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hawaiifiveoh · 27 days ago

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sightline part two | steve mcgarrett

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You didn't want to get involved with 5-0's case, yet somehow you now were. McGarrett’s happy to have help, but is that the only reason????

steve mcgarrett x reader (working on it)

part one

Author’s note: Pt. 2 after 2 years, guysssss, lol

1.4k words

pls read pt 1 here if you haven't

“What do you need, McGarrett? I just got some new t-shirts in to try on.” The man noted with a grin.

“Kamekona, I’m just here for the shave ice.”

“No way, brother, you’re always strictly business at this time of day,” he argued, finally noticing the Commander wasn’t alone. The restaurateur's eyebrows rose, entertained, “Ah, it’s a date!”

“No,” you replied without hesitation, choosing to mumble more various forms of the phrase, as Kamekona nodded and slowly let the forced silence of the shaved ice maker take over. You couldn’t recall if you had heard McGarrett say anything in response to the assumption. You had already ordered and changed the subject while Steve was putting his wallet away, but he was still slightly amused at your antics.

“You’re positive this isn’t a date?” He asked, half-smirk casually yet purposefully forming as he looked right at you again. Not wanting to be a target of his line of vision, or give into some ambiguous repartee that took too much energy at this point, you ignored it,

“Who were those guys from before exactly? And what the hell are they looking for?”

“If you are in need of a bodyguard, my security services are available for a fee.” Kamekona cooly offered, placing the shave ices on the counter.

“Kamekona, knock it off,” Steve ordered, before turning back to you, “I can’t say because that’s about the case.”

“Come on,” you scoffed, “Really?”

“I told you no case talk because this wasn’t an attempt at covert bribery despite what you claimed on the ride over here.”

“Fine then,” you said, crossing your arms, rocking on your heels, “Thanks for the shave ice” you said, grabbing it then walking off to sit down. You took a bite and crunched the ice between your teeth to do something.

McGarrett caught up with you in a few steps, joining you at the table, “Can I ask you something?”

You took a deep breath of the Hawaiian air and exhaled, “What?”

“You knew Whitlock, you worked at the firm.”

“I knew him well enough to avoid him.”

“The misplaced money from the accounts.”

“I had no idea about that, it was after I was gone,” you paused, realizing, “You have a double standard on what’s considered case talk, McGarrett.”

“Listen,” he began, “We’re on shaky ground with this, and the FBI’s pulling jurisdiction because it overlaps with some rico case they’ve been working on and don’t wanna screw up. 5-0 is trying our best to get some justice here for the victims. Your skill set and knowledge would definitely help take this guy down.”

You just stared at him, holding your ground, trying to read him in the silence.

“And I’ll owe you one.”

“Like a favor? No conditions?” You asked.

“Yeah, you have my word,” Steve reverted to such a boy scout when the words came out of his mouth, it was hard to doubt the honor, despite only meeting him twice.

“Your word…” you repeated and sighed to yourself.

The SEAL recognized it wasn’t an immediate hard no, which was an improvement. So, he ate another mouthful of shave ice, his mood transforming to an eager kid for a split second. He didn’t say anything else.

The sea breeze and quiet felt nice after being stuck in that windowless room where time ceased and talking didn’t. It’s not like you were in a rush to come home to a trashed apartment to clean up, and there still were those agents who were lurking around even if McGarrett did shake them up.

“I’m supposed to just trust you?”

“Have I given you a reason not to trust me?”

“Not yet, but let’s just say I’m erring on the side of caution. After all, the FBI apparently abducted me in the last 24 hours and wants to pin me as an accomplice to my loser ex-boss’ mess.”

“I’m part of 5-0, we're not the same.”

“Fine. So tell me about those guys who were subject to your violent combat and how it’s all different.”

McGarrett closed his mouth, and huffed out an exhale. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and then he surprisingly complied with your question and all the follow up questions. When you were walking back to the truck, you quietly slipped out, “What exactly do you need help with?”

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The inside of 5-0 headquarters was surprisingly quiet, not like you had any expectations really. You were soon joined by another man you recognized from your first meeting with McGarrett. Danny Williams had managed to both maintain an empathetic yet judgmental look on his face as he came out of his office to greet you and Steve.

“I’m here to go over the case accounting documents. That's all.” You defended.

The blonde nodded, more like he was convincing you of the sentence you said, stifling a chuckle, “That’s what he told you, didn’t he?”

You eyed the detective briefly, wondering what that was supposed to mean, before he continued on, “Anyways, welcome, welcome,” his hands waving to you to come over, a sincere smile on his face, “We do really appreciate the help because we are floundering.”

“Floundering?” Steve repeated, his voice mocking his partner’s choice of words.

“Yeah, floundering. Learn some new words, neanderthal.” Danny quipped, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the dynamic you were witness to.

“You guys are fun.”

“He isn’t fun. And he’s barely even funny. I’m both.” Steve corrected.

Danny just craned his neck so far back he could’ve gotten whiplash, processing the emotional juvenility of his taller partner, a “Wow,” being drawn out in a soft, low, longer syllable. Steven ignored him.

You soon learned Whitlock had been one step ahead every move that followed after you found a lead from your data analysis. You psychologically had profiled this guy from your real world experience working in his offices and knew he wasn’t following the trajectory McGarrett had become so sure that he was. So when regrouping plans were being discussed again, you spoke up,

“He’s not at the marina. It’s a waste of time.”

“What makes you so sure?” Steve questioned, crossing his arms.

“He’s not going to be on that yacht. He's not a runner. He wants to hide and pretend to feel in charge.”

“All the facts point to the marina.”

“No, all your obvious facts do. That’s not all of the facts. There’s this cabin that’s near Kualoa Ranch, it was a mailing address for an old magazine subscription. The house is under an in-laws name. No one would think to go there with all these other records and assets.”

“I’ve been running this, and I think I know what the facts are saying.”

“Well, I think I know better than you,” you said, crossing your arms, Steve taken aback only a little, but still enough for the team to notice.

“Hey, hey guys,” a New Jersey voice cut in, hands disturbing the air space, “Time ticking. Whitlock still missing.”

“Hey that rhymed!” Kono piped up, a grin on her face that soon dropped, “Danny’s right, though. And we need to make a decision before we lose him for good.”

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After the case wrapped, the team finally had a moment to relax with a round of drinks. Danny, who took any opportunity to humble Steve, seized the opportunity to remind everyone you were right about Whitlock’s location.

“I never said I was right, Danny!” McGarrett defended.

“You don’t have to, your behavior says enough.” The detective noted, leaning back into his chair.

“Alright, alright,” the SEAL conceded, raising his beer for a simple toast, “I want to thank you guys for your effort on this case and dealing with the FBI roadblocks and pushback, as well as the major help from Y/N, who was the main reason why we actually solved this case.”

The clinks of glasses were the sound of the team’s appreciation, and in the passing of congratulations, you briefly crossed into Steve’s sightline again. You had started to collect the looks: the interrogation room, the triage at the truck, the shave ice stand. You were keeping them because what if they were shaping into something you could see for yourself instead of the invisible unspoken air. That’s what you were starting to hope. The pause was lost, Steve shifting his gaze away.

“I was the one, though, who asked Y/N to help us in the first place, I’m just saying,” McGarrett added.

He had said it on purpose, just to let Danny rant and feel right again, but also because he knew he broke the stare this time, not you.

I haven't written in such a longgggg time, so if you enjoyed this and are even remotely interested in a part 3 anymore, please let me know 🙏

reader tag: @remembered-license

#steve mcgarrett x reader #steve mcgarrett imagine #steve mcgarrett #h50 #hawaii five-0 #steve mcgarrett fanfiction #steve mcgarrett x y/n

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kadextra · 8 months ago

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so on a whim I started reading omniscient reader’s viewpoint manhwa

..and got hooked on the story so hard that I easily blasted through all available eps in less than a week. istg they put dr*gs in this thing it’s so good???? 😭

[SPOILER WARNING! big ramble ahead. if you’ve never read it, leave this post. consider checking it out you won’t be able to put it down]

lets get this out of the way first.

RAHHHHHH KIM DOKJA….. KIM DOKJA I LOVE YOU

GUYSSSSS 🥺 LISTEN. HE’S SUCH A GOOD PROTAGONIST. MY TRAUMA BOY. MY DUDE WITH THE POWER TO INFODUMP PEOPLE TO DEATH. YOU SELF-SACRIFICING IDIOT. his cunning intelligence makes him super attractive what can I say, I LOVE smart mcs with ambiguous morality and self sacrificial nature

here’s a big ✨shut your mouth✨ to every character who’s said he’s ugly- get your eyes checked, get a job get away from him (I know it’s because of the fourth wall’s filter it’s not their fault I’m just being silly)

the fourth wall is such a cool power to have. the complexity of how it acts based on his perception of fiction vs reality as the reader …. that’s very interesting and well thought out!!! how it lowkey has a consciousness too and it’s so tied into his mental state makes me want to psychoanalyze this guy even more. probably one of the most unique powers I’ve seen created and explored in a story tbh

I think the entire system of how the world works is really well done in general. constellations watching the apocalyptic bloodbath via livestream and sending donos to their favorite little guys shouldn’t work as well as it does and cracks me up so much 😭 (uriel is the best). I enjoy learning about all the irl different fables, history & mythologies too. plus doing my own research is fun! I did a deep dive through the web to learn about dokkaebi folklore lol I’m having a good time

I also related hard to how dokja read TWSA throughout his life, the story was a companion for him. got choked up bc I reflected on how much my own favorite companion stories for years mean to me. there’s been situations I’ve thought “what would (character) do?” dokja saying stuff like “what would joonghyuk do?” felt like I got called out <3 I’d probably be the same as him if my favorite characters suddenly came to life

anyways yeah I caught up with the manhwa looked online and discovered it comes from an already completed novel with over 500 chapters and the manhwa is barely a third into adapting it though it’s been releasing every week for 4 years. and that it’ll take like 10 more years to finish. I then planted my face in my hands and screamed with despair

I’ll shrivel up waiting to see what happens……………heyyy woahhhh.. whats this light of salvation ? the novel file just completed download on my phone ? that’s crazyy wow I opened it ? im scrolling it right now ? omg I’m telling myself in the mirror “pace yourself, try to space your reading out do NOT read too fast” ?

jokes aside im excited, first I’ll take some time to read back through the earlier chapters for extra context of scenes! >:D after I finish doing that…. pls pray for my self-control to try stretching this for as long as possible. I’m pumped to see what happens next with this demon king part so maybe I’ll read along with the manhwa unless I get too impatient heh

to conclude- I had no idea the fandom of orv was so passionate. while closing my eyes to spoilers, I was looking at beautiful fanart and animatics (watched this one and ascended that’s one of my fav rin songs). I can tell how much you guys love the story, there’s always going to be people like me who get interested so keep it up :D if the fandom does end up reading this, ummm *knocks on the door* hi im new

I will likely talk about it more in the future!! tagging under “#kade reads orv” ! might draw fanart on my art blog too bc brainworms <3 happy reading everyone

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #kade reads orv #kade reads

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poeticlilies · 2 years ago

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hi!!! r u ok with writing just general romantic hcs for tachihara.. 🫶 (gn reader / s/o)...

♡ Romantic Headcanons for Tachihara!

Tachihara Michizou x Reader (gender neutral reader)

Desc: HCs of you and Tachihara's relationship <3

TW/CW: spoilers for BSD, suggestive (?),

oh em gee,, you guysssss

if you're in the Port Mafia, then you guys would totally get ready tgt in the mornings and then make your way over to whatever mission Mori's assigned you on (kouyou makes him put u guys tgt bc she thinks u guys r so cute <3)

if you're in the ADA, though, he makes u leave the house at separate times,, he's slightly paranoid bc of his double-agent (or double-double agent? would that be triple-agent? (;𖦹ㅁ𖦹) ) so he waits until you leave first and watches u go, waving goodbye from the window before leaving discreetly thru the back door :)

however, the days where (by some miracle) u guys don't have missions, sleepy mornings w him are the best!! aughh,, if you try and get up he circles an arm around your waist and pulls you close, burying his face into your neck and quietly begs you not to get up yet and to give him "5 more minutes"

once you guys were making out and you gave him a hickey and he didn't realize and when he showed up for work everyone kept staring at his neck and when he finally realized he actually just went home and died of embarrassment HAHA and then he did the same to you

he's a lil hesitant at first but!! little dates!!

he takes you out to parks n stuff just to hang out and chill because his love language is quality time,, a lot of the time it's just you guys sitting in silence eating ice cream u got from a nearby vendor while looking at the ducks in the lake <33

never EVER lets you get involved w his work, regardless of if you're both in the PM together or not. what's his duty is his duty, and he won't be letting you do it for him!!

he sometimes just.. walks up to you and holds you. he might act like a big tough guy all the time but he needs his comfort too. what he does is hard and he doesn't want to but he's been roped in and it's too late to quit, so please just hold him and tell him u love him and it'll be ok :(

shoves this at you and runs. pls don't hurt me im sorry for the quality

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd comfort #bsd #bungo stray dogs #tachihara x reader #tachihara michizou #michizou tachihara #bsd tachihara

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ivys-head-is-spinning · 8 months ago

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So before my trip I asked you guys for advice, now I’m giving the advice. So listen up everyone here’s how I survived my middle school grad trip as a person who is neurodivergent and disabled. These are what I did and my advice, obviously take it with a grain of salt because this is based off my experiences.

Sensory aids ARE YOUR FRIENDS. If you need headphones or earplugs, use them. If you need sunglasses cause it’s too bright, use them. I had either my earplugs or my headphones in the whole trip and believe me it prevented so many melt downs and made everything 10000000 times better.

if you need to take a break, take a break. If you are tired or overwhelmed or whatever, take a break. There were a few moments especially yesterday where I got really tired and was having some pain flares ups so just sit when you gotta sit.

Bring snacks and safe foods. There were a few meals where I didn’t really eat (mostly breakfast) cause I either didn’t like the food or wasn’t feeling well enough to eat. You will get hungry. Snacks are a necessity.

try and have a drink (particularly water) on you at all times. If you’re anything like me and being thirsty makes you feel awful, bring water. Trust.

Fidgets toys are always a must. We had to wear trip lanyards and I clipped on a tangle and a little pop it keychain as well as a little plushy. Made life better.

Make sure you find time to unwind. We always had sometime at the hotel in the afternoon so I made sure to take time to relax and refill my social battery.

Again if you need TAKE BREAKS. Always listen to yourself and trust your instincts. If you need to sit down, sit down. Don’t push yourself too hard.

alright I hope this was helpful to some people! Love you guysssss

#neurodivergent #autism #adhd #chronic illness #disability #life advice love ivy

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nerdyneko6373 · 3 months ago

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guysssss I'm back!! :D

I missed y'all sm I'm so sorry I disappeared for so long-

Long explanation under the cut bc ik you don't want to hear all my yapping after half a year of silence lol. But there's going to be a few changes to how I do things here so here's a quick rundown!

I may not be as active as I used to be so I may not post/reblog everyday.

I still LOVE being tagged in games, chains, and picrews, but I may not get to actually doing it. So if I just heart it, please know I appreciated the thought!! :3

If I don't reblog from you as often as I do others, please please don't take it personally! I can't be everywhere all the time :[

I can't always think of things to say to comfort / support you guys, so I may just heart a vent post as support <3

If you have tagged me in something or messaged me and I haven't responded even though I'm online and posting stuff/reblogging, again, please don't take it personally!! I will get to you eventually. Sometimes I just don't have the mental energy to interact one on one.

This blog has not and will not ever be a political space, my little corner of tumblr is supposed to be a cozy escape from the world and its troubles ^^ So please do not tag me in political posts.

This is all I can think of rn but I will edit later if needed. If ur nosy and wanna know why I disappeared here's the cut!! /lh :]

Hi!! Again, I am so so sorry I went dark for a while there, I really did miss you guys but I definitely I needed to take a break from Tumblr and discord. It's not you guys, not at all, it's just me and my overcomplicated self 😖

What happened was I was becoming too absorbed in my online life and it was starting to interfere with my college work and my other responsibilities. I was also becoming more desensitized to things I don't want to see and I didn't like that. I tend to become obsessed with self-imposed rules and it was making me stressed and overwhelmed just to be online or not to be online.

I try to give each of my mutuals personal attention and support, especially when they're going through something, but a lot of times I don't know how to help you. I'm still trying to figure out things myself, and I really tried but I just can't be responsible for someone else's mental health while inexperienced and going through my own things. And as much as I want to reblog everything from every one of my mutuals, it was becoming more of a obligation that stressed me out when I couldn't accomplish it.

Also, my life has just gotten more busy and it's hard to be online all the time. During my break I was able to take a step back and reset, and it was a good thing for my mental health. I'm more grounded now and have a clearer head, which I'm thankful for!

#pinned post #temporarily #im going to redo my og pinned at some point #I have (tentatively) returned!#still inactive on disc but we'll see what happens idk

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f0point5 · 1 month ago

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The absolutely crash out people are having on TikTok about whether or not Lando and Magüi are together or not. Like guysssss calm down he’s a 25 yr old millionaire who cares who he dates because it won’t be youuuu

I mean…Lando is hella accessible. If you’re hot and his age it could be you 😂 but lbr those kind of girls aren’t concerned

Tbh even I’m interested in whether they’re together because if they are they work wayyy too hard to make it a drama and they keep it private so that they can occasionally use it for publicity. It’s a strange way to go about a relationship

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therhythmafterthesummer · 2 years ago

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I was just watching some Lee Know vlogs. And I can only imagine how soft he is with his kitten first thing in the morning. Like very gently pats, shielding her eyes from direct sunlight, asking about her dreams (he wants to know if he’s in them).

But also just imagine if they were away on a group thing and for whatever reason they couldn’t sleep in the same room. So he’s up at the crack of dawn waiting for her so he can cuddle her on the couch and even if she drifts back to sleep.

(This is for wereroomies!lee know btws)

it's taken me way too long to get to this ask omg. yes, yes, yes. absolutely. wereroomies!minho would do this.

sfw and not so sfw Thoughts(TM) under the cut

every morning text from him to his kitten will always be along the lines of "morning beautiful. did you sleep well? did you dream about me?" at first she'd be blunt and say yes or no depending on the answer.

if the answer was no, minho would simply reply with a ): and a teasing "you don't like me anymore? i see how it is..."

if the answer was yes, minho would reply a (: and ask all the details.

eventually she'd learn to ditch the "no", and opt for a "not last night baby but i'm daydreaming about you right now" which would lead to some form of phone sex or flirty messages right on the spot.

if they were sleeping together, minho would make sure to ask. "tell me everything, baby. all of it. what were we doing? were we married? did we have pups? were we still at the den? was chris bald?"

during one of their trips to the woods, half the rooms were being serviced, so the sleeping arrangements made it so minho and his precious kitten couldn't get privacy nor cuddle the other to sleep because jisung had invited himself to sleep with them and begged until they let him sleep sandwiched between the two.

when she woke up the next day, with only jisung clinging to her frame, she was a bit confused. so she made her way downstairs to find minho curled up on the sofa, hugging a pillow.

as soon as minho spotted his kitten he let go of the pillow and opened his arms with a sad pout on his lips, and she just chuckled and immediately plopped on the sofa and let herself be engulfed by her boyfriend's body heat.

"what are you doing here, baby?" she asked him immediately. and minho grumbled back a "i was mentally trying to get you to wake up and come join me. i love jisung, but i want to hug my girlfriend to sleep goddamn it. also, i woke up because the sound of chris and our mum 'sneaking out' for a morning fuck was just too hard to ignore so i moved as far away from the crime scene as i could..."

immediately after though, he'd ask as usual, mumbling against her hair. "did you sleep well? did you dream about me?"

"i did, baby. but it was....... you were fighting sir percival for a burger patty... in your wolf form"

"that's good enough for me..." minho mumbled again, hugging her close, sounding incredibly sleepy. after a few minutes, he fell asleep, and his kitten just snuggled impossibly closer and fell asleep shortly after.

siiighhh i really need to give more love to this couple !! i have an idea for them that i'm dying to write and share with you guysssss. thank you for this ask, anon. it was super fun to think of this little scenario. your brain is huge.

#anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

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k-kizkhalifa · 5 months ago

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episode 7 —

can we just LOL TOGETHER ABOUT HOW JIN STARTS HIS EPISODES?! (also if there is no feet play imma fkn flip a switch)

alright let’s get this going lol at the adorable baby jin. i know i am awful hard on jin but he acts like a dick. i can’t with him. it’s not even the fun kinda ego shit. it’s jsut annoying. talking about how soft he is. ughhhh. sure sure. stop acting like a dumbass the.n. LOL AT BABY ICHIKAWA AND THE TEARS. bro chill you’re a child.

jin talking about how ichikawa hasn’t changed. YEAH I FCKN KNOW YOU TWO ARE ANNOYING AS HELL.

oh damn ichikawa kissed HIM!!!! hahah jin suck it. oh god these two idiots are so in love. lmfaoooooo.

jin acting like a fkn child in a candy store… brooo it’s just sex with this guy. unlesssssss *feet*??

BRO WHY AM I LAUGHING SO HARD AT JIN SAYING: i ate, i cleaned myself, i brushed my teeth. LIKE THIS MAN IS FKN TORE UP OVER ICHIKAWA. I CANNOT.

lol guysssss srsly this is the furthest they have ever set from each other in their room. i am crying.

i hate that as i get to know him he is actually an alright dude. like he really is a softie. bro shut up. and him knowing his whole crew. ughhh.

LOL AT JIN CALLING HIM TF OUT.

ichikawa: you can continue with new ppl

jin: really? you say i suck. so???

ohhh boyyy here it comes. HE TOOK HIS GLASSES TF OFF. I AM SCREAMINGGGGGG.

lmfao ichikawa stop talking. thank you jin for shutting him up.

ichikawa being the “down-and-out” SLUTTTTTT FOR JIN. love me a mouthy bottom. alright you two. you better improve character wise. my goodness.

lol at the movie talk 🥴🥴🥴

ichikawa and his butt. boy. smh. i am smhing. LOL AT MAO KNOWING WHAT HE MEANS AND NOT SAYING ANYTHING. HAAHAHA.

damn jin’s friends know a lot about ichikawa. he really be into this dude. rei is a good friend. he deserves the world.

oh jin in his feelings. poor guy. he is in so deep. ooooooh ichikawa is in deep too!

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grippingbeskar · 2 years ago

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salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter twelve - ray of sunshine

[series masterlist] [previous chapter]

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 5.1k

warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of death, injuries, stitches, description of wounds/cuts, mention of scars, violence, gore, death, blood it gets kinda gross but ITS PUNISHER TIME AGAIN BITCHES. also kinda sad frank and reader but look we’re gonna be okay.

a/n: guysssss what do we think. tell me. i feel like i struggle to write good action scenes bc the ones in the punisher are so cinematic and bad ass but i’m trying. also don’t ask me if any of the sewerage system information is right i have no idea and i wasn’t about to google it bc gross i’m sorry lets pretend. hope u enjoy beauties.

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“Hold it tighter”

“Like this?” Your hands grip at his direction, and you hear his hum of approval.

“Now go slow.”

“That’s no fun.” You smirk up at him, but Frank is too lost in concentration to fight back.

“Slow, or this’ll finish before it’s even started.” His hand wrapped around yours and adjusted your grip. “There you go. Just like that.”

“This feels wrong.” Eyebrows furrowed, you see him shake his head in your peripheral vision.

“You don’t think I would know if it was wrong?”

“Fine.”

“Alright. Now just...” He loses his words as you move through the motion he showed you again a few times, a low noise the only sound your doing something right.

“I think I got it.”

“Now hard and fast. Don’t think, just do it.”

Letting go of the hilt of the knife, it slams into the opposite wall. Finally, after three days, you get it. Bullseye.

“I hit it! Holy fuck!” You shout, running up to wall. You almost want to take a photo of it.

“Damn right you did.” Frank claps once, and nods, a smile crossing his face. He looks proud of you. You turn around to face the wall again, losing your nerve.

It had been four whole days since you had first arrived at this run down garage-turned-vigilante-base, and four whole days since Frank had kissed you. Or touched you, really, of any kind, bare the minimum of whatever training he dragged you through that day.

It was a good distraction, his never ending supply of drills and routines to run you through. Not all were physical, like the first day he gave you scenarios to break down. He kept telling you how half the shit he did was just as much a mental game as it was physical. If you could put your opponent off, even for a second, you could control everything they did. Subtle changes in pace, in tone, could be the difference between life and death.

That stuff you weren’t so good at, but with your enhanced strength and speed, the physical training was becoming a breeze. Knives had nearly become second nature, spending hours staring down that stupid wall with a target that seemed to mock you, finally figuring out the subtle moves and changes you had to make to slam the blade true. Sure, it was distracting because all you could think of was what happened last time Frank showed you how to throw, but eventually you managed to work it out, thanks to him.

Guns, you were almost comfortable with. Frank was clearly superior, but that was about the only thing you couldn’t match him in now. You could throw a punch, but he showed you how to make them count, how to place them, and especially when not to punch, when to hold, move, duck and cover. Waiting was not your thing, but every day made you better at it.

“Do it again.” Frank stands to the side, watching as you gather up the three remaining knives. “It’s muscle memory, don’t think about it.”

You turn around, not facing the wall right away, and when you spin back you throw all three in succession, as fast as you can.

All land with a successful thud - right where you wanted them to. One is dead centre, the other two slightly above and below, creating the perfect straight line.

“Atta girl.” Frank says from the wall, and everything gets about ten degrees hotter. “We go tonight.”

“Yeah?” He nods, walking over to the array of guns he’s had laid out for a few hours, cleaning while correcting your form.

“They won’t expect it. You feeling okay?” He looks down towards where you were shot, and you pull up your shirt to show him.

“Feels fine.”

“Need to take the stitches out.” He says and starts to walk towards the bathroom. You had thought about that for a while, and you should probably learn to take care of your own injuries, but any excuse to have Frank that close again is one you wouldn’t fuck up.

You go inside the small excuse for a bathroom, and he kneels down in front of you. His fingers dance lightly around the wound, assessing, before he gets the little scissors out and starts to cut the wires.

“Were you a medic?” He shakes his head, and his hand fans out on your stomach, holding you still.

“Basic training runs you through first aid. That and getting my ass shot made me a fast learner.” You try not to laugh, and he looks up at you, catching your smile. “Curtis was.”

“Bomb guy, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I figured you served together. He - he seemed nice.” Another cut of wire, this one made you wince a little, the wound still healing despite the time.

“Best guy I know.” You swallow, trying to get your nerve back.

“You can tell me to piss off, when I ask this.”

“Go on.” His fingers dig into you a little more as you unconsciously squirm away from the blades.

“I was reading another article. One on The Punisher, on the computer.”

“You’re googling me?”

“You told me to research.”

“I meant the maps, not me.”

“Anyways-“ Another wince, and his thumb runs soothing lines along your skin. “They said you - there was someone that you served with, that knew about what was going to happen to your family. It wasn’t him, was it?”

“No.” His movements all but stop as he considers going on. There’s something about him fixing you up that seems to force the two of you to talk about things like this, a kind of intimate trust that encourages you to share a little more of yourself, which is why you got the courage to ask.

You had spent a lot of time on the computer the past few days, and since he had kissed you like a man starved, you had to admit your interest was a little bit piqued. There was no public information about what really happened to his family, and you had no hope figuring out how to use any of the systems on the monitors to find it yourself.

“Good. That’s good. He’s nice.” You were pretty sure it wasn’t Curtis, but the only other two names you could find that served with Frank was a photo of him, covered in mud with two guys next to him, their names labelled underneath.

Gunner Henderson.

Frank Castle.

Billy Russo.

“Is it gonna scar bad, or do I still have a chance to wear low rise jeans at some point?” You give him an out as he stands up, removing the last of the stitches.

“I think you’ll be just fine.” You go to leave the bathroom and give him some space, afraid your question went to close to prying, but his hand falls on your hip, holding you there. “What other names do you know?”

“What?”

“You said you did your research. Don’t get shy now, who else you got?” He was doing that thing again - the thing where you were almost positive he could read minds he was that good.

“A guy named Gunner. And Billy Russo.”

“Billy Russo was my best friend. Family. Spent more time with him than my god damn wife and kids. He was my brother.” You swallow, and wonder what happened to him. Surely it must have been Gunner, then. No one would sell out their brother.

“You don’t have to tell me.” You say softly, and he nods, like he knows, but he wants to tell you anyways.

“He hung around my kids. Knew ‘em, my wife fuckin’ loved him, too. She always had this massive heart, let him crash at our place, fed him. He’d help me out round the house. It was natural, you know? Having him around. On the last tour, he told me he was getting out, that he requested a transfer. Shit got dark over there, we weren’t just soldiers anymore.”

“Was this Kandahar?” You say from memory and he nods. Then he looks down at where his hand was resting on your hip.

“They called us the American Taliban, over there. We’d go in, dead of night, and make people disappear. The guys who ran us - Schoonover, Rawlins; they were selling drugs to fund the operation. Stuffing them into KIA’s and sending them home. Gunner, the other guy, he found out, tried to blow the whistle on the whole thing. He took a video of an interrogation we did, tortured this guy who was meant to be an American ally. He was innocent, we all knew it, but Gunner was the only one with the balls to do something about it. He sent it to Madani.”

“Jesus.”

“After that, everything went to shit. They thought I was gonna sell ‘em out for - money, to do the right thing or whatever I should of done. They wanted a distraction, bodies to bury their shit under. Billy knew.” His voice cracks at the end, and he still not looking up. “He knew what they were going to do, and he did nothin’. Let ‘em die like fuckin’ animals.”

Your hands go to his cheeks and pull him up to you. You don’t know if you should kiss him or hold him, so you just freeze there, his eyes burning a whole straight through you.

“Frank.”

“They were the best. My kids - Lisa was so smart. She was reading Moby Dick when she was ten.” He swallows hard again, and you feel his jaw clench under your hand. “And Frankie he - shit, he was just like me.”

“A ray of sunshine?” He laughs, and the smile that touches each of your thumbs on his face is one you would kill to see again.

“Maria was.” You could hear your own heart breaking at the way his voice got way too soft. “She was the best with ‘em. All that shit was my fault, and I-“

“Hey. Don’t do that.”

“How do you know what I was gonna say?” A little bit of life flows back into his face, and it makes your hands warm against his skin.

“Cause it’s exactly what I do.” He blows out a puff of air, and his hands fall from your hip. You let him go, letting him set this pace. “You wouldn’t have known.”

“It’s been years, and I still think of ‘em every day. What I could of done.”

“Me too.” He still hasn’t stepped away. “I should of moved faster. Told my Dad to take those stupid fucking letters he got seriously. Told my mum not to lock the door so I could of got out quicker - helped them, maybe, I don’t know.”

“You were a kid.”

“Doesn’t matter, though. I could of been 30 years old and it would still have happened. And I miss them every day. Still will, even when I’m as old as you are.” You shove him a little on the shoulder and he shakes his head, smiling small. “I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologising.” You shrug, looking away. You feel his hand back on your hip, and the other one hooks a finger under your chin. Your breath hitches. Even though you’ve been sleeping in the same bed for the past four nights, it’s the closest you’ve been since he kissed you.“You uh- You should get your shit together. We might not come back here.”

With that, he takes a few steps back then walks out of the bathroom.

He’s right. Always is. You were going in tonight, and if your brother was being held in the same place as the doctors family, this would be it. Agent Madani would come in, make sure he’s safe, and you would probably never see Frank again.

Just a few weeks ago, you would of been happy to never see him again. That first time you met him, you wanted to rip his head off, literally. It’s what you were sent to do, what you were programmed to do. Now, though, you have had the chance to think for yourself - decide what you want. You thought when you got out all you would want to do is grab your brother and run as far away from this place as possible, but now the one thing you want to do is stay, and it’s the only thing you can’t do.

Agent Madani might be a good person, but she isn’t a miracle worker. You were still a murderer - wanted by the FBI for hundreds of crimes. There’s only so much one woman would do, and you have sacrificed too much to lose your brother for something as selfish as what you want. Who you want.

Sucking in a deep breath, you follow Franks instructions, packing what little you own into a bag and coming out into the main room.

“You know, I actually kind of liked it in here.” You say, coming up behind Frank as he sorts through what guns he’s packing into a black material bag.

“Yeah? Those alarms sound like home to you?” Neither of you had been able to turn them off, so like clockwork every six hours one of you had to shut them off. Sure, it was annoying as hell, especially at 2 in the morning, but it meant you got to wake up and still feel Frank sleeping behind you. He always woke up before you, so it was the only time you could enjoy it. “Take this.”

“Ah. Old friend.” The pistol Frank gave you in that hotel room now appears in your hand. You had lost track of it the night you got shot. He must of kept it when he stripped you down after saving your life. “Did this not get full of water?”

“Cleaned it up. It’ll be like a lucky charm.”

“Oh yeah, because getting shot in the kidney is a sign of good fortune.” He blows out a laugh, and swings the bag over his shoulder.

“You ready for this?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You go to head towards the door, but he calls your name, snapping your attention back to him.

“If things go wrong in there, and you get your brother-“

“Hey, I thought you said you didn’t to ‘ifs, ands or butts’.”

“I don’t. But there’s a chance things can go wrong. If they do, you need to get him out, and get as far away as possible. No matter what happens.” His face was blank of any emotion, the hardened mask of a soldier.

“I’m not going to bail. I’m better than last time. You know that.”

“I know. Just - whatever happens, you get your family out. Promise me.”

“I’m not going to bail.” You want to tell him the truth, that you wouldn’t bail on him, but you just repeat the words, squaring your shoulders.

“You got a chance at this - to save him. You gotta take it, no matter what.” You feel every word, hitting you as hard as a punch.

“Do you remember what you said to me, that morning after I got shot?” You take a step towards him, pistol still in your hand. “You said you wouldn’t of left me. Then you asked if I would of done the same for you.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“Yes it is. No matter what happens, we are both walking out of there tonight. Even if I have to drag your ass out myself.” He told you that you would have time. Time to do the things you have imagined doing to him for longer than you would like to admit. You planned on seeing it through, at least tonight. “Now move it, soldier.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He walks past you to the car, and you notice how hard his fist is balled at his side, but you don’t say anything. All you can do is hope to whatever divine power there is that you make it through this night, and that there would be just one more, so you can see that promise through.

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“Stay low.” Frank mouths, and with the minimal light in the tunnel, even your eyes struggle to catch it. You nod, and you both begin to creep forward, seeing the four men guarding the next turn.

You knew coming in the back, there would be men in the way, but at least here you have them cornered, and there’s no other way out. Crouching down, both you and Frank take a side each. He uses his silenced pistol, shooting two in the head swiftly, while you keep your gun your pocket and crack the two guards heads together, feeling the crush of bone underneath your hands.

“Come here.” You tuck yourself behind the stack of dead bodies. The tunnel was only just big enough for you both to lie side by side, and you can see the flashlights up ahead, signalling more people. “It’s gonna get real tight before it opens. This part is small-“

“I remember there’s a cut away, just up to the right. I can fit through the gap and drop in above them, right when it opens to the end.” The hours you spent studying those stupid maps seem to come in handy. All the tunnels lead to one main section, presumably where the waste would have been dumped out and filtered if the project had finished, and it seemed the only likely area a temporary base would be. Frank looks at you with an emotion you can’t place in the dark, and then looks up ahead again.

“Go. I’ll clean it out here. Don’t drop down till I get there.”

“Shout if you need me.” You both stand as quietly as possible, and just as your about to turn and slip out the cutaway, Franks hand wraps around your neck.

He pulls you close, and it’s so dark you can’t see anything but you can smell him. You can hear how hard his heart is beating, running on pure adrenaline. He presses his forehead to yours, and you half hope he might kiss you, no matter how stupid it might be to do that here. He takes in a long breath, prolonging the seconds you have.

“Go.” He says again and lets his hand drop. You spin and turn immediately, knowing if you stood there another second you wouldn’t have the strength to leave.

You find the cut away quickly, and shimmy your way down the small opening above the tunnel. You presumed this was meant for wiring or filter pipes, but either way it was only just big enough for you to shift through. Finally seeing the end, you squint your eyes, looking down and watching as Frank makes his way up the tunnel.

You have only seen him in action once, and even then you were too distracted trying to aim your gun that you couldn’t watch him. He was coming up on about fourteen armed men, all in pretty much a row with little to no cover. You start to worry, maybe he would need help, but he said hold out, so you listen, remembering what happened last time you ignored him.

A guttural scream and a crack of bone snap your head to the right. You hadn’t even seen Frank move over there, but he already downed two men by the time the others realised someone was coming for them. Using the dead body as cover, he fires off perfectly aimed shots, sending bullets into heads and necks, spots he knows will kill instantly.

He drops people like fucking flies. All those articles you read about him taking on rooms full of people with just his fists - you thought they’d been exaggerating, but this was a whole new level. He fired more shots, and when the gun clicked blank, he had timed it perfectly so he was close enough to the last men to fight them hand to hand.

He throws one punch and sends the guy straight into the concrete, and two more men come in at the same time. Holding each one by the neck, Frank yells, and headbutts one while taking the punch of the other in the stomach. It was strategic - he knew he couldn’t fight both at once, so he knocked out the bigger guy first and took the brunt of the smaller, knowing he could finish him off.

He does, spilling his brains out onto the floor using the man’s own gun. He was heaving breaths, and you could hear commotion down the end of the tunnel now that the gunfire had stopped. He looks up at the end of the cut away and nods, then starts running down the tunnel. You shimmy up and out, and when you drop down, Frank is standing right next to you.

He’s covered head to toe in bright red. It’s dripping onto the floor, and when he grabs your arm and pushes something into your hand, you can feel the blood is still warm.

“Take this.” You know it’s his knife, one of the ones you had been throwing for the past few days after you mastered the kitchen knives. “You want right or left?”

You look over the drop down to the main section of the sewer, men with guns running around frantic after seeing a few of the bodies drop down from the tunnel entrance.

“I don’t care, but when we find the Colonel, he’s mine.” Frank nods, and the two of you jump down at the same time. The first guy you meet doesn’t even get the chance to scream before you rip his throat out.

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Franks firing off more rounds than he can count. He had expected this - a bus load of assholes running around scared shitless, but he hadn’t realised just how many people ‘New America’ had. Either way, the two of you were making a big ass dent in them, and Frank could only see about eight people left standing.

You were going strong, using a mix of your own training and the new stuff he taught you. It made you unbeatable. A force, and if Frank didn’t have so many people shooting at him, he wouldn’t of been able to take his eyes off you.

Another guy comes at him, and Frank drops the gun. By his count, the ammo in it is out anyway, and he still has steam left in him. Just as he goes to throw a punch, the man stops his attack, freezes in the air, then drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Then he sees the knife, his knife, sticking out of the back of his head, and looks up to see a smug sort of look on your face.

“We clear?” Frank says, ripping the knife back out of the dead guys skull.

“Clear. The elevator shaft is up ahead, but there’s no actual lift. They have to be down there.” You swallow, chest rising and falling fast.

You lead the way, and Frank stays close behind, ready to dive in if anyone comes out. To get down, you’d have to go one at a time, climbing the service ladder, and he stops you just before the drop, descending first. It’s a long way down, longer than he realised, but you don’t seem surprised.

“Sacred of heights?” You whisper, reading his face way too easy.

“Just a long way out.” You nod, and begin to come down above him.

As you get about halfway, Frank hears it. It’s a woman, crying out in pain. And kids. Kids, screaming. They aren’t saying anything, just yelling out. Terrified. One of them could be your brother, but there’s definitely at least three people down there. A hard whack echos up the shaft, paired with more screaming. Your both moving twice as fast.

Frank hits the ground running, knowing you’ll be right behind him, and then he sees it.

A woman is strapped to a chair, her face bruised and bleeding. There’s two kids behind her, a little girl, no older than ten, and a boy, maybe around 12. For only a second he thinks that could be him - the boy you’ve been looking for your entire life, and then scans the room for anyone else.

A man in a military uniform towers over them, intimidating as he pulls up his fist to punch the woman again.

“Hey!” Franks voice is more animal than man, blood spitting out as he yells across the room. He’s moving fast, and with the momentum, doesn’t think before he just slams his body weight into the man, sending him straight onto the floor.

The Colonel.

You were next to him, and he looks up at you just for a second. He knows if that was your brother you wouldn’t be with him right now, you’d be over there. You look at the boy, and shake your head. It wasn’t him. He wasn’t here.

“Get them out, Frank.” You were towering over the Colonels crumpled body, jaw set tight. A flash of the metal coming out the tips of your fingers clues him in, and he knows this kill is yours.

Turning away, he can only hear the noise of what your doing. The sound of the Colonels scream was music to his ears, but he cut at the ropes tying the woman down.

“You okay to stand?”

“I’m fine - please, my babies. Please they need-“

“It’s okay. We’re gonna get you out of here.” He knew the look in her eyes. A parent who had suffered the worst of it, he could see it all over her body, to make sure her children didn’t face it. He got all three of them to the ladder, and heard another scream of pain from the Colonel. He couldn’t leave you down here, but it was a long way up.

“It’s okay. We can get out.” The little boy says to him, and Frank turns and bends down to his level. “I remember how to go out.”

“Yeah? Alright, buddy. You take this-“ He gives the burner phone he uses to call Madani to the boy, who’s eyes were wide with determination. “And call the number in there as soon as your up the top, okay?”

“Thank you.” The mother pulls him into a hug, not caring about how drenched in blood he is. “My husband-“

“The doctor?” She nods quickly. “He’s alright. He’s in. protective custody. The woman on the phone, she’ll take you to him.”

She looks down at his chest, recognising the bright white skull painted on it.

“We owe you our lives, Frank Castle.” Is what she says before disappearing up the ladder, following her children closely behind. There’s no one alive up the top anyways, so as soon as they dial that number, Madani will come for them.

He’s confident that they’re safe, so he turns back around, seeing your foot pressed against the Colonels neck, blood pooling in the side of his mouth. He pulls over the chair and sits down, content to watch the show.

“Where. Is. He.” You punctuate, and there’s none of that playful glint in your eye he knows so well. No, this was all business. You look how you did when he first met you - cold, wild. Mean. It’s a good look on you, when it’s aimed at someone other than him.

“I don’t. - I don’t kn-“ You slam your foot in his face, then crouch down as he spits out blood and teeth. “They don’t tell me!”

“Then your of no use to me.” Your hand grips his throat, and he can see the blood start to leak out from underneath your fingers.

“Wait! I can he- help you. I’m the only one who could draw the-em out.” He chokes out, and he watches you consider it. Then your hand loosens, and Frank stands up and walks over. The Colonel splutters, and tries to shuffle away from his approaching figure, but you kick him in the ribs and he falls flat.

“Don’t buy it.” Frank leans to whisper in your ear, locking eyes with the Colonel.

“How else do you suppose you can find America’s most notorious mobsters, huh? Whoring yourself out to the Punisher will only get you so f-“ Franks boot whacks him across the face, and he’s out cold.

“Frank.” You say, and hes still staring down at the man, who’s head is slumped to the side.

“He’s alive.” Frank growls, shoving at him with his boot.

“He might have a point.”

“Bullshit he has a point.”

“We could use him as bait. Draw them out and ambush them when they least expect it.”

“That’s if he isn’t still working with them. This wasn’t his entire operation - he’s still got men stationed somewhere.”

“I know. He could be - but either way, what else do we have on the Gnuccis? They’ve been ghosts since Washington.” He can see the frustration on your face. You had really thought your brother was going to be down here. “Maybe we…”

“No. This guys a maggot. We put him down now.”

“No one wants this douche bag dead more than me. Trust me. But, if we can get something out of him before we rip his arms off, maybe we should try. He’s the only lead I have, Frank, and as much as I want to, someone told me to fight with my head, and I’m trying to listen to him.” The Colonel starts to wake up, his head twisting to the other side. Frank sighs.

“Fuck. How do we get him out of here?”

“It’s probably easier if he’s unconscious, right?” Frank nods, and watches as your fist slams into his jaw, sending him straight back to sleep. “We should move. Agent Madani will be here any second. The doctors family - they were okay?”

“Looks like the mother took the worst of it. No idea what this piece of shit did to them down here.” He looks around, surveying the tiny area they had probably been kept in for weeks on end. It stinks like shit, and there was no bed, no place to be except for a tiny corner with a sheet on the ground. Looking back at the unconscious body, his mind starts to drift to all the ways he’s going to pull this guy apart.

“Pick him up. We need to move.” Before he can argue your on the ladder, and he’s swinging the dead weight over his shoulder, shuffling up the ladder.

There’s a part of him that’s relieved. Not because you didn’t get your brother - he thinks he wants that just as much as you do, now. He’s relieved because he thought that last night was it. That would be that last night he would spend with you, and he played it safe, sticking to his side of the bed, not doing shit about that energy he had no doubt you were brewing on too.

He was relieved that you would have the time he promised you, and that after he broke this assholes face for you, he would use that time to drive you just as insane as you have made him, in all the ways he knew how.

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WIP Wednesday

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Guysssss I’m running behind again! There’s no chance I’ll get this chapter out tomorrow. (Partially because I haven’t polished it, partially because I iz without WiFi 🙃) I promise to have her ready to go by next Thursday.

This little morsel is from the upcoming chapter seven of Stress Management. Most everything is spoilery at this point, but I found one small snippet that’s not too bad. From Simon’s POV:

I snap my mouth shut and clench my jaw. If I swallow and grit my teeth hard enough, maybe I won’t cry.

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Then There Was You- Chapter Eight

Pairing: Tom HollandxScreenwriter!AssistantDirector!Reader

Summary: Y/n is a screenwriter for her first movie called Hurts so Bad where she meets Tom Holland who plays the male lead, William. The cast tries their best to push the two together. Will they be successful or will the two do the getting together on their own?

Warnings: This was written with a black reader in mind, but anyone can read it.

Word Count: 1.4K+

Author's Note: Hiiiiiii guysssss. I hope you aren't too mad that I basically disappeared for idk how many months. But alas a chapter! Life caught up to me yall. I'm soooo sorry. But I'm going to try to make more time.

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Chapter 8:

Two weeks had passed since the incident and luckily the situation had blown over within the week. The two had continued to stay inside for their movie nights and hangouts. Lori left the last Friday and was truly a sad day for the girls. There were hugs and whispers of promising that they would see each other soon. Lori and Y/n did their handshaking before leaving each other. There were tears on her face and Tom with Supernatural and food for the rest of the weekend. Tom’s brothers and best friend were coming onto set today after coming into town yesterday. Y/n was nervous to meet the group and wanted to make a good impression. Though she was not dating Tom, she was Tom’s other best friend, they had gotten close fairly quickly and she didn’t want to lose their friendship because his family didn’t like her. Harrison was also going to stay on set to get back to the job of being his personal assistant. He was gone because he was finishing up a promo for a movie that he would be premiering in. She dressed better than usual today but also like she wasn’t trying too hard and it was the perfect excuse to wear her new Nike dunks that she’d been waiting weeks for. She was known around the set for having one of the best styles and was even getting recognized by celebrity bloggers. So, she was never worried about that.

Tom and Ryan were currently in the middle of a scene and they were finally at the midpoint of the movie. It was very bittersweet because Y/n loved working with everyone on set and she didn’t want to leave them. She promised herself that for the next movie, she’d be working on that she’d try to get the same crew because they were all such a joy to work with. Y/n was knocked out of her thoughts when she saw Tom’s eyes start to not focus on the scene in front of him but instead on something or someones behind Ryan. Y/n followed Tom’s gaze when he began laughing. There were three boys two that looked identical to Tom and one who was slightly taller than the other two boys. One held a sign saying, ‘Would you like a juice box? We don’t want you to get cranky :(” and the other two holding two six packs of juice boxes in the air waving. Anxiety rose when she recognized them. Man, she hoped they liked her. Ryan C. had cut the scene by the time the three walked on set. He had just gotten done introducing him to Michael and Ryan, so the group was laughing when Tom caught Y/n’s eye. He smiled and waved her over. She got up from her seat and adjusted her jacket before walking over. She tried to put confidence on her face when she saw the group looking at her. “You must be Y/n the girl this Div can’t stop talking about-” Tom quickly interjects stopping Harry from talking. “I do not talk about her that much,” Everyone laughs slightly as Y/n’s face warms and Tom’s ears burn a bright red. “Anyway, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, It’s wonderful to meet you in person. And Tom was right you’re even more beautiful in person. If you ever get tired of waiting on this one to make a move, I’ll gladly ta-” Tom puts his hand quickly over his brother’s mouth as everyone laughs. Y/n ignored the warmth rising on her neck. “So Y/n don’t we have to leave in a bit so we can go out for lunch,” She nods, “Yup, we're going to my second favorite restaurant in ATL and your brother can take me to my first,” The group laughs at her comment as an assistant comes over to let them know that their car was there.

When they finally made it to the restaurant and were seated, Y/n heard a familiar voice introducing themselves. “Parker! It’s so good to see you! I haven’t seen you since the last time I was here. How’s Liam and Avery,” A quick hug was shared between the two as Parker told Y/n about their kids. “You know those two little rascals, they’re still getting all A’s though so I’m proud of them. Avery still wants to be just like you when she grows up.” Y/n nods laughing. Everyone’s eyes are focused on the two speaking when Y/n notices their silence. “Sorry, guys lemme introduce you to one of my favorite people at Toast, Parker! They’ve been here since I’ve been coming here when I was working on my screenplay. They were even some inspiration for Tom’s character.” Everyone waves as Y/n finally sit down. “Well enough of my chattin’. Y/n I’m guessing you want your usual,” Y/n nods quickly. “What about everyone else?” Everyone tells Parker their order. “I’ll let Chef know that you’re out here as well. He was literally just talkin’ about how much he missed you.” Everyone thanks Parker as they begin to leave. “Y/n, when Tom said you pick the best restaurants, he wasn’t lying,” Harrison told her. “Yeah, as much as I like to say I don’t love food. I love food. I’ve been actually talking to some people about having a show reviewing restaurants around the country after the film,” Tom grabbed her hand that was laying on the table and squeezed it. “ Darling, you didn’t tell me anything about this,” Everyone nods (except for the twins and Harrison) in agreement. “Sorry, y’all I promise I was only going to tell you guys when things were becoming a bit final. I didn’t want to tell you all before and get your hopes up if it fell through. I didn’t even think that people would even want to listen to what I had to say let alone a whole show about it,” she said solemnly. “Y/n, love, anyone would love to hear what you have to say. Especially something you’re clearly so passionate about. It lights up your eyes whenever you talk about a restaurant you want to try.” Ryan and Micheal looked at each at the mention of Y/n’s name surprised to hear him say it. It meant, clearly, he was serious. “Y/n, I know we’ve just met but when you were explaining why you love this restaurant and food on the way over, I could taste every meal you talked about. You clearly have a knack for it, don’t ever worry about that. I’m excited for you and I’m watching every episode whenever it comes out.” Sam said sincerely. The table agreed as their plates were played out in front of them by Parker. “Thank you guys,” Y/n said after thanking Parker. She had a huge smile on her face at the comments they made feeling wayyy more confident about her show than before. She didn’t notice how Tom was looking at her, however. Like she hung the stars. Harrison had to kick him slightly under the table because he was staring too long. Y/n turned slightly asking if he was okay as Tom grunted. He said a quick yes. Y/n just barely missed Harrison whispering in Tom’s ear and his face turning beet red. She brushed it off as him doing something embarrassing that only Harrison saw.

After 40 minutes of drinking, talking, and clearing plates, the Chef came out to greet them as they were paying the bill. “I hope you all enjoyed the food. Thank you all for coming and Jellybean thank you for bringing everyone here.” He said to Y/n as they hugged. “Anytime Uncle Virgil. I’ll probably be back here sometime this weekend. Gotta do some writing,” she said with a wink. She went back to Tom’s side as he put his arm around her shoulder. Virgil smiled as he watched. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing your boyfriend with you. I would’ve called your aunt over too. Your Pops didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend, I outta-” Y/n quickly interrupted, “Tom’s not my boyfriend Unc. We’re just friends I promise.” Virgil looked over at Ryan for confirmation asking her with his eyes why they weren't together when they clearly liked each other. She shrugged her shoulders. He looked back at Y/n. “Good because even though your father is my best friend, I will beat him up at any time.” The group laughed and the awkwardness quickly washed away. “Well, I’ll see you around kiddo, be safe out there, and good luck with that movie of yours. I love you!” The group waved goodbye and went into the car. They let Kill Bill play through the car before Tom finally spoke up. “Jellybean huh?”

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╰┈➤ soobin --- it finally happened and you couldn't be happier. you were waiting for this moment since you first got the job. especially since you worked your ass off in that place day and night, picking up the slack that your coworkers left for you. you were excited that all of that work didn't go to waste and that your boss finally saw the value you held at the company. when you finally came home you just wanted to do a happy dance across the kitchen floor. a $25,000 raise and a promotion was enough to make you dance like no one was watching. except, someone was watching and it was your beloved husband soobin, who was currently cooking and smirking a little at how giddy you looked. "someone's excited?", he spoke, stirring the food in the pot. you turned to hang your coat on the coat rack trying to hold back how much you wanted to just run around the house. "I have good news baby". he fetches the seasonings across from him. "what is it?". you exhaled, "remember when I'd come home complaining about work and how lazy my coworkers are and how they never do anything?". soobin nods and hums. "mhm?". your heart started to pound. "well.. I don't have to do that anymore because i finally got a raise and a promotion! And I'm making more money than them now. I even get to manage several locations I'm so excited!". you were expecting a lot of reactions out of soobin, but one thing you weren't expecting was for him to go completely cold after that sentence. he didn't smile or jump around with you. he just stood there and continued cooking as if you didn't say anything at all. "soobin?". he hums in response. "did you hear me? I just said I got a promotion and a raise". he nods his head. "yeah I heard you". you throw your hands down at your sides, getting pissed. "so? you're not going to be happy for me?". he leans his hands on the counter giving you a deathly stare. "you don't ever think before you take things? like honestly. how are you going to manage several locations that are much too far from the house? that position is too much". he said annoyingly. you couldn't believe he was being like this. "it's a position that's going to get me closer to the position I really want to be in. why are you turning this into something negative?". he continues stirring, "because it is. it's a dumb decision".

╰┈➤ yeonjun --- as soon as you guys started this type of relationship you agreed it would be a strictly friends with benefits type of deal. no romance or anything of that sort. just sex. good enough sex to satisfy you both throughout your stressors of life. you couldn't get enough of yeonjun and he couldn't get enough of you. he knew exactly how to handle you. but as yeonjun came and went from tour to tour around the world, you had kids. two of them. and it was getting difficult by the day caring for them by yourself and taking in all the finanical responsibility especially if their father was a pop star. yes, yeonjun was their father and you had yet to tell him. in order to cover things up you told him you were screwing around with one of your exes, which yeonjun didn't really care about since he was only with you just for the sex anyways. well, that's mainly what scared you. he didn't care about you or your life, just sex with you. it was the weekend just before yeonjun was scheduled to go on another tour again, and after another session with him he had fallen asleep beside you. money was getting tight and you were on the verge of almost losing your home due to caring for the kids. you decided that it was time he knew, so that he could at least help you. you shook him gently until his eyes fluttering open. "yeonjun? we need to talk". he rubs his eyes and yawns. "about?". you bit the sides of your tongue nervously. "i haven't been honest with you". you admitted, leaving yeonjun to immediately give you a heart wrenching stare that gave you goosebumps. that was another thing about yeonjun. he had a temper equivalent to a lion's roar. "what are you talking about?". you breathed. "those kids? that I told you were from my ex...they're not. they're yours. I had them while you were touring and I hid most of my pregnancy from you and I'm sorry. I'm struggling to raise them alone and I really need a father figure to help me with this". he immediately exhales and facepalms himself in distress. "why are you just now telling me this shit?". "I was scared of what you were going to say". "you don't just drop that on someone. especially while I'm in the midst of another tour-- i can't do this right now". he grabs his shirt and wrestles it over his head. "where are you going?". "I'm leaving. I have to deal with this when I'm ready to deal with it". he lifts himself off the bed and you panic when he walk towards the door. "yeonjun I'm telling you I need help I can't do this alone". he doesn't even look at you before he shuts the door behind himself. "I have to go".

╰┈➤ beomgyu --- "well I think this house is perfect for you both and I can't wait to see you two moving in it". you nodded at your realtor, doing the last walk around in the home you and beomgyu dreamt of having. you wished he could've been here, the moment you guys were finally going to pay the closing costs and settle things just before moving in. but unfortunately he told you that he had to work almost all day today and he wouldn't have the time. you thought this was kind of a special moment but you didn't want to make such a fuss about it. you instead did things on your own, pooling out your wallet to pay the money that would make you and beomgyu home owners. but once you unzipped your wallet you realized that every wad of cash that you held within it was gone. your stomach churned at the sight, not believing this was happening to you at this moment. you gave a nervous chuckle at your realtor, doing another search through your purse trying to figure out if it dropped in there perhaps. you could've sworn it was in your wallet beforehand. looking through your purse hadn't helped, you could only find a couple of old crumpled dollar bills. what was once the most happiest moment of your life quickly became the most embarrassing. and to make matters worse you recalled that beomgyu had been spending more than usual lately, thousands at a time in fact and claiming that it was for work. nothing made you more angry than being embarrassed like that in front of your realtor and possibly loosing the home, most of this anger is the anger that you unleashed on beomgyu as soon as he walked in the door that night. "so what the fuck gyu? what the fuck was that today?". he kicked his shoes off at the door tiredly. "what are you talking about?". he asks even though he knew already. he expected this to happen."you know that house that we already started buying? yeah the closing fee had to be paid today and you knew that. where did all that money go?! why the fuck are you spending so much money?! that was the house that we always wanted". "I didn't spend the money. I don't know what your problem is, blaming me when you're the one being irresponsible". "you're a liar! that closing money was in my wallet for weeks. now all of a sudden when I'm about to spend it it's gone. you have bad spending habits and lately they've gotten worse. where's the fucking money gyu?". he said nothing, just continued walking passed you and getting ready for bed like you weren't even there. he knew what he spent the money on. strippers and explicit services from different women. but that was the last thing he was going to tell you. you swallowed hard and continued speaking. your cheeks burned with fury. "and to top it all off you knew I wanted that house to be ours so we can build a family and start our life in it. why do you do fucked up shit and just not care?". he finally shifted his attention towards you, looking more mellow than anything else. "you need to calm down. alright? I didn't spend it. and if anything, we can find a house somewhere else. it isn't that serious and you need to stop blaming me for everything".

╰┈➤ taehyun --- it always got like this when taehyun was drunk. and taehyun drank pretty often. he wasn't a stranger to liquor and that's what made you most afraid when he got a hold of any. especially on a night like this. your job was having a banquet in celebration of your boss and you were required to attend. you bought a beautiful gown for yourself and of course a lot of expensive makeup and jewelry. you wanted to look your absolute best since almost every executive you could name would be there. but unfortunately taehyun was home, drinking and watching you get ready. he winced at the burning sensation of the liquor slithering down his throat. "where do you think you're going?". you could see him through your long mirror, looking like a drunken mess. his eyes were hazed and he didn't really look like himself. not the sweetheart taehyun that you once knew, the one that used his funny and romantic personality to reel you in the beginning. "I'm going to a banquet taehyun. it's for my boss and I can't be late". he swallows and takes another look at you. "you think you're going anywhere looking like that? what? are you planning on leaving me?". you should've. you should've left him a long time ago as soon as he started to show signs and you knew it. "It's a banquet taehyun. I have to look my best. I can't be looking crazy in front of everyone". he did that fake laugh that you hated. "stop being a liar. you think you're leaving me, and I'm not letting that happen". you shake your head. "don't start this. not tonight. I told you I have somewhere to be and I'm telling the truth. If I were leaving you I would've been gone already". he gives another throaty laugh before taking another swig of his drink. he was nothing like you thought he was when you first met him. "please. you would've been gone already? do you really think there's people out there that want you?". you snapped your head back at him in shock. "what?". "I said do you really think there's people out there that want you? you're lucky that you even have me. you haven't left me not because you don't want to, but because you can't". you clenched your jaw tightly in a fit of rage. "what?". he smirked. he liked whenever he hit a nerve with you. "you heard me. you made me like this. drinking all the time and shit. you drive me crazy. you see how much you've ruined me? you're a toxic piece of shit and no one else is going to put up with you".

╰┈➤ kai --- you both talked about this already. way before your relationship had even started heuning assured that he was completely fine with it. you had a son from your previous boyfriend and kai offered to care for him even though he wasn't exactly his. your son wasn't the problem but it was your ex that drove kai up a wall. he hated the way that your ex was still in love with you. he hated the way he looked at you. he hated the way he talked to you, sweet, and almost as if he was trying his absolute best to win your heart back. what you didn't know about kai was that his jealousy streak was far beyond anything you could ever imagine. so much that he wouldn't even be able to stomach the thought of you with someone else. or you having friends even, taking away the time you could've been spending with him. his jealousy went to unbearable lengths, most of which you haven't seen because he hid this trait from you. it was your son's third birthday, you were throwing a party from him in the backyard of your home. it was the cutest thing kai had ever saw and he wanted to just jump in the bouncy houses along with the kids. but instead, your boyfriend put his childlike traits away and steadily watched you and the father of your child talking across the yard. he couldn't tell what the conversation was about but he saw the man smiling. it didn't take much for kai to make assumptions and as of now he assumed he was flirting with you yet again. he approached the both of you, sliding his arm around your waist and kissing you on your cheek right in front of him. he could see the anger simmering in the man's eyes but kai didn't care. he does that smile that he does for everyone. the smile that made him look like an innocent child "baby I think jae had an accident in the bouncy house", kai informed you. you hurried to the child's aid just like he wanted, leaving him and the man alone. kai reaches into his back pocket and discreetly flicks up his blade, pushing it against the man's clothed stomach. the man's eyes grew large at the sudden threat. kai smirked at his fear. his smile faded and his eyes grew incredibly dark. "flirt with my fiancé again and I promise this blade will go straight through you".

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