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wonwoonlight · 3 years ago

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my way to you / jeon wonwoo | chapter 1

➝ Wonwoo x fem!Reader

➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // best friends to lovers // idiots to lovers lol // fluff // a lil drama bc why not // somewhat angsty // clicheeeee <3

➝ series warning: OC is Dense with a capital D, so many cliches but idc, implied sexual activities (but no actual smut scenes), eventual suggestive scenes, theyre both idiots, food, insecurity and self doubts, somewhat toxic parents, someone fainted like once, not always proofread am sorry ;-; that’s probably it? tell me if there’s more!

➝ A/N: hiiiii!!!! ahh im so excited for this 🙈🙈 thank you for those who have waited for this since i announced the fic, and if you remember me rambling about CEO!Wonwoo fic and the lack thereof, this is the outcome of it lol though he's not exactly CEO here. anyway!! please enjoy and give me your feedbacks; be it replies, asks, tags, or just keyboard smash, your comments mean the world to me and it's literally the only thing keeping me writing ❤❤ on another note, pls stay safe and healthy all the time still :) here's to hoping Wonwoo will get better sooner rather than later ;-;

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“Okay, what did you do this time?” Wonwoo asks without even looking at you, fresh out of his bathroom already fit in a white dress shirt while busy trying to tie a proper necktie for once.

You snicker at him, pretending to be offended as you stand up from his bed and make your way to where he’s at in front of the mirror before you slap his hand away so you can do it for him. “What, I can’t see my best friend first thing in the morning?”

“You, princess?” he quirks an eyebrow, though the teasing smile on his face always reminds you that he never means offense. “You only come to my place in the morning after an episode with your parents.”

“Wrong,” you cheerfully remark, your hand pats the perfectly tied necktie on his chest. “I also come if it’s not morning because my parents scold me everytime they have the chance.”

Wonwoo whispers a quick thanks as he ruffles your hair, making his way to the kitchen with you trailing behind him.

You’ve always loved Wonwoo’s penthouse, not only because it has a beautiful view of the city, but because Wonwoo lives only by himself. He has a helper that would come when he’s at work, helping him clean and tidy his place, already gone before he’s returned. This means Wonwoo’s place is… quiet, and it’s out of anyone’s prying eyes.

It’s serene and you consider it more home than your own condo. You probably sleep here more than there too.

“That’s because you always make problems for them,” he laughs, taking out two bowls and placing them in front of you on the kitchen island. “What did they make you do this time?”

“Another marriage prospect,” you pout as you take the spoon for him. He turns away to take two boxes of cereal, and then puts the other back to the cabinet when you point at the Oreo Oz. “Why are they obsessed with getting me married?”

“Because you refuse to learn your family’s business ropes and take over?” he says like a broken record. Wonwoo doesn’t agree with the way your parents think; he doesn’t get why they still feel the need to marry you off because you don’t want to take over their business. You’ve even told them Jeonghan would be the better choice, because your cousin actually likes the business and he’s already the Chief of Finance now–why would they hand the company over to you who has no idea how to run a business just because your father is the first son?

“Won, I only know how to handle the GM post at most,” you whine pitifully, watching him pour the milk to your bowl. “I don’t want the responsibility over a company. It’d only fall under my hand.”

Wonwoo sighs, already used to this particular complaint because it happens at least twice a month. If he’s being completely honest, he knows you're capable to even take the director seat if you want; but you’ve never wanted to devote yourself to the company and Wonwoo knows the most you’d accept is the head department position if it comes to it.

He takes the seat next to you and then spins the stool you’re sitting at so you’d look at him. “You know I don’t agree with them. But we’re all aware they think getting you married to another wealthy family would be the better option if you’re not going to take over yourself.”

“They are just really into their wealth, huh?” you mumble to yourself, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “I’m just there to make sure their business expands somehow.”

He bites back another sigh at your words, well aware that your family, and a lot of other families in this high class society, only care about their status and whatnots instead of the happiness of their children. He’s lucky that his family still lets him do what he wishes; they didn’t even blink an eye when he said he wanted to learn photography, even supported him when he got into an exhibition. He knows a lot of parents in their circle would see it as a waste of time when he could’ve studied stocks and traded them instead, or perhaps played golf to find connections.

But Wonwoo also knows it’s because, ultimately, he has promised he wouldn’t abandon their family business and he’d still be a part of it no matter where his interest lies. Plus, his older brother is pretty reliable and he’s set to take over just about anytime. Wonwoo isn’t that ambitious, and he gladly accepts the offer to be one of the directors because it’s actually less hassle than the president director position Jinyoung is going to claim.

“Because they don’t know any better,” Wonwoo softly says. “You matter more than that, princess.”

You cringe at the nickname, making Wonwoo laugh at your scrunched nose. It’s a stupid nickname Jinyoung made for you when you were kids, because you’re the only girl in their circle and you always insisted on wearing a dress everytime you played with them.

Wonwoo knows it annoys you and, being the best friend that he is, he keeps the nickname even though everyone else has stopped calling you that once you turned six. You don’t mind if he uses it when he’s being annoying, but not when he’s using that comforting tone of his.

It’s weird and you have yet to discover the reason for the strange feeling in your stomach everytime he does that.

“Why can’t I marry you?” you absentmindedly say as you stir the cereal in your bowl, not noticing the way Wonwoo holds his breath at your words. The question seems to trigger something within you though, because you immediately sit straight and look at him in the eyes. “Wait. Why don’t I marry you?”

“Because you don’t see me that way?” he answers calmly, pretending like your question didn’t just send him into a spiral of emotions.

“What, as if I’d see anyone they set me up with that way,” you brush off. “Better you than any of them. Why can’t I marry you? Am I not pretty enough, Won?”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m most definitely not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not!” you huff in annoyance. “You fit in every category they want for a son-in-law. Plus, they already know you and your family so they’d have no choice but to agree. Not to forget that Father likes your dad so much.”

Wonwoo rubs his temple–it’s barely 8 in the morning and you’re proposing marriage to him, unaware of how long he’s been in love with you all this time. He doesn’t know if he should be glad that you’re this dense, but right now, it’s just plain annoying because you don’t know what your words do to him.

“You don’t want to marry me,” he says at last, and you know it’s the end of the conversation because Wonwoo rarely calls you by your name unless he’s making a point. “You know me and I’m not going to be a good husband.”

“You always take care of me though,” you frown, confused. “More than anyone ever does, if we’re counting. Whoever they pair me with, I’m sure they won’t be able to understand me as much as you do.”

He shakes his head again, telling you to stop thinking about it because it’s just not possible and you’re spewing nonsense.

“Is it because you already have a girlfriend?” you shoot out of nowhere, making Wonwoo choke on his cereal. You quickly pat his back and hand him a glass of water after you make sure he’s fine.

“That you don’t know about?” he dryly asks, fixing his glasses. “I’m not crazy enough to have a girlfriend and not tell you. You’d murder me in my sleep.”

“Good boy,” you grin at his words, patting him on the cheek as you do so, missing the way Wonwoo softly exhales the moment you return to your cereal.

If only you knew.

“My favorite cousin!” you announce your arrival at Jeonghan’s place, immediately going to Jeonghan himself and hug him tightly. Shua looks betrayed, but you just giggle as you hug him after that.

“I thought I’m your favorite cousin?” Shua scoffs dramatically.

“Maybe if you’re a candidate that can replace me taking over Yoon Holdings,” you shrug nonchalantly, earning a laugh from both of them.

Jeonghan and Shua are your cousins, two of the very few people that you hold dear in your life. Funnily enough, they’re actually not related by blood; because Jeonghan’s a cousin from your father’s side while Shua’s from your mother.

One day, you’re bored and you randomly called the both of them to go wakeboarding with you because the weather called for water sports and you didn’t see why not. You had figured one of them would be busy, which was why you thought you should just text them both at once and see which one would be free. Surprisingly, the two of them were and that’s how their friendship began.

Now, they’re close enough to the point where they’re living together in Jeonghan’s place because Shua’s studio is nearby and he couldn’t be bothered to buy another place in the area.

“Nope,” Shua pops the ‘p’. “I’m too in love with my studio to be able to do that. Plus, your grandfather literally built the company and Jeonghan’s a good choice.”

“Lucky you,” you pout. “My mom would go batshit crazy if I told her I wanted to build an art studio and run it myself instead of continuing the family business.”

“Your mom did try to convince me it was a bad idea. And you do know I still had to take Masters in Business and I did work in the main branch for a few years,” Shua reminds you. “But I really am lucky because dad’s company is in the fashion industry and Somi is more than willing to get into it. That’s why they eventually let me open my studio–maybe they think it’ll be good too for the company’s image.”

“Oh, it’s been sometime since I saw your sister,” you remark absentmindedly. “And I am working in Yoon Holdings, I just don’t want to take over the company.”

Jeonghan plops down next to you and hands you an iced chocolate that you happily take, muttering something about having it delivered once you say you’re dropping by. “See? Favorite cousin.”

Shua rolls his eyes, though there’s an amused smile on his face. You’ve always been his favorite cousin, maybe it’s also because he only has a total of five cousins in total including you; the other four are from his father’s side and he barely even knows them because they’re too high up on their horses.

But beyond that, Shua is used to taking care of you since you were kids, treating you like an older brother that he is. You’ve always been fiery as a kid, making troubles here and there that he has to either fish you out of them or take care of the aftermath. That part of you hasn’t changed, but he’s kind of glad that you don’t lose it either because it means that chaebol life hasn’t sucked you in.

“Anyway, why are you here? Wonwoo’s too busy?” Jeonghan asks, busy scrolling through his email from his iPad.

“I have a meeting later this afternoon and I’m bored,” you say as you lean on his shoulder. “Plus, I know you’re working from home today.”

Jeonghan and Shua look at you pointedly, and you pout as you admit Wonwoo has an important meeting at the moment and you can’t possibly bother him. Your cousin hums at that before leaning his head back on you. “Meeting for the annual party?”

“Yup,” you slurp on your drink. “I’ve been made project manager, but it’s still the first meeting so I figure I don’t really have anything to prepare. Could just refer to last year’s party because I managed that one too.”

Shua looks at you curiously, only speaking out what’s on his mind when you shoot him a ‘what?’ with your eyes. “You’re pretty good at that, aren’t you? You’re always in charge when the company is holding big events.”

“It’s better than sitting behind the desk all the time,” you shrug as you cling closer to Jeonghan. Your cousin nudges you just for the sake of it, and then chuckles when you hit his arm in annoyance. “Plus, it’s the only way my parents will lay it off even a little. They’re still annoyed that I don’t want to take the Heads positions, but at least I’m still working under the company and being the project manager for big events means they get to say I take care of everything and all that. Imagery and publicity, you know.”

“Well, but you are good,” Jeonghan reminds you softly. “They wouldn’t let you manage all of those events if you prove to be bad at it. You even take care of the charity dinner, don’t you?”

“Yes and I made sure there won’t be vegetables except for the appetizers and garnish,” you grin happily, the kind of grin that makes Shua remember how much alike you and Jeonghan are. “Well, unless the guests are vegan or have certain diets, we obviously have to accommodate them.”

“When’s the charity dinner again?” Shua asks.

“Was supposed to be this month. But Wonwoo’s busy so I made up reasons about why it should be next month instead because I don’t want to be surrounded by these people without him.”

Jeonghan and Shua share a look at that, wondering how you could be so blind over how dependent you are with your best friend. Or maybe you are aware of it but you simply think it’s normal to be that way because he is your best friend. Either way, the cousin duo can only feel so bad for Wonwoo who clearly considers you more than that.

“Wait, next month?” Jeonghan pulls away from you.

“I’ll be fine,” you shake his worry away, already knowing what he’s going to bring up. “I promised your mom I’d take care of your parents’ thirty fifth wedding anniversary and I’m still doing it.”

He frowns disapprovingly at you, and you look at him in confusion as it’s unclear what gets him this upset. “So you’re going to take care of the charity dinner, my parents’ anniversary, and the preparation for the company’s annual party in the same month? You’ll wear out!”

“The charity dinner’s prep is practically done, Han,” you reassure him. “I just need to make sure everything’s going as planned. Maybe one last meeting before D-day. And for the other two, I can handle two events at once. It’s hardly the first time.”

Your cousin’s about to rebut, but his work phone rings and he groans at his secretary’s name blinking on the screen. He narrows his eyes at you before walking away to take the phone, telling you he’s not done with this.

“He’s right, you know?” Shua speaks up, eyeing you in concern. Despite exclaiming to not wanting to have anything to do with the company, you’re weirdly excited when it comes to arranging events for Yoon Holdings. “You’ve been so busy these days and I don’t think you should be handling all three events at once.”

“Two,” you repeat with a huff. “The charity dinner preparation is done.”

“You know it’s never done until it’s D-day with these events.”

You glare at him, though you know his concern is valid and it’s true that you’ve been busier than you usually are. The charity dinner is always the biggest event for you personally, and as much as it is pretentious, you still find fun in arranging the event; there’s just something bigger than pride within you when you see the event going smoothly without a hitch. Plus, at least all of the money from the event will be donated to charity so you’re less reluctant about going all out.

“I’ll be fine, Josh,” you reassure him, and Shua knows your mind is made there because you only call him Josh when you’re being stern and you’re not going to listen anymore. There’s just no way to convince you otherwise. “And you know uncle and auntie always treat me well–they're basically my parents when it comes to it. It’s the least I can do to help them prepare for their anniversary.”

“As long as you don’t forget to eat and rest properly,” he reminds you.

You don’t get the chance to answer because Jeonghan’s already back from his phone call, eyebrows furrowed as he busily types on his phone.

“You guys free this afternoon?” he asks after he’s done with his phone. “There’s this new Thai restaurant I’ve been wanting to try.”

“I’m free after 1 if you don’t mind waiting.”

You purse your lips, shaking your head at him. “Wonwoo can’t eat Thai food. Tell me if it’s good though, maybe I’ll visit with Chaeyoung one of these days.”

Your cousins once again share a knowing look with each other, wondering yet again how can you be this dense. You don’t even answer his question, but Jeonghan assumes it means you’re going to have lunch with Wonwoo today–not that it’s surprising.

“I need to go,” you stand up after checking your message, kissing them both on their cheeks as goodbye. “Gotta drop by the office before the meeting. See you!”

“When do you think she’ll notice?” Jeonghan asks after you’ve slammed the door behind you.

“About Wonwoo being in love with her?”

He rolls his eyes, calling Shua an amateur before shaking his head. “About herself being in love with him.”

Shua hums, thinking about you and Wonwoo. Between him and Jeonghan, Shua actually knows you better even though they love you just the same; you have simply spent more time with Shua since you were kids compared to Jeonghan, who you’ve only gotten close with once you’re in high school. For as long as you’ve known Wonwoo, so has Shua, because that’s just how intertwined your life and Wonwoo’s is. But while he can tell for sure that Jeon Wonwoo is in love with his cousin, he thinks it’s a little too early to say you’re in love with him too.

You’ve always been protective towards Wonwoo–more than anyone else, and you probably care about him more than you do anything in your life. But, at this moment, Shua genuinely thinks you just treasure Wonwoo so much as a person, not because you’re romantically invested in him. Still, it’s there and Shua believes your romantic interest towards the guy is just waiting to bloom.

“Are we betting?”

Jeonghan grins that cheshire grin of his, one that Shua often sees on you every time you’re planning troubles. “There's this new Porsche coming out in a few months, but it’s not going to be distributed here yet until next year. If I win, I want that car immediately after you lose the bet.”

“Oooh, we’re going big?” Shua returns his grin, intrigued. “Then I want you to pay for my studio’s expansion if I win. I’m thinking of buying the building behind my studio and expanding.”

“Deal. How long do you think it’ll take her to notice her own feelings?”

“Are we pushing her into it or are we leaving her be?”

“The latter.”

“Six months at most,” Shua throws, surprising his friend. It’s been at least fifteen years since you’ve known Wonwoo and you presumably have no idea about his feelings til this very second… but Shua, the second person who knows you best after Wonwoo himself, is saying six months?

Jeonghan narrows his eyes at him, yet to say his own guess. “You know something that I don't, don’t you?”

“I do talk to the older Jeon from time to time,” he answers vaguely with an annoying shrug.

Jeonghan seems to consider this for a moment before he gives him a determined nod, holding out his hand. “Three months.”

“Deal.”

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markflrt · 3 years ago

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ENHYPEN REACTION TO THEIR CRUSH MATCHING THEM UP WITH SOME OF HER FRIENDS

GENRE: angst | PAIRING: ot7 × fem. reader. | WARNINGS: some of them could not be accurate. too many grammar mistakes. | LILI'S NOTE: i don't really know if this can be considered as angst lol

HEESEUNG

he feels a little bit sad ☹

everytime you tell him that you "have a friend and he could hang out with her and blah blah" he's like 🥺☹

because he was planning to confess to you and now you are telling him that

he goes even more sad when you tell him "i feel like you'd love her, something tell me that you're made for each other"

"maded for each other?? don't you think that's intense?"

"no hee, i feel it"

he probably thinks that you don't see him as other thing that friends

everytime you try to show him some photos of your friend he don't even try to hide his sad face :(

"i'm actually very busy to date anyone y/n. i'm sorry"

that's the answer that he give u everytime

JAY

he REFUSES inmediatly. no even considerate the possibility of posibilities being another possibility lol mark lee get out of my brain i beg you

when you start saying "i have a friend that likes you..." he's already pissed 😠

well not really pissed but... u know... kinda

and you don't understand why?? he's??? like that?????

"i don't need you to match me up with no one y/n. stop" 🙄

"but if you meet her you may like her, she's very pretty and..."

"i said no"

if you keep trying he probably will not have another option than confess

"why are you like this" you ask felling a little mad "because i don't wanna date with another one than you y/n. don't you got it?? damn"

yes he's kinda agressive but cute lol

JAKE

confused puppy 🥺

he don't know how to act when you tell him about your new friend who seems like have a crush on him

"i don't think it's like that, you are seeing things were they're not"

"i tell you jake, she likes you, like, a lot"

he's very gentle, and that's the problem

and now he has a date with that girl because he don't know how to tell a "no"

at least not to you 😢

but when the day come, and you are helping him to choose the correct outfit he just can't stand it anymore

"i don't wanna go y/n" he says in a low voice

"why? do you feel sick or something?"

"no. i don't wanna go bcs the only girl that i wanna have a date with is you. i don't wanna pretend anymore"

SUNGHOON

he gets cocky when you tell him that your friend likes him and they should date

"i know, like, who will not like me?" that's what he says

but in the inside he's kinda worried

does that means that you don't see him in the same way as he do??

is that a sign to end with his crush on you?

he O V E R T H I N G S

"why you wanna match me up with someone?" he ask when you tried to show him a photo of your friend

"why not? you need a girlfriend, you said it the other day"

yes he said it, but with "i think i need a girlfriend" he means I WANNA YOU TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND

"goshhhh why are you so blindddd" he whines

you're like ????? what ???

SUNOO

he's your bestie 👫

so one day you were having a meal with him and your classmate

she clearly got very interested on him

pls sunoo is soo sweet and gentle oc everyone loves him 😢😢😢😢

and they had a really smooth conversation FOR HOURS

so you decided to leave them alone after a while

after that he calls you asking why did you leave like that

"you seemed very interested on each other and i didn't want to be a third wheel"

"what are you saying? are you jealousy or something??"

"of course not, in fact, i think you look good together, you should date her"

he's kinda sad after hearing you saying that

JUNGWON

you actuallt become closer to him bcs your friend asked you

she literally said "go and make friends with him and the introduce us" like a damn sociopath

and yang jungwon seems like a nice person, that's why you accepted

but you didn't know that he already had a crush on you

which become even bigger after you started to talk to him

but you had a mission: introduce your friend to junwon

so one time, you decided to bring your friend on one of your "study dates"

jungwon didn't like it 😠😠

why did you bring your friend???? ☹😠😠

but he's gentle and will never say something like that

and when your friend asked him if he likes someone he's like 😨

"yes, i actually like someone"

oc he's not going to confess right there. no. it has to be perfect

he said that bcs smart boi noticed your friend intentions

NI-KI

you and riki become friends in your dance classes

and in one of the proyects you had to make duos and create a choreography

niki thought you'll be together bcs you were besties

but no, you made duo with another person, which made him him kinda sad 😢

"i thought we are going to do it together" he said

"i'm sorry riki" you said smiling "but you can do it with y/f/n, she's pretty and tall. you look good together. and she dances as good as you"

"that don't make any sense y/n" 🙄🙄

he didn't really know about his own crush on you, but seeing you practice with another person maked him realize it

"you look so good together, like an idol couple" you said about a hundred times

but he hated to hear it 😫

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leejungchans · 4 years ago

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— dance with me?

word count: 1.7k

pairing: dino (svt) x ateez oc (juliet)

warning(s): none!!

genre: an overwhelming amount of fluff bc i love lee chan

set on february 11, 2021

summary: during a late-night date on dino’s birthday, he asks juliet a special question.

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minnie 🐭❤️ [22:16] i’m heading down now!! (◕‿◕) don’t drive off without me please ur so sexc 😩😩

From where he is, parked a street down from the building where ATEEZ’s dorm is in, Chan shakes his head fondly, looking out the window from the driver’s seat for any sign of his girlfriend.

Sure enough, just a few minutes later, Juliet emerges from the building’s entrance, glancing down the mostly empty street before spotting the familiar car.

Under the light of the street lamps, he can see that she’s wearing a huge puffer jacket with a scarf wrapped around her neck, purple hair stuffed under her beanie to avoid catching the attention of prying eyes. With all the layers she has on, she reminds him of a waddling penguin as she speed-walks towards the car.

Cute.

Chan unlocks the door as Juliet approaches, her eyes smiling while she settles into the passenger’s seat before leaning over the console to hug him. “Happy birthday, Channie,” she beams, taking off her mask to nuzzle the bottom half of her face into the thick material of her scarf.

“You already said that,” Chan teases, also smiling as he watches her fumble with the seatbelt for a bit.

“That was from almost twelve hours ago at 12 am! I think it’s illegal if I didn’t wish you a happy birthday again,” Juliet protests. “Sorry for being late, by the way. Have you been waiting long?”

“It’s only a few minutes, don’t sweat it.”

“Okay, but there’s actually a good reason! I was about to leave the building when Mingi-oppa called me because I left your present on the table, and I had to go back up to grab it! So you have him to thank that you have a birthday present.”

Juliet takes out a small gift bag, its handles tied together with ribbon so he can’t look into it, and hands it to him with a sweet grin. “Don’t open it now, though,” she warns half-jokingly.

“What? Why?” Chan whines. “I can’t even open my own present on my birthday?”

“No, because if you open it now then I’ll have to explain the meaning behind your gift, and if I do that I might actually cry. There’s a card inside explaining it.”

“What if I want to hear it from you?”

“Then you can call me when you get home,” she responds cheekily.

Chan relents. “Fine, you win. But you didn’t have to get me anything, I hope you know that,” he adds the last part seriously.

Juliet smiles reassuringly. “I know, but I wanted to. I hope you’ll like it, though.”

“I know I will.” It’s at that moment when he finally gets a good look at her face, the light from the street lamps hitting it just enough for him to note the dark circles under her eyes. “You look tired, baby. Don’t get me wrong, you’re beautiful no matter what, but is everything okay?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah.” As though on cue, Juliet brings a hand up to cover her mouth as she yawns. “Just a little tired from comeback preparations and practising for Kingdom. I’ll be fine, though, don’t worry.”

“I’ll always worry about you,” Chan admits. “You shouldn’t have come so you can rest.”

Juliet frowns. “No, I wanted to see you. Plus, it’s your birthday.”

“Okay, but you have to promise that you’ll take care of yourself.”

“I always do!” A pause. “Okay, sometimes I don’t, but I’ll try,” she promises genuinely.

Chan smiles. “Good. Let’s go, then. Seatbelt on?”

“Mhm!”

“Um, where exactly are you taking me?” Juliet asks suspiciously, noting that they’re currently driving up a hill away from central Seoul.

“Patience, Minnie. You’ll find out soon,” Chan says with a mischievous smirk. “We’re almost there.”

She feigns an offended gasp. “I am always patient! I’m just asking because I’m too pretty to meet my end now.”

“If something happens, I’ll protect you.”

“Nice try, but don’t think I haven’t watched that episode of GOING SEVENTEEN with you guys in the haunted house,” Juliet teases with a raised brow. “If anything, we probably need to call Wonwoo-ssi or Minghao-ssi.”

Chan groans. “Can we not talk about my members when we’re on a date?”

This only earns a laugh from Juliet. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“You’re going to tease me even on my birthday?”

“It’s how I show affection!” she defends while the car comes to a stop at the side of a dimly lit road. “Are we here?”

Upon his nod, she unbuckles her seatbelt to hop out the car, snow crunching under her boots. Immediately, harsh winds whip at her face and she shivers, the temperature even lower due to the higher elevation.

She hears a lighthearted tsk from behind her before feeling her jacket being draped over her shoulders. “You left it in the backseat, silly,” Chan says softly while he helps her into it, referring to when she took it off during the car ride. “You’re going to catch a cold.”

“No, I won’t. I have you to remind me,” Juliet says cheekily, earning herself a light flick on the forehead. She follows Chan to a clearing a few paces away from where they parked and immediately realises why he took her here.

Seoul, with its sparkling lights, is captivating at night when you’re in the heart of the city, but perhaps even more so when you’re looking at it from afar. She can’t help but admire the stark contrast between the tranquil hillside they’re at that compared to the vibrant city centre it overlooks.

“I sometimes come here with the members when we want to be away from... the loudness of it all,” Chan explains quietly as they move closer to the railing. “To think. Or just to take our mind off certain things.”

Juliet leans closer to his side to link their arms, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. “It’s beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here.”

“Don’t come to places like here often?”

She snorts. “I don’t just let anyone drive me to a dark hill in the middle of the night.”

Chan laughs, gently resting his head on hers. “You have a point. Does this mean I’m the only person allowed to take you here?”

“I’d like that. I also have a horrible sense of direction, so I don’t think I can remember the way here even if I tried.” Despite her quip, something in Juliet feels fuzzy and warm at the thought of this place being one only they know of.

It brings a sense of giddiness, the same one she felt when she was much, much younger; when she and her friends first decided on a secret hideout at their school back home in Sydney. Only this time, there’s more to it than just childhood innocence.

Juliet doesn’t know much about love. She’s had crushes here and there throughout her life, but none of them ever developed into something further. Of course, until she met Chan.

She doesn’t know much about love. But this feels like it.

And that’s more than enough for her.

His voice cuts through her thoughts. “I actually have something to ask you.”

At her hum, he continues.

“I was wondering if you’d want to be on Danceology. You know, like for a collaboration. We can choreograph and dance it together... anything you want, really.”

Juliet looks up at the boy with wide eyes, not knowing if she heard him correctly. “You’re sure?”

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. Or you don’t have to decide now, I know you’re really busy these days. No pressure at all.”

“No, no,” she clarifies. “I meant if you’re sure you want to do one with me?”

The look in his eyes is so tender that she feels like crying. “I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

Something tells her he’s not only referring to Danceology.

Juliet leans her forehead on Chan’s shoulder to hide her face from him. “You’re going to make me cry on your own birthday,” she mutters.

“Is that a yes?”

She nods against him while blinking away the hot tears prickling at her eyes, feeling his lips press against her temple.

“That’s the best present you could’ve given me.”

“Yah, you can’t say that!” Juliet says, somehow finding it in her to crack a joke. What can she say? Humour is one of her many coping mechanisms. “You’re only supposed to say that if I didn’t give you anything! What does that make the gift I got you?”

“Best of the best?” At her laugh, Chan presses again, “am I still not allowed to open it?”

“No, you’re not.”

[00:05—Outside ATEEZ’s dorm]

“Okay, fine, you can open it.”

“What made you change your mind?” Chan grins, already reaching for the small bag in the backseat.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” Juliet admits, smiling as she uses the dimmest setting of her phone’s flashlight to illuminate the dark interior, the overhead light being too risky to turn on at this hour lest they want to draw unwanted attention to themselves. “I guess I want to see your reaction.”

She stares quietly as he undos the ribbon tying the handles together before looking into the bag and taking out a small box. Despite her shyness and the sudden urge to jump out of the car and run back up to the dorm, Juliet continues to hold up her phone as he takes out the silver band within it.

It’s simple, minimalist, inconspicuous enough to wear during the day but at the same time uniquely his due to the custom engraving on the outside of the band. A snowflake.

She bites the inside of her cheek from nervousness as Chan silently reads the small card that came along in the bag, subconsciously tracing over her neat handwriting with his finger.

“Like a snowflake, I fell for you hahahaha (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) You asked me to be yours during the first snow of the year. I hope that is only the start of many more years to come. Happy Birthday, always be happy and healthy ❤️ And don’t forget to take care of yourself!! (♡`Д´) If you forget I’ll come over and nag you, but maybe you’d like that more than not ㅋㅋㅋ — 🐭❤️”

Chan’s eyes are glossy when he finally meets her curious and worried gaze, trying to gauge his reaction. He beams brightly.

“Told you I’d like it.”

find their collaboration here!! 😼

a/n: blessing you guys with this gif bc look at him go!! ;-; stream dino’s dancelogy to be sexcie 😼 pls don’t let juno flop </3 also i thought it’d be too mean if i didn’t tell you what the present was bc i definitely considered not saying anything about it 👀👀 anyways let me know what you think about this chapter 🥺 personally i am <///3 bc bwhehwhs i want what they have but also i’m not very good at writing fluff whjehdhw i cringe at myself sm when writing it 🤡

thank you so much for reading 💕 please do consider leaving feedback whether it’s a reblog, a reply or an ask, it would mean the absolute world to me as feedback really motivates and supports creators 🥺 and feel free to chat with me about juliet or anything else through my asks!! as always, take care and have a good day!!

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bluebeetle · 3 years ago

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ooo those comic asks let's go 1, 2, 9, 12, 15, 23, 34, 42 sorry that's so much i just want your comic takes

answering this was difficult bc my cat decided she needed to walk all over me and my laptop the moment you sent this

1. How has DC/Marvel/publishing company wronged you, specifically?

oh god in many ways. For dc:

>making talia evil >making cass evil and then ignorable

>making jason suddenly an antihero with no development to go from villain to hero

>letting babs walk again

>the whole mess with wally west after the reboot and the two wallys. also he hasnt talked to pied piper YET ITS BEEN YEARS

>almost everything about the n52 reboot honestly

>countdowns existence but esp the plotpoint where they took my fave minor character pied piper and handcuffed him to trickster and then had trickster be homophobic to him for most of the 52 issues; this is not treated as a bad thing. also trickster has known pied piper for years and was never homophobic before i hate dan didio

for marvel:

>constantly making the comics more like the MCU pls fucking STOP i hat you so much

>trying to make loki evil again. die.

>everything theyve done to wanda. everything. but esp making her not related to magneto again. or the incest thing in ultimates. ugh

2. What character death for the sake of drama was the worst?

dc: hmmmm most of the deaths i can think of i dont mind. i guess most ppls deaths in Heroes in Crisis, esp roy's. that was so dumb ugh. not big on them killing damian but the writing in batman and robin was rly good so it makes up for it. im sure theres someone im forgetting--oh WAIT

bart allens death in the flash it sucked so bad and one of his creators was so upset and died before bart allen was revived. that one definitely that one.

i blocked it from my mind

marvel: WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA WANDA STOP KILLING ER OFF FOR DRAMA DEAR GODDDDDDDDDDDDD

9. What’s the worst plotline you’ve read?

oh boy. does all star batman and robin count its rly bad ghhgf i also didnt rly get checkmate (2021). also i guess theres a lot of talias bad writing that i went thru for damian ):

for marvel uhhhh i dont read enough marvel so i have nothing to say. maybe when i read house of M well say that one lol. i did read some of civil war in middle school?

12. Are there any comics you’ve read knowing they’re bad and why?

not many. all star batman and robin bc its so bad its funny. parts of rhato for that jason content but ive never finished it and i think rhato vol 2 isnt always bad.

for marvel, nah

15. Tell me about a plotline that could have been interesting if anyone else wrote it.

anything devon grayson does tbh like dealing with dicks stress over murder and guilt or him being romani (Tho him not knowing is dumb). it was so bad and racist ugh. other than that I think the spyral and ric grayson arcs coulda been good if they were like, combined maybe? and shorter. lmao

also the current robin 2021 run tbh... i think the idea of a tournment and damian grappling with guilt could be fun but the writer cares waaaaaay too much about his ocs to give damian real breathing room

speaking of damian: teen titans 2016 coulda been SO fun if they werent so racist and wanting to make damian a bad guy for caring about immigrants and people of colour lol. i rly loved what few good moments he had with wally, emiko, jackson, and the others.

for marvel... mybe trial of magneto coulda worked if the writers cared about magneto and wanda lol. or x-factor 2020 it had some good ideas but was ruined by the writers weirdness about akihiro and david... like just the racism combined with weird views of bi men lol

23. If you could erase one comic book from canon, what would it be?

oh this one is so hard.... either heroes in crisis (wally being a mass murderer) or batgirl 2011--no more abled babs she doesnt exist.

or countdown. i rly fucking hate countdown.

for marvel idk. can i just destroy the mcu instead

oh wait. ultimates avengers. pls i dont want to think about the ultimates universe maximoff twins ever AGAIN

34. Which retcon do you hate the most?

for DC, four come to mind:

>Parallax isn't Hal Jordans fault

so if u dont know hal jordan back in the 90s broke down after his city was destroyed by doomsday and he lost many loved ones. as a result he went full on villain (parallax) and ended up destroying most of the green lantern corps and caused the zero hour event

he then was killed and later came back as the hero spectre, basically being a ghost hero and trying to atone for his actions he did in the lowest point of his life

anyways later on geoff johns got the reins and revived Hal and said it wasn't hal's fult at all, he was just possessed by an evil space bug made of fear, the real Parallax.

aaaand i hate that. I hate taking away Hals role in everything and making him a victim. I dont mind the other retcons Geoff Johns did to GL lore--hell i prefer it because he really fleshed things out and added the other colours and explained the weakness to yellow even!--but I think it all could have been done without stripping Hal of any wrong doings or guilt. Its rly lame.

>Babs can walk again!

ok not rly a retcon bc she was still shot but i hate it i hate it so much die die die die die die die die

>Jason was actually a rly mean, stupid, and bad robin and no one liked him and his death was inevitable

He had his momentts of violence, yes but his anger had a trigger; he wasnt angry all the time, he was a sweet and intelligent kid who loved Bruce a lot and had a rocky relationship with Dick at first but they did eventually get along. He had a few friends, knew the titans, and was well liked by his family.

too many stories stress his violence and impulsiveness and make him out to be a bad person with at least trying to explore why he is that way and sympathsize with him.

not only that but the treating of his death as inevitable or his fault or anything like that frustrates me so fucking much bc the weight of death in the family, of its aftermath and a lonely place of dying, of under the red hood, really hinges on the fact that jasons death was a tragedy, one that shook Bruce like no other. because he lost his child who he loved!!!!!

wait fourth one

>theres two wally wests with the same powers

super lame. shoulda either made the black wally into bart allen with some explaination for the fake name or just kept the black wally and given him white wallys memories and stuff. maybe aged him up idk. it was such a cop out

for marvel. well we all kn ow what its gonna be

>WHY THE FUYCK IS MAGNETO NOT WANDA AND PIETROS DAD ANYMORE? WHAT THE FUCK? IT RUINS SO MANY STORIES AND ITS STUPID AND ITS JUST STUPID MCU BULLSHIT I HATE IT SO MUCH FUCKING UNDO IT

42. What’s a fandom trope you hate?

oh boy.

>Dick and/or Damian get rescued by the mean racists by Bruce and/or Tim and/or Jason. Cass and Duke are mysteriously absent.

>Bruce has all his kids with him! Who's Cassandra? (....who's duke?)

>Jason was manipulated by the big mean Talia into hating his dad. He has never done anything wrong in his life, its all Talia who hates Bruce so much she wants to marry him or something idk i never read a talia comic in my life

>Redhead jason. let it fucking DIE

>tim is the best robin ever and a lil uwu bean and damian and jason are just soooo mean and always wrong esp damian whos 10

>whats a woman

>did you guys know you make Dick hot without making him a '''''slut'''' esp since hes an SA victim.....

>im so tired of jokes about republican wally esp since none of these ppl have ever read his flash run or even know who linda park or hartley rathaway are

>making jack drake way more abusive than he actually is in canon (hes neglectful at times yes) for sad white boy points or making jason a victim of CSA for sad white boy points (also you guys know someone doesnt have to have been assaulted to hate sexual assault right????)

>making tim asian and jason latino. holy racist stereotypes batman

im sure theres WAY more i could do but theyve been blocked out of my mind for now

for marvel tbh i dont deal with the marvel fandom much so!

the most i could say is

>forgetting loki is bi and genderfluid bc they wanna fuck a white cishet boy

i did all of this and realised i only talked about dc and had to go back and add marvel btw jvfdhghfdhgfdh

#txt #dc #ask #marvel

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sannie-cb · 4 years ago

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𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘏𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘉𝘰𝘵!

* disclaimer: this does not represent the real choi san or jung wooyoung of ateez or KQ ent. this is for entertainment purposes only! *

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 ~

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚 ~

sannie is a little more timid and shy at first than wooyoung

loves love cuddlewsss!!! v clingy, always holding onto woo, and will with anyone he becomes comfortable with

he is sensitive too so be careful and mindful around him!! any yelling or, mean words n u will be blocked

lovs to giv cute nicknames and likes being called them too!

has little tendencies and sub drops pls be mindful!

𝙒𝙤𝙤 ~

a bit more outgoing than sannie, between the two he cares for sannie jus a bit since they have been on their own

still shy aswell, has same little tendencies and sub drops

when he gets comfortable w you he can be a little loud.. and talkative hehe

very good listener! will try best to comfort you :)

also lovs cuddlews!! and nicknames!! hehe

BOTH LOV PETS !! ^_^ !!!!!!

some things to note!! :

- sannie and woo are not together, and will not participate in sexual acts together, so pls do not ask. they will also not date the same partners. they are like best friends, and have a sort of interesting but v close bond, they always cuddle withs eachother tho hehe n r clingy together

- both are hybrid human/kittens

- do not have a full cat form, they can hide all characteristics of their cat form when needed and when comfortable or most of the time, they have cat ears that show, very soft hair, a tail, sharper nails and teeth

- both sannie and woo are subs for nsfw ( pls discuss any hard kinks ect before hand) the boys will go by the color system, green, yellow, red ( being safe word stop ) do not force them into any other headspace please!

- nsfw is only for people of age ( 18+ ) please please please please do NOT lie about your age, chats can be still sfw. but do not lie, admin is 18+

- For Relationships the boys are : both poly and bisexual slight male leans also if you are looking for a relationship they do develop overtime but if you can!, let admin know thats what u may want bc it can be hard to tell through chat sometimes!

- sannie talks in : blue 💙, woo: talks in purple 💜 (also as far as now theirs kitty san and woo but i may in the future edit and add two more different hybrid san and woos! )

Activation

- RB, send your name, preferred pronouns, age, ( kinks if you want nsfw ) and just a message to who you want to speak too!

- feel free to ask admin ( me ) any questions about the rp or anything before hand!! <3

- this is open to CBS, OC's and y/ns aswell :) i will open slots only if theres too much going on!

- Note~ sannie and woo are always open for u via asks, or dms if u just need someone to talk to aswell!! they will be there for u <3

Admin info!

- in EST time zone!

- am 18+

- my prns are she/her

- And just note that u can feel comfortable with me and if theirs any issues with the rp or anything uncomfortable feel free to tell me!! or if minus cb or cb if u need anything im always here me or the boys to just talk <33

- i appreciate truthfulness so pls be honest about everything including age.!

enjoy your woosan kittens!! ~~

taggies ; fwends 🥺 : @hyunjin-and-hui @dark-princes @pick-a-hwa @mono-minji @wooyoungbfbot @caregiverjongseho @tricksterjoong // more fwends! ; @yanlee ( OG! ) @babie-sanie @galaxy-ateez @song-mingi-cb @moonlightchn @ateez-zombie-wonderland @punkwooyoung @bloodlustbots @four-straykids-apocalypse @sanflowerbot @incubuswooyoung @obey-ateez @mafiawyk @thewitcherhhj @mafia-bots @skz-cb @vampiremomo @shin-haneul @mafia-chae @immortalxateez @thewolfpack-cb @cb-museclub @heathenxbots @vamp-minho @killerbots @dragon-cb @hybridmonstax @studio-cb @shadowxjaemin @demon-nct @fullmoonpack-bot @hybrid-ateez-straykids-nct @youreours-cb @psycho-bots [ dm to be +/-!!!]

#woo talk #sannie talk #ateez chatbot #san chatbot #wooyoung chatbot #ateez cb #san cb #wooyoung cb #kpop cb #kpop rp

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sammys-magical-au · 4 years ago

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Hi everyone!

Since my art blog is doing so well, I decided to make a writing/fic blog too! This blog has also kinda become my new main blog

Icon & header image by me :)

Other blogs:

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Little bit abt me

I’m pansexual, ambiamorous, genderqueer/trans, & lovequeer - I use all pronouns. I live in Canada but I hate winter. I am an aspiring screenwriter and one day hope to reboot the show you probably followed me for; Torchwood! It’ll probably take a while tho so please don’t start tweeting about it. Also! I am an adult (21 babeyyy) so if you are a minor and are uncomfortable following me bc of that, pls don’t! I’m ok with minors following me but it’s always up to you and what you’re comfortable with

{pls read this post before requesting}

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This post has all you need to know about my three main ocs

Or, see this post for writing advice!!

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Fanfics:

Torchwood: The Alternate Universe season 4 (TTAUs4)

Torchwood Just Imagine (JI)

Torchwood Like Renther Like Son (LRLS)

Torchwood The Queen of Hearts (TQOH) (currently being rewritten)

Torchwood We Are Family (WAF)

The Extended Adventures of Sam and the Doctor (EASD)

Torchwood Pride (TP)

Torchwood Life at the Palace (LATP)

Torchwood Little Moments (LM)

Torchwood Six of Hearts (SOH)

In Space With Amyplier AU (aka assorted ISWM and some AHWM fics)

Nimona au

The Legend of Lionel Saabem

After the War (and During, and Before)

Original Works:

Sweet & Sassy (SAS)

The Legend of the Lost Twin (TLLT)

Capricornica

STAR

The Greater Universe (TGU)

And check the #sammy writes for you tag for writing requests! (Number of current requests being worked on: 2)

All fandoms (that I may or may not write for but will definitely ramble about incessantly)

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Doctor Who (specifically the ninth doctor)

LixianTV

Markiplier (ISWM, AHWM, etc)

Jacksepticeye

CrankGamePlays/Ethan Nestor

Unus Annus

MatPat/Game Theory

Good Mythical Morning

Watcher/Buzzfeed Unsolved

Sturniolo Triplets

Way more YouTubers than I can name 😅

Murdoch Mysteries

Wings of Fire

Nimona

She-Ra and the Princess of Power

James Cameron’s Avatar

Resident Evil (kinda, I’m just here for Leon, Ethan and Rose honestly 😂)

Encanto

The Lion King/Guard

Good Omens

How To Train Your Dragon

Star Wars

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headcanon: its only him (Torchwood headcanons)

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headcanon: like my father before me (Star Wars headcanons)

headcanon: you were fantastic (Doctor Who headcanons)

headcanon: we couldve been us (Good Omens headcanons)

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au: what do you want anakin (The Legend of Lionel Saabem au) < Star Wars

au: you destroyed everything we had (The Hero Who Never Lost Faith au) < Star Wars

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au: everything (Torchwood: The Alternate Universe au) < Torchwood

au: please just trust me (Everything Goes Wrong au) < Torchwood

au: who do you have doc (The Extended Adventures of Sam and the Doctor au) < Doctor Who

au: moon still likes you (The Jade SkyWing au) < Wings of Fire

au: my sister is a princess (The Lost Princesses au) < She Ra

au: of course youre our kid (Nimona Gets a Family au) < Nimona

au: do i know you from somewhere (In Space With Amyplier au) < In Space With Markiplier

au: i am human (Deity!Captain au) < In Space With Markiplier

au: i hope you find who youre looking for (Two Sam Ryders au) < In Space With Markiplier/Torchwood

au: i do wanna be free (I Do Wanna Be Free au) < A Heist With Markiplier

au: would you protect them (The Pentas Family au) < In Space With Markiplier/Torchwood/@wouldntyou-liketoknow’s fanegos :3

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I try to provide adequate warnings on all the writing stuff I post but if I don’t, please let me know and I’ll try to include that in the warnings next time

That being said, I write whatever I want and if you don’t like it, don’t read it. It’s that simple. I will not accept criticism I didn’t ask for

#importante

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ahundredtimesover · 2 years ago

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I promised an essay and i WILL write it even if it's 9am and I'm at work <3 and now that I can finally send pictures on asks, Mimi pls consider putting this on your angst from now on thank you:

OK now about chapter 9 ^^ haha ^^

i DIDNT KNOW YOU CAN PUT ON KEEP READING TAB ON ASKS

first of all i didn't realize you mentioned me in your A/N bc I was too caught up on preparing myself to be hurt <3 second, goSH the thing this chapter makes me feel 🥲🥲 when I told you I'd need at least three business days to recover I mean it spiritually; at least I don't feel like bashing my head against the wall because I understand where everyone's coming from.

Usually reading series like this I end up annoyed most of the time because they often use miscommunication as nothing but plot device--no background whatsoever. But this? Jin & OC both have their own internal conflicts and they're both complicated in their own way. The ghosts of their pasts hunt them in ways that anyone would understand that they hurt and they hurt bad.

Unfortunately, I relate way too much with OC and her overanalyzing ways 🥲 but of all things, there's one that struck me the most.

“Okay, not that I defend the lying because I’m still gonna give him shit for it,” Jungkook replies, “but he’s clearly way better than those fuckers. And fine, even if it’s not Jin, or the heck, it can even be Joon but what I’m also trying to say is that ___, you deserve love and yeah, it may hurt a bit but the right one won’t hurt all the time. I just hope you won’t have your wall up forever and actually see that some things and people are worth getting over your fears for.”

I didn't expect to be personally attacked like this Mimi 😭😭 but what he said rings something within me that i didn't expect to. I think it's important to note that, yeah, love is going to hurt one way or another. If you're inclined to romantic relationships, it's never going to be filled with happiness and happiness only. It's going to hurt and perhaps it's worth the pain if it helps your relationship grow. I'm not glorifying fights and emotional distress, but... yeah, it may hurt sometime but until when will you distance yourself from the chance of much more happiness in return?

(and also, Jungkook I will baby you if you want)

Next, WHAT THE HELL

YOU SAID YOU WILL HURT ME AND YOURE REALLY KEEPING YOUR WORDS HUH? YOU KEEP ME ON MY FEET HUH

the way my heart DROPPED?????? like i literally recommended the song so i KNEW. i KNEW WHATS COMING. but was i hurt any less? No <3 i kinda expected... it but i never thought he'd jump right into the d word WTF KIM SEOKJIN?? I KNOW YOU WANT TO BE UNDERSTANDING BUT?????????? gosh rereading their goodbyes after knowing what's coming after hurts in its most pure sense.

one sentence resonates with me for some reason:

“Could you, uh, could you let me know when you land?”

will OC still call him?? will she pretend like she hasn't seen the letter? how will she face joon after that??? it's kinda cruel, tbh, giving that letter knowing it'll throw her off and mess up her mind when she's about to talk the talk. but perhaps if he believes OC doesnt feel that way, Jin probably thinks it'll feel liberating for her. WHICH DOESNT MAKE IT BETTER FOR ME.

ok i rambled long enough alrd ciao

I’m so touched you went off anon for me 🥹🥹 did u buy the tickets to Manila yet?? Hahahaa just kidding, I know where you’re headed to 😉 but plssss u make me laugh and u make me happy! I love hearing your thoughts and picking out the things that stuck with you: It's going to hurt and perhaps it's worth the pain if it helps your relationship grow. - this whole thought of love hurting but not always is true; it’s how we learn; I think that’s what separates healthy relationships from toxic ones.

Also, asking OC to tell him when he lands ajdjajzjaja I 😢 in that part, too. They have so much baggage and it’s all coming to a head (as we’ll see more later on) and we just want them to run to each other and finally be together 😩 but yes, lots of things happening here. I’m just so happy you dropped by and not as anon this time ☺️☺️🥰

#mimianswers #re:tlods

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maysbanks · 4 years ago

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hypersonic missiles. (jj maybank)

hello ! some of you may recognise this fic and that’s bc it’s currently being rewritten as an oc fic rather than a reader insert fic which it was before. i can’t wait for you to read this and introduce you all to haley who i love dearly, so pls enjoy and lemme know what you think !!

warnings: swearing, mention of sex, sexual innuendos, drug use, underage drinking, violence etc

summary: after the death of her father, haley grubbs is determined to get the answers her mother seems to be keeping from her, seeking help from a group of pogues (which just happens to include her weekly hook-up) and unknowingly throwing herself into the midst of a treasure hunt.

( gif isn't mine! please let me know if it's yours so i can credit you. )

The gang gathered around John B's porch, spaced out in various positions amongst the furniture. Silence engulfed the group, the air thick with tension as none of the four teenagers dared to speak.

"JJ should be the one to go." Kie broke the silence, her words hanging in the air as the group processed them.

Said boy whipped around in his place, golden hair falling in his sea blue eyes as they widened, glancing wildly between each of his friends. "What?" He demanded. "Why me?"

"Because you're the one that's hooking up with her," Pope reminded, matter of fact. As if JJ needed to be reminded. The dark skinned boy gestured between him and the remaining two. "She's gonna trust you more than any of us."

Kiara and John B murmured their agreement, JJ scoffing as he flapped his arms, beginning to pace in his spot. "This is ridiculous," he muttered between gritted teeth. "She won't wanna talk to me any more than she'll want to talk to you guys. I mean, we've only hooked up like," JJ paused - raising a hand to count on his fingers. "Maybe like, eleven times, twelve at a push!"

Kiara scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Wow, how chivalrous of you to keep count, JJ," she drawled sarcastically, the blonde boy simply shrugging in return as he took his formal position of leaning against the Chateau's wall. "Look, the thing is you know her better than the rest of us. You're familiar, we're not. We can't just go up to her and start asking questions about her dead dad and John B's compass."

JJ stared in disbelief. "And you think I can?" He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know if you guys realise this, but hooking up doesn't really require much talking. I barely know her."

"But you know her enough to warm her bed every week," John B piped up, narrowing his eyes at his best friend. JJ sighed, lighting a fresh blunt as he refused to meet any of the gang's eyes, staring ahead. John B stepped over and beside the blonde, arm thrown over his shoulder. "We need answers, JJ. Answers she could have. I mean, it was her dad right? She must know something about why he had my dad's compass."

JJ nodded along, but the uncertain feeling bubbling in his chest didn't cease. Thoughts of the two men that had chased the group the day before, guns blazing, entered his mind. Then the memory of him and John B showing up at the Grubbs' residence, only to discover they had been beaten to it by the very same men - he'd heard them threaten Lana and Haley Grubbs, demanding questions about the same compass that lay heavy in John B's pockets. He knew his best friend deserved answers, why did Scooter Grubbs have Big John's compass the night he died? Why was Scooter Grubbs out in the storm that night anyway? Hell, even JJ wanted answers. But he couldn't shake the doubtful feeling, thoughts of Haley Grubbs swirling in his head.

"I don't think this is a good idea." He tried once more, voice small and defeated. The Pogues shared a glance, and he knew they'd already come to a decision. Sighing, he flicked the butt of his blunt, sending it flying in the opposite direction. "Fine, I'll go talk to her. But I'm not making any promises that she'll talk," he frowned. "Sometimes I kinda get the feeling she doesn't like me."

Kie snorted. "I wonder why."

What the gang hadn't bargained for, however, was that the same person who'd they been talking about was already on their way to them - boots stomping across the ground in a determined stride, their mind a whirlwind of series of memories, scenarios, and all the events that had happened in the last twenty four hours.

Haley wanted answers, and she wanted them soon. (Sooner rather than later, if she was being precise.) The series of misfortunes events had all begun with the disappearance of her father - for whatever reason, he'd gone out in the storm that raged against the Outer Banks the night prior, and that, unsurprisingly, had led to his death. Memories of his body, washed up on the shore, cold and blue, eyes open but completely lifeless as they stared up at nothing and everything at the same time. Her heart wrenched at the sight, and she still hadn't been able to get the scene out of your head - her mother breaking down in a heap of sobs, Haley’s body following along with her as the pair both held each other and cried, Sheriff Peterkin's voice echoing in Haley’s mind, over and over again, like a siren. “I'm so sorry. There's nothing we could have done."

Haley knew that, of course. But it didn't explain why he was out in the storm in the first place. She had tried to question her mother, because she knew her dad wasn't a fool. Storm Agatha had been reported for weeks following up to it, he'd even made off-handed comments about it over dinner a couple of times. Her dad was aware about the storm, but had still risked his life (and coincidentally, ended it) to take a boat ride, or so that's what her mother told you.

Bull-fucking-shit. Haley knew there was more to the story, the appearance of two men breaking down her door and trashing her whole house was enough proof of that. And the fact that they were asking about a compass, of all things, didn't sit right in Haley’s gut either. Why the hell would two thugs want a compass, and why would her dad have it anyway? To her knowledge, her dad had never owned a compass in his damned life. (He also never owned a boat, which raised the suspicion of how the hell had he even gone out on a boat ride in the first place.) But the pair were persistent, and she was forced to watch as they threatened her and her mom, their last words sticking with her, sending a shiver of dread up her spine every time they echoed in her head; “We'll be back."

It was something straight out of a king-pin movie, and yet Lana Grubbs still wouldn't talk. She knew something, Haley knew it, and why she wouldn't share whatever information she knew with Haley was beyond frustrating - so she decided, fuck it. If her mother wasn't gonna give her her answers, then she was gonna go out and find them herself. Starting with John B. Routledge.

As if things couldn't have gotten any weirder, the teenaged boy had shown up not a minute after the two guys had left, appearing in Haley’s not-so-much of a doorway with the exact thing the thugs were after: the Compass. To her chargin, she hadn't had time to ask any questions though, her mother was quick to dismiss him (and JJ Maybank of all people, but she didn't really want to think about him at the moment) and warned him not to let anyone know that he had the compass, and Haley could see why - those guys were not to be messed with.

And so, John B. Routledge had left the Grubbs’ home, JJ Maybank in tow, and Haley was left to clean up the mess the bastards had left behind them. Her mothers warning rang in her ears; "Stay away from them boys. Do not get involved in this, Hales.” But alas, there she was, storming towards the property she knew the guys would be. Her mother didn't know, of course, and she was determined to make sure Lana never did. (Haley would be the next person she'd be burying if she ever did find it.)

All Haley wanted was answers, and if John B had even a couple, she was going to find them out. Her father had died, and there was more to the story than anyone was letting on. If it was up to her to piece the puzzle together, then so be it. She would, gladly.

So she marched in the direction of the Routledge residence, more determined than ever. As she walked, people gave her pitying looks, obviously recognising her as Scooter Grubbs’ daughter (the newfound bastard of the Outer Banks, sarcasm intended.) and she simply ignored each and every one of them. She didn’t need them, she thought. She was going to find out the truth, and each step Haley took she was closer to uncovering it all. Some people walked towards her as if to stop and talk, probably attempting to give her some kind of condolence, but each time a person did she hurried her pace; she couldn’t be stopped now, she was too close to getting where she wanted to be for some middle-aged folk tell her they were sorry about her loss, even though they couldn’t have cared less about her dad when he was alive.

Fucking bullshit, she thought.

Haley’s stride slowed however, when a familiar looking van made it's way into her vision, memories of it parked outside the very same house she was planning on going running through her already overactive mind. Her stomach churned, thinking she had missed her chance to interrogate the poor unsuspecting boy, before it seemed to slow down and pulled up to right where she was standing on the curb. Her respectively plucked eyebrows raised as the window rolled down, revealing none other than John B sat in the drivers seat, Kiara Carrera in the passenger, and Pope Heyward's and JJ's heads peering around the pair from the back of the van.

John B leaned out, his mop of wavy brown hair entering Haley’s brown eyed gaze, tight smile on his lips. "Haley,” he greeted. “Hey, where are you off to? Need a ride?"

"Actually," Haley drawled as she stepped closer, right arm leaning on the window as she sent a forced smile the teenaged boys way. “I was just heading over to yours. What a coincidence, huh?"

She never missed the look Kiara shot the two guys seated in the back, all of their eyes seemingly communicating in their own weird little telepathical way. John B blinked, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water for a few seconds before he seemed to compose himself, clearing his throat. "Oh, really?" He asked, as naturally as he could. (It wasn't very natural at all.) “How, uh, how come?"

"Oh, you know," Haley started, shrugging a shoulder nonchalantly. "Just thought I'd pay you a visit, y'know, like the one you paid me this morning. Remember that?" She asked as innocently as she could manage. (It wasn't very innocent at all.) “Just wanted to ask you a few questions, s'all. Like why you have the one thing those meatheads that trashed my house were after. How you got hold of it, stuff like that."

And then she smiled like they were all sharing a perfectly civil conversation, as if the underlying threatening tone in her voice didn't exist at all. John B sighed, his head turning towards the rest of the group, catching their eyes and seeming to have another one of their telepathic conversations before he turned back to her figure, his head nodding towards the back of his infamous Volkswagen.

"Get in the back," he said - and she did, shooting him a smile that resembled one of a Cheshire Cat, satisfied as she moved to the other side, walking around the van and hearing him mutter from inside, "What? This is the perfect opportunity to ask her." She didn't need to look to know the rest of the gang were probably objecting her presence, but she couldn't care less. This was just the first step to getting what she wanted.

The door to the van was pulled open from the inside, JJ's head popping out and thrusting a hand out towards her to help her climb into the vehicle. Haley swiftly ignored the gesture, missing the flash of confusion and offence that appeared on the blonde's face, climbing into the van and seating herself beside Pope who smiled rather awkwardly toward her.

"I'm, uh, sorry about your dad," he said softly, fidgeting under her gaze. She smiled slightly at him in return, lips quirking more so in amusement at his obvious discomfort at either having her join them, or her being seated so close to him.

"Yeah, me too," Kiara piped up from the passenger seat, glancing over her shoulder towards her. "It must really suck, to just lose him like that."

Haley nodded, head turning in the direction of where JJ sat across from her, rubbing the back of his head as he muttered quietly, "Yeah, I'm sorry too." before averting his eyes when she looked at him, raising her eyebrows.

Kiara ignored him, the awkward silence that presented itself to the pedestrians inside the van only lasting a couple of seconds as she spoke up again. "I can't imagine what you and your mom are going through," she said, soft brown eyes darting to John B quickly before they returned to catch Haley’s once more. "We're always here if you need anything. Pogue's look out for each other, right?"

Haley forced a small smile, not bothering to bring up the fact that Kiara was technically not a Pogue, seeing no point in the matter as she sent her a small nod of appreciation, silently grateful for her words. Haley had always liked Kiara, or Kie, as she was more commonly known as. She had spent many times sat around a fire with her, listening to her rants about the environment and what everyone could do to help it, as an infamous Pogue kegger loomed around them. Haley was grateful for her presence amongst the guys, unsure of the fact that if she wasn't there, she probably wouldn't have entered the van. She was determined, but she also wasn’t stupid. Despite knowing the guys well and practically all her life, (it’s a small town kinda thing), she would never willingly get in a van with them and let them drive her to an unknown destination. Which reminded her suddenly - where the hell were they going?

"We're lucky we got each other, I guess," Haley said in relation to Kie's words. Kie nodded as her eyes darted to John B again. "But thanks, I really appreciate it." She fiddled with the hem of her faded out jean shorts, her next words directed towards John B. "So, care to tell me where we're going? Or better yet, why you have the damned compass my house was trashed for."

Silence filled the air of the Volkswagen. It was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension as everybody refused to meet her eyes. Haley was beyond frustrated, incredibly so, and she made a point to catch John B's eyes in the rearview mirror, an eyebrow quirking as she awaited an answer.

Finally, he sighed.

"The compass was my dads," John B revealed. Haley’s mouth opened in shock for a second before she clamped it back shut. "And for whatever reason, your dad had it. We uh, we found it at the wreck of your dads boat yesterday."

"Wait, what?" She demanded, blinking. She glanced between the gang, eyes accusing as she held each of theirs. "You guys found the wreck? And you didn't tell anyone?" She questioned, tone dangerously low. "And you stole from it?"

"It's not technically stealing if it was his compass," JJ defended, shrugging. Haley shot him a glare, feeling a bubble of irritation build deep in her gut. "And anyways, we tried to tell the coastguard about it after we first found it, but the guy was having none of it. They were hounded with the storm."

Her eyes narrowed. "First found it? Exactly how many times have you guys been at the wreck?" She demanded, tone accusatory.

The gang all swivelled to send JJ their own respected glares, Pope's voice small from beside her as he tried to explain. "Only a couple," he started, startling as her head whipped around towards him. "We're really sorry, okay! We didn't know it was your dads when we first found it, if we did, we wouldn't have snooped in his room either!"

Pope seemed to make note of his mistake as the rest of the gang did, Kie letting out a little frustrated groan from the back of her throat as JJ cringed, pointedly avoiding Haley’s gaze. John B's hands gripped the steering wheel tight, a warning "Pope" leaving his mouth.

Haley laughed, though it held no humour. She clasped her hands together, the slap of her palms meeting echoing in the confine space. "Let me get this straight, you guys not only found the wreck of my dads boat and didn't tell anyone about it, but also obviously found where he was staying and snooped in his room," she listed, feeling the familiar build of rage pulse through her body. “I mean, what the fuck you guys?"

"We're sorry," Kiara turned in her seat, meeting the Grubbs’ girl angered gaze. "We swear, if we had any idea it was your dad we wouldn't have. We were just, curious, I guess. We found the key on the boat when Pope first spotted it in the marsh, and before we even snooped we tried to tell the coastguard, but like JJ said, they weren't interested. So, John B and JJ went to look in the room."

Haley sighed heavily, leaning her head back to rest against the wall of the van. She tried to tell herself to calm down - hell, she probably would have done the same thing if it was her in their position, she couldn't get mad at them over that. "And did you guys find anything?" She asked quietly, the gang seemingly relaxing as they recognised her calmer tone of voice.

"Did we find anything?" JJ snorted as he repeated her words, grin falling from his lips at the glares the rest of his friends shot him. Haley sat up straighter, taking note of their warning glances. JJ awkwardly coughed, rubbing the back of his neck as he once again avoided her honey coated eyes. "Uh, not really."

"Not really?" She asked, frown on her plump lips. JJ nodded, tongue darting out to wet his pink lips, uncharacteristically quiet once more. "Okay, what the hell is going on? And no more bullshitting me, I've had enough of that from everyone else for the past forty eight hours. I came to you for answers, I'm not going anywhere without them."

She looked to John B then, hoping, pleading, that he would understand. He'd lost his dad too, nine months ago, supposedly lost at sea, believed to be dead. Haley knew he never believed that though, refusing to agree that his father was dead, insisting that he was simply missing. If there was one person that could understand her need to know about her dad, it was John B. And he knew it too, as he sighed and nodded.

"There was a safe," he started as she listened intently. "There was money inside it, I don't know how much. The cops kinda showed up when we were in there," he admitted sheepishly. "We had to hide before we could count it or anything. But there was also, um, a gun in the safe too."

"A gun?" Haley deadpanned. John B raised his eyes and caught hers, nodding. Haley scoffed in disbelief, running a hand through her almost waist length hair. "Why the hell would my dad have a gun?"

"Um, there's something else you should probably know," JJ blurted. "I kinda, uh, took it."

The Pogues glared at him again, Kie spitting a warning of his name, but the blonde just looked at the girl seated in front of him. Her eyes widened as he brandished the piece of metal, black in colour and daunting in shape. Of fucking course JJ Maybank had stolen her dads gun, she thought. It was so... JJ.

"You stole that from a crime scene?" She sputtered, heart squeezing uncomfortably in her chest as she eyed the object with disdain. JJ nodded, looking almost guilty. "My dads crime scene? What the fuck JJ? Do you realise how much trouble you could get into from taking that? For having that?"

Haley was unsure as to why she seemed to care so much about that, rather than the fact that he'd taken it from her dads motel room, and that the gun was technically her fathers. She didn't want to ponder too much about that, though, there was bigger fish to fry in that moment.

"Sorry," he said, rather dumbly. "You can have it, if you want?"

She stared at him incredulously as he held the gun out towards her, quickly shoving it away from her body as she shook her head forcefully. "What the fuck would I want with a gun, JJ?" Haley demanded. The blonde boy shrugged, suddenly sheepish.

"It was your dads," he stated simply. From the corner of her vision she could see Pope sending him a wild look, brown eyes blown wide as he tried to be subtle and shake his head at his friend, silently warning him to shut the hell up, or so she presumed. "I just thought, y'know-"

"You thought wrong, JJ," Haley interrupted him before he could continue. His eyebrows furrowed as he noted her hostile tone, but let it go as he simply nodded, swallowing thickly when she turned away from him. “So, what happened, after the motel room?"

John B looked glad to be back on the original topic. "Well, it wasn't long after that we found it was your dad. We were gonna tell the police, but uh, we had this crazy idea that there might have been more on the boat, like money or something? I don't know, we just thought-"

"Your dad might've been a straight smuggler," Pope piped up. Haley’s glare made him shrink in his spot. "Sorry, sorry. Not the time, I get it."

"Right," John B said curtly as Kie groaned softly. "So we went to look again, and I found a duffel bag. The marsh was closed, obviously. But we weren't the only ones out there," his voice turned deadly serious. “After I got it, these two guys appeared on a boat. The same two guys that were at your place earlier."

Haley exhaled shakily at the information, memories of the two men entering her mind unwelcoming. The image of them carelessly tearing apart her house, screaming threats at her and her mother, gun held to her temple as their fists left holes in the walls and bruises on her mothers skin. She shuddered and hoped the rest of the gang hadn't noticed, but she could see the pity in John B's eyes as they reconnected with her own.

"They chased after us, and they were shooting at us too. We managed to escape them, and when we got back on land I looked in the bag, and all that was in it was the compass. My dads compass. It's a Routledge family heirloom, and your dad had it."

His tone held accusatory, though she couldn't blame him for it. It was a mystery to even her as to why or how her father had gotten hold of the compass, and she knew John B wanted answers just as much as she did. Haley felt almost guilty that she couldn't give him any as she spoke up, “I didn't know anything about it, I swear. The first time I've even heard of it was today when those guys showed up. I'm sorry, John B."

Said boy nodded, seemingly believing her as he sent a small smile her way, reassuring her. “Anyways, that's why me and JJ went to your place, I just wanted to know if maybe you or your mom knew anything about it or why your dad had it," he shrugged a shoulder, trying to come off as non-chalant. "And that's when we saw those guys again. I'm sorry about that, by the way."

She shrugged too, an expression of what-you-gonna-do on her face. Though she desperately wanted to know more about the compass, and why it could be so important to the thugs, she withheld her questions for the moment, deciding they could come later.

"And then they arrived at mine," John B revealed. Haley’s yes widened in surprise at the sudden revelation, churning of fear twisting at her gut. "They did the exact same at my place that they did to yours; tore the whole place apart, looking the compass I guess."

JJ burst then - Haley jumped as his voice echoed in the van, much more louder than what John B's had been, excitement lacing his tone as he began to recite the story of the two thugs and their mission of tearing John B's poor beloved Chateau apart, hands gesturing wildly around him.

"Yeah, they were fucking crazy man! We were all locked in Big John's office, no way out apart from the window that was fucking painted shut. We could hear them, taunting us, y'know. Like, 'you better not be in there', they even knew John B's name!" JJ rambled, excitable expression painted on his boyish features. "They come in, guns-a-blazing and we're all tryna figure out how the hell to get out of there, before we finally manage to open the window and hide in the fucking chicken coop of all places. It was fucking insane, man. I had to kill a hen just so we could make it out alive."

Haley blinked at that, her jaw dropping slightly as she tried to process all the information he'd thrown at her all within a minute. JJ calmed down from his passionate retale, chest heaving slightly as he took in her dazed expression, sea blue eyes catching hers and holding them. Kiara said his name in a warning tone from the passenger seat, and he snapped out of his stare-off with the olive skinned girl, but she was still looking at him in disbelief.

"That's basically it," John B said from the front of the van, though his face held a slight grimace at his best friends rather dramatic recite. "But yeah, they practically stripped my dads office bare. They took everything, all of his books, research, everything about the Royal Merchant."

If anybody had noticed her sudden stiff posture at the mention of the Merchant, they never spoke on it. The Royal Merchant. Something Haley was all too familiar with. It had been something of a fascination to her father for a while, especially in the weeks leading up to his death. She just thought it was a weird hobby, a strange interest of his that she never really thought much of. It was nice to see her dad passionate about something, she’d thought. No matter how strange she believed it to be, he had a hobby and she was happy for him. But, sitting in the back of John B. Routledge's van, surrounded by a group of teenaged Pogues, one of which she was were all too familiar with, to put it simply, her throat tightened.

Surely the Royal Merchant couldn't have had anything to do with her dad, right? She was just thinking too much, more than likely. But something in the back of her mind was nagging, unforgiving as the thoughts whirled in her head.

"But before the guys showed up, we found something," she focused back her attention as John B continued. "There's something engraved on the compass. Redfield. It's my dads handwriting, he must have put it there for me, before he disappeared."

Haley shared a glance with JJ as John B said the word. Disappeared. Ever the hopeful, yearning boy. She couldn't doubt his wish, she wished for nothing more for her dad to appear back in her life - but she knew that hers was dead, officially. How could she forget, she saw his lifeless eyes every time she closed hers.

But John B didn't have that, he never knew, really, if his father was truly dead or alive. The records said so, but he'd refused to sign them, or so she heard. He was still hopeful, so certain that his dad would just appear back at the Chateau one day, like he'd never disappeared in the first place. But Haley - and many others - were realistic, and the reality was there was very little to no chance that Big John Routledge was alive.

(Her heart broke for the boy.)

She tuned out the rest of the conversation for the remainder of the drive, her head leaning back on the cool metal of the wall as she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander with all the possibilities. Could the Royal Merchant really have been a factor in her dads death? She couldn't shake the feeling, as she could hear vaguely the conversation of the gang. John B insisting that his dad was leading him on a mission, Kiara trying to be supportive but anyone could pick up on the doubt in her voice, Pope piping up with rather unhelpful scenarios like Big John having been kidnapped, (Haley had rolled her eyes), and JJ adding his input, multitasking with rolling a blunt. (She’d rolled her eyes harder.)

The thing was, Haley and the Maybank boy had a little deal going on. She could remember the exact day it had begun, at an infamous Pogue kegger, the sun having set and leaving the sky coloured in perfect hues of pink, purple and yellow. It had been a beautiful night, she had to admit. The party had gone strong to the early hours of the morning, and she’d somehow found herself leaving with JJ Maybank. He'd approached her after she witnessed him striking out with a Touron, (surprisingly), eyes narrowing at her when she’d let out a giggle at his misfortune. He had been hostile at first, demanding what she was laughing at, grinning slightly when she informed him simply 'you'.

The rest of the night had been spent in each others company, and Haley could recall the exact moment where they were dancing closely, bodies pressed tight against each other, her arms thrown over his shoulders and wrapped around his neck, his own around her waist, fingers digging into her hips. Their breath mingled together, his forehead leaning against her own, and she’d expected the moment his lips fell on herd, slightly chapped but impossibly soft against her own as they danced in a passionate embrace that secretly took her breath away. She’d let him lead her to John B's Chateau across the beach, hand gripped in one another’s, as he pressed her to every surface until they managed to stumble their way into the spare bedroom.

She had told herself the next morning that it would only be a one time thing. Haley wasn’t one for random hook-ups, not that no one had tried to coax her into one. She was kinda known amongst the island as being this untouchable, obtainable person that nobody could ever get close to. She wasn’t sure what it was about her that made everyone label her as this being - maybe it was the fact that she was a loner and didn’t stick to one friendship group and spent most of her time to herself, maybe it was the fact that people thought she was weird because her dad was known to be such a loser (God rest his soul), or maybe it was the fact that she skateboarded around town morning till dawn, earphones plugged in and music blasting so loud that passerby’s could hear every word clearly.

The point was, she wasn’t known for getting close to anyone. And yet, she had found herself drifting back to JJ Maybank many other nights after that first one, and that’s where their little deal came into play.

But that's where it began, and also where it ended. Hers and JJ's relationship (if you could even call it that) never went beyond that. Random hook-ups here and there, whenever JJ struck out with a Touron and found himself soughting Haley out amongst the crowd to fill the space in his bed. Of course they were always friendly with each other, they’d known each other for so long, that it would have been silly not to continue being friendly. But they never hung out, not with his group, not with him alone apart from their many nights of endeavours, until now, she supposed. She thought it might have been weird, and she thought correct. Neither of them really looked at each other head-on, the air awkward and thick as the driving continued.

Haley was thankful when John B seemed to finally arrive at his destination, and she leaned forward with Pope to glance out the window, spotting the tall lighthouse stood proud in front of the group. Redfield, the name was written boldly on display.

"Redfield Lighthouse," John B spoke. "My dads favourite place."

She clambered from the van as the rest of the guys did, gazing up at the high building with her hand shielding her eyes from the bright sun from where they all gathered at the clearing. John B turned to face JJ. "Right, you're gonna post up and look out for bogeys, okay?"

JJ's eyebrows furrowed as he demanded, "Wait, why me?" His expression only darkened when Pope informed he wasn't to go in the Lighthouse, Haley watching from the sidelines, unsure where to put herseld in the situation. "Why?" He continued to argue.

Pope grabbed hold of JJ's shoulders. "There are independent and dependent variables, you're an independent variable-" he tried to explain but was quickly cut off as JJ began to yell over his words. "We don't know what you'll do!"

"Shut up!"

Haley awkwardly scuffed her boots on the ground as Kiara sent her a small smile from ahead of the boys, rolling her eyes dramatically when Haley caught them. She smiled at the gesture, once again appreciative of her presence. "Listen to me for a second," John B cut in their argument, stepping forward. "Pope, you stand look out with JJ, okay?" The pair in questioned seemed reluctant, but both nodded at John B's persistent glare. The tall brunette turned to her next, gaze softening immensely when he caught sight of her uncertain posture. "Do you mind keeping an eye out here?"

She shook your head immediately, sending him a reassuring nod. "Yeah, sure. That's fine by me. Heights aren't really my thing anyway," she told him as she looked up at the Lighthouse, nausea hitting at a slight force when she stared at the very top of the building amongst the blue sky. "Yeah, I'm good here."

He nodded back at her, a thankful smile on his lips. "If we split up, we meet back at JJ's house." He spoke, directing the words to the whole group. They all nodded their agreement.

"Great." Kie finalised, shooting Haley one last small smile before her and John B began to walk off, jumping the small fence that blocked their path, their stride quickly entering them into the lighthouse. Haley exhaled as they disappeared into the door, and moved her gaze to return on the two boys she was stuck with.

"I'm gonna work on my merit scholarship essay." Pope informed, before he turned and entered back into the van, leaving her and JJ stood on the outside of it, alone and deadly quiet. She looked at the golden haired boy as he pulled out a happy sack from his pocket, beginning to kick it around with his booted foot.

Haley sighed as she leaned on the passenger side door, her teeth biting down on her watermelon flavoured chapstick covered lip as she stared at the grass beneath her feet, her mind racing. A thud caught her attention and she glanced in the direction of where it had come from, a happy sack laying at her feet. She looked back up to JJ, who sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, sorry about that."

She huffed out a small laugh, bending down and snatching the sack from the floor. "You don't have to apologise to me JJ," she said softly. Throwing the sack back to him, his large hands reached out and cupped it, bringing it back to his chest. “I'm sorry about this, y'know, gatecrashing your friends' little adventure."

JJ's lips quirked, his muscular arm reaching back and throwing the sack into the air, Haley catching it and holding his eyes. "You're not gatecrashing anything," he assured. In the sunlight, his skin cast a golden glow. "And 'sides you deserve to be here. You're looking for just as much answers as John B is."

"I'm not sure about that," Haley told him and threw the sack to him. "I mean, I'm looking for answers, of course. That's why I'm here. But I'm pretty sure John B needs them more than I do," she glanced at the lighthouse momentarily. "I know what happened to my dad, pretty much. He died while being out in the storm, I know that, I just don't know why he was out in the storm or what he was even up to in the weeks leading up to it. John B doesn't even know for sure if his dad is dead or alive." She shuddered at the thought, shaking her head. "He deserves answers way more than me."

JJ nodded, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he paused in throwing the sack back towards her, looking at her small figure thoughtfully. "Do you think they could be connected?" He asked suddenly. Haley stared at him, confusion painted on her face. "Your dads, I mean. Yours and John B's. Do you think they could be connected, like your dads death and JB's dads disappearance?"

She stopped. Could they be, really? She had to admit she thought about it in the van on the journey there, but as quickly as it came it passed. To her knowledge, her dad and Big John didn't really know each other - of course they knew each other, but they didn't mix, or so she believed. But her mind replayed the moment John B mentioned the Royal Merchant, the way her stomach had filled with dread immediately, and she had the sinking feeling that it was very possible that what JJ was hinting at could be true.

"I don't know, maybe," she said instead, not wanting to voice her thoughts. JJ nodded thoughtfully, finally throwing her the sack back. She caught it, and repeated the process back to him again.

"I am sorry, though. About your dad," JJ's voice was soft, careful as he watched her pause, taking in his words. "I was gonna say more before, but with the guys... I know how much he meant to you."

Haley smiled gently, a sudden flutter in her chest alarming her as she nodded appreciatively at his words. "Thank you, JJ," she said quietly, sincerely. "It means a lot."

JJ nodded too, chapped lips pulling into an uncertain half-grin. "And I just wanted to say as well, that uh, I don't want things to be like, weird between us or anything," he stated awkwardly, clearing his throat. Haley almost laughed at the look on his face. "I mean, like, with us hooking up and stuff-"

"It won't be weird," Haley quickly interrupted him, grin overtaking the features of her face despite her better thoughts. "It was just hooking up, right? Not like we're exes or anything. No need to make it weird."

"Right," JJ voiced his agreement. Head full of long blonde locks nodding along at her words, dimples winking at her as they made an appearance in his cheeks when he smiled. "Not making it weird. Here's to that."

She laughed as the happy sack landed in her hands, holding it there as she squinted in the sun, grin cheeky as she gazed at him from her small distance. "Yeah, we'll just have to pretend we've never seen each other naked." She joked as she finally threw him his toy back.

The golden haired boy returned her smile, eyes mischievous as they made a show to glance at her figure from head to toe. "Trust me, I'll have to pretend a lot more beyond that to stay civil."

And before she could even think to voice her thoughts of Fuck, how did that almost kinda turn you on, a sudden and loud blare of a familiar siren startled, Haley’s and JJ's eyes widening as they met, a panicked expression matching in their features.

"Shit!" Haley uttered as JJ dropped the happy sack, her head turning to catch sight of the impending police car making its way towards where they were parked. She quickly glanced to the lighthouse, her heart dropping when she saw no sign of John B or Kiara, JJ grabbing her by the arm suddenly and practically dragging her into the van in the passenger seat, him running to occupy the drivers as Pope's head popped up between the seats, questioning them both erratically. She could give him no answers however, having no idea what had prompted the police to arrive. Haley had no time to think about what could have happened as JJ slammed his foot down, peeling out of the grassy area and away from the scene. "What about John B and Kie?"

"They'll be fine," JJ assured her, though they were empty words. He had no clue what had happened either, or if his friends would make it out and away from the lighthouse in time, but he still reached over and squeezed Haley’s knee gently when he saw her worried look. He caught her gaze and held it. "They'll be fine."

She could only hope that was true.

It was hours later when Haley and the Pogues gathered around John B's kitchen table, deadly silent as everyone processed what had just transpired.

She’d had JJ and Pope drop her off at home after escaping the police at the lighthouse, aware that she had been gone a long while and her mother was probably sick with worry by that point. If she wasn’t home within the hour, Haley had no doubt that she would have the police patrolling the streets, searching for her. When she toldthe boys this, they chuckled as she ordered them to park around the corner from her home, not wanting her mother to spot her leaving the van. She’d told them to call her when they heard from either John or Kiara, and they'd both agreed as she climbed from the van and walked the familiar path to her house.

Sure enough, Lana practically collapsed into her when she’d entered. Her arms were wrapped around Haley so tightly as they squeezed all the air out of her lungs, her mothers voice in her ear a jumbled mess of words laced in a frantic tone. Haley assured her she was fine, that no harm was done, and that she had just gone for a walk around the Outer Banks. Lana seemed hesitant, but had allowed Haley to ease her worries as she led her towards the couch and sat her down, letting her mom hold her for as long as she needed to assure her mind that she were really okay.

Haley felt almost bad, seeing her in such a panicked state. But then she remembered if she had just answered her questions truthfully instead of hiding everything from her than she wouldn't be sneaking around in the first place. And then the guilt subsided, if only a little. (Haley still felt awful.)

It was a couple of hours after that when a knock had sounded on her bedroom window. She had startled, her heart racing as she wondered who the hell could be knocking on her window, at night, too. She almost very nearly didn't go towards it, in fear of the two faces of the men from earlier that day greeting her, but she’d exhaled a sigh of relief when her eyes landed on the face of JJ Maybank.

"Care for a late night drive?" He'd asked, and she’d rolled her eyes. His grin never faltered as he watched her put on her boots, checking in on her mother and determining if the coast was clear to sneak out, before she’d climbed from her window, thankful that the house was only one story as she did so. Despite that fact, JJ's hands still gripped her hips as he helped her (though he didn't have to) down from the window.

She’d felt instant relief when she spotted Kiara and John B sat in the van, having resumed their earlier positions. Kie grinned at her as she got in the back along with JJ and Pope, who smiled at her also, as Haley began to question the both of them on what had happened after they’d fled the scene.

They'd been caught, of course. But they'd also been released, and that was the main thing. Haley decided to focus on the positives as John B drove them all off, this time to a cemetery of all places - leading the way towards a specific grave that he informed them all was his great-great grandmother, Olivia Redfield. Her maiden name, apparently.

And of fucking course inside that crypt was a white FedEx envelope, addressed to Bird, which they would later discover was actually John B's nickname given to him by his dad, who'd actually left the envelope there - hoping one day that his son would find it. (Because of fucking course Big John would do that.)

The pieces to the puzzle were all coming together, bit by it, slowly but surely. They’d all returned to the Chateau upon the discovery of the envelope, which contained a map, the sight very familiar. (The Royal Merchant, of fucking course it was.) And there was a very obvious X displayed on it too, X marks the spot. Along with that, a tape recorder fell into the palm of John B's hand.

"Dear Bird," the voice had started, vaguely familiar to Haley’s ears. There was no question as to who the voice belonged to - Big John Routledge was speaking directly into the room, all five teenagers gathered around listening intently. "I didn't expect to find the Merchant either."

Haley’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, her breath catching in her throat as she glanced at JJ who was beside her, his own face a perfect replica of confusion and amazement.

"There she is, the wreck of the Merchant. If something happens to me, finish what I started." Big John's voice continued to fill the deafening silence of the room. "Go for the gold, kid. I love you, Bird, even if I didn't always act like it. I'll see you on the other side."

The recorder clicked off after that, once again silence engulfing the room. Haley felt her stomach churn, her heartbeat to quicken, her palms beginning to sweat. She couldn't believe it. Big John Routledge had gone and found the Royal Merchant. The Royal Merchant, of which her own father had spent months obsessing over. The Royal Merchant, as in the ship that had sunk over two hundred years ago. The Royal Merchant, in which had bought her and this ragtag group of misfits together.

They all littered around the pontoon close to John B's house, beers in hand as Kie strummed softly on her ukulele, the night air a welcome comfort to Haley’s clammy skin, her heart having still not calmed from when she’d first come to the realisation that Big John had found the Royal Merchant, and now she was joining the Pogues on finishing what he had started - for her own father, she thought as she looked towards the stars in the summer nights sky, smiling softly up at them. For you, dad.

"How much was it again?" JJ broke the silence, the golden haired boy seated closest to her.

"Four hundred mil," John B reminded, though he said it dreamily, almost as if he still couldn't quite believe it. She couldn't, either, in all honesty. Five teenagers, about to charge head-first into a treasure hunt? They had to be crazy. But for four hundred million, anyone would be.

JJ's head turned at rapid speed, before he let out a sigh and clasped his hands together, looking between them all. "Alright, let's talk the split. Now, before we say 'evenly' may I remind you that I am the only one that can properly defend us from those groupers who were after us," he branded the gun, waving it around as he spoke. "Protection? Not cheap, okay?"

"Technically, that should be my gun," Haley pointed out, shrugging a shoulder and smiling cheekily when he turned to glance over at her, frown etched on his lips. "You said so yourself, remember?"

"You said you didn't want it!" He protested instantly.

She licked her lips as she teased him, "Well, maybe I changed my mind."

JJ shook his head, tongue running over his teeth as he stared at her in disbelief, though his smile was enough to let her know he found humour in her actions. "You don't just get backsies on a gun," he deadpanned.

Haley rolled your honey coated eyes as Pope quickly interrupted the two of them. “You haven't trained," he directed towards JJ. "You've done zero training."

"YouTube, bro!" JJ countered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "This," he pointed to the gun. "Is at least a five percent bump right there."

The group collectively ignored him, though Haley sent him a smirk when he looked at her, an expression of am-I-right or am-I-right on his pretty face. Kie tilted her head towards Pope. "What are you gonna do with your eighty mil, Pope?" She questioned.

"Pay for college in advance," the boy answered immediately. "And also, textbooks. Those are expensive."

Haley couldn't help but smile at him, Pope, ever the thoughtful one. She knew if she had half the brains Pope had she’d probably be the exact same as him - planning ahead, working towards college more than anything. She admired the boy, truly. But her future wasn't nearly as bright as Pope's, she was aware of that. Which made the desire to find that treasure from the Royal Merchant all that more huge.

"What about you, Haley?” She was broken from her thoughts as Kie suddenly directed her words to the other girl, raising an expectant brow as she came to, noting the rest of the gang all looking at her with similar expressions.

What would she do with her money? Honestly, she had no idea. She felt incredibly lucky to even be considered to get a share of it, given that she had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, demanding answers about her dead dad and the damned compass that had started it all in the first place. She’d questioned the guys immediately after the discovery of Big John's reveal, telling them that she was totally okay with not getting a share, had even told them she’d back off and leave them to it, though so many more questions needed answering in her mind. But they'd all immediately disagreed, letting her know that she were apart of this just as much as they all were. This was her journey, too.

"Move me and my mom out of our shitty house," Haley decided. "Get a huge ass house on Figure Eight, buy anything that we wanted. Treat her to everything she could have ever dreamed of. Maybe buy a holiday home in Italy, visit there every year and have a holiday romance with an insanely hot Italian guy."

Her and Kiara shared a giggle at that, missing the way the blonde beside her shifted almost uncomfortably, eyes downcast towards the water for a second before he licked his lips, proclaiming loudly, "I know what I'll do. I'm gonna get a big ass house on Figure Eight, and go full Kook," JJ announced, eyes meeting hers and sending her a wink. "We can be neighbours."

Haley laughed outright, shaking her head at his dramatics as he continued. "Gonna get a marble statue of myself, and then I'm gonna get a koi pond, put a bunch of those fish-"

"I'm never visiting." Kie mumbled, interrupting his sentence as they all shared a laugh, gazes suddenly turning to John B who hadn't spoken in a while, the tanned brunette simply staring off into space, almost seemingly lost in his world.

"What about you, John B?" He looked back towards the four of them sprawled out on the pontoon, his eyes catching Haley’s own for a millisecond, the pair of them understanding exactly what was going through both their minds in that moment.

"To going full Kook," he raised the hand that held his beer, the group of Pogues wasting no time in following the action, all their hands raising, beer cans glinting under the moonlight as they all exclaimed, "To going full Kook!" into the summer nights air, the excitement and anticipation present in all of their voices.

And she grinned as she clinked her beer with JJ's, the blonde throwing a careless arm over her shoulder as he tugged her closer to him; Haley’s own naturally wound around his waist in return as they all laughed and joked into the night, the promise of an adventure and bright future's ahead of them all.

She failed to notice that their arms never really left each other until later that night, when her departure from the gang forced her to unwind her limbs from his, their gazes catching, secret smiles on both their faces.

Oh, this would be fun.

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