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funsizedkola · 1 month ago

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She's A Maniac [part 1]

So I got REAL INSPIRED by @keferon 's Mecha Pilot AU (and got me liking JazzProwl overall thanks to it despite me being a Recent Transformers fan) and what really got my interest piqued was the fact that due to Quintessons, the Autobots and Deceptions joined forces in this AU. So! That inspired me a bit with this!

Though as you will see, what really took over here was the idea of what Elita One would be in a setting like this so, pardon my indulgence in this post. (And I like megoplita so sue me~)

They want her retired.

It's not outright said, but Swindle's grin and flattering words can't conceal what he's trying to encourage. Boardroom executives, sponsors, spokespeople, they're all the same to her at this point in her life. Ever since she was a fresh young recruit she never lost the feeling that she can only could rely on fellow pilots to be honest with her. If you're not going through the same agonizing road of misery all recruits live through (if they survive, even) then you can't understand her life.

And certainly don't have the right to direct where she should go.

"Our wonderful, exemplary Ariel-"

"Captain," calmly and yet with no spared patience is what emits with her narrowed eyes. The poster behind her in her office shows the girl that used to still respond to that name. Hopeful, radiant maybe, eyes gleaming like the polish of the mech she pilots in distant view. Ponytail bouncy with the abundant energy she once had as her smile expressed faith in the future. Everyone's future.

You wouldn’t recognize that girl at first glance in the woman glaring holes at this man's head. A few noticeable streaks of white now run through her strawberry blonde hair as the fire before is searing hot coals serving as her eyes. The way Swindle rubbed his hands shows he's maybe second guessing this conversation. Especially with what else he thought was also necessary to discuss.

"You understand, don't you? Progress must march on if we want to see results-"

"And you think sending Rumble and Frenzy to follow where Jazz was last heard is the way to do it?" Venomous, her fist fell on her desk as she soon stood up. "The children, next on the chopping block after the fully grown man failed to respond back? Who shouldn't have been put in that program in the first place you son of a-"

"W-Well, the decision has already been made so really you're only being informed as a formality-"

Oh, why bother with words anymore? The same snarl Elita would give to the enemy kaiju is what sends the suited man running out the door. By the way he scurried down the hall as she yells obscenities his way she knows there's nothing more she can do. He's at times just the glorified messenger boy with decisions like these in hopes that by the time she's found a proper suit or sponser or whatever to shake around she won't be as mad. But no, this weathered soul isn't so keen on lying down on this matter.

"Wooow~ They're going to definitely find a way to fire you if you keep that up."

Blurr isn't perturbed by the look thrown his way, cool and composed as he was leaning against the wall like he overheard quite the show to stop by. With how it's the longest he's initiated any conversation with her, he must of been very amused by what was said in there. Casual smile paired by serious eyes as he leans in, poster boy for the masses advising to former poster girl for new recruits. "Unfortunately he is right. No matter what you do, you can't change their minds on this. Whatever suggestion was offered is already a done deal."

Any non pilot saying this would have their throat grabbed. But as much as she yearns to disagree she can't throw away the reality he's delivering to her. With how prized a pilot Jazz is, the chance that they have gone and lost one of their best assets have backpedaled the hopes the higher ups have of gaining an advantage in this war. Now, anyone else they will consider sending will be those they consider to be... significantly expendable.

And maybe.

Perhaps also those they wish to be rid of.

"... Okay I don't know if I like that look in your eyes."

"Oh, really? I'll take that as a good sign then," is all the senior pilot says as she then starts heading to where the boardroom is.

Bemused, Blurr watches at the faded burgundy from her jacket leaves his line of sight before he looks back at her office. For a second he wondered if he saw just a hint of that spunky pilot in that framed poster in her eyes. Though he mainly is looking at said artwork to remember what exactly was her name.

Elita One: "I'll see you on the battlefield!"

Ah right, that's what she goes by.

- - -

"You're going too?!"

Ah, she knew she forgot something. Tiredly drinking the rest of her coffee, Elita just let Hot Rod rage on and get some of this indignation out of his system. Though when his angry tirade turns to him accusing certain people of using this as a chance to cowardly do away with her she then raised a finger and shook her head. "I volunteered," she corrected.

"WHAT?!"

"Told you," Wheeljack adds unhelpfully as Hot Rod just looks to him striding in with a stack of reports about her currently reconstructing mech, then to her, and for a moment looks almost hurt dare she say.

She gives a rare apologetic smile. "I was meaning to tell you all, but I had my hands full by all this preparation for me and the twins."

"But. But. You don't have to. Just say the word and I'll step in. I'll find Jazz and keep those two safe as well-" Oh how earnest he sounds. She doesn't doubt his conviction with how he's been arguably the most affected pilot since they heard that one of their own may for all they know be lost in space with no hope of return. "Captain, we need you here!"

"One way or another I can't ignore the risk that they will find a way to get rid of me once and for all. So at least through this it would be by my decision," Elita points out before patting his arm. He's not as visibly worn with burden like she is, but he looked even younger once. A prodigy in spirit and strength as she one time carried him after an excruciating round of tests left him unable to walk. He didn't ask for her help but she told him what he needs to do if he wishes to keep going and be one of the blazing warriors of history instead of the tragic burnt matches sent for cremation. "And I appreciate the offer. But no, you're needed more than me. You know I only got so much time left till it's time for me to meet my sisters."

It's not like she doesn't see why he remains unconvinced. And she gets a feeling he won't be the only pilot attempting to in some way convey refusal of her decision as word will now spread. The main reason she evaded the path of high office promotions other pilots ventured off to was so there's as least one more person there for the new recruits to turn to. To say for them the things they are afraid to voice till they've grown wise enough to walk on their own. But she knew one day she will have to let go and just hope for the best, as she taps Hot Rod on the chest.

"If you ask me, it's time for you to see if Captain is a right fit for you as well."

- - -

There's two reasons Elita can guess why Rumble and Frenzy were picked for this 'retrieval mission'.

One. They are a PR disaster waiting to happen. That's due to their controversial background of orphans being picked for the program. A convenient lack of parents unable to refuse rights to them made them easy pickings to be handed over from whatever foster care organization was receptive to bribes. But the longer the war wanes the more the public is willing to start aiming criticisms to the mech program and where there is smoke, there will be a fire to inevitably be posted to all news and media outlets.

Two. They are a PR disaster waiting to happen. The experiments they had to go through were far from gentle but it did nothing to tame their already wild personalities. If anything, it only made them worse. If you were a pilot they might listen to you, and even then depending on their mood it's a maybe. Jazz was one of the few that handled those troublemakers with ease and since his departure from Earth they've made their worries for him everyone's problem. His easygoing attitude and way of entertaining them was how he unintentionally got them to listen to him.

But. Elita can't say why the twins listen to her in her case. Intimidation, one may say. Perhaps being the closest they will get to a maternal figure despite her stern demeanor, another may comment. Or maybe the terror twins know to fall in line when the scarier pilot is in the room, another will add in. Whatever reason, she can't complain as they follow her lead in preparing for their mission. They delight in the new shiny suits they get to try on before attempting to look serious in her presence. It breaks her heart how they slowly try acting less their age in little ways and so she comments her approval for her own new attire so they can relax and get back to being eager. Any moment they can have to laugh between difficult rounds of training cannot be swept away.

As they tell each other how they definitely will show off to the others how much cooler they look, she glances at her reflection from the leg of her upgraded mech. Maybe one of the designers was feeling nostalgic as the shade of pink reflected more the hues she had in her early days. A contrast to the darker tones of magenta and wine red she preferred to adorn herself with when she no longer had the energy to smile for the camera. A sendoff to her once envious legacy, she morbidly thinks before seeing that some of the pilots have arrived in the hangar.

For some, it's the last chance their comrades will get to say goodbye and wish them luck before they are called away for combat. Elita appreciates the thought as she sees the twins gang up on a nervous First Aid, hoping that this isn't it for them. Or at the very least, the children will get to return to earth again.

"A badge?" She comments as she's handed a vibrant piece of metal that can magnetize to her suit. "You shouldn't have."

Hot Rod grins as he shows two smaller ones he's no doubt readied for Rumble and Frenzy. Before handing her another regular sized badge that has her raise a brow before she realizes.

"Give this to Jazz when you find him."

When. Not if. She's glad at least he is stubbornly having faith in their perilous pilgrimage. Clasping his hand she gives a nod before she lets herself be pulled in a hug. "I will," she promises him, knowing he needs to hear her resolve. "And I'll remind him that you still owe him money from your last bet."

The waver in his laugh has her close her eyes. Steeling herself as she knows the ones they'll leave behind will cry enough for her.

- - -

"Rumble, Frenzy, report! Report!"

Way to soon after their send off, they have somehow managed to end up in a swarm of enemies. Blasting away at the eyes of one of them, Elita frantically searched around for any sign of the stealth mechs she had ended up separated from. Is it damaged comms? Are they too occupied with fighting or running? Or maybe, they're already- no. No she won't guess till she's seen them herself. Wherever they are on this rock of a planet, she'll be there.

"Elita! You'll never guess what I found!!!" The joyful voice of a girl still way too young for active service is now calling her.

"Frenzy? Where are you and your brother?!" Alerts blaring have her picking up her last kaiju victim by the tentacles as she whips it around to stun it's comrades attempting to surround her.

"Hey I was the one to find him first!" Rumble, he's alive too oh thank-

"Well he patted me first so there!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Yu-huh!"

"Nu-uh!!!"

"Yu-huh!!!"

"STATUS. REPORT."

The pair of "Yes ma'am"s have her heaving a sigh as she looks down on one of her toes feebly attempting to grab her armored leg. "Kids, am I right?" She says dryly before stomping on its head, green muck now staining her. So much for a pristine paint job.

"Contact with good guys have been made, ma'am!"

"There's this really cool one we wanna keep, ma'am!"

"Can we, please? Ma'am!"

"Alright enough with the- wait what are you saying...?" She trails off, not liking the implication that there's something else out there that's not one of identifiable tentacle monsters she's been fighting for most of her life. Whatever chatter the twins are having to scheme to her agreeing is no longer her focus as she's got a larger tentacle wrapping itself around the head of her mech. Immediately kicking away, she growled as she sees this big guy is smart and is keeping her at enough distance from his weak points. Just what she needs, one of the tankier enforcers to show up.

Quickly she's attempting to take aim to wherever she can hit first, limb, neck(?), maybe the eyes-

Blade.

There's a glowing blade going through the alien's torso.

Feeling her captor's balance careen, Elita readies herself to roll on the rocky ground. Immediately getting to untangling the now limp tentacle from herself. And also getting ready for another fight because whatever just saved her has yet to earn her ease with how she now sees an imposing figure attached to said glowing axe. Monster wriggling away in halves, the more metal being steps over it to her direction.

Eyes.

Bright blue eyes is what she sees, vibrant on this planet only lit by distant stars and moons. Nothing like anything she's ever seen on any mech like construct as it's like she's actually being perceived.

The axe it wields is now shrinking before somehow it's replaced with a hand, the sight feeling more mythical rather than engineered. Now both hands are held up as if to convey peace as he pauses in front of her.

A voice is what she's hearing, but it's not one she can understand. It certainly doesn't sound human either which has her hackles raised once more, stepping back.

The way this red and blue mech tilts it's head as if in thought has her nearly laugh as something so mighty and tall somehow looks a tad approachable. But no, she can't be wasting time here as she drags her eyes away.

"I. Appreciate the help but I have to go and look for my own now," she manages to say as she wonders if it would be too rude to run off. But her sensors indicating forms heading her way have her looking to see the young pilots running to her. Sheer relief waves over her as she hurries forth to bend down and let them crash into her open arms, their chatter and barely even dented mechs assuring her that they're okay, for now they're alright.

Though she draws back with a frown. "You two. Need to improve your communication on the field," she stated.

"Really? I thought we did great," Frenzy says, her brother nodding as she internally sighs. "And look, it's our new friends!"

The relief of finding these two distraction her from the full scale of approaching mass their way is what soon is realized to Elita, looking up to see two more mechs walking their way.

They. Do not look as approachable as the first one. One is darker blue with a gleaming red visor that has her feel like she's being scanned, and the other one has red eyes pinpointed on them.

And a face. It has a proper face.

Somehow, it has a mouth. That moves. That can't be made by metal, no way does such material deliver such a menacing scowl with ease like that. Abruptly standing to place herself between those two and the kids, she could of sworn silver head is now smirking but she's not wanting to waste time on chances that could lead to bodily harm now that she has the twins.

"Rumble, Frenzy, go. Now!" She ordered, but she just gets vehement shaking heads as they tug at her hands.

"No, they're the good guys! Like we said!"

"Yeah, they saved us! Well, more like the blue one was doing that as the grey guy just killed aliens."

Judging from the amount of green splatters on said stranger she is inclined to believe that.

"So, can we keep him? That guy is so cool!" Rumble pleads as he waves at Red Visor who gives a little wave back. "I promise we'll do whatever you say Captain!"

"Yeah! We'll be perfect soldiers!"

They no doubt will be pleading from within their cockpits which, while cute to imagine, does not dissuade said Captain from tapping them on the heads. "No."

"Pleaaaaase! Please please please! We'll name him and everything!"

"Take him on walks!"

"Won't use him in our pranks!"

"You already should be following my orders to stay safe," The tired woman stressed, feeling tempted to remove her helmet to rub her forehead. "And besides, I'm pretty sure they can't talk to us so what's the use in keep them around? Chances are they already have their own designations but not like we'll know what they are!"

The static she keeps getting when trying to contact home base is also not helping her stress here. Improved communications her foot, she should of known they would of been stuck going no contact with any one human being this far away from Earth. As the twins keep pleading as they cling to her legs, she feels too worn out to even think about how undignified she must look to these other mech users.

"Optimus Prime."

Pausing, she slowly turns to where she hears that voice from. Sure enough, Axe Guy has stepped forth and the tone she just heard somehow just. Fits. Deep, and yet rich with humble gravitas...?

"That would be my designation. May I have the honor of learning yours?"

#Transformers #Elita One #TF Mecha Universe #maccadam #Optimus Prime #Rumble #Frenzy

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bonnyskies · 4 years ago

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come back to me [seventeen] ⇢ jjk

you’re willing to do anything to save your marriage, even if that meant you’d have to sacrifice your own happiness to do so.

pairing — husband!jungkook x malereader, ft. ceo!jaehyun

genre — angst, sexual themes, idol au, exes to lovers-ish au, open relationship au, marriage au, parents au

series warnings — infidelity (kinda?), swearing, bisexual!jungkook, jealous!jungkook, insecure!reader, unhealthy relationship, unrequited love-ish, slow burn, use of alcohol, mentions of divorce problems, (more could be added in future chapters)

word count — 2.3k

author’s note — Just a heads up to everyone, school started back up again so chapters might take some time to be released. And there’s probably going to be only three or so chapters left until the epilogue.

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Being back home never felt so good.

Stepping inside of your house, you felt instant warmth, turning around to see Jungkook trailing right behind you with Minho right beside him.

Everything was different now—and in a good way this time. As you stared into Jungkook’s eyes, you now had a sense of fondness and yearn for him, instead of pain and heartache like you used to have before.

“Feels good to be home, huh?” Jungkook smiled down you, heartwarming at the sight of the same smile on your face as you nodded your head. He then placed Minho’s suitcase down on the ground beside the door, you doing the same with yours. “Well, I better hand out—”

“Appa, where’s your stuff?” Minho suddenly asks, staring up at Jungkook confusingly.

“Oh,” Jungkook eyes widened slightly at his words, causing him to glance at you and shrug his shoulders, not knowing what to say.

That’s when you grinned at him. “They’re still in the car, appa has to go get them.”

Jungkook’s eyes may have been wide, but after hearing your answer they were nearly bulging out of his head. He stared at you, trying to see if what you were saying is true, and when you nodded his heart skipped a beat.

“Yay!” Minho cheered loudly, clapping his hands. “Appa is living with us again.”

Minho ran off to his room, and when he was gone Jungkook turned towards you. “Are you sure you want me back? I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing his, allowing me to move back—”

“Jungkook,” you smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay. You can move back here, it’s your house too. But you’re staying in the guest room for now, is that okay—”

“Yes, yes!” Jungkook quickly interrupted, nodding his head. “Yeah, that’s perfectly fine.” He couldn’t stop the smile creeping onto his face. “I’ll do anything to come back home.”

You simply nodded, lowering your head to hide the blush forming on your cheeks.

“I’ll go get my suitcase then.”

While Jungkook went back to the car, you brought both yours and Minho’s things upstairs and began to unpack. It hasn’t even been ten minutes yet until your phone started ringing, Cho’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hey girl,” you answered, pressing your phone against your ear as you continued to unpack your clothes, returning them into their original places, whether that be your closet or large dresser. “What’s up?”

“I heard you’re back, is that true?” You hummed in reply, shoving one of your pants into a drawer. “Then can you come to the office real quick? Jaehyun needs to talk to you—it’s urgent.”

“Can’t he just call me?” You ask, releasing a sigh and in the background you couldn’t help but hear multiple voices going on, some of them even sounding loud and chaotic. You’ve been home for about two hours and they already wanted you to come into work—and it’s nearing five in the evening too.

“He’s busy right now, it’ll be easier if you just come here.” Cho replied, hearing her mumble something to someone in the background in the process. Just as you were about to argue, she quickly added in a quiet voice, “I’ve got to go so hurry,” before hanging up on you.

You shoved your phone into your pocket with an exasperated groan falling from your mouth.

Grabbing a coat, you rushed out of your room and down the stairs only to run into Jungkook coming in the opposite direction with his phone in hand.

“I’ve got to go,” you both said at the same time. Jungkook cleared his throat and gestured you to go first, which you then did.

“Cho just called and asked me to come down to the office real quick, something urgent happened and she said Jaehyun needs me there.”

Instantly, you noticed the way he tensed at the mention of Jaehyun but nodded understandingly nonetheless. “Yeah, Namjoon-hyung also called and asked me to come down to the studio and do some song recordings. It shouldn’t take long, just doing the lines that I missed while being gone.”

“Okay, what about Minho? It’s late and we can’t get a babysitter last minute.”

“I’ll take him with me,” Jungkook offered in an instant. “I’m sure the others will be happy to see him again, it’s been too long.”

You nodded, “Okay, we’ll meet back here then?”

“Yeah, and I’ll pickup some Chinese takeout for us on the way back home.”

“Sounds good.”

After saying goodbye, you both went your separate ways, you heading in one direction while Jungkook and Minho went in the other.

Entering Jung Enterprises, you immediately greeted with nothing but complete chaos around every corner.

Questions arose in your mind when seeing many employees, people who you didn’t bother learning the names of run past you with files and or boxes in their hands. You tried to stop and ask one of them what was going on, but they would only mumble out a quick reply, saying how they were busy and unable to help you.

Realizing that you weren’t going to get any information out of anyone, you took the elevator up to the top floor where Jaehyung’s office was, and when entering the room, you were greeted by the sight of his back as he talked to someone on his phone.

“You don’t have to worry, sir.” Jaehyun paused, turning around to glance at you and you swore you could literally feel the awkward tension shared between you two as he held his finger up before continuing his conversation. “Everything should be packed and moved out out of here by the end of this week. Alright, goodbye sir.”

You raised a brow confusingly at his sentence.

“Sorry about that,” hanging up, Jaehyun placed his phone down and leaned guest his desk, facing you. “Just had to finish a last minute phone call—welcome back, by the way.”

“Thank you,” you bowed your head. “It feels good to be back home.”

“How was the trip?”

“It was—good,” answering hesitantly, knowing that any topic that had any relation to Jungkook was a touchy subject for him. And even though you were careful with your words, you could still see the way Jaehyun’s jaw clenched and eyes staring down to avoid yours.

Jaehyun simply hummed in reply. “You’re probably wondering why I asked you to come here at such a late notice?” He asks, changing the subject.

You nodded, taking a seat at one of the chairs across from him—barely a feet away from where he was standing.

“The company’s moving,” and just from hearing those three words made your eyes widen, but you chose to stay silent. “While you were gone I had a meeting with a sponser who is interested in doing a full partnership with our business. And in order for our companies to work together, our company must move to where their headquarters is at—” he suddenly pauses, hesitation clear in his voice. “—which is in California—Los Angeles precisely.”

That’s when your widen eyes nearly fell out of your skull. “C-California? As in the United States, California?”

Jaehyun nodded.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You question, “I mean, Jung Enterprises started in South Korea. It’s one of the most successful and largest companies in the country. I’m sure not everyone is going to move across the world, so that means there’ll be lots of layoffs. People won’t be happy about that,” your voice trailed off near the end, not knowing whether or not you were crossing the line.

Back then you were able to talk freely around him, but after everything you been through with each other, you weren’t so sure now.

“Yes, I’m aware of that.” Jaehyun nodded again. “But after going over the numbers with some of the accountants, we’ve learned that our profits can nearly triple in size if we do this partnership. Moving is the best choice for my company, regardless of how many people will be unhappy because of it.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but chose to remain silent. “I understand, sir. If you think that moving the company is the best decision then I support you one hundred percent.” You then ask, “But I’m confused, why are you telling me this?”

“I want you to come with me.”

“Y-You what,” you gaped, eyes wide. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” Jaehyun asks, tilting his head as he stared at you confusingly.

“Because of Jungkook,” was on the tip of your tongue, but you found yourself only able to say “Because of Minho. He has friends here, close friends and my family is also here. He’ll have to restart with school, meet new people. Those kind of things aren’t easy for a kid. And plus, we’ll be alone over there—”

“You’ll have me,” quickly spewed out of Jaehyun’s mouth, making you freeze and stare at him with shock.

You opened your mouth, struggling to find the right words to say. “Jaehyun, I—” you suddenly paused, nibbling on your bottom lip anxiously. “What about Jungkook, then? I can’t just take Minho away from him.”

“He has money, he can visit.” Jaehyun snapped, making you slightly flinch, and when he saw you staring down at ground, trying to avoid his eyes he knew. “It’s not just because of Minho or those other problems, isn’t it? It’s because of him.”

You stayed silent.

“A-Are you two working things out?” And again, you chose to stay silent which made Jaehyun roll his eyes and scoff. “I can’t believe you’re actually forgiving him that easily. You’re so stupid—”

“Excuse me,” you stared at him with disbelief, your gaze replaced with annoyance. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know how any of this is your business. It’s my family—not yours.”

“You’re making a big mistake, {Name}.” Jaehyun’s jaw clenched. “What if later on in the future things don’t work out between you two and you both still get a divorce? You won’t have a job, and you’ll be alone—”

“Then I’ll deal with it if that time comes!” You exclaimed, eyes filled with rage and hands balled up into fists by your side. “I know you’re doing this because you don’t like Jungkook and nothing will make you happier than to have me all to yourself but—”

“Oh my god,” Jaehyun sighs frustratingly. “Jungkook is not the reason, I’m doing this for you and Minho only. Just think about it, please!” He was now shouting back as well. “He’ll have a better education there, and you’re salary will be doubled. You’ll even have a nice penthouse in our company’s new building that’ll be fully paid off. Life will be better there—”

“That’s enough, Jaehyun.” You interrupted him, standing up from your seat so that you were now eye-level with him. “I’ll just save you the trouble and give you my verbal resignation right now.”

You turned and headed towards the door but stopped when Jaehyun suddenly called for you. “Wait,” turning around, you watched as he then walked up to you and handed you a thin file. “Just think about it, alright? Everything you need to know about the transfer is in here.”

You sighed, your harden eyes softening when seeing the hopeful glint shining in his own ones.“Fine...”

Taking the file, you glanced at him one last time before stepping out of his office and leaving.

Jungkook couldn’t help but admire the sight across from him through the clear class window. Standing inside the recording booth with a microphone against his lips and headphones over his head, he watched as Minho sat and bounced on Jimin’s lap while playing on his phone.

Jungkook could tell they were taking pictures judging from the funny facial expressions they both were doing.

“Alright, I think you’re done.” Namjoon spoke up from behind the glass, turning off all the devices. “Good job.”

Jungkook nodded, removing his headphones before stepping out of the small booth. Before he could even fully close the door Minho was already running up to him and flashing Taehyung’s phone at him. “Look appa, look at the pictures me and samchon took together?”

Glancing down and squinting at the screen, Jungkook chuckled at the different pictures of his son and his hyung, some were filters that changed the appearance of their faces and some were just of them doing silly facial expressions. “Those are funny, bubs.”

“So, Jungkookie.” Jimin spoke up, gaining everyone’s attention. “What are your plans for tonight after you leave?

“Nothing, really.” Jungkook answered, shaking his head. “Probably get some Chinese food on the way home, eat, and then go to bed most likely. We’re all pretty exhausted after the flight.”

Namjoon nodded, “Well, I’m happy you two are starting to work things out.”

“You just better not fuck things up again...” Jimin mumbled underneath his breath but was still loud enough for the youngest member to hear.

Jungkook instantly covered his son’s ears with his hands and glared back at him before whispering, “I won’t, hyung. I won’t mess things up again—and no swearing in front of Minho.”

Jimin pursed his lips and held his hands up in surrender, earning a small giggle from Minho.

“Well, it’s getting late so we better get home.” Jungkook then spoke up, “I’m hungry and I know you are too, bubs—”

Suddenly, the sound of someone knocking interrupted Jungkook, making him stare at his two hyungs confusingly. “Are you two expecting anyone?” And when they both shook their heads, he glanced down at Minho and patted his head. “Stay with your samchons, okay?”

“Okay, appa.” Minho listened without any trouble, running over to sit back down on Jimin’s lap.

“I’ll go check it out,” Jungkook says before leaving the room and making his way towards the studio’s entrance. When approaching the door, he was expecting it to be one of the staff or maybe one of his hyungs. But he certainly wasn’t expecting to see the one person he never wanted to see again standing in the middle of doorway.

“Y-Yeonha,” stuttering out, Jungkook stared at the girl who stood in front of him with teary eyes and trembling hands. “What are you doing here?”

“W-We need to talk, Jungkook.”

and you thought things were going to be okay. now it seems both parties have their own issues to deal with.

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ficsnroses · 5 years ago

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Prompt Fic #6

❧ Prompt : Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving. Warnings : pregnancy.

☒ Pairing : Keanu Reeves x Reader.

☒ Word Count : 1.1K

☒ A/N : we’re gonna ignore the fact that I use the same three gifs 800 times because I’m too lazy to make more okay? okay:) Enjoy!

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Blearily, Y/N feels an intense crave kick in, an occurrence far too frequent during the recent months of her pregnancy. From sweets, to savouries, to wacky combinations of the two; Y/N had seemed to douse just about anything her mind hankered.

Tonight, however, she’d woken in the middle of the eve to a very specific desire. Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey ice cream; which ironically, happen to be her least favourite.

Exasperatedly sighed, her drowsy pupils adjust to the bedside dewy glow as she flicks the lamp on, muscles tensed and aching from practically being unable to sleep comfortably. She bites her lip, positioned slightly up on the balls of her elbows with a smug contemplative gaze out the window. She didn’t want to wake her husband, Keanu, yet he may have been her sole hope at this somnolent hour.

But those cravings…they’d be the death of her.

“Ke,” Turning in his drowsy embrace, she attempts to transfer the bulky weight of his arm draping over her waist off, holding her dearly during their nighttime slumber. Despite sharing a bed, and laying proximate, her growing belly creates great distance between them, Keanu’s doozy eyes still snoozing away. Muttering under her breath, she speaks louder now, nudging his arm with one of her tense fingers soothing the ache near her temple. “Keanu,” She whispers, trivial annoyance at his heavy sleep which failed to falter, despite her brooding. With her body now half sprawling over him, she jolts his shoulder’s lightly, voice close and proximate to his ears, and with a shudder of his eyelids blinking away sleep, he sucks in a sharp breath, stirring in his midst. “Babe?” He mumbles, voice thick with sleep, glossy orbs fluttering to the light. With his arms wrapping apprehensively around her body, he inquires; a gentle snuggle into the crook of her neck while he mutters. “What happened?”

“I’m hungry.” She states, feeble head falling into his chest, bleated sigh rolled off her lips. His arms tighten around her, tired eyes residing closed to a sleepy state, and his lips smack lightly, voice velvety, rich on sleep. “You mean she’s hungry.” He chuckles, mindlessly soothing gentle circles on her back. “Want me to make you a snack?” He dawns through a yawn, body warm to the touch, cozy within the ocean of sheets they’d bundled in. With her tone, quiet and subdued, she murmurs into his skin, hoping he’d follow through on her endeavour.

“I want ice cream…”

“Just one scoop?” He stretches his muscles, prepared to rise out of bed on a mission to the kitchen fridge that held simple, plain vanilla ice cream, unknown to the needs that conjured her mind in the rather…desolate hour.

“No,” She stops him with a hand to his chest, eyes heavy and pled with please. “I need Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey. And I need it now.” She divulges, a gnawing bite to her lip induced. “Please?”

Through batted eyelashes, Keanu notes her imploring expression, her fingers never leaving the broad of his chest.

“You hate that flavour,” Keanu sighs sure defeat, knowing his heart could never turn her away; especially when she’d been carrying their child, facing endless discomforts day by day.

“I know, but I want it. I just want it.” Hand scratching his stubble beard, she succumbs to the cravings easily, yet again. As her hand holds his bicep in anticipation, she sighs. “Please check if they have it nearby?”

Palm raked through his earthy mane, Keanu taps her gently to move off his chest, hands pulling away the flimsy duvet covers, yet another drowsy yawn fleeing his tight taut lips. It was just past 1:30am; finding her treat would dawn no easy task. The supermarkets would be closed, leaving only the raunchy gas stations open this late during the nightfall.

Yet, he’d do it for her. He’d do anything for her.

“Actually, can I come?” She probes, rising out their shared bed, eyes lighting up to the thought of some fresh air. Pregnancy had her feeling heavily queasy, practically at every hour. The chilled AM breeze sounded delightfully revitalizing, the cool gust of night wind already sending yearns of freshness piercing her lungs. Only her plans fall to a halt when Keanu rejects, slipping his jeans over his boxers that he opted to sleep in. “Absolutely not.” He wavers, shrugging on his leather coat with a gentle kiss pressed to her hair. “Try and get some sleep, it might take me a couple stops.” Sighing, he groggily secures his wallet and keys into his pockets from the bedside table, thoughts of fruity ice cream and lost sleep drowning his head on this rather strange nighttime quest.

“Chunky Monkey!” Y/N reiterates, watching him pace towards their bedroom door. “Make sure it’s the right one please!”

“I know, sweetheart.” He yawns, her grievances assured while he thuds down the hallway stairs- tiresome frame fatigued in his bones, yet willing to power through for his wife, who means far more than a few meagre hours of rest lost,

and his baby girl, who already owned his entire heart, before they’d even met.

“Mmmmmm,” Y/N emphasizes, the quite literally; sensual sounds leaving her lips reminding Keanu of the way she’d sounded when he got her pregnant. Gratified and tired, a rich whisper of a chuckle rings through the kitchen walls, deep baritone of Keanu’s chest a soothe to the now very satisfied Y/N.

“You know,” She starts, tone muffled by the weight of a spoon to her tongue. “You don’t have to wait for me, babe.” Giggling, her smaller hand offers a gentle squeeze to Keanu’s; who’s dreary eyelids close momentarily to the 3:30AM furnace buzz. He’s exhausted, worn out to the bone, yet stays sat with his love on the kitchen counter stools as she devours her rather questionable choice of frozen delight. True to his kind character, the goodness of his entirety nonetheless, Keanu pacifies a gentle smile, quietly resting his head to the counter below with his head leaning into the touch of her hand. His eyes flutter shut, and he grasps her hand with a gentle hold, resting his tired eyes to the sound of her nourishing giggle. “I can wait.”

And with her heart full to its content, softly, her lips trail down placing a gentle kiss to his coffeed hair; allowing her lips to linger a little long to the indulge of his woody scent,

knowing well and forever, that he’d make the most amazing father; perhaps greater, a far further wonderful, caring, determined father, than he was a husband. And with a few more kisses, mindlessly peppered to his head, she wonders,

if being this perfect was even possible.

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loverdrew · 8 years ago

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Overboard | 2

And I need your love to pull me up…

Intro: When you’re on a cruise ship to get away from life, the first thing on your mind isn’t to find love. That is, until you met him. Part 1

“Baby…I’m sorry! Forgive me!” He said squeezing my hand so hard that it began to turn purple, as my own hand was gripping the blood stained gash on my right rib. It was getting harder to breathe, it felt as if with every grip of his hand I was losing another minute of oxygen. He kept screaming in my face getting closer and closer to prove he was ‘sorry’. Little did he know that with every scream of hot breath, he was losing me; but I was already lost.

“You piece of shit say you forgive me!” Now both of his hands wrapped tightly around my neck, starting to squeeze as hard as he could. Quickly, the light began to dim and everything was blurry. I could see his face begin to fade…

I woke up abruptly on the bed, my arms and hands sprawled out to feel my surroundings, to know in my head that I for sure was only dreaming. That what I had just witnessed was only a memory, a horrible, awful, painful memory and that it wasn’t a reality again. A slight gasp came out of my mouth as well, great enough to break the silence in the room. I calmed down after seeing that I was safe and by myself, with no one to hurt me…or worse.

After a few seconds of my heartbeat calming down, I heard a loud knock on my door 3 times, startling me once again, getting my heart rate back up. My hands clentched and I also got up, the bed making a noise, and tip toed to my door. I leaned against it, only to feel another knock against it that scared me again.

“Hey Y/N, it’s uh, Ethan. I’m here to make up for running into you in the hallway a few hours ago…” His voice died out as if he was losing hope on an answer. “I-I don’t even know if you’re in there-“ and as quickly as possible I flung open the door, almost falling forward, and stumbled to lean on the door frame, trying to act cool.

“Whoa there, you alright?” He crossed his arms, smirking. I nodded quickly, grabbing my jacket and shut the door.

“Ready?” I slightly smiled.

As we approached the brightly lit deck, we surveyed everything that was in sight. There were carnival looking games in small tents that consisted of knocking down bottles, using strength to get the ball to hit a bell, and popping balloons with a dart. There was food everywhere, of all types. Kids ran around with candy and adults stayed seated in deck chairs watching the stars that adorned the night sky. We stood there watching the night unfold before us, both of us wondering what it would consist of. He stood so close to me that I could feel his warmth, a warmth that was once all too familiar to me, that gave me goosebumps and not the good kind. I slightly moved away from him, not so much that he would notice, but enough for me to stay comfortable. I rubbed my arms a few times and we locked eyes together, he smiled that smile at me.

“So, what is drawing you in tonight?” I looked around with a curious look on my face, and spotted a cotton candy man who was piling on the sugary sweet fluff onto a bright pink cone. It had been a while since I was in the same vicinity of something with that much sugar, so to even have the option of having a sweet bite of cotton candy enticed me. Within a matter of seconds my feet were dragging me toward it, Ethan following behind.

“Hello miss, and mister! What can I get you guys today?” The man asked, I looked towards Ethan to see if he wanted anything, and he replied with ‘just one for the lady’, I started to pull out my wallet for 2$, but Ethan beat me to it.

“No, no Ethan let me pay please.”

“No you’re my guest tonight, and plus it’s only 2$.” He handed it to the gentlemen who in return handed me a big cone topped with deliciousness. I thanked him and E, then we began walking along the railings under the stars.

By the time we had gotten to the end of railing where the chatter died down, I had finished my cotton candy to Ethan’s amazement. I licked my fingers clean and threw my cone into a nearby trashcan.

“Wow, you sure finished that kind of fast. You a girl that can eat?” I laughed to myself, if only he knew.

“You could say that,” I looked out in the vast sea, trying to find a way to come up with a story or excuse as to why the cotton candy was so important to me. “I was just deprived of it as a child, and I haven’t been to a fair or carnival type scene in a while so, I jumped at the chance to have a bite.” My eyes scanned over his shoulder back to the hustle and bustle going on behind him, and the first thing I see is the boy who ran past me in the hall earlier also, the one who looked exactly like Ethan.

“That your brother over there? The one you tried to beat by running me over?” He and I both laughed at the memory, him looking over his shoulder spotting his brother who was playing the bottle game with another girl who was smiling from ear to ear.

“Yeah, that’s Grayson. We’re twins.” I nodded at my new found knowledge of this boy, and continued to listen to Ethan talk about him. “We came here for a fun vacation together, we needed time to rekindle us as brothers. It just seems that life got so busy for us with our job as internet icons that we forgot the real reason why we’re doing what we’re doing—because we love it and it makes others happy, not because it makes us money.”

“You’re an internet personality? So what you’re like an Instagram model? You’re sponsered by Fit Tea also?” He laughed loudly, which made me spit out a laugh I was trying to hold in.

“Hey, what’s wrong with Fit Tea? It’s actually quite delicious once you drink it.” I shook my head at him. “No, uh actually we were comdeians on Vine and now turned comedians on Youtube. I know what you’re thinking at this point—“Oh this boy is one of those, the ones who are attention seeking and greedy but I can guarantee you that my brother and I are nothing like that.” I looked into his eyes that were almost begging me to believe him, wanting me to believe he was a good person, and someone worth spending time with.

“I believe you Ethan. You’ve obviously have shown me that tonight.” He placed his hand on mine, or at least attempted to before a shock ran through my body, and I pulled away taking my hand into my other one, and rubbing it. I tried not to look at Ethan but I could tell he was half confused and half hurt, but continued to seem as if it didn’t affect him. He had a soft look on his face that wasn’t anger or any negative emotion, but just a look of wonder, considering that we had been giving each other the same vibe this whole time. Ethan’s eyes wondered to my hand, still longing to feel my skin on his, but his eyes stopped once they saw the big white scar on the side of my arm. His eyes squinted.

“What happened to your arm there?” He pointed, and I instantly pulled down the sleeves of my jacket. Even though he clearly saw what was a lasting recollection of my past, I tried to play it off and decided not to answer his question.

“You know what, let’s uh, save that for another time.” His face brightened up at my words.

“So, there will be another time?”

“Yes Ethan, I would really like more time spent with you.” I smiled. At this point I was trying to make up for pulling away from Ethan, and showing him that even though touching, close proximity, and personal questions were out of the mix, I would love to spend more time with him so that maybe in the future, I could potentially let my walls down for him. He seemed like the kind of person I could do that for.

“C’mon now, I’m in the mood for a steaming corn dog dunked in mustard.” I pushed my chest off the railing and started walking back towards the fun, smiling as I felt Ethan watch me walk away.

“Gross, everyone knows that ketchup goes best with corn dogs.” I turned around 180 but continued to walk, a shocked look plastering my face.

“You’re gross! Mustard is the kind of condiments!”

“The ‘king of condiments’? You couldn’t come up with anything better?”

“Hey and I thought you were a comedian? Can’t come up with anything better?” I smirked, and he caught up with me, walking with me toward the corn dog stand and paying for yet another food item.

The night was now fading of yelling children, with only young adults and full grown adults littering the deck. The music was soft with a beat, and was turned up just a bit louder for us to hear. ‘Mama’ by Jonas Blue and William Singe was playing, the stripped downw version of course. It made me smile listening to one of my favorite songs. For weeks he wouldn’t let me listen to it because he said it was ‘complete trash like myself’ and threatened that if I ever played it again that he’d cut off my ears. I knew him, he meant it. So I haven’t been able to listen to the song since then, and now hearing it with someone new meant that it would create new memories for me, and replace the bad ones.

“Where should we run to? We got the world in our hands and we’re ready to play…” I mouthed out the words to myself, smiling as Ethan and I came to a halt.

“You know this song?” He asked.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite at the moment.”

His hands were turned over, palms facing up, looking as though he was asking for mine in his. I was hesitant and continued to dig my hands further inside my jacket pockets.

“I’m not going to hurt you Y/N…I just want to dance with you.” He sighed, and still kept his hands facing upward. A part of me was screaming to take his hands and hold them in mine, yearning for what his skin felt like and how it would make my muscles relax with comforting warmth. But the other half of me was yelling to stop my actions, to forget about this amazing night because in the end this won’t last. It was telling me to turn around and walk away from someone that could potentially fill the cracks that another man had left in me beforehand. I was fighting myself. I didn’t know Ethan, I didn’t know his true intentions and I didn’t know what he could do to me in time. He was nice to me when we first met, he would hold me tight against all the bad things, he’d bring me gifts that were sentimental rather than recently which were just a bribe for me to stay with him, he cooked for me my favorite meals after a long day, everything you’d want the ideal boyfriend to do. But once a bad substance comes into play, he’s a complete psychopath.

“Ethan…” I looked around at the other couples who were as well dancing. They swayed to the beat and smiled to one another, leaving kisses on any open space in a loving way, not a controlling way like I had felt. My throat closed and my hand went up to my neck, remembering the feeling of his rough lips adorning my neck, unwanted. Even when I said no. Even when I said stop. He kept going. I tried to swallow but there was nothing to swallow, so the only thing I could do was breath.

Ethan was determined to get me to dance with him, but I knew by the look of his eyes that he wouldn’t ever pressure me. His hand came up to caress the one on my neck, and almost as if it was an impulse, I grabbed onto it and squeezed. With my eyes I pleaded, ‘don’t let me go’. He placed my hand in his and slowly crept the other one into my pocket to retrieve the other one. He didn’t go any further than that, and slowly swayed us side to side.

“You hear those lyrics? ‘hey mama we’re gonna be alright, dry those eyes’.” I didn’t even realize but in that moment I began to tear up, and Ethan’s hand, still holding mine, came up to wipe the tear that had made it’s way down my cheek. I winced, closing my eyes as I felt his fingers slightly brush my lips. He continued to sway us throughout the song, even throwing in a little twirl making sure to keep a steedy hold on my hands. And once the song ended, I realized I would be alright.

“Well tonight was really great, I had a lot of fun.” Ethan said grinning with a slight blush on his face.

“Yeah…that’s the first time I’ve had fun in a really long time. It meant a lot to me.” I said as we approached my room.

“So I made up for yesterday?”

“Yes, surprisingly you did. Before, I would’ve not even given you the time of day.”

“What made you then?” His face slowly moving in on mine. I looked down, words being hard to form.

“U-Uh…you just seemed like…a person I could trust.” I was leaning against my door at this point, a slight laugh came from my mouth. “Emphasis on the ‘could’.” It came out in a whisper.

Ethan’s eyes peered down onto my trembling lips, and mine on his calm ones. We both wanted the same thing, but the difference was I was scared to kiss another man. I was scared to committing to something I didn’t even know if I truly wanted.

Just as he was about to lean in further, my phone started to ring in my pocket. He sighed once again but was still shown to be okay. A loud sigh came from my lips as I pulled out my phone to see Madison’s name on my phone. My eyes widened and I felt the room start to spin again. Ethan became worried and tried to touch my shoulder in a sign of comfort.

“Is everything okay?” I flicked his hand off of me and started opening my room door.

“I-I just really have to um…take this.” He didn’t even get another word out before I slammed the door in his face. Probably not the best way to end a great night with an even greater guy, but my priority right now is not him, but myself. I quickly slid the answer button on my phone and fumbled with it on my ear.

“H-Hello? Hello Madi?”

“Y/N…he’s here looking for you.”

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