll be easy to forget him’

the night before his ship was scheduled to go, he was already at your spot when you arrived

jeno waited until you sat down beside him, staring off at the water as he spoke

“i've never had a home,” he started

‘this was it,’ you thought, ‘he’s gonna sail away and take my heart with him’

“ive traveled all over the ocean. ive stopped at countless places. ive met so many people,”

“ive never had a home. ive never wanted to stay anywhere for more than a few weeks. there never was any reason to,”

‘here it comes’ you felt like you were going to fall and tumble into the sea below

he turned to face you, a look written across his features you've never seen before

“you are my home.”

what?

you waited, not realizing you were holding your breath until he began again

“you are my home. home isn't a place, its a person, a feeling. and i would stay anywhere if it meant being with you. i would stay forever if forever was in your arms.”

“jeno-”

“please hear me out.” his voice cracked with an emotion you couldn't pin, fear? urgency? 

“i know its unfair. its unfair that i did this to you. i leave. i fell for you and forgot that leaving is what i do. i cant ask you to come with me. but if you want me to stay, id give the ship to one of my men and stay right here with you.”

“jeno you-”

“please let me finish.”

“ive been attacked by other pirates, ive been on a sinking ship, ive sailed through shark infested water, but ive never been as scared as i am right now.” 

he picked up your hand and placed it over his heart

it was beating just as fast as yours

“you are the greatest treasure i could ever find. i love you and i would be foolish to leave you on this island in search of more silver cups or red rubies-”

you pulled on his shirt and brought his mouth to yours

his lips were chapped but they tasted of coconut

they were warm against your own

he moved slowly, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek

his other hand found yours resting against his chest 

the rhythm of your kiss matching that of the waves kissing the shoreline

“jeno-” you whispered against him, pulling away just enough to see into his eyes

“i can’t ask you to give up sailing, but i love you too much to let you go. i can wait for you. i can stay here and be yours, and you can be mine, and when you come home ill still be yours. ill always be yours. i can-”

this time it was his turn to quiet your rambling

he pushed you to lay back onto the rock and pressed open mouth kisses to different parts of your lips

he kissed you for what felt like hours, until your lips were puffy and red and you two were breathless

he helped you sit up and then he rested his forehead on yours 

“i have something for you.”

you couldn't imagine how he could make your heart happier than it already was

he reached into his pocket and placed his hand inside yours, depositing the small anchor pendant into your palms

it was on a beautiful silver chain, and when you examined it closely, there were now two small pearls on the tips of the anchor

“the black pearl represents protection,” jeno opened the clasp to place it around your neck, “i will always keep you safe.”

you turned around and felt yourself shiver

at his words or his breath against your skin you didn't know

“the blue pearl symbolizes true love.” he said into the shell of your ear, pressing a small kiss to it

he held you until the sunrise, falling asleep to the sound of your heart

when he woke the next morning, you were still there, fingers intertwined with his

he knew you'd always be there

you always were there

you sent jeno off with a full heart and the taste of coconut lingering in your mouth

but you knew he’d be back

he always came back

anytime you missed him you touched your necklace

anytime he missed you he would write you letters in your brown leather notebook

sometimes he took you on small trips to nearby islands and you got to watch your boyfriend in action

you became his pearl, his greatest treasure 

and when The Flora did return from voyages, the kids still lined up, the townspeople still smiled, and you still felt your heart race

jeno, a little sunburnt and homesick? yes, but leaving? 

never

you also became his anchor, but it wasn’t such a terrible thing to stop and stay for a little while

PREMONITIONS 2 (2/8)

or, Adventures in Pursuit of a Seven-Year-Old Seer

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Words: 1662 Summary: It’s been over a year since you met Bucky, and you couldn’t be happier. If only you could figure out why your precognitive niece is burying you in abstract crayon art… A/N: Happy new year!

Part 1

Your phone slips out of your hand and clatters on the ground at your feet. Blood rushes in your ears. You run to the front door, pull on your coat and boots, and yank open your door. Before you lock up, you remember your phone. You run back in and grab it. In another thirty seconds you’re in the street, trying to flag down a taxi. The freezing air stings your cheeks, your legs, but nothing compares to the terror flaring in your chest.

What the hell is happening? What was that call? Where is Gemma? Is Matt okay? What about Sarah?

Where is Gemma?

A taxi finally pulls over for you. You rattle off Matt’s address. “Hurry,” you add, voice catching. “It’s an emergency!”

The driver peels away from the curb. You can’t relax; you lean forward, breathing down your driver’s neck, not even buckled until he nervously asks you to sit back. Even then, you’re trembling, your blood pounding. You stuff your hands between your knees, but they’re shaking too.

Ten minutes never have never gone by by so slow.

The second he pulls up to Matt’s house, you open the door. You’re half out of the cab before you remember you need to pay. “Shit shit shit,” you mumble. Your purse is still hanging on its hook by the door back home.

You stare up at Gemma’s open window as you dig through your coat pockets. By some miracle, you find a twenty.

“Here, take it, keep the change,” you blurt, throwing the bill at the driver. You slam the car door shut and squeeze between the parked cars in front of Matt’s house.

The front door is unlocked. You burst inside, heart in your throat.

You freeze.

Half the stair runners are askew, and Gemma’s winter gear is strewn haphazardly across the living room. One of the couch pillows is in the kitchen doorway. You inch forward, barely breathing. The slow cooker is on the floor, and Sarah’s mulled cider is in a brown puddle across the floor, soaking into the pillow. A strangled sob escapes your throat.

You run upstairs to Gemma’s room. It’s empty, cold… The window is still open. Scribbled-upon papers litter the floor, covered in crayon and pen. Gemma’s bed isn’t made—but then again, it never is. You fall to your knees and press your hands to her bare sheets, willing them to reveal your niece. What’s happened to her? What’s happened to your brother?

In your pocket, your phone starts buzzing.

You flinch in surprise. Damn it, you should have called the cops by now! You pull your phone out and stare blankly at the screen before registering that it’s Bucky calling.

Thank god.

“Bucky!”

“Hey darlin’, how are y—”

“Matt and Gemma are missing!” you cry.

“What?”

You collapse onto Gemma’s bed. “Matt called and he said Gemma was missing and then someone else was there and the line went dead and now they’re gone and—”

“Woah, woah, hey, calm down,” Bucky interrupts. “Where are you?”

“Their house.” You sniff. “I haven’t even called the police, I just… ran over.”

“Okay. Okay.” Bucky is quiet for a moment, but you can hear his breathing accelerating. “I’m on my way there now. I’m going to call Steve, okay? If this is about what I think it’s about, we’ll be able to do more than the police. Okay?”

You bite your lip to keep your crying quiet. Instincts from the days before Bucky—most of your life, really—all want you to hang up and call the police. But Bucky’s not wrong. The Winter Soldier and Captain America have more resources at the arsenal than every police force in America. Probably.

“Y-yeah. Okay,” you tell him. “When will you be here?”

“Soon,” he says. “Where’s Sarah?”

“I—I don’t know. Her cider’s all over the kitchen floor…”

“Can you call her?”

“Um, okay. Yeah.” You sit up slowly. Your head is spinning, but you nod. “I can do that.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Bucky promises. “Call Sarah, and I’ll be there before you know it.” He pauses. “We’ll figure it out. It’ll be okay, darlin’. I promise.”

“Okay.”

You hang up. What else is there to say?

When you call Sarah’s phone, it rings from their bedroom next door. Your heart drops.

No one answers.

“Hello?” you call.

No one answers.

If Sarah is with her phone, why didn’t she answer it? Why would she ignore you?

She wouldn’t. She never has. The only options that come to mind are that she’s missing too—or she’s lying prone in her bedroom. Dead or unconscious.

You bolt to your feet and fly into the other bedroom.

An ounce of tension lifts from your shoulders. The bedroom’s empty; Sarah’s not here. At least she’s not dead—not that you can see. You still have no idea what’s going on, but at least you haven’t seen any dead bodies today.

“Darlin’?”

You jump. It’s Bucky. “Up here!”

Two sets of footsteps pound up the stairs. Two? You spin to face Bucky, who buries you in his arms without preamble. Over his shoulder, you see Steve going straight into Gemma’s room, his face drawn and focused. You close your eyes and let yourself relax into Bucky’s hold, burying your face in his chest.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. His metal hand is secure across your back; the other is on your neck, warm and grounding.

“Oh god, thank god you’re here,” you whisper. You pull back. There are wet spot on Bucky’s shirt, and you lift your hands to your cheeks in surprise. Oh. You’re crying.

Bucky brushes your tears away, his eyes soft but his mouth set. “We’re going to find them. And then we’re going to make sure nothing like this every happens again.”

Bucky and Steve go through the upstairs one room at a time. You hover along behind them, trying not to get in their way, but the house isn’t big and those two aren’t exactly small. Every other minute, you’re in their way. But they never send you away. Bucky’s focused on studying the rooms, looking for clues, but he says nothing.

When they move downstairs, you linger in Gemma’s room. You kneel at her bedside again, tracing the empty indent on her pillow. God, what’s happened to her? Your sweet niece, with her happy laugh and her stubborn determination and her ominous certainty—

You put your head against the spot where she sleeps, wishing you could close your eyes and hear her breathing, hear her heartbeat, hear anything that would reassure you she’s alive.

Downstairs, Steve and Bucky start to talk. You sit up and listen hard.

“This has to be about her powers,” Bucky says.

“I agree.” Steve sighs. “What’s the plan?”

“What’re you askin’ me for?”

“She’s your… dammit, I’ve never even been here before, Buck! You know these people.”

A thump—did Bucky punch something? You hope he didn’t leave a dent.

“Keep it together, Buck,” Steve hisses. “Your girl’s upstairs!”

Before Steve finishes, you can hear Bucky stomping up to you. By the time he reaches you, you’re sitting on Gemma’s bed, your hands between your knees. You can’t imagine what you look like, what with the crying and the terror, but Bucky doesn’t comment. All he does is kneel at your feet and take your hands in his. He stares up at you with tender concern.

“How are you doing?” he murmurs. You shake your head, unable to meet his eyes.

“I don’t know. I keep wishing her damn bed would tell me where she is.” You force a laugh. “Crazy, right?”

Bucky joins you on the bed and pulls you into his arms. “No,” he says. “Not crazy.” He settles his chin on your head. “I’m sorry to do this, but can you tell me about the phone call?”

You tell him as much as you can. The phone call, your harried trip over, your exploration of the abandoned house. He listens in silence.

“—and to think, I was going to have a nice night,” you finish with a sniff, thinking of the unlit candles and the pie no doubt setting off fire alarms in your oven and the new lingerie. What was all of that against your brother, his wife, your niece? “God. That sounds so selfish.”

“Trust me,” Bucky says, pulling back, “it’s not.” He kisses away the tears clinging to your cheeks, then tugs you back against him for a last, brief hug. When he pulls back, the dismay is clear on his face. “I don’t want to leave you. But I—we, Steve and me, need to get to the bottom of this.”

“I’ll be okay,” you say. You’re pretty sure it’s a lie, but what does that matter? “Go. Find them. Save them, and then come home safe.”

Bucky squeezed your hands. He studies your face, his blue eyes intent as if he were memorizing you. “Yes, ma’am.”

After Bucky and Steve leave, you call the police as instructed. It’s easier to tell the story this time. Or maybe you’re just numb.

Either way, you let them take your statement. You let them root around your brother’s empty house. You let them bring you out of Gemma’s room, downstairs, outsi—

“Wait,” you blurt.

You turn and rush back inside, back upstairs, and into Gemma’s room.

“This is a crime scene!” one of the officers says, running after you. She tries to grab your arm, but misses as you kneel on the floor and pick up a piece of paper.

Your heart pounds. It’s one of Gemma’s drawings. All the other pages on the floor are pictures of people, of animals, of houses or rocks or flowers. This one, though?

This one is abstract.

You stare at the paper clutched in your hands as the officer leads you back outside. Her lecture goes in one ear and out the other.

Gemma, you think, what are you trying to say?

Read Part 3 here!

Cuddle? |  Michael Clifford x Reader

Pairing - i swear to god im gonna stop saying this eventually, please look above

Word Count - 1.5k (just barely over that. I’m not even kidding, its 1503)

Warning - bad writing? can i warn you of that? ((if you dont like it, i dont blame you, i dont either))

A/N - babes i don’t know how good this is, i personally don’t particularly love it but i promised a michael fluff for hitting 100 followers so heRE YOU GO

TAGS, DARLING - @cxddlyash @emomack @merryblueberry02

“I’m kinda hungry,” you mumbled, not moving from your spot on the couch. Luke and Calum grumbled their agreement. They had come over to your and Michael’s shared house for some songwriting session, which had ended up with all of you plopped on the furniture, scrolling through phones. The four of you were all draped over each other, a mess of limbs and heads. Luke’s hand was stuffed in a bowl of popcorn, his head on your lap, Calum resting on his.

You looked over to Michael with wide eyes. He caught your gaze, and immediately said “No.”

You whined in protest. “Baby, please? I don’t wanna move,” you dragged out the words.

With a huff of resignation, Michael stood and you cheered. He silenced you with a playful glare, “What do you want, princess?”

“I’ll take some pasta, please,” Luke said before you could respond.

“A cheeseburger with a side of fries,” Calum laughed.

Michael took a throw pillow and threw it at Luke’s face, a smile playing on his features. “I said princess, not ‘other two,’ idiots. Besides, Luke, you’ve already got food,” he chuckled. Looking back at you, he waited for your answer.

“Whatever leftovers we have in the fridge is fine with me,” you smiled.

He leaned down and kissed your nose. “I hope you realize how much I love you,” he whispered, straightening and heading towards the kitchen.

“Love you, baby!” You shouted towards his receding figure. You shifted your attention back to your phone, but were called back to reality when you heard Michael shout your name from the kitchen. Thinking nothing of it, you huffed dramatically, pushing Luke’s head off your lap as you stood.

But as you stepped into the kitchen, Michael stood in your face. “What is this?” He asked quietly, holding proof of your deed in his hand.

Your breath caught in your throat. “Michael, I was gonna tell you--”

“When?! When did you plan on telling me about this?!” He threw the evidence on the counter.

“I hope you realize what you’ve done. You’ve betrayed my trust, Y/N. I give you my all, and this is the thanks I get?” Without waiting for your response, he stormed out of the kitchen.

“Michael, I’m sorry!” You called as you ran after him, following him into the living room.

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry! If I could take it back, I would.”

“It doesn’t matter that you would take it back, you can’t, Y/N! You did this and there’s no coming back from it. You’ve ruined us!”

“What’s going on?” Calum asked quietly.

“Y/N ate the last of the pizza!” Michael accused, pointing his finger to you.

Luke clutched his hand over his chest. “Y/N. How could you?” Calum just sighed, in amusement or disappointment, you couldn’t tell.

You looked between the boys incredulously. “Will it make it better if I buy a replacement pizza?”

Michael sighed dramatically. “Nothing will ever be as good as that one is. Oh, wait, excuse me - was.” He glared at you, laughter in his eyes.

“Michael, it was a supreme pizza from Papa Johns. I am certain they can make another one,” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, it was a supreme pizza? Oh, Y/N, you monster,” Calum piped up.

You looked at the black haired boy disbelievingly. “I thought you were on my side!”

Calum playfully squinted at you. “Supreme pizza, Y/N. Supreme..”

“I thought you loved me,” Michael whispered, looking up at the ceiling as if imagining himself in a movie.

“I do love you, Mikey, I just wanted pizza,” you giggled.

“You don’t love him, you ate his pizza!” You turned to see Luke with his bowl of popcorn, stuffing his face. He took a handful of the snack and quite literally threw it at you, your legs being hit by the popcorn.

You snapped your head over to Michael, who was quietly snickering. “Are you just gonna let him do that?” You laughed.

“No,” Mikey giggled. “I’m gonna help him do it.” He sidestepped you, running to Luke’s side and grabbing a handful of popcorn too.

“No,” you warned, “don’t you dare.”

Michael shrugged before tossing the handful at you. You squeaked in surprise, shielding yourself with your arms. You looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes, mouth opening in disbelief.

You turned to look at Calum, who had been laughing himself to death on the couch. “Calum, you’re my new favorite.”

You watched as Michael’s mouth dropped open, “Hey! I’m your boyfriend, you’re not allowed to have a new favorite!”

You shrugged. “Then you shouldn’t have thrown popcorn.”

You plopped down on the couch next to Calum, wrapping him in a hug. “This one is mine. You two can’t take him on your team.” Calum, playing along, leaned into your embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“My son,” you proclaimed (you could’ve sworn you heard him say ‘mama’ in return). The boy in your arms nuzzled his face into your chest like a baby.

“You can’t just claim a son like that,” Michael protested.

“I can do whatever I want, he’s my favorite.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Luke cut in. Michael nodded in agreement.

“I dunno.”

Michael let out a whine of indignance. “If he’s your son, then this one is mine.” He all but tackled Luke into a hug, and Luke let out a cry of distress.

“Wait, doesn’t that technically make you my dad?” Calum looked between the two of you confusedly.

You shrugged, “I suppose. Don’t tell Ashton,” you winked.

Luke gasped, “That makes Y/N my mom!” Michael nodded. Luke scoffed. “Well screw you dad, I like mom more.” He wriggled out of Michael’s grasp, running over to you and Calum. Michael looked towards the three of you with a crestfallen expression.

“My children… have betrayed me. For their beautiful mother.” He winked at you.

You smiled smugly at him, one arm around Calum and one around Luke.

“Now that just won’t do,” he whined. “I’m supposed to get all the cuddles.”

“Well join us then,” muttered Luke.

“Yeah,” Cal said smugly, “your girlfriend has amazing boobs, they make great pillows. I get them all to myse--”

You were a blushing mess when Calum was cut off by Michael shoving his hand in his face, pushing him away from your chest. Before Calum could retaliate, your boyfriend took his place.

“Mine,” he muttered. You rolled your eyes.

“It’s a shame that Ashton missed out on this cuddle fest,” Calum noted as he positioned himself against you again.

“Yeah,” Luke murmured. “I wonder how his date went.”

“I’m sure it was fine. He seems to really like this girl,” I informed them.

“What’s her name again?” Michael questioned.

“Britt. Or Brittney, depending who you ask.”

“She sounds like fun.”

“I think she’s good for him, just based off how he talks about her.”

Soon came the time for the boys to leave, to head to their own homes after getting absolutely nothing accomplished. As they walked out the door, you were pretty sure you heard Calum yell “Bye mom, bye dad!” before Mike shut the door behind them.

He heaved a sigh, sounding exhausted. You couldn’t blame him, cuddles make just about anyone sleepy.

“Bedtime?” His weary voice brought a smile to your face.

“Yeah, it can be bedtime.” You smiled softly as you enveloped him in a hug.

His gentle arms wrapped around your back, holding you close to him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“I love you, even though you ate my pizza,” he whispered against your skin.

You could feel him smirking as you let out a groan. “Can we please just drop that?” You whined.

“Maybe. I’ll consider it if you let me cuddle you some more.”

You pulled away and stared at him, one eyebrow raised. “Cuddles? That’s all we’ve done all day, Mikey.”

“Yeah, but I want it to be just you and me. Please?” He gave you his very best puppy-dog pleading face, and you couldn’t help but to give in.

Within minutes, the two of you were changed and under the covers, snuggled up to each other.

“I love you,” he whispered again.

“I love you too, baby.”

He fiddled with your hand, playing with your fingers. The feeling was so relaxing, you found yourself starting to drift off. Michael pressed a kiss to the top of your head just as you gave in to sleep.

As your breathing slowed and evened out, Michael smiled softly at your body curled up next to his. He continued playing with your fingers, imagining the ring he had bought the other day resting on your ring finger.

“Soon, baby,” he whispered, pressing another kiss to your head. He snuggled down impossibly closer to your sleeping form, and he knew he couldn’t be ever happier than he was, right there, with you.

I’ll Protect You

Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Characters: leo, others mentioned Relationship: Leo/reader Request: So my request would be 2k12 leonardo hamato/reader. The situation being where reader is kidnapped and mutilated while the turtles have to watch ( gouging eyes and rib cracking kind of stuff). Anyways, when reader is safe again leo makes her feel as though shes still loved and wanted despite her physical appearance. A.N: warning, there is graphic violence ahead. Slowly, you began to wake up. Your head was hurting badly, like you had been hit with a brick. But as you started to stretch, you felt the ropes restraining your arms and legs. Your eyes flung open and you started to struggle. Looking down, you saw you were tied to a wooden chair in the middle of what looked like an old warehouse in your thin nightgown. Last you had remembered, you had fallen asleep in Leos arms. Leonardo. You looked around the room and instantly found Leo was tied up to a chair to your right. He was staring to the right of him which was the area behind you. The only difference was he had a gag in his mouth and you didn’t. “Leo? Whats going on?” You called out to him, tears welling in your eyes at the sight of him. He jumped when he heard your voice and he looked to you. He started to make some noises but you couldn’t tell what he was saying because of the gag. But a new voice came from behind you. “Ah, I am so glad you are awake, my dear. It will make this so much easier.” Just then, your hair was grabbed and your head yanked back. “Well, not for you.” The menacing voice chuckled. He let go of your hair but you kept your eyes on him, shaking with fear. What did he mean by that? He walked over to Leo who was scowling at the man with a sort of hatred and anger you had never seen before. “One last chance, Leonardo. Where are the others?” he said in a falsely soothing voice as he pulled the ball gag out of Leos mouth. “Ive already told you. I Don’t know!” leo growled but you heard the fear in his voice. “That’s a shame.” The man lolled, turning back to you. “Shes such a pretty little thing.” He mused. There was a moment of silence as Leo put two and two together. “No, not her. She doesn’t have anything to do with this. LEAVE HER ALONE.” Leo screamed at the man as he started to walk towards you. You were suddenly without a voice as the man approached you but then he pulled his right arm back, clenched his hand into a fist and punched you right across the right side of your face. The blow caused you to see white for a moment and a scream of pain escaped your throat. Then the pain started. It coursed through your head and felt like your eyes were about to burst out your sockets. Then you felt him land another punch, this time to your side. You gasped as if the wind had been knocked out of you but you didn’t have much time to recover until you saw him raise a foot and slam it straight into your left side. You hear a sickening crack in your body and you didn’t know if the man heard it too. It was your ribs. You knew it. But that didn’t stop him kicking the area once more and making your scream in agony. You couldn’t hear anything but a ringing sound in your head. That was until you saw the man come and stand in front of you with what looked like a kitchen knife in his hand. Your head lolled to the side slightly as you watched the blade lower to the skin of your arm but you didn’t fully realise what he was doing until you felt the shooting pain run across your body as he pressed the blade into your skin, cutting a long, red line across your arm. He repeated this 3 times on each arm, and you quickly learned that if your screamed or moved to much, he would do it harder, deeper, longer. You watched the blood run down your arm as the cuts felt like they were on fire. You could feel the blood pulsing out of the cuts as you let out gasps for air. Tears ran down your cheek as you watched the man raise the knife to your right eyes. Your eyes widened and he bought the blade covered in your blood to the bottom of your cheek and caught a few tears on it mixed with a fresh cut now horizontally on your left right cheek. Thankfully, he moved away. You then became aware of Leos cried. You looked over to see the man walking over to Leo with the knife. “Look, shes crying. Although, if she thinks this is bad, she wont last too long.” He then showed the knife to Leo, who refused to look at it. “Don’t care that shes hurt, do you?” The man mocked, making Leo glare at him. “Leave. Her. Alone.” He growled and you could see he was shaking. Out of anger or fear, you didn’t know. “Not until you tell me what I want to know.” The man chuckled. “I don’t know where they are! We haven’t seen them in days!” Leo tried to reason with the man who shook his head. He then grabbed Leos hand and forced it open before wiping your blood and tears onto his hand, probably cutting him at the same time. “Well, lets see if your little girlfriend can talk some sense into you.” The man turned back to you and took long strides towards you. He grabbed your chin and forced you to keep looking at Leo. “Why don’t you tell him? Tell him how much it hurts? Hes the only one who can stop your pain. Otherwise, its going to get a lot, lot worse my dear. That I can promise you.” The man growled the last part in your ear. But you knew Leo was telling the truth. The others had went away for a week, and you didn’t really know where they had gone. But this man wasn’t going to believe you or Leo. So there was only one thing you could say. “Leo?” You called out to him and you saw tears start to run down his cheek as he started at you. “[y/n], im so sorry. Please. Im sorry.” He whimpered, trying to get out of his restrained to get to you. It was killing him. “I love you.” You half whispered to him, smiling despite the pain in your arms, side, chest and head. This took Leo by surprise. “I love you, too.” He answered, not smiling though. “Oh, how sweet. But that not what I asked you to do.” The man yanked your face back to look at him. He wasn’t going to believe you. And there was no one here to rescue you. Judging from him needing the other brothers, this psycho was probably after their DNA or something to do with their mutation. So he wouldn’t hurt Leo. and the quicker he did whatever he wanted to you, the quicker you couldn’t be used as leverage over Leo. So you spat in his face. There was a moment of stunned silence before the man scowled at you. “Asshole.” You growled, returning the scowl. the man stood up abruptly and behind you. “I didn’t want to do this just yet, but you try my patients!” He growled. “What are you doing?!” Leo cried out, knowing full well you had just antagonised the man. You glanced behind you to make sure the man was out of earshot. “The quicker I die, the quicker this can all end. Theres no point telling him we don’t know and-“ You started to try explain but Leo interrupted. “You cant do this! Don’t, please. Please, [y/n], I cant lose you! Don’t!” he sobbed, his voice breaking as he tried to convince you. But this was the only way. “Leonardo, its okay.” You hushed, trying to stay calm and speak property but you were failing. You used his full name in the hope it would calm him down. “This is all my fault!” Leo sobbed, shaking his head. “I should have never got you involved with all this.” He scolded himself, his hands in tight fists. “Leo, I would rather my life end like this that never known you! Id rather die knowing you love me than live 100 years never knowing! You have made me happier than I can ever tell you and this isn’t your fault!” You told him, seeing him look up at you and, for a moment, you saw a flash of happiness. “I love you so much.” He whispered, but then his gaze darted behind you and filled with fear. Your head was once again yanked back by hair and you saw not only the man but 3 others wearing masks. In the mans hand, was a kettle of boiling water. Your eyes widened and 2 of them grabbed your mouth, forcing your mouth wide open. as if in slow motion, the man began to pour the boiling liquid into your open mouth. It felt like it was lava as it burned every part of your mouth and throat. You writhed in pain, but it caused more water to slash across your face. You could feel your skin burning and your teeth felt like they were melting in your mouth. You couldn’t scream, you couldn’t beg. All you could do was writh while hurt both your face and your ribs. You could hear Leo begging for them to stop. You heard his voice screaming as you squeezed your eyes shut. after what felt like a lifetime, the water stopped, and you took in a deep breath with stung. Some had went down your nose and splatter around your face. Your whole body was no longer under your control as your head lounged back in pain. You didn’t know where they had went, until you felt the blade starting to cut into your legs. “Shes yours, is she!” The man screamed at Leo. “Then lets mark her as yours!” He started to engrave something into your skin, but you couldn’t scream. It hurt. You couldn’t even close your mouth. It felt like your voice had been burned and there was nothing you could do. You glanced down to see the man carving ‘Leonardo’ into your right leg. He used a rag to wipe away the blood as he went and then sat back to admire his handy work. “Not too bad, if I do say so my self.” He looked up at you and reached for something to your left. You saw him pull out a long black whip with multiple ends. He raised to his feet and raised it above his head, then bought it down with a loud crash to the left side of the chair. You tried to scream in both fear and pain but nothing came out. It was like your entire body was on fire and there was nothing you could do about it. Then it started. He started to bring the whip down on your bare skin. With every clash, he left 4 or 5 new marks on your skin. Your body shook with the pain. You wanted nothing more than to die at this point. Not because of the pain, not because of the fear, but because you could hear Leo. He was begging for the man to stop. You didn’t look at Leo. Eventually, it stopped when the man grew out of breath. You glanced down and saw the fresh marks. They stung your whole body and had ripped your clothes. The buzzing had come back in your head and it now stopped you from being able to hear anything. You saw the man now pulling out Leos katana and a wash of relief came over you, thinking it was going to be over. But the man used it to cut your cheeks 2 times each cheek then your forehead then one long cut down your right side of your face. Blood now filled your eyes and you couldn’t see anything. You couldn’t hear. You couldn’t speak or taste. All you could do was feel. You were so close to passing out, you could feel it. You were drifting in and out of consciousness. All you needed was one more thing to knock you out. And you got that. 2 punches to your face. -------------------time skip-------------------------- All you could feel was pain. Your whole body ached with a searing pain you had never experienced in your life. Your throat and mouth were on fire, your skin around your face felt swollen and blistered. Your skin across your body had a fiery pain. Your side was throbbing. Your right leg was filled with a dull pain. Then you remembered everything that had happened. You managed to pry opened your eyes, almost too scared of what you would see. But you were lying down and facing up. You saw a bright light while caused you to flinch in pain. you glanced to your right, knowing that it was the last place you had seen Leo. You saw 2 figures, one you instantly saw was Leo and the second, Splinter. You started to panic, thinking the man had gotten splinter. But then they came into focus and you saw Leo was no longer tied up and Splinter was standing. Someone walked passed you to Leo and you saw it was Raph. You tried to gain their attention, but instead you made a high pitch squeaking noise. the 3 of them jumped and ran over to you. You looked straight up, frowning slightly before you saw Mikey and Donnie pop into your view. “[y/n].” You heard them all say but Donnie got your attention. “if you can hear us, blink twice.” He asked you, watching your eyes closely. But you were rather thankful because your neck was in pain. You blinked twice and saw the 5 of them relax. “yes.” You tried to say, but it came out high pitched and raspy. “shh, you need to rest your voice. Your mouth, tongue and throat is burned really bad.” Donnie half scolded but couldn’t considering your poor position. “Are you in pain? I can give you a shot of painkillers since you cant swallow.” You nodded and instantly regretted it. Donnie disappeared for a few moments as you looked at Leo. You saw the pain in Leos eyes as his glanced down your body and back up. You felt a small prick in your arm and glanced down to see Donnie giving you a shot of something. instantly, a small amount of the pain was lifted which you were really grateful for. “Don?” you asked, thankfully, they could all understand you. “How bad?” You could only speak in small words. You saw Donnie glance to Leo, as if asking permission to tell you. You glance at Leo who looked down at you, and you saw tears in his eyes then he walked away and out of your view. So you looked back to Donnie. “It-its pretty bad.” Was all Donnie said, looking away and you looked to everyone but none of them could look you in the eyes. Instantly, your tears welled in your eyes and ran down the side of your face, burning in cuts at the side of your face. “Its not that bad.” Mikey tried to calm you but that seemed to snap Leo. “Not that bad! Shes got 2 broken ribs, a broken leg, whip lashes, knife cuts, 2 black eyes, shes had scolding water poured down her throat, we had to put her into a medically induced coma for 2 weeks to stop her body from giving up and my name is CARVED INTO HER LEG!” Leo screamed at Mikey, his voice filled with pain and anguish. You squeezed your eyes shut as tears ran down your face. If you had been able to, you would have ran out the room. It sounded bad, really bad. “All because I couldn’t protect her.” Leo took you by surprise as you opened your eyes. All the guys looked guilty, even Splinter, but it wasn’t their fault. you decided that, because the shot Donnie had given you had worked really well and most of the pain was just a dull throb, you were going to sit up. You knew you were in a bed and could see the headrest. You were carful of your leg and the number of pipes that were in and out your body. Your hands weren’t sore and your arms had a dull pain, so you moved and pushed yourself up. Instantly, a number of hands started to help you, but there was very little they could do because of the cuts. But as you sat up and rested your back against the bedrest, you caught sight of yourself in a mirror across the room to your left. You looked beyond terrible. The skin that wasn’t covered with bandage was either a sickly pale colour or dark red from cuts. Both your eyes were black and purple and the bruising covered most of your nose. Your lips and mouth were bright red and blistered. You looked a lot skinny than you remembered. You clasped a cut covered hand over your mouth and flinched at the image so looked down, only to regret it. A small blanket covered your body apart from your legs. One leg had a plaster around it while the other was loosely wrapped in bandages. You pointed to the cast and looked to Donnie with a confused look. “Just before we got there, I think they were checking to see if you were faking.” Donnie explained and you were so glad you passed out when you did. you nodded to show you understood. glancing, you saw Leo was staring at you and you dropped his gaze, ducked your head and moved your hand up to cover part of your face. Your ribs and leg would heal, and so would the cuts with time. But not perfectly. Leo must have given a silent signal to the other as they left the room, leaving it just you and Leo. “[y/n]?” he called out, approaching the bed. You instantly looked at him, tears streaming down your cheek. You expected him to scold you for doing what you did. Or to tell you how horrible you looked or how bad you were. As he drew closer, you looked down. But he reached out and very, very gently lifted your chin. “you are still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” Leo spoke with love in his voice, something you hadn’t expect. “Im sorry. About everything. About getting you involved in all this. About yelling.” You couldn’t help but reach out and grab his hand in both of your hands, holding his hand to your cheek and smiling at him, silently accepting his apology. But that seemed to break him. He fell to his knees at the side of your bed, pulling your hand over and sobbing onto them. “How can you smile? I failed you. I let you get hurt. You nearly died in front of me.” Leo looked up. “If Raph, Donnie Mikey hadn’t turned up when they did, they would have killed you.” You moved your hand up to stroke his cheek with your thumb, trying to sooth him. But you smiled faltered and Leo saw that. “What?” He asked. You pulled one hand away from him and ran it over your face as you looked to the mirror. “I wont let it happen again.” Leo stood up so he could sit on the edge of your bed. “I wont let anyone ever hurt you again.” He promised you, drawing your attention back to him. “I don’t know what I would do without you.” He mumbled, reaching out to move some of your hair back from your shoulder. He didn’t care about the scars. In fact, he took them as more reason to protect you. They would be a reminder to him of how he (in his own mind) failed you and he would never let that happen again. “You need to sleep. You need to get better. I need you back by my side.” Leo smile a little and went to stand up but you grabbed his hand, pulling him back down. he instantly understood, but refused to lie down with you for fear he would hurt you. So he grabbed a chair and pulled it over to the top of the bed beside your head. As he did this, you pushed yourself down into the bed, pulling the covers up. “I love you.” You managed to say. “I love you more.” Leo smiled. He took your right hand in one of his hand and the other reached out to gently played with your hair which offered you a soothing calmness as you closed your eyes. “I’ll protect you.” Was the last thing you remembered Leo whispering to you.