#[ GET HER ON THE BOAT HURRY. he wants to show her :'( ]

[cynthiav06]

I have had up to here with people blaming Percy for absolutely no reason. How the hell is any of it his fault? Percy was all for saving Nico from the jar and agreed to help immediately. Don't spread misinformation. That scene and all scenes, including Nico's situations, involved Percy agreeing and worrying each time. Here are a few of those scenes. It's not all there's more, but these are the key ones:

Not the part about Sammy – that was still too painful to say out loud – but she told them about Gaia’s offer of a fake life, and the goddess’s claim that she’d captured her brother, Nico. Hazel didn’t want to keep that to herself. She was afraid the despair would overwhelm her. Percy rubbed his shoulders. His lips were blue. ‘You – you saved me, Hazel. We’ll figure out what happened to Nico, I promise.’ (Son of Neptune, Chapter 41)

I think my dad is turning a blind eye. I think – I think he wants me to find Nico.’ ‘We’ll find your brother,’ Percy promised. ‘As soon as the ship gets here, we’ll sail for Rome.’ (Son of Neptune, Chapter 52)

Huddled next to it was a dejected looking boy in tattered jeans, a black shirt, and an old aviator jacket. On his right hand, a silver skull ring glittered. “Nico,” Percy called. But the son of Hades couldn’t hear him. The container was completely sealed. The air was turning poisonous. Nico’s eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. He appeared to be meditating. His face was pale, and thinner than Percy remembered (…) “Nico,” Percy said, “where is this place? We’ll save you.…” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 13)

“He disappeared.” Hazel moistened her lips. “I’m afraid…I’m not sure, but I think something’s happened to him.” “We’ll look for him,” Percy promised. “We have to find the Doors of Death anyway.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 3)

Percy pointed at Piper’s dagger. “Tiberinus said you could find Nico’s location…you know, with that.” Piper bit her lip. The last thing she wanted to do was check Katoptris for more terrifying images. “I’ve tried,” she said. “The dagger doesn’t always show what I want to see. In fact, it hardly ever does.” “Please,” Percy said. “Try again.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

He told them about his dream—the twin giants planning a reception for them in an underground parking lot with rocket launchers; Nico di Angelo trapped in a bronze jar, slowly dying from asphyxiation with pomegranate seeds at his feet. Hazel choked back a sob. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)

Piper dropped the blade. “What’s wrong?” Jason asked. “It was showing us something.” Piper felt like the boat was back on the ocean, rocking under her feet. “We can’t go there.” Percy frowned. “Piper, Nico is dying. We’ve got to find him. Not to mention, Rome is about to get destroyed.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

“We should wait for the others,” she said. “Hazel, Frank, and Leo should be back soon.” “We can’t wait,” Percy insisted. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

The vision zoomed in again. Inside the jar, Nico di Angelo was curled in a ball, no longer moving, all the pomegranate seeds eaten. “We’re too late,” Jason said. “No,” Percy said. “No, I can’t believe that. Maybe he’s gone into a deeper trance to buy time. We have to hurry.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)

Otis trudged over to the dais, stopping occasionally to do a plié. He knocked over the jar, the lid popped off, and Nico di Angelo spilled out. The sight of his deathly pale face and too-skinny frame made Percy’s heart stop. Percy couldn’t tell whether he was alive or dead. He wanted to rush over and check, but Ephialtes stood in his way. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

At Otis’s feet, Nico shuddered. Percy felt like a hellhound hamster wheel somewhere in his chest had started moving again. At least Nico was alive. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

Jason and Piper closed ranks on either side of Percy (…)“We’re here,” Percy said, which sounded kind of obvious once he had said it. “Let our friend go.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

“Okay.” Percy decided not to comment on the Hawaiian shirt. “Now, about our friend…” “Oh, him,” Ephialtes sneered. “We were going to let him finish dying in public, but he has no entertainment value. He’s spent days curled up sleeping. What sort of spectacle is that? Otis, tip over the jar.” (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

Percy was ready to slice this giant in half and get out of there, but Otis was standing over Nico. If a battle started, Nico was in no condition to defend himself. Percy needed to buy him some recovery time.  (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

Percy glanced over at Nico, who was just starting to move. Percy wanted him to be at least conscious enough to crawl out of the way when the fighting started. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)

This was all despite the fact that Nico knew who Percy was and that he needed help when he was amnesiac and in Camp Jupiter and didn't do anything. [Look at it from Percy's perspective. He has helped Nico in the past and considers Nico a friend, and still, when he was at his lowest with no memory and in middle of nowhere fighting for his life or in enemy territory, Nico did little to help. Sure, maybe he couldn't reveal himself, but he still could have tried to help instead of just pretending he didn't know Percy and them avoiding him. Even if there was nothing Nico could do there, look at it from Percy's or even a general perspective and tell me it doesn't look wrong]

Also, the whole Percy promised to save Bianca to Nico is fundamentally incorrect. Percy knew the quest was hard, and there would be losses. He promised to do his best. And he did. It was not enough, but it is in no way Percy's fault. Even Bianca herself knew that. Stop projecting on her with your own opinions.

Also, remember Percy himself was 13 years old; a child himself who had to tell another child his sister was dead. As if Chiron shouldn't be doing that himself and taking responsibility. Percy did the hard thing and Nico obviously a child snapped at him and ran. He ran. None of them are wrong and neither of them should be blamed.

Mind you, Percy took the prophecy upon himself to protect Nico. He also kept Nico's parentage a secret from Chiron, someone Percy greatly respects out of care and protection for Nico. He looked everywhere for Nico and never once blamed him for some of the choices he made. In fact, despite having not been at fault, HE STILL TOOK RESPONSIBILITY FOR ALL OF IT AND FOR NICO HIMSELF.

Percy was the first to try and understand Nico, didn't blame him, didn't even get angry, and did everything to help, and YOU ARE BLAMING HIM?

Bianca was perfectly right to speak to Nico in front of Percy and ask him to forgive Percy, of course she would. Percy Jackson who owed them nothing and bore no responsibility for them did everything to take care of them and protect them and did so to Nico even when he switched sides and was actively trying to kill Percy. Tell me someone else who would be able to look past that? No one but Percy did. He literally went above and beyond for Nico and even included him IN HIS ONE WISH IN WHICH HE COULD HAVE ASKED ANYTHING HE WANTED BUT CHOSE TO ASK SOMETHING FOR OTHERS, FOR NICO DESPITE EVERYTHING THAT HAD HAPPENED.

You all just need someone to blame, and everyone just picks Percy; the one character who has literally nothing to do with half of the accusations against him. It's almost funny how far people go to implicate Percy in stuff he had no involvement and, in fact, did everything in his power to help with.

i think bianca di angelo would be so furious that they lost nico after she died. that he was able to just run away and get manipulated. (i know they looked for him, but *still*.) even though she was promised the camp would be a safe and accepting place for him. and dont get me started on how mad she’d be that the 7 (except hazel, of course, my angel) hesitated to save nico from that jar.

[seasailed]

honestly she just wants to see the boat

that's so many bingos??? A SIGN???

[poguehearted77]

Hi!! I've watched the scene where Sarah is starving and Rafe is pacing around and knowing he has cash in his pocket and doesn't care that his sister is starving and pregnant. I can't help but imagine it if it was reader, and they hooked up once twice or however you see fit, and she's pregnant with his baby.

Would it be any different? Could you write something about that? Take the idea and run with it because im bad at articulating 🤣

Oh yeah, Rafe is a class-A asshole, but he might show just a little remorse if the baby is his.

Love the requests, keep sending em' in!!

The Moroccan sun was beating down on the group relentlessly, sweating you out and drying you up with the shine of its bright light. The only reason your sweat wasn't dripping off you was because it was quickly soaked up into the modest fabrics around your head.

You'd been travelling tirelessly for the last few days, dangerously too, if you might add. The boat nearly capsized multiple times just trying to make it to Morocco. As if the boat ride wasn't abhorrent enough with your seasickness....and morning sickness...

The constant smell of saltwater and the rocking of the ship had amplified the awful experience and you would spend the first hour in the bathroom regurgitating your insides every morning. It was not fun.

None of the pogues know you're pregnant. Although, Cleo was on to you. One pregnancy was more than enough for the group to worry about. You figured this was something you'd keep to yourself despite the fact the father is currently trekking with you through the hot sands.

The day was only getting hotter. You're thirsty, your lungs hurt and it felt like your own organs were weighing you down. You naturally began to fall behind the group, little by little until the gap was hard to ignore.

"Come on, Y/n. We're not far from the city, just a few more miles." Pope encouraged but it triggered a laboured breath. You're exhausted. A small smile crept on your lips when you noticed John B holding Sarah's hand the whole time, never letting her out of his sight.

For what feels like the eighth time, Rafe looks over his shoulder, more annoyed than ever. "Jeez, would you hurry it up?" You scoff, mustering up enough energy to kick up some sand at his legs. "Nice. Real mature, Y/n." His sarcasm rolls off his tongue and you ignore him as you walk past him.

Once you finally made it into the city, you all needed something to eat. Sarah wasn't feeling so great and neither were you. Babies are nothing but greedy entities consuming all the nutrients you need.

You leaned against the cool rock wall, watching the others run off to help themselves to a five-finger discount. With your eyes closed, you tried to distract yourself from the ache in your abdomen. Not sure if it was the baby or your hunger, possibly a mix of both.

Without even realizing it, you let a hand rest lightly over your stomach. It was still early, you weren't showing and you thank god.

"We're wasting time!" You hear Rafe yell, it doesn't even faze you. He's somewhere near you when he mumbles to himself, "Sitting around on the streets when we should be going after Groff, unbelievable."

What was supposed to be a quick glance your way turns into an elongated stare. His eyes raked over your posture, your shut eyes, brows crunched in distress. He slowly looks down at the placement of your hand.

"Y/n." He says, tugging you into a corner out of sight from the others and you swat him. He shockingly accepts the reprimands and backs off, taking a step back. "What do you want, Rafe?" Your arms cross, waiting for him to say something.

"Is it mine?" Your arms fall slowly, caught, but you deny it. "I don't know what you're talking about." Hardly able to take two steps away before he's barricading you in the corner with his body.

"Don't bullshit me, Y/n. The baby. Is it mine?" You chew on your lower lip, avoiding his chilling gaze. Apparently, that was enough confirmation. "How long have you known?" He takes on a defensive stance.

How the hell were you supposed to know the answer to that? The last week alone has blurred together in memories of rough waters and dry deserts.

All you knew was it happened sometime between the various times you and Rafe swore it would be the last time you fooled around. Unsure if it was the time on his yacht, in the back of his truck or one of the dozen times you somehow ended up in his bed when you swore you were only in figure eight for a 'walk'.

The group had no idea the two of you had been involved with each other aside from the occasionally tense argument, but anyone could admit the two of you can't seem to stay away from one another.

"I dunno, a month maybe?" He pressed both hands to his forehead, fingers spread wide, and slowly dragged them down, smearing the tension all the way to his chin.

"Let's go." His grip on your hand forces you to follow his long strides between the bustling kiosks until you land inside a Delhi. You're too stuck inside your own mind to process what was happening until you watched Rafe lift the bottom of his shirt, revealing a fanny pack with a considerable amount of money.

"Of course. Of course, you had money this whole time! Of course, you let the others go stealing--!" He hushes you as the owner flashes you a look of concern, "Listen, I'm not the one who told those pogues to go looting. I've got money for more important shit than their sad jewel hunt." He explains, paying for the items with a small nod of gratitude towards the man.

Turning to you, he placed a sandwich in one hand, and a cool bottle of water in the other. "This," He starts, his palm gently resting against your stomach. For the first time in a long time, his brows relax and his gaze softens when he looks at you. "This is more important."

[ckret2]

In honor of the fact that this week we're back to present day, I present you a lovingly rendered illustration in which absolutely nothing of interest is happening.

Welcome back to that fic about human Bill Cipher being the Mystery Shack's prisoner, but like, it's a kinda chill prisoner situation now, chapter 79 (we updated the numbering). Nothing happens this chapter! They return from fishing, a goat bothers Bill, fish are deboned, Bill and Dipper experience a moment of common ground and hate it, Mabel misunderstands mermaid reproduction, Bill lies to Stan about Chinese philosophy, and Ford and Bill discuss the mysterious lack of pockets in women's pants.

I'm deliberately picking the most mundane parts of this chapter but seriously not a bunch happens this week. We're easing back into things after the roller coaster that was the Axolotl arc... and more importantly, we're setting up for next chapter.

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When they'd parked at the shack, the Ramirezes got out of the truck with no trouble; but as soon as Bill stepped foot on the ground, Gompers was butting into his leg and bleating.

"Hey, what—?"

Gompers shoved his nose into Bill's palm and licked his fingers.

He jerked his fingers out of range. "Whoa, hairy. A little personal space. I had one snack for you, that's it."

Gompers stared at him reproachfully.

Well, if he wanted more, the nutrition pill Bill fed him before the fishing trip must not have had any ill effects. The pills passed the poison test; Ford hadn't been trying to pull the old "wrap a drug in cheese to sneak it down the throat of a dog or recalcitrant psych ward patient" trick.

Either that, or the pills were laced with something a goat wouldn't readily notice. Or Ford had only poisoned a couple and was willing to wait for Bill to do himself in at some random point in the future.

Bill decided to add the nutrition pills to his emergency supplies anyway. There might be a day when he'd need that food badly enough to risk it.

"Do I look like your private chef?" He pushed Gompers's nose aside. "Get outta here."

Gompers bleated petulantly and sulked his way toward the forest.

"Bill!" Mabel shouted at him from over the roof of Stan's car. "Why didn't you tell me you have a birthmark!"

"A—? What, you mean this?" He gestured in a line from his left shoulder to his right hip, following the path of the fatal wound that had cracked his soul in half. "Nobody told me I was supposed to!" Right, she hadn't had a chance to see the mark until the fishing boat got back, and then they were all distracted by the circling threat of taxpayer-funded eagles. She'd better not get fixated on his rebirthmark. Just talking about it made the cracked edges of his death wound itch beneath his shirt.

"It's cool! It looks like the Milky Way!"

Bill considered that. "Huh! Whaddaya know! I guess it kinda does." Just the thought that the crack in his soul was full of stars made it itch less. He smiled.

"I guess it's something you have in common with Dipper."

He stopped smiling. He caught Dipper's eye, they mutually grimaced, and Dipper tugged his hat down lower over his forehead and hurried indoors.

Bill said, "If you start calling me 'Milky,' I'll—" Well, he couldn't threaten to kill her, she'd never believe that. "I'll uncap all your markers and leave them in the sun."

"What! I wasn't going to, jeez."

As Bill caught up with Mabel—waiting for him out on the porch after the other adults had filed in—he distracted her from his heinous threat by poking her in the arm and saying, "Hey, I saw you make the catch of the day! Nice work, Shooting Star."

Her face lit up. "Yeah, look!" As they walked inside, she pulled out all her photos and shuffled through them until she found the one showing off her catch. "Isn't he amazing? He'd make beautiful baby mermaids."

Bill had just received a fleeting glimpse into a fantastical world inside Mabel's mind where mermaid reproduction was much more fascinating than it was in reality. He decided it would be a crime to correct her. "Boy, you're telling me."

He was trying to figure out how to casually work the suggestion that the golden trout was sacred to the Masons into the conversation when Mabel gave him a mischievous grin and said, "And I saw yooou talking to Wendy's friends. About yourself."

Bill's heart leaped into his throat. "You what? No you didn't. What?"

"Yeah you diiid! Telling them all about how you met the 'triangle guy'?" Mabel gave him the biggest most obvious wink in the history of unsubtle subtle looks.

"How...?"

"Oh yeah, didn't I mention?" Mabel said casually, examining her nails. "I'm psychic now."

Bill gaped at her as he mentally ran through all the possible timelines he knew of where Mabel gained psychic powers and tried to figure out which one they'd veered into. Had she gotten a wish out of the golden trout after all—?

She burst out laughing. "You bought it!" She stuffed the photos away, dropped onto the sofa, and pulled out her phone. "No, I'm in a group chat with Tambry. She's my meme dealer."

"Oh." Well, now he felt stupid. He knew about that meme chat. He griped, "You're playing dirty."

In response to this dire accusation, Mabel blew a raspberry. She held her phone up to Bill. "Look!" He sat by her to look.

Tambry had sent a message that read "u & ur bro looked sooooo cool out there (lol not)" accompanied by the video she'd taken of Mabel and Dipper trying to arm wrestle Bigflipper. Faintly in the background of the audio, Bill could hear Nate and Robbie talking: "Hey Robbie, think I could beat him?" "Pfff, no," then Tambry's much clearer voice, "Bet Wendy could."

And then his own voice, obviously talking twice as loud as the teens even though he was farther from the mic than Tambry: "Buuut anyway, yeah, I might've talked to the triangle guy a couple, several times."

Mabel's snicker drowned out Nate's response.

Bill shoved her head. "Hey, they're the ones that started talking about me! They were dying to talk about me!"

"Sure, Bill." Mabel elbowed him. "Hey, want me to see if I can get them to invite you to hang out?"

"Hmm! Is Tambry the kind of teen that isn't too proud to take advice from a 13-year-old?" Not that he didn't like the offer, but Bill could hardly accept Mabel's help if it would lower his coolness in the eyes of his budding worshipers.

"Oh yeah, she's fine! She commissioned matching gothy friendship bracelets for her and Robbie."

Then Tambry would probably go along with it. "Great. You're officially my agent now." 

"Yesss!"

The harder question was whether Ford would go with it. "Buuut let's hold off on arranging anything. I don't think my reputation would ever recover if they invite me out and I have to tell them I can't come out to play because I'm still grounded." He supposed if the teens ever met up at night, he could sneak out; but eventually somebody in the shack would desperately need to talk to him at 3 a.m., and once they knew he had a way to escape unaided he'd have no choice but to bail on the town and move in with his cultists before the Pines could lock him up again. His cult would be far more accommodating hosts—but that would set his progress back significantly. Besides, the self-professed Cipherwives were desperately clingy in a way that was only sexy for the first week or two before it started to get grating. He'd prefer to deal with them in short bursts.

"Right," Mabel groaned. "If you don't get out soon, it'll mess up all my plans!"

"Oh, yeah?" He was pleasantly surprised to hear she was up to some sort of mischief that needed his unique capabilities. "What kind of plans?"

"No kind until you're free." She frowned, chin in her hands. "How do we get them to okay you going outside more...?"

Bill could feel the muscles in one cheek work as his mouth twisted into a rueful half smile. "If I think of anything, you'll be the first to know."

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"Heya, St—"

"Stay outta the kitchen," Stan snapped.

Bill froze with one foot through the doorway. "Whoa, you're really ramping up my food restrictions."

"No! I'm using a knife, I don't want you near it." He waved the knife demonstratively. He was currently deboning the fish they'd caught at the lake.

"Aww, so thoughtful of you! But you don't need to worry about me, I know how to handle myself around a knife."

"Uh-huh, that's what I'm afraid of."

Bill sighed loudly, leaned in the doorway, and crossed his ankles.

He watched Stan work for a couple of minutes. "Wow. You're so slow at this."

"Shut up," Stan said, squinting as he tried to pick the ribs out of his current fish.

"I'm falling asleep watching you."

"I'd like to see you do better!"

"I could do better! I could debone a guy in seconds."

"Ha."

"No knife. Just my bare hands."

"Ha!"

"Zhuang Zi wrote about the technique." Loftily, Bill added, "That's a Chinese philosopher, by the way, since I know  you don't know. See the trick is you've got to slide your fingernails into the gaps between the meat and the bone—"

Stan smacked down the half-deboned fish, gestured at it, and said, "All right. Then let's see you do it." He stared expectantly at Bill.

Bill stared back.

Stan kept on staring. He spread his hands. Well?

Bill said, "All right, get over here."

"Why?"

"So I can debone you, genius."

Stan paused, debating whether he was willing to call Bill's bluff and risk the possibility that he did know some kind of deboning magic; then he marched up to Bill, crossed his arms, and said, "All right. Do your worst."

Bill eyed him warily. "Fine. Hold on." He stuck the tip of his thumb between his teeth.

"What—what are you doing?"

Between gritted teeth, Bill said, "What do you think, Goofus? Getting a fingernail I can slide between your meat and bones." He pulled out his thumb to give it an irritated look. "Wow, this one's stuck on tight." Back to biting.

"Forget it." Knowing Bill, he really would bite off his own thumbnail just to prove a point.

"Too scared to risk it, coward?"

"No, I just need my bones today." Stan returned to the fish and resumed deboning. "Whaddaya want, anyway. Trying to get in the fridge?"

"No, I'm here about the fish." Bill pointed at the pile of discarded bits growing by Stan's elbow. "If you're not using the heads and spines, I want them."

Stan looked at him suspiciously. "What for?"

"Funsies."

"What?"

"Fun," Bill said, "sies."

"That's not a word."

"Fine. Secret esoteric demon purposes."

"Why would I let you take them for demon purposes!"

Maybe that hadn't been the best excuse he could have pulled out. He decided to double down on it. "Oh, so suddenly this household is prejudiced against demons?"

Stan could sense a looming stupid argument. He decided he wanted nothing to do with it. "Are you gonna use them to stink up the place?"

"Not deliberately."

"Are they for some... curse or hex or something?"

"Nope!"

"Are you gonna injure or kill anyone."

"I feel like I'm letting you down, Stanley! Tell you what, give me three minutes and I'm sure I can think of a way to murder you with a fish head."

"Just take the dumb things."

"So generous of you." Bill swooped in to scoop up the heads and spines (while Stan held the filet knife well out of Bill's reach) and, rather than ask Stan to open one of the cabinets for him, grabbed a couple of dirty bowls from the sink and a bottle of dish soap so he could scrub them himself. "Enjoy your fish mutilation! I know I will!"

He washed the bowls in the bathroom and half filled one with water—as much as it infuriated him, it really wasconvenient to be able to access the main bathroom without having to ask—and returned to his room. He tugged the console table from the wall to beside his sofa, set the bowls on it, and started picking the meat Stan had missed off the spines. (He wished he could still debone a man in seconds.)

He'd hardly cleaned a few ribs when he saw Ford ducking into the room a few minutes in the future. He sighed. Really? What did Ford want. Bill kept working as he awaited the arrival, but now he was irritated about it.

Footsteps trudged up the stairs; and Ford pulled open the curtain. "Bill—" Ford yanked shut the curtain. "Why! Aren't you wearing a top!"

"To make sure you never forget to knock before barging into my room again!" Bill pulled his t-shirt back on and called sweetly, "Come in."

Ford peeked through the curtain to make sure Bill had replaced his shirt and hadn't done something like remove his bikini bottom. Bill pretended he wasn't paying attention to Ford's reaction. He kept picking off meat as he said, "I'm still better dressed than you, at least." (Ford had pulled on the coat he'd retrieved from Bigflipper without washing it, and was wearing the one brown boot he'd fished out of the lake with one black boot.) "You smell like five different gallons of stink in a two ounce cologne bottle."

"Don't act like you care." Ford apparently concluded it was safe to re-enter. His face was bright red and twice as stern-looking as it had been the first time. Hilarious how humans' capillaries did that. His eyes caught on the bowl of fish bits, and he asked warily, "What do you have those for?"

Bill picked up one of the fish heads, made direct eye contact with Ford, popped out one of its eyeballs, and ate it.

"Oh." If Bill didn't know better, he would have thought Ford looked disappointed. (What, because he couldn't yell at Bill about using magic in the shack?)

"If that's all you wanted to know..." Bill gestured toward the stairs.

"No, actually. Just—got distracted."

"By what?" Bill batted his eyelashes. "Saw something you liked?"

Witheringly, Ford said, "You know I didn't." (Bill barked a laughed. Yeah, he did know.) "No, I uh..." He grimaced. "I needed to... ask for—information."

The smirk faded from Bill's face. "Oh. Did you." He returned his attention to picking flesh from fish bones. "Well, isn't that a shame! Because I'm not holding office hours. The professor's retired."

"It could affect you, too."

Bill rolled his eye spectacularly. "Fine." He flicked a needle-thin rib bone toward Ford. "State your case."

"Those government agents who were at the beach," Ford said. "The same ones that were here last summer. What do they want? Where are they from?"

Oh, them. No surprise that the humans were worried, though. Bill himself didn't know what could possibly have brought the eagles to town unless it was Trembley (which didn't seem likely to take them to the lake) or the portal (which Bill did not want them to meddle with).

Truth be told, seeing them made Bill nervous, too. "All right," he said. "I can tell you something about them."

"What?"

"You're wrong: they don't affect me too!" Bill waved cheerily at Ford. "Byyye! Leave." Truth be told be damned, who wanted to tell the truth?

"Oh, come on, you have to give me something," Ford said. "That's what you do. You—you taunt! Drop hints!"

"And look where that got me!" He gestured theatrically at his surroundings. "Stuck in a sack of meat on Earth's ugliest couch! When's the last time that giving you my knowledge benefitted me?"

Coldly, Ford said, "I believe it was when you conned me into building your portal so you could invade my universe."

"Yeah, see?" Bill said. "It's been over thirty years since I got anything in return for teaching you! Everything I've told you since then has been used against me."

Ford took in a deep breath, held it for a moment as he thought, and let a long, frustrated sigh out his nostrils. Humans breathed so expressively. "The last time you didn't share what you knew, you almost got us all killed by an invisible axolotl."

Bill fixed Ford with a sharp look. "Oh! So if I don't tell you what you want to know, you're planning to drag me on another forced march!"

Ford winced. Oh good, his conscience had finally kicked in. "No. I'm not."

"Great! Because I've decided if you ever do that again, I'd rather die and take my chances with the afterlife. And then we both get to find out whether I get my real form back."

"Noted."

"Got any better offers?"

Ford thought. He rummaged around in his pockets. "I haaave... Bigflipper's wallet?"

"Ooh." Bill eyed it. "Real leather?"

Ford flipped it open. "There's a stamp that says 'Vera Pelle'."

"Oooh, Italian leather," Bill said. "You speak Italian with a bad Latin accent, by the way."

"I didn't ask. Is this good enough?"

"Wallet with its contents?"

"Just the wallet, for starters." He flipped through the wallet's contents as he said, "We discuss the rest for more information." He saw something he apparently liked, made a little impressed noise, and took one of Bigflipper's cards to slip into his pocket.

Bill was loath to give Ford anything. But now that they were hopefully past the point where Ford felt like he had the moral high ground if he refused Bill's terms by dropping him in an ice cold bath tub, it might be to Bill's benefit if he could finally train Ford to expect favors for favors. "I can give you their department's name."

"If I have their name, is that enough information to find out anything useful about them?"

Probably not! "That's your problem, not mine."

Ford shut the wallet. "Either increase your offer or no deal."

Oh, the little snot thought he got to negotiate? "Eh." Bill shrugged. "What do I need a wallet for anyway? It's not like women's clothing has pockets to keep it in."

Ford sighed in frustration. "Do you even know who they are?"

"Do I know who they are?! Do you know who you're talking to? I've taken control of their secretary while she was getting her appendix out! I... Oh! Nope, you're not tricking me into that!" Bill waved Ford away. "Get out of here. I'm not giving you anything."

"Fine. Sorry I asked." Ford pushed through the curtain and left.

And was back a moment later. Bill stared at him expectantly.

Tentatively, Ford asked, "Does women's clothing really not have pockets?"

"They're either tiny or decorative."

"Really? Why?"

"So Big Fashion can sell 'em purses."

"Huh." Ford considered that as he let the curtain fall shut again.

There went Bill again, showing off how much he knew. "Hey—you owe me two bucks for that pearl of wisdom!" Well, he'd just refuse to tell Ford anything next time until he'd paid for the pocket thing.

He turned back to his fish bones. Now that Ford was gone and he wouldn't be interrupted for a while, he could actually get to work.

He cracked open the four fish skulls and carefully scraped their brains into the empty bowl; and then took the first of the spines he'd cleaned off, cracked open the vertebrae along the neural canal, and scraped the spinal cord into the bowl as well. He got to work cleaning the next spine off enough to retrieve its spinal cord.

In his true, proper, triangular form, when he was a being of pure energy unencumbered by mortal flesh and bone, he could invade and control anything with neurons. (Potentially, anyway. If someone else was already using those neurons, Bill had to get their soul out of the way before he could fully take over—but that didn't apply to four dead fish.) He'd had a little book made some centuries ago, in fact, that operated on the same principle: a book whose pages were made out of pulped and pureed human brains, so that Bill could remotely control the pages, see through them, and change their very contents. It was a masterpiece of necromantic magic; a human body disassembled and rebuilt—brain, spine, skin, eyes, blood, teeth—into an awful awesome tome; a miraculous product of interdimensional enchantments and alchemical science; and far and away the coolest coffee table book Bill had ever owned.

It had also been less than worthless. What a waste of perfectly good pulped brains. If he'd used them to print postcards to solicit mail-in political donations they wouldn't have been half as useless. He wasn't even sure what dimension the dumb book had ended up in.

Still. He kinda missed his cool, useless coffee table book. And even though a book of neurons couldn't do anything for him now, if he ever got back his possession powers (when, he reminded himself—when, when, when, not "if," when), it might be useful to have a book designed for that purpose already prepared. Maybe gifted to his cultists, so he could keep in contact with them?

And it would be really satisfying to turn one of Ford's own precious journals into another of Bill's puppets.

Once he'd retrieved all the spinal cords, he poured a little water at a time from the other bowl, mashing the brains and cords and mixing them into a thinner and thinner slurry. He had to make enough of this stuff to let him spread it across every page in Journal 4, but he wasn't sure how much he could dilute the neurons before there wouldn't be enough per page to let Bill control them. Usually he could just check by slipping right into the neurons and seeing if he had enough there to work with, but that wasn't exactly an option right now.

There'd be more brains later. For now, he'd just do what he could.

As he retrieved Journal 4 from its hiding spot, he mused to himself that things really were starting to turn around. A month ago, if he'd tried to drive Ford out of the room by doing something as simple as taking a layer of fabric off his torso, he had no doubt that Ford not only would have refused to leave, but might even have found some way to punish Bill for daring to try to weaponize his own body and the humans' taboos around it. But no—he'd immediately backed out of the room, and hadn't even tried to spout any tedious nonsense about not being able to trust Bill with as basic a privilege as privacy in his own room. Bill hadn't expected Ford not to argue.

Good news: it meant that the Pines were starting to subconsciously treat him like a person instead of like an animal, if they were now including him in their nudity taboo.

Bad news: it meant they were seeing him as human.

Well—take any silver linings you can find and ignore the clouds. The more they saw him as a human, the less they'd try to prevent him from escaping his human body.

Bill popped another fish eye in his mouth, glanced toward the future to make sure nobody would come by for a while, and started painting brains onto Journal 4's pages.

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Thanks for reading, looking forward to hearing y'all's comments! Next chapter is the start of the arc y'all have been waiting for since like April last year: Bill Cipher seduces a government agent.

[kwanisms]

Kinktober 「10:19」 — c.seungcheol

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➮ merman!Seungcheol × fem!Reader wc: 2.7k summary: It’s been a few weeks since Y/N last came to the small seaside town where her boyfriend resides and suffice it to say, he’s missed her greatly. genres/themes/au: smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, supernatural and horror themes; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! kinktober taglist is CLOSED! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you.  MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: i wasn’t sure what direction i wanted to go in with this but I’m happy with the way it went. As usual, Cheol gets the daddy treatment. I swear one of these days I won’t write him with a daddy kink. It just fits so fucking well. This is kinda self indulgent but I hope my s.coups stan readers enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing! Thank you for reading. Next part of Kinktober is Wooyoung and is kinda similar to this in that he’s a siren! as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), daddy kink, choking (f receiving), unprotected sex (pls use protection. Cheol doesn’t need it. He’s a merman lol), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f receiving), sex on a boat, use of pet names (babe, sweetheart, angel, pearl, etc.), and i think i got them all. if i missed any, please let me know!  kinks: Daddy kink + choking dialogue prompt: ❛❛ Baby, I asked you a question. If you know what’s good for you, you better answer me.❜❜

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“Fuck,” you groaned as you pulled into a parking space. “I’m so fucking late!” You grabbed your things, rushing to get out of the car and rush to the trunk, glancing up at the sky as you pulled your suitcase out of the trunk, slamming it shut before hurrying across the parking lot.

The wind swirled around you, the smell of sea water permeating the air as you headed for the marina, suitcase in tow. The sun was beginning to set and you only had a few hours to get to the islet before sundown if you wanted to dock safely.

As you crossed the gangway, you felt a chill creep in, the clouds moving in as gulls flew overhead, calling out in successive squawks. You reached the door to the marina office, pulling it open and stepped over the threshold into the small building, smiling at the man behind the counter as he read a newspaper, looking over you with an unamused expression.

“Hi,” you said breathlessly as you walked to the counter, pulling your suitcase. “I have a reservation.” The man glanced at your suitcase, your choice of attire before he set his newspaper aside. “Name?” he asked in a monotonous voice.

As you gave him your name, he checked the book, brows raising as he found your reservation. “You’re a regular,” he noted as he started filling out the paperwork. He went over the papers, having you sign and date the appropriate documents before he handed over the keys. “I don’t think you need me to tell you to be careful,” he started. “But it’s getting rough out there,” he added.

You thanked him, promising that you weren’t going far and you’d be safe.

He showed you to the boat that was yours for the duration of your trip and went over the typical safety stuff. After a thorough last minute lesson, not that you needed it, you thanked him, boarded the boat and put your things down below in the cabin before setting off, casting off from the dock and slowly taking the boat out to sea.

You followed your GPS, remembering exactly where the islet was located.

You knew by memory how to get there but having the extra tools was nice.

The sun was at the horizon by the time the rocky shore of the small island came into view and you carefully maneuvered to the old wooden dock, tossing the rope to pull yourself parallel with the dock.

Once the boat was securely docked, you went down into the cabin to change, hoping that you weren’t too late.

Seungcheol had spent the last couple weeks patrolling the waters of the sleepy seaside town he called home. Not that he actually lived in town. No, how could he? His home was the water. He’d been expecting you to show up for two weeks now and still there had been no sign of you. Not a word, not a whisper. He was starting to get worried.

As he watched the marina, he saw no movement, the sun almost completely below the horizon. He let out a frustrated groan, diving below the surface of the icy water as he headed for the islet, hoping that maybe he just missed you and that you were already there.

As he neared the islet, he surfaced, squinting in the darkness and saw a boat moored at the dock, his heart leaping in his chest as a smile spread across his face, the urge to do a happy dance taking over him before he pushed it down and dove under the water once more, swimming straight for the boat.

You had just finished eating dinner and washed the dishes when you heard a thump against the side of your boat. Getting up from the bed, you climbed the steps to the deck, turning on the search light and moving it around, shining it over the water.

There was another thump and you quickly grabbed the handheld torch, turning it on with a click and walking over to the starboard side to peer over the railing at the water below. There was a splash and a flash of a dark shadow but you couldn’t see anything else.

Another thump came but from the port side this time, so you crossed over, about to shine a light when you heard another knock on the starboard side and you stopped, letting out a sigh of frustration.

“Choi Seungcheol, stop fucking with me,” you snapped, your voice loud in the darkness over the sound of the waves lapping at the rocks. The thumping stopped followed by the sound of someone blowing raspberries from the stern. You walked towards the back where the ladder was and peered over the edge to find looking back at you the familiar face of the man you’d come to see.

You could see his tail, scales glittering in the beam of your light.

“Stop playing around and get up here,” you said, rolling your eyes as you turned and started to head back towards the steps to the cabin. “There’s clean, dry clothes and a towel on the bridge.”

You climbed down the steps as you heard him follow you, climbing the ladder. You could hear him above deck, moving about as he dragged himself along before the sound was replaced with footsteps.

Moments later, he appeared, barefoot and dressed in the clothes you left for him as he dried his hair and joined you below deck. “Hey,” he said breathlessly. “Hi,” you said as you sat back down on the bed. He ran the towel over his hair once more as he looked around. “Nice boat,” he said as he inspected. “How long do you have it for?”

“Just the week,” you said as you picked up your laptop, continuing to scroll through the page of real estate. Seungcheol tossed the towel in the hamper and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge. You turned to look at him, the end of a pen between your teeth as you wrote down in a notebook. 

His hair was still damp, some of it sticking to his forehead. The pale blue shirt you’d given him was sticking to his body in places that had still been wet when he put it on. Your eyes roamed over his toned chest and arms, the fabric seeming to stretch over his muscles.

“So,” he started as he glanced at your screen. “Find anything yet?” he asked. You shook your head, turning your attention back to the laptop. “No,” you answered, brow furrowing as you tried to focus. “Everything is out of my price range.” You let out a sigh of frustration.

“I might have to find something outside of town…”

Seungcheol glanced at you, a frown appearing on his face. You looked at him, finding him already staring at you. “What?” you asked. “What if I got a job?” he asked. You stared at him incredulously. “A job?” you asked, clarifying that you had heard him correctly. He nodded. “I could help bring money in and then you could afford a place in town.”

You shook your head. “That would take you from the ocean,” you answered. “I’m not doing that to you,” you added as you turned your attention back to the computer screen. “I just want you close,” he admitted. You smiled at him. “I know, baby,” you replied. “I’ll figure it out. Don’t worry.”

Seungcheol fell silent as you continued to scroll through the listings. He watched the way your tongue danced around the end of the pen and he felt himself starting to grow hard at the thought of your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock instead. He cleared his throat.

“Sweetheart?” he said softly.

You didn’t look at him, instead humming in response as you kept your attention focused on the screen. “I haven’t seen you in almost a year,” he continued. “Could we put the laptop away for a bit?” You glanced up at him, eyes wide. “Oh, right,” you said as you shut the laptop and set it on the shelf inside the headboard, pulling the pin from your mouth. “Sorry,” you said as you moved closer, one of your hands sliding up his bicep to the side of his neck before pulling him in for a kiss.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured against your lips, one of his hands moving to the small of your back. “I missed you too,” you replied. You took his face between your hands, pulling him with you as you leaned back against the pillows, forcing him to climb over you, settling between your thighs as his tongue slipped into your mouth, caressing your own.

“Fuck I’ve missed you,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck. “Miss your face.” He kissed your neck. “Missed your voice.” He placed a kiss against your shoulder. “Missed your body.” His kisses traveled further down over your cloth covered chest and stomach. “Missed having you under me,” he groaned, bumping his nose against your mound, inhaling sharply.

“Missed tasting you, touching you, teasing you,” he said as his hands moved, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and tugging them down, pulling your panties down with them. You parted your thighs as he tossed your clothes aside licking his lips as he got an eyeful of your cunt. “Missed this,” he whispered, parting your folds and running his tongue from your slit to your clit, letting out a groan at the taste of you.

You let out a moan, head falling back as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking softly before teasing with his tongue in slow circles and licks. Your fingers combed through his hair as your chest rose and fell with your breathing. “Cheollie,” you moaned, stroking his hair as he continued to make out with your pussy, lewdly licking and slurping at your clit as he groaned against you.

“Cheollie,” you breathed out again, back arching slightly as he flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Hmm?” he answered. “I need you, baby,” you whined. Seungcheol chuckled, flattening his tongue as he pressed it against your clit, shaking his head, looking at you with dark eyes, pupils blown with lust as he continued to lick and suck. 

“Cheollie,” you whined. He pulled back “That’s not my name, baby,” he said in a stern voice. “You know what to call me.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “Daddy please,” you whined. Seungcheol’s response was immediate, his tongue back on you in an instant. It didn’t take him long to have you on the edge once more, holding your hips down as his tongue played with your clit until you finally came, thighs squeezing his head as he lapped at your cunt repeatedly.

He finally pulled away, moving his hands to undo his shirt, shrugging it off and throwing it to the floor before moving to undo the ties of his shorts, pushing them down as well, his thick cock springing back up as it was freed.

He kicked the shorts to the floor as you sat up before ripping your shirt off over your head, laying your bare body back against the sheets as he moved between your thighs. He took his cock in his hand, giving himself a few languid strokes as he lined the tip with your entrance.

“You ready, baby?” he asked. You hummed in response, wiggling your hips, silently begging for him to finally give in and sink his thick cock into your aching cunt. Seungcheol let out an exasperated sigh, leaning forward to grab your face, squishing your cheeks together.

“Baby, I asked you a question. If you know what’s good for you, you better answer me.”

You nodded. “Y-yes daddy,” you murmured, looking back up at him with excited eyes. Seungcheol pulled back, pressing the head of his cock against your slit, keeping his eyes trained on you and holding your gaze as he started to lean forward.

You groaned as he pushed into you. Once his cockhead was nestled in your cunt, he moved his hands to the backs of your thighs, pushing them against you as he sank further into your walls, his thick cock filling your pussy and dragging against your walls until he bottomed out.

“God I missed you,” he breathed out, eyes fluttering shut as he rested, letting you adjust to the intrusion. It had been over a year since you’d been intimate and the first time always stung due to his size. Your hand moved over his, sliding up to his forearm and giving it a slight squeeze.

“Okay, daddy,” you moaned. “I’m ready.”

Seungcheol pulled back with a sigh before sinking his cock back into you, letting out a groan as he filled you with one, slow stroke. “Fuck, princess,” he groaned. “You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight around daddy’s cock.” He gave you another thrust before setting a steady pace, pumping in and out of your tight heat. 

Sex with your boyfriend was always an experience as he preferred quality over quantity. It wasn’t about how many strokes it took to have you coming undone but how well he angled those strokes or how hard they were. If he wanted, he could have you cumming on his cock in as little as ten thrusts. He’d done it before. He knew your body better than anyone, even you.

The first time you had sex had been on the beach in the dead of night. One minute, he’d taken you out to a hidden cove to look at the stars and the next he was balls deep inside you, murmuring between kisses how much he loved you. It had been a rather sandy affair and he promised the next time, he’d plan a little better.

The next time, he didn’t plan better and ended up fucking you roughly against some rocks from behind half in the water. That was the first time he fucked you without changing, his cock emerging from its sheath inside his body. He found you quite liked that and thought it was extremely erotic. Any chance he got to fuck you in his true form, he took it, even if it meant you had to be partially submerged.

The next time he got you naked, was on the boat you were renting at the time. It was smaller and more cramped but he enjoyed every second of it. It was around that time that he discovered you had a few particularly interesting likes in the bedroom so to speak.

He learned that you liked being dominated. You loved being held down and pleasured until you couldn’t take it anymore. You loved when he wrapped his fingers around your throat or filled your mouth with them. You showed him quickly that you liked it raw, filthy, and were open to a lot of new things.

Seungcheol let out a growl as your walls clamped around his cock as you teetered on the edge, moaning for him over and over in a chant like you were in prayer. Your hand found his, grabbing his wrist and guided his hand to your throat. 

His fingers squeezed, cutting off the oxygen to your brain and you finally came, crying out for him, cunt convulsing around his thick cock. He fucked you through it before setting a faster more rough pace, pounding into you. You’d gotten yours and now it was his turn.

“Such a dirty little girl,” he groaned, slamming into you as he kept a tight hold on your throat. “Likes it when daddy chokes her until she cums. Can you give me another one?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the sound of his skin against yours.

You nodded, head lolling as his thrusts grew in intensity and power. “Then give me another, baby. Cum on daddy’s cock.” Your thighs shook as you tried to close them but Seungcheol kept a tight hold on you, one hand on your thigh, the other on your neck as he fucked you through another orgasm before he finally came, releasing into you with a groan as his hot seed filled your walls.

He continued to thrust a few more times before he finally stilled, panting as he released your throat, his hand moving back to your thigh to spread your legs open as he looked down where his cock disappeared into your hole, a ring of cum around the base of his cock.

“You made a mess all over daddy’s cock, princess,” he murmured. You looked up at him through half open eyes as he looked up to meet your gaze. “Sorry, daddy,” you breathed. “S’okay, baby,” he said with a smile as he slowly pulled out of you.

“I like it when you make a mess.”

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[deadpool15]

Unexpected Visitor P2.

Before I knew it, two men had just pushed me in the ground, hurting my stomach in the process causing me to scream out the first name that came to mind. “MANNY”.

Abruptly the phone call ended, I had never felt a sense of fear like this before. Not me for me though, my child. Right before Armando went to prison I wanted to tell him about the kid but too much was happening, a part of me wanting him to be involved in our life though the other part of me had to be logical and as much as it hurt, I had to let him go. Armando wasn’t the father but with the way our relationship was going he damm sure had no issue stepping up and showing me he could be.

We were huddled up and moved to another location before that fucking asshole received a call from a partner I’m guessing to move the hostages. Then we were planted in cars and boats apparently traveling to Cuba. “Are they gonna kill us?” I had completely forgotten Callie was here alongside us. I felt worse if anything, I couldn’t even reach out to hug her, I knew she needed comfort right now more than anything.

“No, sweetie we are going to be fine. Mike and Marcus are going to come for us. No one will hurt you ok?” Pushing myself closer to her to offer her a shoulder to lean on. Since, in this situation that’s all I could really do. “Look at you, mama bear giving her false hope. Already entering your mama phase and it hasn’t even started.” Looking at this asshole who had already pissed me off for yanking my locs. “It’s not false hope and last time I checked your boss gave you orders to not walk around speaking to me and my fucking family asshat. So, how about you do everyone a favor and check the perimeter, lord knows u could use the walk.”

He moves closer to push some of my hair back into place before caressing my cheekbones. I hurry and bit the shit outta his finger when he gets closer causing him to scream aloud and slap me. A gray haired man comes over to check the situation, head butting guy before sending him off to check the area leaving me. Christine sits there in tears worried for both me and Callie. Eventually, we hear noise from outside causing someone to yell out commands and we realize we are being moved. “Come on, ladies it’s your big day. Don’t let them outta your fucking sight, especially the feisty one.” Motioning towards me.

After a moment of waiting outside we notice something out of the ordinary and sadly so did our kidnappers causing one to grab my fucking hair again and push me back into this stupid gator park. Gunshots ringing straight through my ears causing pain. And then the man holding me falls, shot dead right in front of me. “O my fucking god, I think I’m gonna be sick.” Tears running down my face cloud my vision causing me to trip a couple of times trying to run away from the constant gunfire. Managing to untie the knot that had broken skin off my wrists, I immediately look for sight of Callie.

Crawling on the floor trying to find my 16-year old god daughter in the middle of an abandoned gator park is not something I thought I would be doing today. Finally, I look over and find Callie trying to run away from two men. Without a second thought, I run over towards here as fast as my body would let me. Grabbing ahold of her, causing her to shout not knowing the identity of who she believed was another attacker. “Callie, Callie stop it it’s me.” Holding onto the girl for dear life I check for any injuries. From the corner of my eye I see movement causing me to turn around while shoving Callie behind my back.

And right before I thought my life had came to an end. He appeared. Armando pushed us both behind him. Looking at me, while holding onto my arm not letting go. “Stay behind me. You gotta trust me.” Hearing those words hurt, made me realize how dangerous the situation was, maybe one of us wouldn’t make it. Fighting off a group of men while getting sliced up relentlessly, made me shriek in fear for the man I love. Grabbing Callie and pushing her towards the door as we try to run away a man pushed us back and Armando fight him off taking a knife to the shoulder. Leaving him on the ground in pain, I’m quick to grab him and try to pull him up. Before, I hear Callie scream.

Looking down all I saw was blood. Rushing down, but it wasn’t from Armando, it was me. My blood was pouring down. My vision started to become blurry and suddenly nothing was coherent. They were speaking but my brain couldn’t comprehend anything in that moment. Armando gathers his strength and looks at me, like a burst of adrenaline he shoots to quick while grabbing me with Callie’s help and moving towards the door. I soon feel us stop and look up and can make out a spec of what looks to be Armando’s face and his mouth is moving. “My baby, no..o the b-baby. Help.” And then everything fades. Trying to grab ahold of my stomach as a last resort to protect my son.

Armando

Sitting here facing off with Callie’s mom, while holding onto my girl. I watch my father and Callie plead for my life. “Go.. before I change my mind. Grabbing a hold of her I move with my father to find a boat. Before starting it up he looks at me, “Take this, head south. Don’t look back, and be good.” Smiling I look at him, thanking the world I got to know him. “That’s not your choice, detective.” Grabbing ahold of her and starting up the boat looking back at him, “take care of them.” With one last smile I nod and drive off. Seeing him for the last time.

2 weeks later…

“Manny, are you ready to watch the stars.” Hearing nothing my random little noises as my respond I smile. Grabbing ahold of my son I make my way to the patio to oversee the stars, “pretty right baby?” Hearing boots hitting the pavement I look up seeing Armando. “Ain’t got a thing on you, though baby.” Smiling while I watch him move closer to grab our son and play with him. Reminded how much I love him and our litter family. “What you thinking about, Girasol?” Pulling him closer for a kiss, staring into his eyes while running my nails through his hair. “Us, baby. Always about us.”

[harrywavycurly]

Niall talking to Harry about planning her Bach party please Sarah?😂😘😘

Hiii babes!! This makes me laugh because imagine if it never clicked for Harry that Niall being your Man of Honor meant he would be planning your Bach party and stuff? So I’ll happily give you a convo where it all dawns on Harry what all exactly Niall is in charge of with your wedding 😂💖

-find all things Lonely here✨

*this is done in dialogue form because it’s just a fun little conversation*

A/N: Niall drops by for a visit and Harry becomes aware of what all Niall is in charge of since he’s your Man of Honor, enjoy the bickering between my fave besties that like to act as if they hate each other✨

“Yer office has a couch in it? What the bloody fuck for? You have a living room right down stairs…” “Because I wanted one in here for when I have to work late and-why are you even here Niall?” “Well I came to see if your lovely fiancé or better known as my bestfriend was home but I forgot she’s dress shopping today so…figured I’d see if you were busy and up for a hang out.” “You weren’t invited to that?” “Oh I was but I had a morning meeting-” “wait you…you were actually invited to go dress shopping with her and the rest of the bridesmaids?” “Yeah? I’m her man of honor I’m invited to everything.” “So you’d get to see her dress before me? What kind of shit is that?” “I’m not her bloody fiancé Harry so yeah I was always going to see the dress before you mate…besides I was there when the girls picked their bridesmaids dresses and while it was a bit like herding cats watching them pick two that they agreed on it was entertaining at least.” “You got to see the Paige and Emily showdown in person?” “Oh yeah…them two love to argue over everything…bout had to hold Emily back when Paige told her we should go with floor length gowns instead of knee length…” “she didn’t even let me see which dresses the girls ended up getting…” “really? Well don’t try no sneaky shit with me H I’m not telling you shit she doesn’t want you to know…but I’m glad that’s one thing I can cross off my list of duties to help with…I have to focus on this bachelorette weeken-” “I’m sorry? You have to focus on what now?” “Planning her Bach party…it’s like my main job besides like making sure she actually shows up to the alter on time and all that jazz.” “You…you’re…planning…her party?” “Well s’more like a mini vacation because I’m thinking Miami for four days and getting a yacht for the main event because she loves a boat day ya know?” “Miami? Really?” “That’s the place they all agreed on…I just need to get some details settled with her before booking everything.” “I just…I didn’t think you were really going to be so…involved.” “What the fuck did you think I was gonna be doing Harry? Standing around looking pretty? No..I’m the bloody Man of Honor and I take that shit seriously.” “That’s…that’s good to know I guess…what else are you in charge of then?” “Ah yer gonna love this…I gotta assist her in bathroom breaks during the reception…like hold her dress and shit.” “Say that again?” “Yeah…like proper make sure she doesn’t like…ruin her dress or anything when she needs to take a leak.” “I don’t fucking think so Niall. Man of Honor or not you’re not going to be helping my wife go to the bathroom.” “See I told her you’d be all upset about it…so she got Emily to take over that part of my job.” “You’re such an asshole.” “I just like to see you sweat is all…so how’s Gemma coming with your bachelor party?” “What? She’s not-” “she’s not what? She’s your best woman Harry that means she’s in charge of shit like that…and knowing your sister she’s gonna plan something wild…I gotta call her and make sure I’m invited….is it weird that me and Amelia will be at the bachelorette party together?” “I need your bestfriend to hurry up and come home..you’re giving me a headache…I need to lay down…” “good thing you have this couch in here then…”

[tourturestarradio]

𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

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Pairing: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami (more added later) x Mermaid reader!

Prompt: After your family jewels were stolen you were determined to get them back joining you closest friend Monkey D. Luffy on his adventure to become the king of the pirates.

Warnings: none, this follows the live action!!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 Y/n stayed focused on them making sure not to ruin the design, it was daytime and Nami was looking at the map to the grandline "that's strange..." she mutters, Y/n looked back "hey Nami!" Nami raised her head "what?" Y/n held her hand up "like my nails?" she asked excitedly.

Nami stared at her "it's alright..." Y/n frowned before perking up "you look cute in your glasses!" Nami paused for a moment before staring back down at her map.

Zoro exited the small room "hey um Nami, your toilets busted" Nami head shot up "we don't have a toilet." Zoro paused "oh...well something is leaking back there" getting up Nami hurried into the room shutting the door behind her.

"Zoro! Zoro! like my nails?" she held up her hand showing off the design, Zoro tilted his head "looks cool" Y/n huffed annoyed by their lack of reaction before returning to decorating her nails.

Luffy nudged Y/n "Luffy! be careful! you almost messed me up" he was sitting next to her "what do you think of the name Straw hat crew? got a nice ring to it don't you think?" Y/n nodded happily "I like it-" nudging him softly with her elbow she smirked "-Captain" Luffy could feel his heart thump a little faster as his face grew red.

Laughing Y/n knew just how flustered Luffy got when she called him that, it was a little odd to her but she didn't question it.

Grabbing her bag she dug through it "look at these glass bottles I found!" Luffy watched as she pulled out three oddly shaped bottles.

He tilted his head "what are those for?" he questioned, Y/n took the corck out of each of the bottles "to collect ocean water." Luffy tilted his head "why?" Y/n dipped one of the bottles under the water "well just in case I need it so I don't die, and what if we run into another devil fruit user? throw some of this on them and we'll have nothing to worry about."

Luffy grinned "so smart!" Y/n filled up each bottle before popping the cork back into them making sure they were tightly shut.

Zoro stared at Buggy's wanted poster "wow, he was worth 15 million berry..." Y/n awed "wow that's a lot..." Y/n stood up as Nami walked over "well we're not going to be here for very long, turns out syrup village is known for its ship building." Luffy perked up "what are we waiting for then?" Luffy walked away, Nami following him, Zoro ripped the wanted poster down muttering "stupid clown"

Y/n chuckled and walked away as did Zoro.

"Wait till I get my hands on that rubber hose little runt, and the dumb fish face, no body make fun of Buggy the clown!" Buggy sneered rummaging through the different crates.

That was until he heard a noise behind him, turning around he saw a fishman standing in his spotlight "oh great another one of you fish faces...."

The fishman spoke "Buggy the clown. Arlong wanted a word with you." Buggy scoffed turning away "well you can tell Arlong I said "I don't take requests."

Y/n and the others walked around looking at all the different ships, "look at them all..." Luffy smirked looking around. Zoro asked the important question "how much do these even cost?" Nami spoke "if you have to ask you probably can't afford it."

Y/n trailed behind them still wanting to look at all the interesting boats. Nami glanced over at Luffy "look we're gonna need something a little less flashy if we want to sneak out of here." she stated, Luffy stopped and looked over at her "you want to steal a ship?" Nami looked at him as if it was obvious.

Crossing her arms she spoke "how else did you expect us to get one?" dosing out Y/n played with her hair until Zoro called out to her "Y/n come on" she blinked and followed them "sorry."

He looked at her questioningly "what's up with you spacing out all the time?" Y/n apologized "I just have a lot on my brain sometimes" she muttered, her fins glowing out of embarrassment.

Zoro shrugged and kept walking, somehow they had managed to lose Luffy "where did he go?" Nami sighed "hopefully he's not causing trouble." Y/n nodded in agreement.

Walking around Y/n spotted him standing next to very large ship with a goat's head in the front "there you are!" she called out hurrying over to him.

Y/n stared at the ship in awe "wow...she's gorgeous..." she muttered, Luffy called out "guys! I found it! I found our ship, and this guy will sell it to us!" he smiled.

Y/n looked at the male he had dark brown skin and a brown scarf tied around his head holding back his hair, he was very handsome.

The male looked confused "o-oh um what..uh" Luffy nodded "yep we'll take it!" the man shook his head "technically she's not for sale" Y/n frowned, as did Luffy "I mean technically i'm not a salesman..." Y/n only 'oh'ed' at his words.

Nami held her hands on her hips "well do you even work here?" Y/n cocked her head to the side "hm.."

He looked at the rest of them "of course I do, I'm the chief technician in charge of ​encrustation removal and aviary waste eradication." Y/n and Luffy both grew confused at his big words.

Zoro dumped it down "he scrubs barnacles and cleans bird shit" Y/n and Luffy both "ooohhh" at his words.

Y/n sighed "well that's not much help." he quickly cut in "wait, wait, wait, I can help you." he began "the owner of this ship just happens to be my closest friend." Y/n smiled "that's great!" Nami raised a suspicious brow "you're friends with the owner of this ship...?"

He nodded, "not just this one, but the whole shipyard" Y/n grew excited "wow! really! that's so cool!" the male smiled at Y/n "I know right" Y/n bounced up and down "let's go meet her! she sounds awesome!" the male chuckled "alright i'll take you guys to her, I'm sure you can strike a deal with her" he stated.

He walked away "follow me." Y/n and the others followed behind him Luffy and Y/n giggling like children. Nami and Zoro watched from behind them "just a like." Nami sighed, "no wonder they're best friends." Zoro muttered

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Luffy looked in awe at the house "wow i've never seen a house this big before..." he stated, Y/n walked around "so pretty..." she muttered, "all of this just for one person?" she questioned, the male looked over "well no she lives here with her butler and a few other staff." he stated.

Y/n looked at the flowers "so pretty! Zoro! look!" picking up one of the flowers from the pond she showed it to him, he didn't look to impressed but he found her excitement cute so he humored her a bit "it's pretty, it kinda matches with your skin" the color did match with her clashing skin tones.

Nami slapped his arm, he looked at her confused "don't say that. she might think you're making fun of her...condition" she whisper shouted to him, Zoro blinked "oh...Y/n I didn't mean it like that-" Y/n chuckled shaking her head "I know what you meant it's okay" she stated putting the flower back in the pond.

She walked ahead of them to catch up with Luffy, "see she was fine with it." Nami rolled her eyes "just. be mindful of what you say. who knows what's going on inside that head of hers"

Luffy asked "hey so if you're always welcomed here why do we have to go around the back?" Y/n nodded in agreement, the male stumbled over his words "u-uh well I never use the front entrance, this is more of a VIP entrance."

Y/n couldn't care less about what they were talking about, she only had a big interest in the garden looking over all the different colored flowers and nicely cut garden hedges.

That was until the male stopped "ya'know there's a more exclusive entrance back this way!" Y/n spotted two people one of them was a round man with an odd haircut, while there was a girl with blue hair.

He tossed a knife towards the male "now what the hell are you doing here Usopp?" Y/n leaned closer to Luffy "they don't seem very happy to see him."

The male dubbed as Usopp chuckled nervously "Buchi, buddy, uh Kaya is expecting me." Buchi grabbed Usopp glaring at him "another one of your lies...you're not welcomed here you know that." Usopp tilted his head "I know nothing of the sort. uh I'm here to give Kaya an extra special gift."

Buchi looked as if he was about to say something rude when a polite voice called out to him "Usopp!" the four of the five of the looked over seeing a blonde girl with a pink dress, she held onto the arm of her butler.

"What a wonderful surprise" she smiled, Y/n and the others watch the interaction between the two "Kaya! happy birthday" she looked a little shocked "you remembered."

Y/n pouted looking at Luffy "you never remembered my birthday" he snapped his head over "yes I do!" Y/n dead panned "when's my birthday?" she questioned, he stopped for a second as if he was deep in thought. Y/n sighed "wow some best friend you are." Luffy grabbed her shoulders "I remember I just wasn't expecting that question!"

Y/n laughed "i'm kidding Luf!" she stated patting his head, he let out a sigh of relief "oh...don't do that! that wasn't funny!" Y/n only laughed harder covering her mouth, Luffy let go of her shaking his head.

Usopp pointed behind him "I brought my crew!" Y/n cocked her head to the side as Luffy blinked "is he talking about us?" Kaya lightly waved towards them "nice to meet you! you all must stay for dinner!" she insisted.

Luffy perked up at the mentions of food, as did Y/n "I am kinda of hungry now that you mention it" Luffy smiled "alright when do we eat?" her butler scoffed "you don't. Not dressed like that." Y/n looked down at her clothes wondering what was wrong with them?

Was it too revealing?

Klahadore turned his attention to the girl with blue hair "Sham. show Usopp and his friends to the guest suites. you will bathe and change before dinner" Y/n held her hand up to her nose sniffing, 'well I do smell the seawater so reasonable' she shrugged.

Following the blue haired girl walked past Kaya whispering "happy birthday" to her, Kaya smiled and nodded "thank you" as she walked past Klahadore stared at Y/n intensely. Even though it creeped her out she gave him a polite smile, he looked her up and down as if he was analyzing her.

But that was soon cut short when Zoro stepped in blocking his view "watch where you're staring" he muttered to him before Zoro kept walking staying close to Y/n. Nami watched with a tiny smirk.

Luffy flipped through the different clothes "so many options! what should I wear?" Nami looked back at him "anything you want. when are you going to get the opportunity to wear things this nice?" stepping out from behind a cover up thing (I totally did NOT forget what those are called) she had on a blue and black dress.

"Well what do you think?" she asked Luffy "well, you look like Nami" he shrugged, she sighed "I'll just ask Y/n...wait where is Y/n?" Zoro walked past before stopping Luffy greeting him "Zoro! what you gonna wear?" he asked, Zoro looked around the room "something black."

Luffy looked around "hey Zoro have you seen Y/n?" he asked, Zoro shook his head "nope maybe she's still in the bath" he shrugged. Luffy sighed "i'm gonna go look for her" he stood up leaving the room. Zoro watched him go "hopefully that butler isn't around her." As Nami flipped through the clothes she decided to tease him a a bit.

Looking back she smirked "why? you scared he's gonna steal her from you?" Zoro scoffed "no, I just don't like the way he was looking at her." Nami chuckled "my point exactly." Zoro rolled his eyes muttering "whatever..."

Luffy walked through the large house back to the bathrooms, without thinking he opened the door "Y/n you in here-oh!" Y/n was peacefully soaking in the warm water her tossed back. The water graciously stopped right before it showed off her entire chest.

Opening her eyes she squealed "Luffy!" his cheeks flared up as he quickly shut the door yelling "Sorry!" he hurried back to the room. "did you find her?" Nami asked, Luffy nodded silently his cheeks still burning red.

Zoro stared at him "somethings telling me he saw something he shouldn't have." Nami nodded in agreement.

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·˚ ◌༘͙ Off to the Races! ˊ

•Chapter 1•

WC: 2862

TW: age gap(Rafe is in his 40s, reader is in their early twenties but is 19 or twenty in this chapter), cussing, L-bomb, death, and underage drinking

Some people are more equal than others.

This was just the case for you. You were the average girl from The Cut, impoverished and frugal. But you had it all, good grades, a pretty face that even the Kook girls were jealous of, an amazing singing voice which you displayed at country club talent shows you’d snuck into with Lottie, and you had the best friends ever —Nora and Lottie, Mr. Thorton’s daughters— and on occasion when he chooses to be nice, Kayden Thorton. The Thorton’s were the only Kook family that even let you near their children. You’d met them after you got a scholarship to Outer Banks Academy, a private high school. The academy required any students applying there to take an exam and write an essay on why they wanted to go there. That policy was for non-Kooks only, Kooks got in for free as long as their parents were rich enough. Another thing that boosted your chances was the fact your mother had been a house-keeper around Figure 8; even though she was from the Cut, everyone seemed to love her. You didn’t understand it. The first day at the Academy you were by yourself, but by the second day, the Thorton girls were buzzing around you. Next thing you know, you’re at sleepovers and parties with them, they let you borrow their clothes and they’re taking you on vacations with them. They never seemed to care that you weren’t like them. They’d been with you for the most tragic parts of your life, like when you were in your Junior year of High School and your parents were lost in a tropical storm. They’d gone for one of their monthly boat picnics, then the storm hit. The girls didn’t leave your side as you asked for updates from the Coat Guards. The Thorton’s let you stay for a few weeks after the event.Ever since OBX Academy, you were like their sister. Tonight, you were getting ready for the Outer Banks Annual Gala hosted by Mr. Cameron —who happened to be Mr. Thorton’s best friend— and whatever woman he paraded on his arm that year. Lottie and Nora were already ready since they wanted to get you all ready so you could make “an unforgettable, beautiful imprint on Kook society” as Lottie put it.

She was throwing out a plethora of her designer dresses from her walk-in closet. “Okay, Y/N, this is the night!” she huffed, picking them up from the floor and laying them out on her bed. “I need you to choose what dress you’d like, then we’ll do your makeup and hair!”

Nora interjected, “Don’t forget about shoes!”

“Yes! Shoes!” Lottie ran back into the closet.

You sighed, starstruck. “There’s so many options.” You ran your finger over each dress, studying them. You took a full stop on a pink dress with a floral design on it. You held it up and showed Nora, who was planning your makeup look. “What do you think?”

She looked up, her mouth agape. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She scurried up to you. “This is perfect!! I need to get you my Vivienne Westwood jewelry set to match!!” She hurried out of the room, then peaked back in. “I’ll be right back!” Then she walked back out. You couldn’t help but giggle at her reaction. You went behind Lottie’s changing screen and changed into the dress. You the. admired yourself in the mirror. The only person who you wanted to impress was Mr. Cameron, knowing him meant connections. Connections for you to become a successful popstar. Plus, He liked his women in pink.Lottie walked in with the heels and squealed after seeing how you looked in the dress. “Perfect! Yes!” She handed you the shoes and you sat on her vanity chair to put them on. “I assumed right,” she said, smiling big.

You giggled. “Y’all are the best, seriously.” Nora ran back in with the jewelry, which she helped you put on, and then they got started on your hair and makeup. After about 40 minutes, Kayden, who was your “date”, was banging on Lottie’s door.

“Hurry it up! We’ve got 20 minutes to get there! The beer’s probably out!” he yelled.

“Shut up!” you all said in unison.

You walked into Tannyhill with such confidence. You felt all eyes on you with every step you took.

Kayden whispered in your ear, “Oh wow, I never thought anyone’d look at you like this.” He subtly pointed at a few guys who licked their lips and scanned your body over. Kayden chuckled. “I don’t blame ‘em, you look good.” You gasped. “Kayden Tyler Thorton, giving a compliment? Unheard of!” You giggle.

He walked you guys through the house and to the backyard, to a table where the sisters and their dates were.

He smiled. “But seriously, you look really pretty.” He discreetly pulled out a flask from his suit jacket and handed it to you. “It’s the good stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re 21, you don’t need to be sneaking around liquor.”

He nodded. “But you aren’t.”

“So?”

“This is Kook land, Y/N. Particularly a gala-” He was interrupted.

“Well, Well, Well! If it isn’t the little singer!” A deep voice boomed throughout the yard. Everyone around the table looked in the direction of the noise.

Rafe Cameron. Just who you wanted to see tonight. You fixed your hair a bit, and smoothed you dress out, making sure you looked your best for him. Then you paused. Why did you care so much what he thought?

He continued, “Y/N, right?”

You nodded swiftly.

He chuckled. “You and Lottie used to sneak into the talent shows at the country club during y’alls senior year. Y/N, your voice was phenomenal.”

Hearing your name come out of his mouth made you shiver. You found yourself studying him for a few seconds before responding again.

You smiled shyly. “Thank you, Mr. Cameron.” Kayden put his arm around your shoulder, as if to clarify who you were to him.

Rafe sighed and took a sip of his Hennessy. “Y’know, I was hoping the girls would drag you here. The singer we booked got a bad cold.” He paused and took another sip. “I was thinking maybe you could sing.” He smiled. “What’d you say to that?”

Suddenly, everyone at the table trained their eyes on you, waiting for your answer. This it it. An entrance into your big break. Connections. Fame. Money.

“I’ll do it!” You nodded quickly, sneaking the flask back into Kayden’s lap.

Rafe took your hand and walked you to the gazebo. He tapped on the microphone, still holding your hand. “Welcome Everyone to The Annual Outer Banks Charity Gala!” He paused for the loud applause that followed after.

“Thank you to all the sponsors. All that’s donated goes to bettering the community.” He paused again for applause. “As every year, we always have a special entertainer. But unfortunately, our planned entertainer got sick. But thank goodness for the wonderful talent right here!” He motioned his free hand to you. “Introducing, Miss Y/N L/N!”

He leaned in and spoke into your ear, “Come find me after, I wanna talk to you.” He smirked, and stepped off the stage and the applause began.

All you could think of was what Rafe wanted to talk to you about. You looked into the crowd and saw Rafe spectating from the second floor balcony.

The instrumental of ‘Be my Baby’ by the Ronettes began. Luckily, you knew all the words by heart. Your angelic voice floated through the crisp night air.

You ended the song and smiled before walking off the stage, not even taking the time to bask in the applause. You walked into the house and hurried upstairs, confused. You didn’t know what room he was in. You closed your eyes, sighing.

“Right here, Darlin’.” You felt a familiar hand on your back. You whipped your head around to face Rafe.

“You were looking f’me right?” He’d taken his suit jacket off. His dress shirt hugged his body perfectly, outlining his biceps.

You nodded. “You told me to come find you.”

He smirked. “I like people who listen, good girl.” You felt a shiver run down your spine at that. He took your hand. “I wanna talk to you in my office.” You nodded, not saying a word, and followed behind him.

He closed his office door behind you. The room had dark wood shelves filled with books, a drink cart, a few maps on the walls, pictures, and a table with a computer. Rafe pulled out a chair for you before walking to the drink cart.

“What do you drink, Darlin’?” He rolled his sleeves up and grabbed a glass.

“Oh, I don’t drink, still twenty!”

He chuckled. “Don’t lie to me Darlin’. I remember that party. You didn’t care about underage drinking then, huh?”

You looked in your lap, your face burning. “Oh, you remember?”

He poured you a simple Rosé. He handed you the drink before squatting down next to you. He put his hand on your chin, bringing up your face. “There’s nothin’ to be shy about. It’s happened to me before, sweet thing.”

He got back up. “Well, I brought you here cause I wanted to discuss a potential Career. You’ve considered being a singer, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t know where to start.”

“That’s where I come in. I’ve got connections in the industry. Before the blink of an eye you’d be with the big shots.”

You finally took a sip of the wine, savoring the taste you had missed.

“Y’know, you’re also marketable. Pretty, a real talent, and kind. A real people’s princess.” It sounded like he was daydreaming.

The offer was painfully tempting. You’d be where you’d wanted to be with no struggle. Like Rafe said, you were pretty and had talent. What was stopping you from accepting?

“What’s going on up in that pretty head of yours?” He poured more wine in your cup. You looked down to see that your cup was empty. You had absentmindedly been drinking it while you were thinking.

“I’d hate to be an inconvenience. You’ve got so much going on, Mr. Cameron. You’re a Businessman.”

He shook his head. “I have all the time for you.” He beckoned you to stand up, putting your cup down. “I’ll be by your side the whole time.”

“You promise?” You absentmindedly gave him puppy eyes that made him melt, not even realizing it.

“I promise.” He held your hands in his, making you gulp in shock and excitement, freezing for a second. “Anywhere you need to be, I’ll be there. Anything you need, I’ll get it. Anything you want, I’ll give it to you.”

You nodded. “Fine. I’ll do it!”

He hugged you and spun you around. “You’re not gonna regret this, I’ll make you go far.” He kissed you cheek and put you back down. You gave him a shy smile.

He patted your shoulder. “Let’s get back to the party, I’ll find ya soon to sign paperwork.”

You nodded. “Okay.” He opened the door, letting you go first and following after you. You skipped down the stairs, feeling elated about the offer. You parted ways as you walked back out to the yard and Kayden was the first to greet you.

“Y/N, you did amazing!” He hugged you.

You smiled. “Thank you, I was kinda nervous since I was put on the spot.”

“Well, you kept your cool.”

You both stood in silence for a while.

“Hey, uhm. Do you wanna get outta here? I mean, my sisters are occupied with their boyfriends. We can go to the yacht now.” He ran his fingers through his hair.

“Shouldn’t we let them know?”

“You can text ‘em later.” He put his hand on your lower back. “It’ll be our own party.” He smiled.

You smiled back. “Finee.”

He drove back to the Thorton Residence and parked on the driveway. He opened the door for you and led you through the back gate to the little dock.

He got onto the yacht and held out a hand for you. “Watch your step, Princess.”

You rolled your eyes and took his hand, stepping into the boat. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You look like one.” He winked.

You pushed him playfully. “Alright, quit it.”

You sat down on one of the couches in the yacht’s living room. “What’d you wanna say to me?”

He got two Budlights from the fridge, tossed one to you, and opened his own. “I’m just gonna be straight up, Y/N.”

You nodded. “I’m listening…” You took a sip of your beer.

“I know what Mr. Cameron wants.”

Your heart raced. “What?”

“Y/N, I heard the conversation. I just wanna keep you safe. Regardless of Mr. Cameron being my dad’s best friend, he’s bad news. He’s in bad business.” He sat next to you.

“Kayden. I’m responsible for myself.” You scoffed. “And you shouldn’t eavesdrop on people.” You stood up walking towards the door, slamming your beer on the coffee table.

“Y/N! Come on! I’m just trying to keep you safe! People don’t respect Mr. Cameron-“ He sighed. “They’re afraid of what he’ll do to them. He’s not afraid to get blood on his hands. You remember the Officer Peterkin case?”

You nodded. “What does he have to do with it?” You crossed your arms.

“Rafe did it.” He deadpanned.

“How would you know that’s true?” You shook you head, refusing to believe it.

“My Dad’s ex saw it with her own eyes. Sarah Cameron, she saw it.” He walked up to you, putting his hands on your shoulders. “Y/N. Just believe me.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “I don’t wanna talk about this.”

“Fine.” He closed his eyes. “Y/N, I fucking love you.”

“I-“ you shrugged his hands off your shoulders. “Kay, what the hell?”

Kayden opened his eyes. “Anytime I think of you. I-,” he paced the room, frantically running his fingers through his hair. “-I can’t think straight anymore. Anytime I hear you voice, whether you’re singing or not, I can’t get you out of my head,” his voice became more erratic. “I see you, and you’re all I can think about. You’re nice. You’re beautiful. You’re everything a guy could ask for.” He stopped, his back facing you.

“Why now?”

“I’ve been fighting this off for years, Y/N! Fuck! Even Lottie and Nora know!” He turned back to you, rolling up his sleeve and pointing at a bracelet on his hand. You’d made it for him during Junior Year when he didn’t have a Valentine that year. He inched closer to you. “You remember this?”

“Yeah…,” you looked at the ground. Of course you remembered. That was the same year you considered having feelings for him, but he was different. He wasn’t as nice as now. He never looked your way then, so you gave it up.

“That’s when it started. I could never look at you the same. You kept me awake at night.”

You shook your head. “No, Kay. No.”

“What?” He paused, looking at you.

“Don’t ruin what we have…” Your throat began tightening and your eyes were burning.

He sighed. “That’s impossible for me!”

“Just stop!” The tears started. “Not now! Why now? I have aspirations! I don’t need love right now!” You huffed, balling your hands into fists at your sides. “You wanna go to Law School. I wanna be a singer. You’ve been a Kook all your life. I’m just a girl from The Cut whose parents died.”

“So? I still love you!”

“I’d be a fucking social climber! I’d be a fucking gold digger!”

“No, you wouldn’t!”

“That’s what they’d all say! Even your own parents!” You opened the door and slammed it behind you, hurrying off the boat. You took your heels off and ran out of the yard.

You collided into what felt like a firm wall, bumping into Rafe.

“Whoa, Y/N. What’s wrong, Darlin’?” Rafe wrapped you in his arms. It was as if he knew what you needed, not even asking you for permission just as if you two were close already.

“Nothing” you sobbed out into his shirt, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Sh, Sh, Sh. ‘S okay. Whatever it is, ‘S okay.” He kissed the top of your head. “You wanna come back to my house?” You nodded into his chest.

“The party’s over. Your friends are on their way home. You sure you don’t wanna stay there?” he asked.

“I can’t go back. I’ll text them tomorrow. I can’t see him.” You wiped your eyes.

“Alright, I understand. Dinners waitin’ for ya”. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his torso. He lifted you like you weighed as much as a swan’s feather. He opened the passenger seat door of his Cadillac. You buckled your seat belt and he began driving back to Tannyhill.

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She smiled politely at another one of his anecdotes, hoping that he wouldn’t notice her disinterest. A quick glance at her watch told her it had been over two hours. 

Two hours of the man in front of her droning on about himself and all his supposed adventures. He had yet to tell a story where he wasn’t the hero. At this point, she was sure that more than 90% of what he said was fabricated to fit his own narrative. 

Hamish didn’t seem to take notice of the fact that she wasn’t listening, continuing to animatedly talk about a recent business trip where he made good on an important deal with another company. 

“.. and then, he asked if I wanted to join him for a night out on his yacht. He really should have been more specific because what he showed me was not a yacht, but a small boat. I never would have agreed to go along if I knew -“ 

She interrupted, seizing the chance before she could wither away from boredom. “You know what? It’s getting quite late. How about we call it a night? I do have an early morning tomorrow.” 

The lie fell easily but she couldn’t be bothered to care. She’d do anything at this point to make him stop talking. 

“Right, of course. You need your beauty sleep.” Hamish winked, standing up and offering his hand. She debated just standing up on her own but took it anyway, not wanting to seem rude. 

She really didn’t want to get back into the car with him, so she quickly caught Penny’s eye from behind the bar, begging her to interfere. 

Penny quickly caught on and hurried over to where they were standing. “Oh, are you leaving? Could I borrow you quickly before you go? It won’t take long, just … -“ 

“Sure, no problem.” She turned towards Hamish again. “Why don’t you head out? I don’t want to keep you waiting.” 

“Alright then. I’ll call you later.” Hamish kissed her cheek before heading towards the doors. 

Both she and Penny watched through the window as he got into his ridiculous car and drove out of the parking lot. 

“I thought he’d never leave.” Hangman appeared out of nowhere, pool cue in hand. 

Penny patted her on the shoulder before going back towards the bar, Jimmy waving cheerily at her. She waved back before turning around to face Hangman, raising one eyebrow. 

“And have you been keeping track of him all evening? I must say, I’m surprised. Didn't you know you were so interested in what I’m up to?” 

Hangman rolled his eyes, grabbing her elbow and steering her towards the pool table. “I haven’t seen you look that bored since the last briefing you guys were forced to join.” 

He made no attempt to deny that he had been watching her and her date, which brought a warm feeling in her stomach. 

There was a time where the two of them could have been something, but neither had been ready for it. Now, she wondered if they should have taken the leap anyway. 

“Well, to be fair, it was almost three hours and even Cyclone looked bored, and he was the one holding it.” She countered, accepting the pool cue he handed her.  “You sure you’re ready to lose?” 

Hangman snorted, leaning over to make the break. “I never lose, sweetheart.” 

“Guess there’s a first for everything then. It’s going to be entertaining watching the smirk fall off your face.” 

He shook his head. “I’ll enjoy watching you try. And if I can entertain you, what’s the harm? Better that than what that stupid-what’s-his name could ever come up with.” 

He was joking but she could read him easily enough at this point. “Are you jealous?” 

“I don’t get jealous. Especially not over someone named Hamish. Stupid name, stupid face.” 

She took her shot, sinking a solid before answering. “You know, I don’t mind if you are. It’s cute. And even though he’s the most boring person ever, his face was nice to look at.” 

She tried to get around the table for her next shot but Hangman crowded her against it, trapping her between his body and the table. “Mine’s much prettier to look at.” 

His breath was warm on her face, his lips inches from her ear as he bent his neck slightly to look down at her. 

She tried her best to come up with a witty comeback but him being so close distracted her. 

“Nothing to say?” Jake smirked, leaning even closer. 

She took a breath, willing herself to get it together. “You also have a stupid face so I’d argue that you’re pretty much the same.” 

Jake straightened up but his eyes never left hers. “I take offence to that. And I’m nothing like Hamish. I’ll prove you wrong.” 

“And how are you going to do that?” They were headed into dangerous territory but the butterflies told her it would be worth it, as did Jake’s smile. 

“Guess you’re just going to have to stick around and see.”

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Rafe with Routledge!Reader

When you show up with Pope to get the boat you can’t help but stumble over your feet. It’s pure chaos. Barry and JJ are…brawling to put it lightly. But Kiara is grasping at Rafe’s arm, his hand wrapped firmly around her throat. There’s no time to stop and think when Pope snatches a wrench to slam down onto Rafe.

Not hesitating a second longer you barrel towards JJ, running into Barry. His body immediately careened forward, JJ jumping at the chance to keep him down. JJ’s hand steadied himself on your arm, landing one, two kicks to Barry’s abdomen. The latter curls his body in the opposite direction, mousy face disappearing from view.

The break is short lived and interrupted by Kie’s screaming. You had almost forgotten the fighting trio during your struggle with Barry. Whirling around, your eyes land on Pope beating the absolute shit out of Rafe. JJ is the fastest of you two to try and yank Pope off. You knew the moment Pope had gotten the thick cord around Rafe’s neck, that Rafe could die. Pope wouldn’t stop with the state he was in. You manage to shove in front of him with fumbling hands hook under Pope’s fingers. They fight to loosen Pope’s grip enough for JJ to grab Pope’s hands away from the cord.

With the pressure suddenly gone, Rafe slumps to the side, crumpling awkwardly to the ground and gasping for air. He might have looked the most pathetic that you’d ever seen him. JJ and Kiara rush to hurry up, but you’re stuck in the moment with Pope. “Stay off the cut,” he spits the words down at Rafe. The only response is Rafe’s mouth open and closing. He slowly looks at you, Pope stalking off.

You think of how you’d kissed Rafe sweetly at the keggers long before JJ had pulled the gun on Topper, before the gold, before the murder of Sheriff Peterkin. So much had changed since then. Waiting for a time to tell your younger brother about your relationship was pointless now. The moment Rafe had taken a life the relationship had silently ended. The moment he blamed your brother, you never wanted to see him again.

No words were exchanged. You simply stared down at him. He wasn’t beaten unrecognizably but you still didn’t have a shot at recognizing who the person laying on the ground was. It wasn’t the Rafe you had grown to know. Rafe stared helplessly at you, willing tears not to well in his eyes. He wanted to say something, but the throbbing and phantom pressure on his throat stopped him. Maybe it was his conscious that made him shut up for once.

The shout of your name broke you from your trance and you turned to jog over to your friends, trying to shove away the swirling thoughts. Don’t look back. Don’t look back. Don’t look back. Rafe lolled his head to the side to watch you retreat until you were no longer near him.

You didn’t look back.

[mskenway97]

Tfp merformers a.u Optimus x Reader.

I felt inspired for this one, I wanted to make it an everyday thing, there is a bit of a language barrier. But I thought it was adorable. I choose a human reader

Warning: None

Words: 829

(Merformers) Tfp Optimus Prime x Gn!Human!Reader

Fishing time

Today was not a lucky day for Y/N. The tide was calm on a sunny day, in the boat. A lot of trash had been picked up this week, no fish were in the area.

Y/N was desperate to catch something, otherwise she was going to get kicked out and the boat was not hers. Although fishing wasn't her thing, she just wanted the boat to see her huge sea friend.... None other than a blue, red and white whale.

Literally that whale had saved her life in a storm. He wanted to know more about her without exposing her to danger. Only the mere thought that Y/N would never see her again tore him apart.

-Let's go mince little fish....

Y/N cast the rod with the bait, only to see that it barely moved after a while he saw that something was moving. Y/N saw the opportunity to cast as hard as he could, "I'm going to get lucky" thought Y/N but as he pulled it out.

Another boot.

-Oh come on! I'm already going to wear a shoe store with so many boots! - Y/N said to himself as he cast the rod again.

This time the rod moved faster, Y/N smiled as he cast it looked like it was going to be the good one but he saw that it was too heavy.

-Come on, it's possible... Ah!

Y/N fell into the water because of the force that pulled the rod. He felt huge hands around him and pulled him out of the water.

To see Optimus somewhat surprised.

-Hello big guy! I didn't expect to find you here - Y/N smiling.

Optimus left me in the boat as he made a few small grunts and pointed to my fishing rod.

- Ah, what do I do? Fishing and I'm not doing so good," said Y/N.

Optimus noticed Y/N's face, which was somewhat frustrated and sad. He had told her to fish... Maybe he needed some help, the big guy dove down leaving Y/N confused, thinking maybe he was in a hurry, after a few moments with no luck he saw that Optimus had returned showing something big in his hands.

- Wait... that's a swordfish! -Y/N was startled as the boat wobbled a bit and she remained calm.

Optimus was confused the quality of the swordfish was a splendid specimen, something Y/N would surely help with.

- People would ask me a lot of questions about how I got it....

Optimus released the swordfish and dived again.

A while later he came back with something else. Y/N walked over to see that it was an octopus that had latched onto it.

Optimus was trying to get it off her. After a while he succeeded but Y/N was a little depressed.

- I'm no good at fishing! I wanted to dive and explore? But if I don't... I won't be able to go back - said Y/N as he sat down Optimus' face was in front of it and nuzzle to Y/N.

It was humid, it was nice especially in summer weather, she smiled a little at the gesture, Optimus purred a little.

- I should make it clear with the fish I want.... Look it would be something like this.

Y/N pulled out a log book of the fish in this area, showing Optimus which ones she wanted.

Those fish, most of them had gone to other waters the record was out of date.... At least since photo was still around the area and they were plentiful.

Optimus carefully dragged the boat.

Y/N did not know where Optimus was taking him as he was unfamiliar with this fishing area. It was a little different than what she was used to seeing until it came to a stop. Y/N heard Optimus grunting and pointing to the fishing pole. Y/N didn't have time to answer him as she had already submerged underwater. Y/N didn't know what he was up to but he took the advice to grab the fishing pole and get on with it.

She waited for a while until he saw that he was biting not trash but several fish! She was amazed as she caught a good amount of fish. Until she saw Optimus come out of the water.- This is great, Optimus with these fish! They won't throw me out are the amount I needed! Thank you so much," said Y/N as she jumped right into his hands and hugged one of his fingers.

Optimus on the other hand was happy to help her. He knew the difficulties Y/N was having with the job had, he met her by accident and seeing her go was not something he wanted her to go. Besides being one of the few beings that freaked out when she saw him.The presence comforted him, it was different....

Maybe next time she would take him to give lessons in something else.But at least they both got the big fish.

[anonymousewrites]

Pearl of the Sea Chapter Thirteen

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Thirteen: Hiring on Tortuga

Summary: On the hunt for The Flying Dutchman, a strange man comes aboard, and (Y/N) gets angry as the truth is revealed.

            Lightning struck and highlighted the horizon of the sea. Thunder rumbled above the Black Pearl. Wind swept the calm seas into chaotic waves. Rain pelted down around the crew. In the darkness, a second ship rested on the waves.

            “That’s the Flying Dutchman?” said (Y/N), squinting to see through the dark of night. It didn’t feel like a magical ship.

            “Yes,” said Jack, glancing at them. Tia Dalma’s words echoed in his head, and he paused. He nearly spoke the truth, that it wasn’t the ship, but he couldn’t afford to. But (Y/N) would be furious after this.

            “She doesn’t look like much,” said Will.

            Jack had never been so pleased at a stupid observation from Will. “Neither do you. Do not underestimate her.”

            Gibbs cleared his throat. “Must have run afoul of the reef.”

            “So, what’s the plan, then?” said Jack, glancing at Will. He knew what Will would plan to do, though. He just wanted to hurry things along.

            “I row over, search the ship until I find your bloody key,” said Will.

            “If I came, it would be fast—”

            “No,” said Will and Jack sharply. Will, Gibbs, and (Y/N) looked at Jack in confusion.

            Jack cleared his throat. “What if there are crewmen?”

            “I cut down anyone in my path,” said Will. He nodded and walked towards a rowboat.

            (Y/N) wished they could go with him. With the storm and the waves, they felt such energy. Their restlessness felt like the wind whipping the waters around them.

            “I like it,” said Jack. “Simple, easy to remember.”

            “Be careful, Will,” said (Y/N). They hugged him before he got onto the boat.

            Will hugged them back. “It’s all for you and Elizabeth.” He squeezed them tightly. “And you must be careful, too. I am leaving you alone with these pirates, and I don’t want you to be in danger because of them.”

            (Y/N) grinned at him, and Will saw the stormy glint in their eyes once more. “I will handle any danger they bring to me and return it in kind.”

            Will cleared his throat and set aside the vengeful nature of their words. “I’ll be back soon.”

            “Good luck,” said (Y/N).

            Will stepped into the rowboat, and it lowered into the sea. On the Pearl, all the candles were doused to keep them from being spotted.

            (Y/N) waited apprehensively for Will to arrive at the seemingly wrecked ship. The faint light of his lantern showed him climbing amongst the shoals, but then it disappeared. (Y/N) frowned and leaned forward.

            And then the waves broke open. (Y/N) stared in shock as a ship exploded up from underwater. It was all jagged edges and frayed sails, yet it sailed smoother than any ship (Y/N) had ever seen.

            That was the Flying Dutchman. Which meant…

            (Y/N) whirled on Jack. “You sent him over to the wrong ship.”

            “(Y/N), it will all work out—”

            “You sold him out!” The Pearl shook with (Y/N)’s shout as the waves swelled.

            “(Y/N)—”

            “Why? He was helping you!” hissed (Y/N).

            “He has a debt to pay.”

            A new voice joined the ship, and everyone whirled. A man with a face like an octopus, green-blue and slimy, stood. His tentacles waved in the air, and he towered over the other pirates. Davy Jones had arrived, having swum with nary a sound from his ship to the Pearl. His infamy and mysterious nature had a clear source.

            A creak of wood sounded, and more pirates emerged from the shadows. Each one had the features of a sea creature or the wood of a ship, dripping with seawater and danger and magic. They swarmed the crew of the Black Pearl. They grabbed several pirates who tried to resist, and (Y/N) was grabbed by a pirate with the skin texture of a starfish (and five protrusions on his face to match).

            “Oh…” Jack stared at Jones.

            “You’ve been captain of the Pearl for thirteen years,” said Jones. “That was our agreement.”

            “Technically, I was only captain for two years, then I was mutinied upon,” said Jack nervously, trying to be charismatic as usual.

            “Then you were a poor captain but a captain nonetheless,” said Jones. He wasn’t going to be charmed or have his words twisted to help Jack. “Have you not introduced yourself all these years as Captain Jack Sparrow?” He spat the word with extreme distaste. The crowd jeered and laughed.

            Jack faced Jones. “You have my payment.” His gaze flicked shamefully towards (Y/N). “One soul to serve on your ship.”

            “You bastard!” hissed (Y/N), and the waves churned like their fury. Jack winced.

            Jones glanced at (Y/N), and Jack’s heart beat quicker in worry. “One soul is not equal to another,” said Jones.

            Jack seized upon the opportunity, even if partly to bring his attention back to himself. “Aha, we’ve established my proposal is sound in principle. Now we’re haggling over price.”

            “Price?” Jones frowned and looked at Jack.

            “Just how many souls do you think my soul is worth?” said Jack.

            Jones tilted his head. “One hundred souls. Three days.”

            “You’re a diamond, mate!” said Jack. He glanced at (Y/N). “Send me back the boy. I’ll get started right off.”

            (Y/N) started in surprise. He wants to get Will back?

            “I keep the boy,” snapped Jones. “A good-faith payment. That leaves you only ninety-nine more to go.”

            “If we give you a hundred, will you give him back?” said (Y/N). All the pirates stared at them for interrupting, but their brazenness was not to be stopped.

            Jones narrowed his eyes. “Giving Jack more work. Pathetic.” He took a step closer to (Y/N), and Jack watched warily. “Your soul would give him less.” (Y/N)’s gaze met Jones’s evenly. “If you came instead of the boy, I’d say Jack had…fifty more souls to go.”

            “I’d prefer to keep this one with me, discount notwithstanding,” said Jack pleasantly, and (Y/N) looked at him in surprise.

            He defended me? What does he have to gain?

            Nothing. The answer was nothing, and Jack was as confused about it as (Y/N) was.

            “Then I keep the boy,” said Jones. “Ninety-nine souls if you leave him with me. One hundred if you want him back.” Jones looked at Jack scornfully. “But I wonder…have you gone soft? Or can you just not live with condemning another to servitude while you roam free?”

            Jack’s gaze flicked to the ground before straightening and putting on his usual smile. “Yep. I’m good with it. And if I happen to get lucky, maybe I’ll throw in that hundredth soul for you.”

            Jones scoffed at Jack’s bright tone.

            “Shall we seal it in blood? I mean, ink?” said Jack.

            Jones grabbed Jacks hand aggressively, and a tentacle slithered over it. “Three days.”

            He stalked to the edge of the Pearl. The other pirates let go of the crew. Together, the crew of the Flying Dutchman jumped overboard and disappeared into the stormy waters. Jack stared at his palm as the Black Spot dissolved. He looked up at (Y/N) and then cleared his throat.

            “Mr. Gibbs,” said Jack.

            “Aye?” said Gibbs.

            “I feel sullied and unusual,” said Jack.

            “And how do you intend to harvest these ninety-nine souls in three days?” said Gibbs.

            “One hundred,” snapped (Y/N). Gibbs and Jack looked at them. “One hundred or I’ll run you through, take your compass, and leave you to fend for yourself.” At the end of their threat, they gave a smile, and Gibbs and Jack shivered.

            Jack cleared his throat. “Right, right. A hundred. Right on.” He looked at Gibbs. “Fortunately, he was mum as to the condition in which these souls need be.”

            “Ah. Tortuga,” said Gibbs.

            “Tortuga,” confirmed Jack. Gibbs grinned and ran off to the helm. Jack looked at (Y/N). “We’ll get a hundred souls, and we’ll return young William to his bonnie lass, eh?”

            (Y/N) looked at Jack. “Don’t lie to me, Jack. It does neither you nor I any credit.”

            “I’m not lying,” said Jack.

            (Y/N) searched his expression. “I hope not.”

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            (Y/N) was really wishing they had decided to watch the ship instead of following Gibbs and Jack ashore in Tortuga. They were sitting in the pub as people shouted all around them and just watching Gibbs interview people to get them to sign for sailing with the Black Pearl, but they felt like this was going nowhere. Beside them, Jack kept whispering affirmations to himself before checking his compass. He huffed as whatever was going wrong continued going wrong.

            “How we going?” he said.

            “Including those four, that gives us…four,” said Gibbs.

            Jack groaned and shook his compass while Gibbs focused back on the line. He smiled pleasantly.

            “And what’s your story?” said Gibbs.

            “My story.” The pirate drawled with an angry tone. “It’s exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind. I chased a mana cross the seven seas. The pursuit cost me my crew, my commission, and my life.”

            Gibbs, (Y/N), and Jack looked closely at the man. (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

            “Commodore Norrington?” they said, staring at the soot-covered, disheveled man.

            “Not anymore,” snapped Norrington. “Weren’t you listening?” He leaned in towards Gibbs. “I nearly had you all of Tripoli. I would have, if not for the hurricane.”

            Jack attempted to grab a decorative plant and hide. Gibbs swallowed hard. (Y/N) sank into their seat (guilty even if they hadn’t been on the ship at the time).

            “Lord,” said Gibbs. “You didn’t try to sail through it?”

            “So do I make your crew or not?” said Norrington, staring daggers at Gibbs. “You haven’t said where you’re going. Somewhere nice?!” He tipped over the table. People gasped and looked at him. Norrington swayed as he spun around and looked at everyone. “So am I worthy to serve under Captain Jack Sparrow?!”

            Jack quickly pulled (Y/N) to their feet and made his way towards the door.

            Click!

            The hammer of a pistol was pulled back, and Jack froze. Norrington leveled his gun at Jack.

            “Or should I just kill you now?” said Norrington.

            Jack cleared his throat and put on a smile. “You’re hired!”

            Should I feel bad about throwing Norrington to Davy Jones? (Y/N) frowned and looked at Norrington.

            “Sorry. Old habits and all that,” said Norrington, sneering as he aimed at Jack.

            I don’t.

            “Easy, sailor!” A pirate grabbed Norrington’s arm.

            “That’s our captain you’re threatening!” said another of the new recruits, wrestling with Norrington.

            He threw the pirate off, and then he stumbled back. Instantly, the man he fell into shoved him. Anger flared. People hit one another, and, as usual, a barfight began in Tortuga.

            “Time to go!” said Jack.

            “Aye!” said Gibbs.

            “Good idea!” said (Y/N).

            The group began to weave through the crowd. If they were lucky, their new recruits would show up at the Pearl after getting some sense knocked into them. They weren’t lucky, though, because they also only had four out of the hundred souls they needed. That meant they were running out of options.

            (Y/N) dodged a body flying through the air, and they were broken from their thoughts. Huffing, they shoved a pirate away, and their hand itched to grab their sword. Jack pulled them aside as another punch flew by their head.

            “Keep an eye out, laddie, can’t have one of the only crew members with a head on their shoulders getting knocked around!” said Jack cheerfully. However, as they exited the building, Jack only let go of guiding them to take a hat from an unconscious pirate.

            “I wanted a chance to punch someone,” grumbled (Y/N). The moment the chaos of the fight had erupted around them, they had itched to join. They had wanted to join the fight, and all of their restless energy had surged to the surface.

            “We’ll have plenty of time for that later,” said Jack. His adventures always ended like that, so he said it with absolute confidence. That being said, something made him prefer for (Y/N) to not be involved in a fight.

            “Captain Sparrow!”

            Gibbs, Jack, and (Y/N) turned around to face the approaching figure, but they kept walking towards the Pearl.

            “Come to join me crew, lad? Welcome aboard,” said Jack.

            “I’m here to find the man I love.”

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow. I recognize that voice…

            Now Jack paused, frowned, and turned. “I’m deeply flattered, son, but my first and only love is the sea.”

            Behind the new person, Norrington went and nearly threw up. He stumbled and leaned on barrels. (Y/N) frowned. He’d really lost himself.

            “Meaning William Turner, Captain Sparrow.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes lit up. They recognized the voice now. “Lizzie!” They threw themself at her, and she grinned, hugging (Y/N).

            “Hide the rum,” whispered Jack to Gibbs.

            “You escaped!”

            “Of course,” said Elizabeth proudly. “Are you alright?”

            “I’m…fine,” said (Y/N), holding back how gleeful they were at being back at sea. That being said, their joy was dampened by all the frustration they’d been through and all their worry over Will.

            “Elizabeth!” greeted Jack. “These clothes do not flatter you. I much preferred the dress.”

            Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Where is Will? If (Y/N) is here, he should be too.”

            Jack coughed and cleared his throat. “I am truly unhappy to tell you this, but—”

            “Davy Jones took Will to work on his ship unless we find a hundred souls to work for him, and we’re terrible at finding new crew members,” said (Y/N), laying it out plainly.

            “What?!” exclaimed Elizabeth.

            “I’m really sorry, I tried to help and even offered to go myself, but it was too late,” said (Y/N), gazing at Elizabeth.

            She shook her head and squeezed (Y/N)’s shoulders. “It’s not your fault. It’s Davy Jones’s.” She glared at Jack. “And Jack’s in some way, I’m sure.” Jack chose to avoid eye contact and look as innocent as possible.

            “Davy Jones?” said Norrington, still swaying. “The captain of the Flying Dutchman?”

            “You look awful. What are you doing here?” said Jack.

            “You hired me,” spat Norrington. “I can’t help it if your standards are lax.”

            “You smell funny.”

            “Jack,” snapped Elizabeth. “All I want is to find Will and go home with (Y/N).”

            “We can’t get a hundred souls,” said (Y/N). They sat down on a barrel. “What can we do? We can’t leave Will with Davy Jones.”

            Jack paused. He suddenly had an idea, though part of him hated that it might disrupt a small amount of…trust he had built with (Y/N). “Elizabeth, is that what you want most? Are you certain?”

            “Of course,” said Elizabeth.

            (Y/N) frowned and looked at Jack. Does he have another plan?

            “Because I would think you’d want to find a way to save Will most,” said Jack.

            “And you have a wave of doing that?” said (Y/N) quickly.

            “…The chest,” said Jack.

            (Y/N) frowned. “How will it help?”

            “You know what is inside. Leverage,” said Jack.

            (Y/N) paused and considered. That made sense. They looked at Jack. They sincerely hoped he wasn’t screwing them over. That would…hurt.

            Jack was certain in his course. After all, he couldn’t get a hundred souls. He intended to save Will. He just…needed something else to do it. Then everything would be fine. And Jack wouldn’t be disrupting the strange faith (Y/N) placed in him. The faith that felt so pleasant to have earned from the wild teenager.

            “Go on,” said Elizabeth.

            “It’s a chest of unknown size and origin,” said Jack hurriedly.

            “What contains the still-beating heart of Davy Jones,” said Pintel, dragging supplies on board.

            Ragetti mimicked a heartbeat.

            Elizabeth glanced at (Y/N). They nodded. “It’s true.”

            “And whoever possesses that chest possesses the leverage to command Jones to do whatever it is they want, as I said,” said Jack. “Including save brave William from his grim fate.”

            “You don’t actually believe him, do you?” scoffed Norrington.

            “I was there when the contents of the chest was revealed. Jack bartered to get a hundred souls instead of ninety-nine in order to get Will back. He’s told the truth about that,” said (Y/N). “I doubt he’s lied about what the chest can do.” He had no reason to since it wouldn’t help him if it did anything else.

            Jack nodded, and he felt himself straighten. Tia Dalma had been right. (Y/N) had some strange faith in him, likely from the freedom he granted them. It was strange. Jack almost felt like he should live up to whatever image of himself (Y/N) had.

            Quickly, he pushed that aside. He just needed everyone on his side, even with using the truth. Then, Jack could control Jones, gain immortality, and have everything he desired. He was out for himself. Obviously.

            Elizabeth considered and eyed Jack warily. “How would we find it?”

            Jack held up his compass. “With this. My compass is unique.”

            “ ‘Unique’ here having the meaning of ‘broken,’ ” scoffed Norrington.

            (Y/N)’s mood swung to irritation. “We’re trying to solve an actual problem here, Norrington, so if you’d like to ignore that magic clearly exists and that the compass may be magic, too, then please do so on the ship. If you’re not up to walking, just tip over into the harbor, yes?”

            Norrington and Elizabeth stared. (Y/N)’s mood swings were getting out of hand, like the winds changing on the seas in an instant.

            “Excellent point!” said Jack cheerfully. “My compass does not point north, but it is not broken.”

            “Where does it point?” asked Elizabeth.

            “It points to the thing you want most in the world,” said Jack.

            “Are you telling the truth?” said Elizabeth.

            “Every word, love,” assured Jack. “And what you want most in this world is to find the chest of Davy Jones, is it not?” He placed the compass into her hands and cupped it.

            “To save Will,” said Elizabeth.

            “By finding the chest of Davy Jones,” said Jack. He flipped open the compass, removed his hands, and stared at the needle.

            It swung around. Everyone tensed. It settled.

            “Mr. Gibbs!” said Jack.

            “Cap’n,” said Gibbs.

            “We have our heading.”

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hi, if you dont mind me requesting, how about a wally darling x gn reader where they are the villain of the show, but like,, unintentionally. they are vv clumsy and knock into shelves at howdys, trip eddie on his mail route, ruin julies chalk games, etc. and every time they feel horrible, but run away because they are scared of confrontation. so one day they knock over all of wallys paints while hes stepped away, and when he goes to their house to give them a piece of his mind, he finds them crying and ranting to their cat about how bad they feel but how scared they are to apologize (sorry if its too long!! ive had this idea in my head all day lol)

A poor soul who is mistaken for the villain being a victim to their own clumsiness. I love it! Hope you’re having a good day or that it gets better! Also you’re fine I love it when I get descriptive requests! ⚠️⚠️warning: Angst

“ Oh no! No no no!” You gasped panicking over the now kicked over bucket of paints.

All you wanted to do was take a closer look at Wally’s newest artwork on the large canvas. But no you just had to accidentally step into one of the paint cans. As you tried to get your leg out of it you had only made things worse. Sloshing paint everywhere, knocking down more cans, tubes, and almost the canvas. But you had managed to save in it your colossal pile of mistakes. As you finally got your foot out after jerking it out the heavy can you had noticed a small smudge of red paint. Your heart beat quickened. You ruined it! You ruined all of Wally’s hard work, hours, seconds, and passion. You just ruined it!

Why are you like this? Well that’s obvious. You’re the town screw up. The pushover who always ruins everything. You sometimes avoid going anywhere for months because you’re too scared to ruin something else. For instance one time when you were just looking the ingredients you needed to bake a cake as an apology to Julie for accidentally giving her poisonous flowers. They had all of her favorite colors , but turns out hot pink can literally burn your eyes. You had knocked down two shelves after hitting your head on them. You didn’t know what to do or how to handle all the eyes on you so you ran. Just like with Julie after giving her the flowers you ran. Just like with Frank when you accidentally tore half a page in one of his books. Just like with everyone else you always ran away.

Just like right now as you ran away from an enraged Wally who had just came out of home. Frozen in shock taken back by his usual cheeky smile now gone and replaced with an annoyed look. So you rushed to your only sanctuary as always your house.

You apologized as you ran back to your own house. You panted slamming the door as you knees curled into the floor of your home. You just wanted to look at someone’s painting and yet instead of being able to admire their work you ruined it just like every thing else. All except for one soul in this name uttered your name with a scowl. Well if they could and it was your pet cat Mr.Wiggles. He was an adorable spynx cat who you one day found out all alone in the rain in a battered up box. His red eyes may have made him look scary but you find them enduring from how much love he always showed once you were in the room. On days when you let him wander around with you to most he would look like your evil sidekick ,but to you he looked like a little angle just wanting to make friends. It’s almost like you were both on the same boat of being the outcasts of the group.

You sat on the cold floors as Mr. Wiggles came to your aid at the hurried slam of your front door. Meowing attentively as if he was trying to ask what was the matter. Seeing as you were once again crying once home. Curling beside you as he tried to comfort you.

“ Thanks buddy, but I don’t think we’ll be welcome here anymore.” You sniffled trying to hold back the rest of your tears.

“ I’m fine I just…screwed up…again!” Your voice cracked as the tears poured down once again while you trembled from each sob.

This was outrageous! How and why do you always keep on doing this!? Tube after tube of his new paints were ruined. Even his brand new canvases he laid out behind his latest work. Everything ruined and covered in the new paints. Were you just trying to make everyone feel bad? Every time you came out of your lair you always ruined something. For instance with Julie you made her sick for a week with flower pox! You had tripped Eddie while he was out on his daily run to Franks house. Burnt Poppy’s cookies when she asked you to watch over them. Ripped a book of Franks favorite book sure it was Frank, but even he wouldn’t do that to that to him. You had made a huge hole in Sally’s now broken stage. You knocked down two displays in Howdy’s store and didn’t even try to help. The worst one was with your evil little cat. He had pounced onto Barnaby’s head.

And now you decided to ruin his work. That was the last straw. Chance after chance was given to you, but now it seems like you’re just testing your luck.

“ How does someone even manage to achieve all this in under 5 minutes!?” He frustrates at the ruined paints.

His cavas had a small smudge of red paint on it thankfully. Everything except his painting was mainly ruined. But just why do you do this? The first few times when you first came here everyone brushed it off as small accidents, but it was just a constant cycle of ruining things. So he had no choice, but to try and confront you. To see just why you kept doing this. And to give you a piece of his mind once and for all.

As he greeted a few of his neighbors while he stomped over to your own home he eventually came to the dark and gloomy home of yours. Already giving him chills down his spine as he was about to knock on the door. But he soon had heard sobbing and continuous meows. Concerned he looked around to see where they were coming from and noticed one of your darkly colored windows opened still. He sneaked around the corner peeking through the cracked window.

“ I know I know! It’s just that whenever I make a mistake and try to help I just can’t stand trying to talk to anyone.” You cried.

“ I just want to be friends and make up for my mistakes, but every time I try I make a new one! I even ruined Wally’s beautiful painting and got Julie sick! I’m just a horrible person aren’t I?” You ranted to Mr. Wiggles.

“ It’s just like every other neighborhood I’ve gone to! Soon enough they’ll all start hating me and want me gone again.” You cried now uncontrollably sobbing.

He then felt pity for you as you cried out to your cat now holding him close. Just as he was about to try and comfort you he soon tripped over a stray thick vine in your almost dead garden.

“ Wha..What was that!?” You gasped startled as you slowly got up hurriedly seeing who had just yelped outside your open window.

“ Hello Neighbor!” Wally popped up from the outside of your window startling you.

“ H-Hi…I swear I didn’t mean to knock over your paints! I just…I swear it was an accident!” You sniffled.

“ I know. I didn’t mean to ease drop, but I heard everything you said. But I just wanted to say sorry to you. ” He chuckled trying to lighten up the mood even as your glazed eyes still threatened to draw tears again while you used to window as a fence between the two of you.

You shyed away from his gaze as you croaked out “ Why… I’ve done nothing, but ruin everything since I got here?”

“ Well we haven’t been the best of neighbors to you. I don’t even think I’ve even tried to get to know you.” He said as you rubbed your eyes trying not to cry again.

“So how about we give this another shot?” He asked extending his hand out for you with a comforting smile.

“ I’d like that a lot… Neighbor.” You smiled getting up from the barrier you of your window taking his hand.

Maybe things will be different this time.

Thank you all so much for reading this all the way here! Hope you’re all doing well or that it gets better!

Sincerely-Cup1dT3A 💌

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Say Cheese

Mick Schumacher x Fem!Reader

Warnings: both mick and angie have no patience, reader is so over it, the pains that are family photos, matching outfits, boat loads of patience needed, a cute moment in the end.

Word Count: 576

Author's Note: it's not mick without angie and it's not a blurb with the two of them together.

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Angie, much like her human father, hated to sit still for photos. Imagine the struggle to get both Schumachers to sit for a holiday card. 

Neither of them wanted to sit still.

Angie was running circles around the living room. Her little red and black flannel neck bandana bounced over her thick fur as she ran. Mick, who wasn't looking too overjoyed himself, was sitting on the couch, his flannel shirt wrinkled now.

"Can you get her, Mick?" You asked your boyfriend, slowly losing your patience.

It was your idea after all, suggesting you 3 take a family photo for his mom and so you could have something for the holiday cards. It would be rather weird if you just gave up.

Mick huffs, calling out to Angie. The dog comes running over to Mick, rubbing herself against his legs as he sat on the floor with her. "Hurry up, she's gonna get impatient." He tells you.

You bite back the urge to roll your eyes. "You sure she's the only impatient one?"

Mick cracks a smile, "like father, like daughter."

You stood in front of the two of them, Mick and Angie in front of the Christmas tree as he tried to fix her bandana.

"Smile!" You tell him, somehow that gets Angie to sit still for one second but Mick wasn't looking at the camera. When Mick finally turns, Angie's attention shifts, licking the man's cheek instead.

"Angie!" He groans, wiping off his cheek with the sleeve of your shirt.

You figured you'd try your luck before they both got flustered and ran off. You propped the phone up on the coffee table, setting it to record before smoothing your dress, red to match with Angie and Mick.

The puppy was between the two of you, Angie wagging her tail around, excited about all the attention on her for a moment. Both of you have got your arms over her, smiling at each other.

Mick's attention drops for a moment, trying to fix his shirt and as soon as he moves his hand, Angie goes running off.

"Well, we aren't getting her back, are we?" You asked him and he shook his head, pulling you into his side. The two of you stay for a moment, smiling at each other, almost as if you had forgotten all about the camera on the table.

Angie had found her spot by the fireplace when everyone settled, curled up as you and Mick did the same on the couch. He was watching reruns of some old German show on tv while you attempted to get a good screenshot of you three.

There were a few cute ones of you and Mick already but the ones with Angie took a bit more finesse.

Eventually, you manage to find a good one amidst the madness; you two looking at each other, big smiles on your faces with your arms over Angie, who by some miracle, was looking at the camera.

"Look," you tell him, showing him your phone. Mick smiles in approval, "yeah, that's the one."

"Thought so too," you smiled back at him, his lips pressed to yours before he turned back to the tv.

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Enchanted // JJ Maybank

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: midsummer’s was the same thing every year, the same old boring party with the same old boring stuck up rich people that your parents considered their friends. but this year, something changes. there’s someone new there, and he ends up changing your life for more than one night.

warnings: language, reader overthinking, rafe momentarily being an asshole, slightly insecure reader, slightly insecure jj, a bit of ooc jj (he gets flustered and blushes), allusions to alcohol consumption, teeny tiny fight that gets resolved very quickly, readers dad being a smidgen manipulative (nothing that bad), allusions to sex but nothing explicit

word count: 5.9k

a/n: gn!reader, kook!reader, reader is implied to be shorter than jj (which i mean isn’t really that hard)

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There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place

“And so then I said, hey wait! That’s my boat!”

You forced a laugh at the punchline to a joke you didn’t quite understand, knowing that you had to maintain a happy and invested front every time your parents dragged you off to one of these extravagant parties that you had always held a distaste for. It was always the same, your mother treated you like her own personal dress up doll, shoving you into expensive clothes that you hated and perfecting your appearance just so that she could present you to her friends.

You were always expected to be on your best behavior, kind and polite, invested in conversations that you didn’t care about with people that you cared about even less. Midsummers was always the worst. Your parents were usually uptight and controlling during these fancy events, but during Midsummers, their Kook craziness was practically tripled. It was suffocating, and frankly, exhausting.

Everyone around you was fake, and you knew that. No one really cared about each other or anything actually going on in each other’s lives. It was all a show, a way to brag to each other about their possessions and show off their wealth. It was sickening. The other side of the island was struggling to even afford food and shelter, and here you were, surrounded by selfish people with endless riches who wouldn’t even think about helping someone else with their money.

You politely excused yourself, stepping away from the conversation and walking off to an empty section of the porch wrapped around the Island Club. You needed a break, if you had to keep up that perfect little rich kid act any longer, you knew that you would snap. And you didn’t want to deal with the disappointed looks from your parents and the pitying looks from others at your building outburst. So you decided to walk away, in order to collect yourself you had to go somewhere where you could be alone.

Or at least, you thought you were alone.

Walls of insincerity

Shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you

You heard him before you saw him. Hurried footsteps and curses mumbled under his breath. You couldn’t recognize his voice, which intrigued you because you knew everyone from your side of the island, and you knew everyone at Midsummers. And yet, there was someone new approaching you. A stranger. And when you turned to face him, your interest was piqued even more.

He was gorgeous. Unkempt blond hair and the bluest eyes you had ever seen. You felt your heart stop for a moment as you just looked at him. He didn’t seem to notice you yet, and you weren’t sure if you wanted him to, not wanting the trance he had set you in to be broken.

He was wearing something that almost looked like the uniform the waiters wore, but there were noticeable differences. The coloring of the vest was off, and he wore a bowtie instead of the ties worn by the rest of the waiters. He didn’t belong there, but he was trying to make it seem like he did.

Most of the people there didn’t spare a second glance to the “help”, which would probably explain how his uninvited presence had so far been undetected. But you were different, you noticed people and you noticed things about them. You saw everyone as a person and gave them the attention they deserved, unlike the shallow Kooks who looked down on anyone who didn’t live in Figure 8.

He kept walking towards you, still blissfully unaware of your presence. The more you looked at him, the more you felt yourself wanting to know everything about him. Everything in your life was a certainty, everything perfectly formulated and planned by people who weren’t you. Just once in your life, you wanted something different. You wanted to experience something where you wouldn’t know what was going to happen next. And for some reason, you felt like that experience would be him.

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

Across the room, your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

The stranger finally looked up, his eyes catching yours, and he froze. He had just seemed like he was in a hurry, panicking about something, but all of that seemed to fade away when he looked into your eyes.

You watched him curiously, a smile dancing across your face at his dazed expression. He walked over to you, slower than he had been walking before, a smile of fake confidence on his face. You took a few steps forward to meet him, your eyes still lost in his.

“H-hi. I’m JJ,” the stranger said, noticeably wincing when he stuttered.

You simply smiled back at him, your heart pounding inside your chest from how close you were to him. “Y/n.”

He opened his mouth to respond when you both heard a group of people running in your direction. His eyes widened in panic as he looked back over his shoulder. You leaned to the side to see what he was looking at, and you scrunched your face up in disgust at the sight of Rafe, Topper, and Kelce. Of course it was them. Could they just go one night without starting a fight or harassing someone who just looked at them in the wrong way?

“This is probably gonna sound really strange, but can you hide me? Or misdirect them? Just something, please?”

You glance back at his panicked face, and you know what was about to happen. Rafe and his two little sidekicks were about to jump the poor guy, who probably didn’t even do anything to provoke them. You nodded and grabbed JJ’s arm, leading him over to the railing on the porch.

“Jump down, hide in the bushes. I’ll get rid of them.”

JJ looked relieved and smiled gratefully, doing as you said and hiding himself in the bushes the best that he could. You turned around and pretended to be busy on your phone when Rafe, Topper, and Kelce finally approached you.

“Y/n! Hey!” Rafe said, a fake smile plastered on his face. “You didn’t happen to see someone running through here, did you? Pogue, fake waiter uniform?”

You pretended to think for a moment before nodding. “Oh yeah! He just ran through here about a minute ago. He jumped over the railing and ran towards the water, probably to a boat or something. He’s probably gone by now. Why? Did something happen?”

Rafe clenched his jaw in frustration as he looked past you towards the shore. “Not yet. We probably scared him away. Oh well. We’ll get him next time.”

You nodded and forced a smile, pretending to be pleased with that response. The three of them walked away, all looking very pissed off, and you waited until they were out of sight to turn back to where JJ was hiding.

“Okay, the coast is clear. They’re gone,” you said, smiling softly when you saw JJ crawling out of the bushes.

You reached down to grab his hands, helping him back onto the porch. He brushed the dirt off of his clothes before looking back up at you and smiling.

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

“So, what’d you do to piss them off? Breathe near them?”

JJ laughed at your words, a smile overtaking his face. He was beautiful, and you knew right then and there, that you would do anything to see him smile.

“Surprisingly, nothing. Usually I tend to provoke them, accidentally or not, but this time all I did was walk by them and then they were trynna jump me!”

“You probably did it wrong. Rafe is very particular about how people walk. You do it wrong, he’ll beat the shit out of you,” you said in a faux serious tone, barely keeping a straight face as you spoke.

As soon as you finished speaking, you and JJ bursted into laughter, despite what you said not being that funny. It was just something about him, just being with him made you feel lighter than air, his smile infectious and his laughter contagious. And you had a sneaking suspicion that he felt the same way about you.

“Y’know, you’re not like any other Kook that I’ve met before,” JJ remarked, slightly out of breath from his fit of laughter.

You raised an eyebrow at his words. “In a good way, I hope?”

“Definitely,” JJ said, stepping closer to you. “You’re the first one I’ve met that’s treated me like a person, not like something less than.”

“Everyone deserves to be treated like a person. It drives me insane when I see the way that even my own parents talk to people who they deem less than us. It’s such bullshit.”

“You really aren’t like the rest of the Kooks. What’re you doing here then? At this fancy Kook party with all of the fancy Kook snobs?”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, the topic already annoying you. “Trust me, definitely not my decision. My parents drag me along to all their little parties, showing me off like I’m some prized show dog. I hate it.”

“So why don’t you just leave?”

You sighed longingly. “I wish I could. This is as close to leaving as I can get. My parents would lose their shit if they found out that I left.”

“If they really annoy you so much, why do you care what they think?”

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

Before you could even get the chance to think about a response, you heard your father calling your name. You looked over to see him standing near the now almost empty dance floor, searching for you in the dwindling crowd.

You turned back to JJ with a frown, and he already seemed to know what you were going to say.

“It’s fine, I get it. You have to go, and you don’t want to be seen with me. Am I right?”

You shook your head, reaching forward to grab his hands, his touch almost electrifying you. “It’s not that. I mean, yes I have to go. But, I don’t care about being seen with you. It’s just, I don’t know what my dad is going to say to you if he does see us. He’s… judgemental. And that’s putting it lightly. I just don’t want you to have to deal with another one of his moods.”

JJ smiled softly at your words. You weren’t ashamed of him, you were trying to protect him. Not that you really needed to, he could handle himself and he was definitely used to dealing with unkind comments from people who looked down on him. But just knowing that you were trying to protect him from all of that made his heart flutter.

“Y/n!” your father called again, seeming a bit more impatient than he had been the previous time.

You noticed the pen sticking out of JJ’s pocket and grabbed it, taking his hand in yours and writing your number on his arm.

“I’d like to see you again, if you’d like that too. You’re the first real person I’ve ever met.”

Before JJ could respond, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You pulled away and smiled at his dazed expression before turning around and running over to your parents. You had barely spoken to him for more than five minutes, but there was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you. And you knew that you were definitely going to see him again.

This night is sparklin', don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushin' all the way home

I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

“There you are! Where have you been? Your mother and I were worried sick!” your father said, rushing over to you when he saw you approaching and immediately pulling you into a tight hug.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at his dramatics. You had only been gone for ten, maybe fifteen minutes at the most. That’s hardly long enough to warrant worry, and you knew he was overreacting in an attempt to make you feel guilty about wandering off. And his manipulation used to work on you, before you finally became aware of what he was doing, learning how to perfect your responses to give him what he wanted, without allowing yourself to fall victim to his mind games. It wasn’t like he was a particularly bad father, he was just overprotective and set in his ways, and he thought that the only way that you could succeed in life was to be perfect, which is exactly how he was trying to make you.

“Sorry! I hadn’t realized that I was gone for so long. But… I met a guy,” you said vaguely, trying to introduce the possibility of a new presence in your life as gently as possible, and without revealing that he wasn’t the type of boy your father was expecting you to be interested in.

“Oh? And who is this mystery man?”

You smiled, your mind getting lost in thoughts of JJ. “Well I could tell you, but then he wouldn’t be a mystery.”

The lingering question kept me up

2AM, who do you love?

I wonder 'til I'm wide awake

You laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing with thoughts as the memories from just a few hours ago played on loop inside your head. Now it was two in the morning, and you couldn’t stop yourself from overthinking even if you tried. Was JJ actually into you like you thought he was? Were you just misreading everything? Maybe he was just looking for a friend, and you had gone and scared him away with a kiss.

You sat up, groaning in frustration. There was no way that you were going to get to sleep now. Your thoughts had scared you awake, and now you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering even further. What if he was already with someone? That wasn’t an entirely unreasonable thought. Only a few minutes spent with him and you already thought he was perfect. Why wouldn’t someone else feel the same way?

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you muttered to yourself, opening your phone to check your messages to see if you had missed something.

But of course, there was nothing. He hadn’t texted you. Granted, it had been close to midnight when you got home and it had only been a few hours since you met him, but in your anxiety-filled state, you couldn’t help but think that you blew it. You either drove him away or made a move on a taken man. And you were likely never going to see him again.

Unless…

And now, I'm pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I'd open up and you would say

"Hey, it was enchanting to meet you"

All I know is I was enchanted to meet you

You stood up, throwing the covers off of your legs, and started to pace back and forth in front of your bed, your thoughts racing as you fell into a spiral. Maybe he did feel the exact same way as you. He had stuttered when he introduced himself, maybe he was just really nervous around you. If he was nervous, then it would make sense that he hasn’t called or texted you yet. Maybe he’s just too scared too!

You paused, grimacing when you realized how out of control your thoughts had gotten. You had begun reading into every single little thing, stretching details and fabricating stories, creating something out of nothing. You didn’t know how he felt, and realistically, you had no way of knowing unless he told you. And now it was almost three in the morning, he was probably asleep and you wouldn’t hear anything from him at least until the sun was up.

You sat down on your bed, feeling your mind slow down as you came back to reality. You knew you were overthinking, and that continuing to do so would only drive you mad. And yet, you couldn’t help yourself from imagining scenarios, daydreaming about what you wanted to happen and fantasizing about what-ifs and maybes.

You knew it was impossible, but you wished JJ would show up at your front door. He would tell you that he felt that same spark that you felt, and that it wasn’t all in your head. The two of you would walk down the shore, talking about anything and everything until the sun came up. Then he would walk you back to your door and just as you were about to walk inside, he’d grab your hand and spin you around, kissing you like you had never been kissed before.

You felt your stomach erupt into butterflies at just the thought of it. It all seemed so perfect. You knew that it wasn’t real, but maybe, one day, it could be.

This night is sparklin', don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushin' all the way home

I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew

“Ooo, someone’s all giddy. What’s going on with you? Finally meet your Prince Charming?” Sarah said teasingly as she sat down beside you in the sand.

You were at a kegger on the beach, far from your usual scene, but you knew that JJ would probably be there. Which is why you said yes when Sarah invited you, making her squeal in excitement about you finally agreeing to come to a party with her. And now you were sat by yourself, your eyes scanning the crowd as you looked for the most beautiful guy you had ever seen.

You smiled, feeling your face heat up in a blush. “You could say that…”

Sarah’s eyes widened as she grabbed your arm and shook you with excitement. She had been continuously trying to set you up with someone, knowing how much you longed to not be alone. Every single date had been a disaster, each Kook she had chosen for you just as insufferable as the last. She had practically given up hope, but here you were, almost giggling to yourself at just the thought of him.

“Really?! I need to know everything! Spill!”

You bit your lip as you smiled, feeling yourself grow continually more flustered the longer you thought about him. “You probably know him. His name is JJ. I met him a few days ago at Midsummers, and I just felt this spark. I gave him my number, but he hasn’t even texted yet. It’s probably not gonna go anywhere, but I thought that maybe I could find him here and try again.”

Sarah’s eyes widened in shock. “Oh my god! You’re the mystery person from Midsummers!”

“What…?” you asked, not following what Sarah was saying.

“John B told me about it. JJ met someone at Midsummers, you, and you wrote your number on his arm. He forgot to write your number down before he went surfing. Your number washed off! That’s why he hasn’t texted you, he can’t!”

“Wait, really? So, I didn’t scare him away or something?”

“No! He’s practically been beating himself up over it. I heard him say that this was the first time he believed in love at first sight! C’mon, I know where he is! Let’s go!”

Sarah stood up and grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet, before she took off running towards where her new friends were, dragging you along behind her.

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

“JJ! JJ!” Sarah called as she approached them, capturing the attention of the blond boy, who looked up when he heard his name being called.

JJ stood up and walked over to Sarah, not noticing your presence just yet. “What? Is something wrong?”

Sarah shook her head and smiled, stepping aside so JJ could see you better. His eyes widened when he saw you, and you could almost see a faint blush painting his cheeks.

“Found them! I’ll let you two catch up. But just know, if you hurt them, I will kill you,” Sarah said, trying her best to appear threatening.

“So… lost my number, huh?” you asked, a teasing smile on your face.

JJ smiled sheepishly, pulling off his baseball cap and running a hand through his hair. “Yeah… guess you could say I had a bit of a blond moment.”

You laughed softly, taking a step closer to him. “I was going crazy. Thought I scared you off or something.”

JJ shook his head, smiling at you once more. “I don’t think that’s even possible.”

“I should hope so. According to Sarah, you said it was love at first sight.”

JJ’s eyes widened as he face went red with embarrassment. “She- uhm… she said that? Did she say anything else…?”

“No… Why? Something else I should know?” you grinned, inching closer to him until your hands were brushing together.

“Uhh, no I don’t think so. Nothing that important,” JJ said, trying to avert his gaze from yours, but ultimately being unable able to keep his eyes off of you for that long.

“I think we should pick up where we left off. Y’know, since we were so rudely interrupted last time.”

JJ smiled, his nerves slowly subsiding. “That sounds like a great idea.”

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the storyline ends

JJ moved closer to you, one of his hands resting against your waist as the other came up to cup the side of your face. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. There wasn’t any more space between the two of you, it was becoming impossible to tell where he ended and where you began. And before you even had the chance to start overthinking, JJ leaned in.

Time stopped when his lips touched yours. Everything around you disappeared, fading into the background. Nothing else mattered but you and him, and this moment you were sharing. It was magical. That was the only way you could think of to describe it. His lips moving against yours gently, you could practically feel him telling you everything he hadn’t said yet. It was truly unlike anything you had experienced before, just like you had dreamed it would be.

“Wow,” you whispered, not realizing that you had voiced your feelings aloud.

“My thoughts exactly,” JJ said, resting his forehead against yours.

The sound of cheers and applause broke you and JJ out of your moment, and you turned to see his friends and Sarah cheering at the two of you for kissing, causing JJ’s face to turn red, which he then tried to hide in your neck.

“Never had you pegged as the shy type, JJ,” John B said, laughing at his friend’s embarrassment.

“I’m not,” JJ mumbled against your neck, pulling you closer to him.

You laughed softly, running your fingers through his hair. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Oh, shut up,” he replied, a slight whine in his voice.

“Make me.”

“Gladly.”

And JJ kissed you again.

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

“I should get going soon. I have a curfew,” you said, smiling apologetically at JJ.

“You’re Kook royalty, of course you have a curfew,” JJ said, the usual amount of snark in his voice without any malice present.

“You better not lose my number this time,” you warned, poking him on the shoulder.

He grinned. “Already got it saved. And besides, even if I did happen to lose it again, I could always get it from Sarah.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled at him, already completely smitten for the boy you’ve only spent a few hours with. You weren’t normally like this, you almost never fell that hard for someone that fast, but things were different with JJ. He just had some kind of effect on you, and you just couldn’t help falling head over heels for him.

You kissed him quickly before standing up to walk away, when you felt him grab your hand and pull you back, spinning you into his lap so he could kiss you again. Your hands rested against his neck as you kissed him back, feeling yourself getting lost in the moment. Until Sarah cleared her throat.

“Ahem. Parents. Curfew. Ten minutes. Any of this ringing a bell?”

She sounded frustrated, but you knew she wasn’t actually upset. Reluctantly, you pulled away from JJ, pressing one more quick kiss to his lips before standing up and walking over to Sarah.

“Alright, grumpy. Let’s go home,” you said, elbowing Sarah in the side as you burst into a fit of laughter.

You started walking away with her, only to turn around and look back at JJ one more time. “I’ll see you soon, handsome.”

You could barely contain your smile at the way his cheeks turned red from your words.

I was enchanted to meet you

Please, don't be in love with someone else

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you

Please, don't be in love with someone else

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you

“Is it true that you’re dating JJ Maybank?” your friend Scarlet asked you, shock evident on her face.

“Well… not exactly dating. Yet,” you replied, a lovestruck smile on your face.

“You’ve heard about his reputation, right?” she asked, donning a concerned frown.

Your smile faltered and you scrunched your brows in confusion. “Reputation?”

Her eyes widened. “You really don’t know?”

You sighed, glaring over at her. “Just tell me.”

“He’s a player. Every time he gets involved with someone, he sleeps with them and then dumps them the next day. I just don’t want you to get your heart broken when the same thing happens to you.”

Everything fell silent around you as her words replayed in your head. Was she right? Was that really all JJ wanted from you? You thought there was a connection, something real between the two of you. God, how could you have been so stupid?!

“I- I have to go,” you mumbled, standing up and walking away from the bonfire you were sat at with your friends, stumbling slightly in your daze.

Scarlet called out to you, but you couldn’t make out what she said. You just kept walking until you found your bike, mounting it and pedaling all the way home. Your mind wandered over the memories of your two short days with JJ. Everything had been moving so fast. How could you have thought there was something real? Of course that’s all he wanted from you. That’s all guys ever wanted from you.

You got to your house, letting your bike fall to the ground as you walked towards the porch. You had almost made it to the door when you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. A red motorcycle. One that definitely didn’t belong to either of your parents.

You paused your movements and turned to look at it, suddenly noticing the person standing next to it. JJ. What was he doing here? Hadn’t he already done enough? Maybe he was here to finally end it, getting out before you got too attached.

“Hey!” he called out, walking over to you with a smile that you didn’t return.

Your lips turned down into a pout as you gazed at him, forcing out a meek, “Hi,” in response.

This night is sparklin', don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushin' all the way home

I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew

JJ finally reached you, his hand coming up to rest against your cheek.

“What’s wrong? Why do you look so sad, beautiful?”

You huffed, gently pushing his hand away from you. “What do you want?”

JJ put his hands up in defense as he looked at you in bewilderment. “Woah, someone’s hostile. What’s going on? Did I upset you or something?”

“I know what you’re trying to do. And it isn’t going to work.”

“Okay…,” JJ raised an eyebrow at you, still utterly confused. “And what exactly do you think I’m trying to do?”

“I heard about you from Scarlet. Your reputation. How you sleep with people and then ghost them right after. Is that really all I am to you? Another chance for a hookup?”

JJ let out a puff of air, looking slightly deflated. “Alright, I may have done stuff like that in the past, but that was only because I didn’t really care about any of them.”

“Wow. You’re really helping your case here.”

JJ groaned in exasperation, running his fingers through his hair frustratedly. “No, what I meant was… that’s all they were. Hookups. Both sides knew that and didn’t care. But with you… it’s different.”

Your tough demeanor softened slightly at his words and you took a tentative step towards him. “How so?”

“I- I actually care about you. I have feelings for you. I’ve never felt like this for someone before. It’s all new and terrifying, but you’re worth it all. I don’t want to just use you for a one night stand, or anything like that. I want you and I want to be with you for as long as you’ll let me.”

JJ’s expression softened as he continued to look at you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. You smiled softly, reaching up to place your hand against his cheek. JJ put his hand on top of yours, leaning into your touch. Your heart warmed at the sight.

“I want to be with you too. So badly. I guess I just got scared when I heard all of that because I didn’t want it to be true. I didn’t want to be just another meaningless night to you.”

“You could never be meaningless to me. You’re so much more than that. You’re everything.”

This night is flawless (Please, don't be in love with someone else)

Don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck (Please, don't have somebody waiting on you)

Dancing around all alone

“Are you sure about this? What if they don’t like me?” you asked, biting your lip nervously as you glanced up at JJ.

He simply smiled and leaned down to kiss you, immediately washing away all of your worries with just one touch. It’d been a month since you and JJ first met, and now you were finally official. The only thing left was for him to introduce you to his friends, who you only met once at a party, while they were all wasted. This was your chance for a do over, and you wanted everything to be perfect.

“You’re my significant other, of course they’ll like you! And even if they don’t, which would never ever happen, I’ll make them like you. So really, you have nothing to worry about either way.”

You smiled at him, trying to calm your nerves as you gripped his hand tightly. “I hope you’re right.”

“I am right. Trust me. Now, c’mon. They’re waiting,” JJ said, smiling excitedly as he led you over to John B’s backyard where everyone was sitting around a fire pit.

“There you are, man. Thought you got lost or something,” John B said, a joking grin on his face.

He finally took notice of you standing beside JJ and furrowed his brows in confusion. Apparently he hadn’t remembered meeting you at that kegger.

“Who’s-,” John B started, only to get cut off by Sarah.

“Y/n!” she cheered excitedly, standing up and rushing over to hug you.

You hugged her back, relieved that you had at least one friend there. Sarah let you go and turned back to the group.

“Guys, this is y/n. Y/n, this is everyone!”

“Wha- hey! I wanted to introduce them!” JJ said, pouting at Sarah.

You giggled and turned to face him, kissing his cheek and instantly putting a smile back on his face.

“Woah! Okay, when did this happen?” Kie asked, looking between you and JJ in shock.

“So, you guys remember the person I met at Midsummers?” JJ asked, a giddy smile on his face.

“Yeah, the one who’s number you lost by being an idiot,” Pope said, not following where JJ was going.

“Well, here they are!” he said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into him.

“What?! How?! You said you lost their number,” Pope asked in shock.

“You can thank me for that,” Sarah said, smiling proudly at her actions. “Y/n agreed to come with me to a kegger for once, and then I found out it was only because they were looking for JJ. I gave them each others’ numbers and the rest is history.”

I'll spend forever (Please, don't be in love with someone else)

Wonderin' if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

“Hey JJ?” you asked, lifting your head from its place on his chest.

The two of you were lying on a hammock in John B’s backyard. Everyone else had fallen asleep already, leaving just the two of you alone in a peaceful silence.

“Yeah?” He tilted his head to look down at you, his eyes blinking sleepily.

“I love you. I- I know it’s really early and all, but I do. And I just thought you should know.”

JJ’s eyes widened in surprise, and you took that as a bad reaction, instantly panicking and trying to take back your words.

“Uhm- what I meant was… I mean, what I was really trying to say… I- I didn’t-,” you rambled, JJ cutting you off by placing his hand over your mouth.

“Hey. None of that now. I- I love you too. I’m just not used to hearing someone say that they love me. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever heard that before. At least, not from someone who actually meant it. Except from these guys, but still…” JJ smiled awkwardly, feeling himself begin to ramble.

You placed your hands on his cheeks and leaned in to kiss him, pouring all of your love for him into your actions and making sure he could feel just how much you really loved him.

“Well I love you, JJ Maybank. And I mean it.”

He smiled up at you, hearts in his eyes, and he pulled you back down for another kiss.

“I don’t even wanna imagine what my life would’ve been like if I hadn’t met you.”

You smiled at his words, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

“You’re the best thing in my life, JJ. And the only good thing to ever come from Midsummers,” you said, laughing softly at your words.

“I love you,” JJ said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back into his embrace.

Please, don't be in love with someone else

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you