#my laptop is still broken fyi

[spirk-trek]

an fyi to any anons still waiting for the requests they sent me (and also the super cool ppl i was gushing to about an upcoming fic idea), i have found out my laptop is officially broken so i'm not sure when i'll be able to write properly again :(

[r34d1ng]

Feeling frustrated

so here’s the thing, my cousin is mad at me so much that she refuse to speak to me... Here’s the full story, so since Eid has started (mine was sat) my whole family tree has come to my grandmama house just like we did on other previous celebration...And here’s the thing, i did not bring my phone becuz mine was broken and i just use my laptop instead.... since my laptop doesn’t have any data, i ask one of my aunt’s for a hotspot and she did give me... FYI Eid was full of visiting family all around so that's mean i didnt get to use my laptop as much as i wanted... My cousin (female,21) just now ask for the hotspot of the aunt that i am currently using the hotspot and she said to share with me.. so i just agreed cuz why not.. But she did not like it cuz she keeps saying how it gonna slow down and stuff... She also keeps blaming me on things like “well, she use the the hotspot all day long” whereas me as someone that does not have the opportunity to use the laptop anytime i wanted was really feeling annoyed (i’ve checked the activity chart one and all the time i spend on 8 days is less than 2 and a half hour) .... Like who is she to say that when the one who helps with the cooking and cleaning is “me and the others” for a week...she spend 98% of her time in the guest room.. and she had the audacity to blame the “lagging” on her potato phone on me? please help cuz i’m really really annoyed.... she’s a full grown adult and has a full time job but still blame me or everyone around her like she the only one with a brain when she cant even spell “HI!” properly.(she spell hye)

[jamest-kirk]

Can you imagine an au where bones is a therapy dog trainer and jim needs a therapy dog and that's how they meet and become friends?

Jim’s always lived on the edge. Car chases, gun fights, catching bad guys and spending earnings in Vegas on gambling and sex. He’s enjoyed it knowing it’s temporary, because surely he was going to get himself killed in the field. There’s just no way he survives until he’s old and gray.

So when a mission does go haywire, he gracefully accepts death - but he makes sure to drag the bad guy down with him. Death is quiet, for a while. Then it’s pain, and a whole lot of black nothing.

“Your eyes are severely damaged,” his doctor explains when Jim wakes up. Not only does he find out he’s not dead; he’s blind and he’s never going to work the special forces again. If there was ever a hell, this would be it. Because Jim isn’t made for being helpless, stumbling around his hospital room to try and find the bathroom. He doesn’t have the patience for rehabilitation training, after being bedridden for months. Jim is clearly miserable, even when he’s finally released to go back to his apartment. It’s big and it feels empty, and Jim feels lost, tripping over furniture, running into walls, and misjudging where doors are.

The brightest thing about this is when he qualifies for a service dog. He’d never given dogs much thought; being away from home as much as he used to be, a dog wouldn’t have been a good option. But now that he has time for a dog, and is actually dependent on one, Jim doesn’t reject the option when Uhura offers to drive him to the nearest trainer.

Somehow, Jim thinks the overwhelming sounds of a dog farm can’t possibly be the right place for an actual therapist dog trainer. They’re an hour’s drive from the city, and it smells significantly different. Like trees and grass and wet dog, the latter not all too pleasant. “Mr. McCoy?” Uhura calls out, and Jim focuses on heavy boots on gravel as a man approaches them. “This has gotta be wrong, right?” Jim asks Uhura quietly, “it sounds like a dog farm.” “They’re all trained, or at least getting there, to be good service dogs,” McCoy says, and Jim winces because clearly he wasn’t quiet enough. Story of his life. “C'mon,” the other continues, and Jim feels Leonard take a hold of his hand, guiding him through a garden until they're in a barn. “I’ve been told you need a service dog as well as a therapy one,” Leonard says, and Jim raises an eyebrow. “I think two dogs is a bit much,” he says, and Leonard laughs. It’s a lovely laugh and though Jim has no idea what the other looks like, he instantly finds the other more attractive. “No, I mean a dog trained to do both.” “I don’t need therapy,” Jim says to that.

He’s unsure what to do, but Leonard makes him sit down on the ground, and before Jim realises what’s going on, there’s at least three dogs on him to investigate the stranger. Though as soon as Leonard tells them to move back, they do. Trained dogs, ready to do their job. Well, except maybe one. Despite Leonard’s warning, one still pushes himself into Jim’s personal space. “Captain,” Leonard repeats, but the large dog just refuses. “Can I have this one?” Jim asks, ruffling the dog’s fur gently. “Captain’s not a fully trained service dog yet,” Leonard says, “that is, he knows the commands but seems to only perform them when he feels like it.” “Sounds perfect to me,” Jim says. “No, Jim, if you’re going to be dependent on a dog, it should be one who won’t mess around. Captain still needs further training.” “Let me help with that, then,” Jim suggests, “he’ll get to know me. I get more familiar with dogs in general, and how to treat a service dog.” Leonard hesitates, but judging by his sigh, Jim knows the other has given in. “Fine.“

So Jim starts spending more time with Leonard and the many dogs he has. Uhura initially drives him there, the first few times, but Jim doesn’t want to take up too much of her time and instead figures out the bus schedules. It’s a long bus ride, but Jim feels instantly better when he’s out there. Leonard makes him walk with Captain on a short leash. It’s awkward at first, but somehow Captain seems to sense when it’s okay to mess around, and when he needs to be serious. Around Jim, that is. Because while Jim enjoys an iced tea on Leonard’s porch, he listens to the other chase the dog around for a couple minutes. Jim also helps feeding all of them, and he quickly grows fond of all these large dogs - and even the chihuahua. Jim doesn’t understand the purpose of such a tiny dog as a service dog, but Leonard tells him they’re actually very alert to things like seizures and such.

Jim spends most time with Captain, but he feels a little emotional when someone drives up Leonard’s porch to pick up little Archie. “You be a good girl to Mrs. Smith now, alright?” He hears Leonard tell the dog, and though the man and woman he’s handing over Archie’s care to don’t seem to notice, Jim can tell in Leonard’s voice he’s at least kind of emotional over it.

“How do you do it?” Jim asks. They’re inside, Captain’s sitting on the floor right next to Jim, his head resting on Jim’s lap. Leonard sits next to him, enjoying the silence til Jim starts talking. How they’ve evolved from trainer and client to dinners in the house and shared iced teas on the porch, Jim doesn’t even know. He does know, though, that he much rather spends time here than in his own apartment downtown. “How do i do what?” Leonard asks. “Give up your dogs like that.” “They go to someone who needs them more than I do,” Leonard replies, “I build up strong bonds with these dogs - though most of them i never see again - but knowing they are out there taking care of people in need, that’s pretty good.” “I’d cling on to all of them for dear life,” Jim says. Leonard reaches out to pet Captain’s head, and he’s so close Jim can hear him breathe. He can smell that subtle cologne, and he’s definitely too close right now. Jim thinks about kissing him, and when Captain trails off to drink from his bowl, Leonard remains so close. Jim leans in just a little closer, but when he does, Leonard finally leans away. Jim isn’t used to rejection, even something as silent as this, and it sucks.

Leonard comes to visit Jim in the city, together with Captain, so they can see how he reacts to all the different people and scents around him. “He knows traffic lights and such already,” Leonard explains to him while they’re both walking around the crowded streets, “we’ve been practising in our town center. This is a lot busier, or course.” “Quite,” Jim agrees. He holds on to Captain tightly, who walks next to Jim just as he’s supposed to. Until they get to the park. He tugs and barks and generally gets so excited about the other dogs, Jim decides to just let him run around for a while. Leonard guides Jim through the park and they quietly talk, occasionally Captain returns to check up on Jim. “He seems to really like you,” Leonard says, and Jim smiles. “I didn’t even know i liked dogs until Captain, so i guess that feeling is mutual.” “I think maybe he should stay with you for a couple days,” Leonard says, “a week or so. To see if it works out.” Reasonable as that sounds, Jim frowns at that. “What about you?” He asks. “What about me?” “Are you saying I won’t see you for a week, then?” Jim continues. “Well, I mean, what do you think would happen after you take over Captain completely?” Leonard counters, and Jim sighs. “No, you’re right. I guess I just got used to having you around. But I shouldn’t, because you have your job and such-” “I’m not a therapy dog myself, Jim,” Leonard says, “I realised you might have subconsciously used me as such, but I’m not. If you want to keep hanging out, you can just call. It’s not hard. Been told there’s phones for blind people.” Jim smiles lightly at that, and nods. “Maybe I will.” “Maybe I’ll wait for your call, then,” Leonard replies.

Having Captain live in his apartment is actually wonderful. He’s more than a service dog; he knows when Jim feels down or powerless and he just stays with him until he feels better. In the morning, they go on a jog through the park, and Captain learns to listen to Jim very quickly. Afterwards, Jim treats both of them to ice cream. On Saturday, a trip to Leonard’s house, where they have dinner and Leonard accompanies them on a long walk through the woods.

“This place is so much better than the city,” Jim says, and Leonard huffs. They were knee deep in mud just a few minutes ago, but Jim much prefers it over the city right now. Company has a lot to do with that, though. “You say that, but our town is small. You’d get bored,” Leonard says, but Jim simply shrugs. “I got bored in the city, too, and found movies and bars as places to pick people up. Here you’ve kept me occupied all the time.” “Are you saying I’m the reason you’re not bored? I’m not sure that’s a great compliment. Did you ever even succeed in picking people up? Because those compliments of yours are lousy.” Jim laughs. “I’ll have you know, before i lost my sight I was quite a catch.” “You still are,” Leonard replies, and that catches Jim off guard. “What?” “You heard me,” Leonard says, “just because you lost your sight doesn’t mean you’re not worth it anymore. I don’t know who you were prior to this, but I’ve known you for quite a while now, and you’re still worth as much-” Jim leans in to kiss him, and luckily Leonard does, too, else he might have misjudged where the other’s lips are. Jim only pulls away when he becomes aware of rain trickling down the trees, and he’s pretty sure he can sense Leonard smiling. “How bout we go get you home safe?” Leonard suggests, and Jim reaches out for the other man’s hand. “with you and Captain here, I feel like I’m already there.”

[amrinswonderland]

say it back please..

What happens if you don't say "I love you" back? What will they do?

Warnings:kisses(Rui), tickling???

gn!reader

A/N: third post wooo

Would hug and cling to you untill you say it back

Low-key insecure

"say it back y/nnnnnnnn did I do something wrong?"

Would probably cry/j

Won't let you go anywhere

When you say it was a prank she'll be like

"that wasn't funny at all!"

???? why are you ignoring her in the first place??

WILL BE INSECURE AND OVERTHINKS

would probably go to her room and cry :((

poor baby

When you told her it's just a prank, she'll be a bit relieved but still insecure

you guys ended up cuddling

Get ready for hell.

When I say hell,I mean it

when you say "yea yea bye"

he's like "??? why aren't you saying it back?"

And you're like "say what back?"

If you still won't do it, he'll attack you with kisses.

He'll forget everything that he's doing and just keep attacking you with kisses

This will continue if you won't say it back so goodluck

Insecure #3

Will tickle you on the couch until you say it back

If you didn't,,,oh well he'll tickle you untill you say it back

"I'm gonna tickle you UNTIL YOU SAY IT BACK"

"Say what back??"

goodluck#2

Thank you for 2 followers!!! Also fyi, my laptop's broken so I write on mobile so its a bit hard 😭😭

-your beloved Amrin 💌

[maria-scribbles]

loyalty’s all i got | part one

summary: three years ago, you had it all: great friends, good grades, and an almost perfect relationship with your boyfriend, jj. it all came crashing down when your mom relocated your family to california for work and you were forced to trade the outer banks for malibu, leaving your broken heart behind in the place you were just starting to think of as home. now you're back in town for college and to pick up the pieces, hoping to make things right again with your friends and the boy you never stopped loving.

word count: 8.9k+ i'm legit incapable of writing something short 😅

ship: jj maybank x female!reader, pogue friendship

warnings: mentions of child abuse, non-graphic injuries, weed, swearing, underage drinking, learning to be vulnerable, trust issues, first love, jj getting the love and affection he deserves, underage sex (nothing too descriptive but it gets a lil spicy, just fyi), teenage heartbreak, failed long distance relationship, angst with a happy ending, references to some taylor swift songs 'cause she's a queen.

a/n: got a lil plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone so here we are lol. title and inspiration for this fic comes from train's song "rescue dog" that gave me 'jj x reader where they're both damaged goods' vibes the second i heard it. this is semi canon-compliant as the treasure hunt never happened but big john is still alive and kie and sarah still work out their issues and become friends again. i used the names daisy, daniel, deke, and mack as a tribute to agents of shield, one of my favorite shows that had just had its series finale (and i'm still an emotional mess). enjoy and keep an eye out for part two, coming soon!

~masterlist~

part one: when our love was young and easy

For you, having a traveling nurse as a mom was both a blessing and a curse. When you were a kid, you loved bouncing around the country to a new town every so often and finding new places to explore with your rebellious big sister. Back then, she was all you needed to be happy: you'd go anywhere and everywhere as long as Daisy, your best friend, was by your side. 

As you both grew older and started school, you slowly realized that packing up your life every few years sucked. Yeah, seeing new places was cool and all but the novelty wore off fast when you found yourself making friends with your classmates, kids who weren't your sister for once, only to lose touch whenever you moved again. You felt like a ghost, haunting a new school for a while and then leaving behind nothing but a memory, one that gradually faded over time until it was gone, as if you never existed at all. You wondered if anyone actually remembered you. 

It was hard. You gradually became more sullen and withdrawn, finding it more and more difficult to make friends when you knew they wouldn't last, while Daisy acted out even worse than usual and ended up being grounded almost every week. It took her getting arrested while graffitiing the school gym on New Year's Eve for your father - a bit clueless about being a stay-at-home dad to two girls but he tried his best- to put his foot down and tell his wife enough was enough. 

"Our kids need stability, Rebekah. They need a chance to make real friends and stay in one place for longer than two or three years. They need a home."

Thankfully by some miracle, your mother agreed and promised the next move would be the last until you graduated high school. You wanted to believe her so badly but you weren't sure if you could as you packed up your life once again and headed down south from Rhode Island.

That's how you ended up in the Outer Banks of North Carolina, finishing eighth grade at some fancy ass academy that you weren't sure your parents could afford. Daisy, a sophomore, seemed to have no problem fitting in on the north side of the island when she landed a job as a lifeguard at the country club and made fast friends with the rich kids that frequented the pool. It stung a bit when she eventually started ditching you for them (and some older boy named Kelce; you knew she'd snag a boyfriend eventually but you didn't realize it'd be so fast and with someone so...douchey) but you tried not to let it bother you too much, as you were okay getting by on your own and honest-to-God happy for your sister. Making friends was a scary thought when you remembered all the kids you've had to leave behind over the years, all the friendships that crumbled into dust in the wind so you tried to stay at arm's length from your classmates and told yourself you were just fine the way you were. 

The loneliness was hard to ignore though, and you soon found yourself slowly, reluctantly becoming friends with a girl named Kiara that sat beside you in algebra after she helped you cram for a test you completely forgot about, even as warning bells rang loud in your mind. It wasn't long before you started sitting with her and her friend Sarah at lunch, which led to being invited to the beach and the movies and sleepovers and just like that, you remembered what friendship felt like. For the first time, you felt like a normal teenager with a best friend that wasn't your sister and although you liked Sarah, Kiara was the one you were closest to, especially when you found out she hated the kook academy as much as you did.

"Fuck it," She said at one of your sleepovers, sitting on the floor at the end of your bed and rifling through your box of movies. "I'm done with acting like something I'm not, I'm done with being fake, and I'm done with rich kid politics." She tossed Legally Blonde in your direction and then joined you in leaning against the headboard as you slipped the DVD into your laptop.

"Yeah, this whole kook thing kind of sucks." You replied, tapping through the previews to the main menu. "That's why I don't give a shit."

"And that's why I'm so happy you're my friend, Y/N," Kiara said. "You're just yourself and don't try to change for anybody. It's cool."

Cursor hovering over the play button, you paused and glanced over at the other girl. "I'm happy you're my friend, too. I...I only really had my sister growing up so just...thanks, I guess. For being here."

Kiara pulled you into a fierce hug after your impromptu confession and you hugged her back, understanding for the first time what true friendship looked like. 

More kids get added to your posse -three boys named John B, JJ, and Pope- after a catastrophic falling out with Sarah over her fiasco of a birthday party and from the very first time you met them, you realized the south side of the island was where you belonged. The pogues were unabashedly, unapologetically real and you felt the freest you'd ever been when you were hanging out with them and from the way Kiara seemed so much happier, you knew she felt the same way. Those kooks and their status quo could suck it.

You vowed you wouldn't let yourself get too attached to your new friends (cohorts, as your dad jokingly called them), lest you get your heart broken when your mom inevitably moved on to the next job in a year or two; despite her promise, you just had a feeling that it wouldn't last and wished you weren't always waiting for that other shoe to drop. You didn't plan on them becoming your second family and you definitely didn't plan on falling in love for the first time, but life always found new ways to surprise you. 

You were fourteen when you started to notice that one of your friends was cute as fuck. To be honest, you thought all of your friends were pretty cute but there was something about JJ that made you flustered beyond belief every time he crossed your mind. You found yourself more than a little fixated on his golden hair, his bright blue eyes, and the way you always felt at your happiest when he was around; he lived like a wild, out of control hurricane and you wanted to get swept up in the eye of his storm, despite your brain telling you not to.

You never had crushes before, always too busy anticipating worrying about your family's next move to really look at anyone like that but you were definitely looking now while you tried to balance on JJ's surfboard in the gently bobbing waves, your trembling hands planted firmly on his -bare, tan, strong- shoulders as he held it steady.

"Lookin' good, Y/N," He looked up at you with a proud grin before glancing back down at your stance. "Just bend your knees a little more and you'll be perfect."

His praise, along with his calloused palms carefully adjusting your legs made your face feel hot and you shifted on the board to correct your balance, slowly raising your arms until you were standing, albeit a little wobbly, mostly on your own. 

"Holy shit!" You yelled, the smile on your face growing more ecstatic at the encouraging cheers of your friends as they watched from the beach twenty feet away. "I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it!"

"Almost," JJ gave you another one of his killer smiles, the ones that you quickly found out made breathing normally quite the challenge, then let go of your knees to give the board a solid push forward. "Now you are!"

Frantically, you recalled everything he taught you that afternoon and managed to make it halfway to shore before you lost your balance and fell into the surf with a giddy laugh. "Guess I need a little more practice," You giggled as he splashed his way over and offered you a hand, a teasing glint in his blue eyes. 

"Just a little?"

You flicked some water at him for that and your laugh grew when he wrapped you up in his arms and spun you around before flinging you both into the waves. The others immediately ran to join you and an all out war broke out, everyone splashing each other with no holds barred.  

When he casually suggested giving you another lesson the next day as you all laid on the sand to catch your breath, you were unable to say no and the soft, dimpled smile on his face made your heart skip a beat in a way you'd never felt before. For the first time, you told the warning bells in your head to just shut the fuck up and allowed yourself to think about the future, to dream about what you could become and where you could be in two, five, even ten years. You let yourself have hope.

The next morning, you put on your favorite bikini -the green high waisted one that made your butt look good- and caught a ride with Daisy and Kelce to the beach, ignoring the teasing looks and jabs your sister sent your way and the sly smirk on her boyfriend's face. 

"Hey, Juliet, looks like your Romeo's already waiting for you." 

You rolled your eyes and hopped out of Kelce's Range Rover, flipping them both the bird behind your back without a second glance. As they drove away, their laughter followed you to where JJ was indeed waiting by the walkway to the shore, surfboard under his arm, and his face broke out into a wide grin when he laid eyes on you, one that you couldn't help returning.

"Sorry I'm late, my sister was being a bitch."

He laughed at that and reached out to take your hand, sending warm tingles through your whole body. "I was kinda worried you forgot about me, Y/N."

In a sudden burst of courage you didn't know you had, you laced your fingers with his and started pulling him toward the water as you sent him a wink over your shoulder. "I would never."

You started your lesson on the sand, reviewing how to stand up and balance on the board, before moving to the ocean. You catch your first waves on your stomach to get used to the movement and when you get comfortable with that you move to your knees and then your feet; each time JJ was there to catch you when you inevitably bit it, hugging you close to his bare chest and speaking enthusiastic words of encouragement in your ear, and with every passing try you became more and more confident until you finally nailed a small wave from beginning to end without falling on your ass. 

"I did it!" In a flash, you jumped off the board and into his arms, your mouth curving into a joyful grin when he spun you in circles like yesterday with your own arms locked tight around his neck.

"Hell yeah you did!" The proud smile on his face made your stomach do a little flip and so did the way he held you close, his hands hooked under your thighs. "You're gonna be a pro in no time."

"Well," You said, twirling your fingers in the fine blond hair at his nape and hoping you didn't just imagine the shiver that ran down his spine. "I do have a great teacher."

His pretty blue eyes locked onto yours and you couldn't look away even if you wanted to (which you absolutely didn't). You'd been reading about moments like that ever since you were a kid, alone in your room with nothing better to do than drown yourself in overly sappy fanfiction until 2 AM, so you knew all about the magnetism, the butterflies, the invisible string tying two lovers together by fate, but it was just a fantasy, a pipe dream, something to yearn for when the loneliness became too much. Never in a million years did you imagine you would ever feel like that.

And yet you did. You felt it in your whole body, coursing through your veins like liquid fire, and when JJ started to lean in, you didn't hesitate to meet him halfway. It wasn't your first kiss -that happened two years ago when you were still living in Rhode Island, during a rare party you actually got invited to and with a pretty girl in your class- but it was the first that set every single one of your nerves alight. He held you tighter against him as your hands moved to cup his face, letting him deepen the kiss with a tilt of his head and the soft swipe of his tongue against your lips. You never thought you'd find yourself in the middle of a make out session in broad daylight and in full view of everyone on the beach but there you were, not giving a single shit about who was watching. All you cared about was memorizing every detail about the way he kissed you, the feel of his mouth on yours and the heat of his palms against your thighs, the rough touch of drying saltwater on his skin under your thumbs and that little noise he made low in his throat when you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist. You could've kissed him for hours (holy shit did you want to do that) and never run out of new idiosyncrasies to notice.

You pulled back some glorious time later with a breathless smile and swollen lips, heart racing against your ribcage and forehead pressed to JJ's as he smiled back, an endearing pink flushed across his face. 

"I've wanted to do that for a while." His quiet admission made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire and you leaned down to kiss him once again, no longer able to deny yourself the happiness you longed for for years now that you'd had a taste; he returned the kiss and you laughed against his mouth as he spun you around before gently setting you on your feet in the surf, his forgotten board -thankfully still tethered to your ankle- bumping into your legs with every wave.

"Me, too." 

"Good." He shot you a smile that make you weak in the knees and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, then it was his turn to lean down to press his lips to yours.

After that day, life was practically a dream. You had the greatest friends you could've asked for, your family was the happiest you'd ever seen them, and you had a boyfriend. A loyal, affectionate, chaotic boyfriend who somehow managed to keep you on your toes while being your guiding light all at once and you wondered how you got so lucky that a boy as wonderful as JJ wanted little old you, with all of your insecurities and shattered edges and tendencies to push people away when they got too close.

You told him that one day as you laid together on your bed, sharing lazy kisses in the warm late-summer sun streaming in through your window while Fleetwood Mac played quietly from your phone resting on the nightstand. Fall was in the air and with it came cool breezes and that nagging fear in the back of your mind that screamed none of it would last. It was the first time you cried in front of him -in front of anyone other than your sister- and he held you tight to his chest, hand running soothingly over your back as you let everything out in one massive, embarrassing flood of years of pent-up emotions. 

Another thing your boyfriend was good at, you found out, was comfort. He didn't say anything as he hugged you close but he didn't need to, the fact that he was simply there and listening was all you needed from him. You spent your whole life living in the shadows until then, when he made you feel seen, heard, and important, validated, all without saying a single word and after your tears had run dry and you pulled your face away from his damp shirt, you killed that urge to flee and buried it so deep you hoped you'd never find it again. 

That day, you poured out your heart for the first time to a person you knew in your very bones you could trust and received nothing but unconditional acceptance in return. JJ took you as you were, flaws and metaphorical scars, dark secrets and past mistakes, and you weren't quite fifteen yet but you wondered if that spark you felt in your blood when he kissed you was love.

It was less than a week later when he showed up at your door late at night, bruised and bloody, and the thrill of a clandestine meeting in your room faded the second you saw the small, pained smile he sent your way. Daisy, swapping roles with you for once, distracted your parents so you could sneak him upstairs like she did with Kelce practically every week and only when you were both safely hidden away in your room did you speak, keeping your voice as soft as your touch against his bruised cheek. "What happened?"

You cried in front of him for the second time when he finally answered, after you cleaned him up with the first aid kit your mom always kept under your bathroom sink and helped him change into some of your dad's old clothes your sister swiped from the laundry room ("if you need anything, just text me, 'k?" she said and you sent her a grateful smile before she left, quietly shutting the door behind her.). JJ was your echo as he spilled all his secrets, too, bringing his demons out of the deep blue darkness and into your golden daylight where they slowly burned to ash, little by little. You held him close, your legs tangled together and his head pillowed on your chest, and you ran your fingers through his hair over and over until he talked himself hoarse and his hands loosened their white-knuckled grip on your sweatshirt. 

Words had never been your strong suit so you let your actions speak for you and gently wiped the tears from his cheeks with your thumbs, leaning down to press your lips to his forehead, then his closed eyelids, his nose, all over his face until there was no inch you hadn't kissed other than his mouth; you saved that for last, letting each delicate touch linger against his slightly chapped lips like bright beacons of light guiding him through a storm in hopes that he'll make it to shore.

"You'll always be safe with me." 

You whispered it into his hair sometime later, through swollen lips that hurt in the best possible way and you felt his slow smile into the curve of your neck, his reply coming in the form of a soft and feather-light kiss against your heated skin. You fell asleep that night with your boyfriend wrapped up in your arms, safe and warm and far away from the father who hurt him in more ways than one. 

Your parents, on the other hand, loved JJ so much to the point you thought they'd adopt him if they could, especially your dad. They were constantly inviting him over for dinner, fishing trips, movie nights: you name it, your parents wanted him there, and you were pretty sure he was spending even more time at your place than at John B's. He won the 'favorite boyfriend' category by default because Kelce barely made the 'tolerated' list, much to your and Daisy's amusement. 

Despite that fact though, you still snuck JJ out your window that morning to meet him at the front door just as your mother was leaving for her shift at the hospital. Rebekah greeted him with her customary hug before touching his bruised cheek with a gentle hand and concern in her eyes.  

"What happened, hon?" 

He shrugged, expertly bullshitting some excuse about defending your honor when one of Kelce's friends started going off about how good your ass looked and it instantly appeased your dad, who reached over to clap your boyfriend on the shoulder.

"Good job, kid." Bill said with a pleased grin, then kissed his wife goodbye and headed back down the hall toward the living room. "Hear that, Daisy? Your boy needs to get better friends!"

"Dad!"

"Even better, just get a better boy in general!"

As your father and sister squabbled, your mother pulled you both into another fierce hug and whispered "You always have a place here," before she headed out the door; JJ looked a bit stunned at Rebekah's words and you reached over to give his hand a gentle squeeze, smiling softly when he slowly did it back.

Your parents weren't stupid. They knew your boyfriend didn't come from the best of homes but they loved him anyway, showering him in ordinary, everyday affection they knew he rarely got. You noticed it more and more as the months passed: your dad always asking him for help fixing Daisy's clunker of a car when it broke down and both would come inside with grease-stained hands and easy smiles, your mom keeping all the first aid kits fully stocked and hugging him a little tighter when he looked a little worse for wear, both of them making sure he was fed and safe and cared for like he deserved. Even Daisy had a penchant for leaving snacks on your bed like some sort of food fairy and offering to give rides to the beach or the Chateau, especially after she finally dumped Kelce and had, as she said, 'nothing better to do.'

And you? You fell harder each passing day, each moment you spent with him, each kiss that made your veins hum with white hot lightning. Of course, your friends teased you mercilessly but neither of you really minded, knowing that each joke was born pure joy at seeing you both together and happy (though you never missed an opportunity to be extra affectionate in front of everyone as revenge.). JJ continued to teach you how to surf until you could hold your own with the rest of the pogues and when you turned fifteen in late spring, they gave you the surprise of your life in the form of your very own board.

You stared in shock at the sea foam green board propped in the sand beside your friends,' gaping like a fish out of water as they all screamed "happy birthday, Y/N!" at the top of their lungs.

"You...you guys -are you for real?" You reached out to run your fingers over the smooth epoxy surface, the mounting pressure behind your eyes becoming harder and harder to ignore when you caught sight of your friends' identical bright grins. What did you do to deserve them?

"We figured it was time you had your own board instead of that shitty hand me down," John B said, ruffling your hair with brotherly affection that made your heart feel full. Pope nodded enthusiastically and added, "You're gonna improve so much with this -not that you weren't already, I mean!"

"She's already good 'cause she has me for a teacher," JJ said with an overexaggerated wink as he pulled you closer and planted a kiss on your cheek. "Taught her everything she knows."

"Oh, please, you just wanted to mack-"

"Taught her how to make out-"

"What they all mean to say, Y/N," Kiara interrupted, sending the boys a pointed look, then gave your shoulder a quick squeeze, "is that we love you. That word won't kill you guys to say, you know."

"I-I love you guys, too. All of you." You admitted thickly, hastily wiping away the tears you just realized were slipping down your face. It didn't scare you to say it. You didn't feel the urge to run or pretend you didn't care for them as much as they cared for you 'cause you loved your friends like you loved your sister, your parents, and the thought filled you with joy instead of terror. "I don't know how to thank you."

You suddenly found yourself in the middle of a colossal group hug, laughing and crying at the same time as four pairs of arms all tried to wrap around you at once.  "How about you start by getting out there and showing us what you're made of?" John B said with a nod toward the ocean and you wiggled your way out of the tangle of limbs, darting forward to pull your new board from the sand.  

"Come on, slowpokes," You called over your shoulder as you jogged toward the water, "You aren't gonna let the newbie have all the fun, right?"

The water was a bit too chilly for surfing but the five of you dove in anyway and you grinned so hard you were sure your face would split in two when you nailed your first wave to the rest of the pogues' cheers. You all surfed until the cold was too much to bear before packing up and heading back to your house, where you spent the rest of your birthday surrounded by all of the people you'd ever loved, making s'mores around the campfire in your backyard. 

"I meant what I said earlier." You blurted when JJ was the only one around to hear it, the others already headed inside for the night. The two of you laid together on a blanket beside the dying fire as you stared up at the stars and when you spoke, he tore his gaze from the sky to focus on you, one eyebrow raised in the cutest confused expression you'd ever seen.

"Meant what?"

Maybe it was the look in those pretty blue eyes of his or the feel of his fingers running through your hair or your brain remembering every single moment you'd ever shared with him all at once but something screamed at you to say those words, the ones you'd been thinking about saying to his face for a long time. Though you'd already said them earlier, this time was different -so, so different- and you took a deep breath, fighting away the nerves that made your hand tremble as you cupped his face and ran your thumb over his cheekbone.

"I love you."

The funny thing about words: once they're out in the air, there's no taking them back. These words, though? You never wanted to take them back. Ever. 

"I love you, too."

It wasn't like the movies. Fireworks didn't go off, the world didn't stop spinning on its axis, nothing magically clicked into place, but you did feel the most wonderful warmth you could ever imagine slowly sinking into your bones when he said it back, the soft smile on his flushed face snatching the very breath from your lungs. He loved you. You loved him. It was simple, uncomplicated, effortless and you smiled into his kiss with the moon and stars as your witnesses. 

Summer came again, setting you and Kiara free from the hell known as the kook academy and its rich kid hierarchy and the two of you ran wild -from sunrise to sunset- with your boys at your sides, like birds escaping their cages or horses let loose in the grasslands, untamed and thirsty for adventure. It had only just begun and yet you already knew it was the best summer of your life. 

Your dad, a man able to make friends with a rock, struck up a camaraderie with Sarah's father of all people during a deep sea fishing trip and snagged five invitations to some fancy party called Midsummers. 

Kiara nearly had a coronary when you shared the news, her face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Oh, thank God!" She breathed, sitting up on her towel and pushing her sunglasses up onto her forehead. "Maybe I'll actually have a good time for once."

The two of you were relaxing on the beach, taking a break while the boys surfed and you turned away from admiring your boyfriend's bare back to look her in the eye. "So what you're saying is-"

"-it fucking sucks. Just..." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "a bunch of bourgeoise pigs throwing a party to stroke their overinflated egos."

You groaned and flopped back onto your towel, throwing your arm over your eyes. "Great, a night of rich people being rich people."

Kiara laughed and reached over to grab a bottle of water from the cooler. "You have no idea."

Despite her misgivings, the party wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. Sure, the general stench of opulence and wasted money -so much wasted money- was overbearing and quite frankly disgusting but you did your best to ignore it, focusing instead on having a great time with two of your best friends, making fun of the kooks and sneaking liquor when the adults weren't looking. One of those friends happened to be your boyfriend and you found it very, very hard to keep your eyes off him in that suit of his, with his hair slicked back in just the right way that made your knees weak; JJ couldn't stop staring at you either and you'd lost count of how many times you glanced over to find him already looking at you, something you'd never seen before behind his gaze. You wanted -needed- to find out what it was and you were hoping you would tonight, even if you didn't exactly know how. 

"Why don't you two take a picture? It'll last longer." Kiara said sarcastically and you flicked your eyes down to your lap, smoothing a non-existent wrinkle in your deep green dress to hide your embarrassment. What was it about that damn suit that made you feel so flustered?

"You know me, Kie," JJ replied, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the dance floor. "I like to live in the moment." He grinned down at you and you couldn't help smiling back, giggling as he twirled you under his arm before pulling you close, resting his other hand low on your back.

"I didn't know you were such a good dancer," You said, letting him lead you in a simple waltz across the cool grass. 

"Well, I'm not but I might've spent the last week practicing with your sister while Kie distracted you." He admitted casually, shooting a thumbs up over your shoulder and you turned to find Daisy grinning in your direction as she swayed with some guy (Daniel, you thought, or maybe Deke? You weren't sure.) you'd seen hanging around the pool a few times. 'You're welcome,' She mouthed before spinning under her partner's arm, her wine-colored dress fanning out around her legs and you smiled wider, twirling back into your boyfriend's embrace and surging up onto your tiptoes to press your lips to his.

He dipped you low as he returned your kiss, grinning against your mouth when you flung your arms around his neck in surprise, your fingers holding tight to the collar of his suit jacket. "You did all that for me?" You asked once your feet were firmly back on the ground and your heart skipped a beat as his hands brushed the skin exposed by the low-cut back of your dress. 

"Anything for you, Y/N." 

Later, after dancing until your shoes started to dig uncomfortably into your toes, the two of you snuck down to the beach, your heels in your hands and two stolen drinks in JJ's. You felt a bit guilty ditching Kiara but from the wink she sent your way as you passed by, you were pretty sure she didn't really mind. The sand was cool on your legs through the thin layers of your skirt and yet you felt nothing but warm, both from his arm around your shoulders and the alcohol burning down your throat.

"Shit," You coughed, regretting following your boyfriend's example by knocking the whole thing back at once and playfully jabbing your elbow in his side when he outright laughed at your struggle. "I'm not used to drinking straight...whatever this is." 

"It's bourbon, babe." He took the glass from your hand and set it aside before tucking you closer against him to ward off the slight chill of the mellow ocean breeze. "Don't worry, I still love you even if you can't take shots."

"Ha ha. Love you, too, you jerk." You rested your head on his shoulder after they stopped shaking with laughter, perfectly happy to sit in silence together and watch the waves crash against the shore. A pleasant tingle flooded through your body after the bourbon finally stopped burning and you realized you liked the feeling, even if it paled in comparison to the high you reached when he kissed you, when he ran his hand through your hair, when he made it crystal clear you were loved. 

"Hey, Y/N?"

JJ's voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you shifted your head to look up at him, hooking one of your ankles around his. "Yeah?"

"Gimme your hand."

You obliged, your confusion slowly melting away into something more closely resembling pure, unadulterated affection as he tied a bracelet around your wrist. And not just any bracelet, you noticed when you brought it closer to your face to examine it in the dim, distant light of the party: this one was obviously, beautifully handmade, woven with threads in shades of green, blue, and tan and tied off with two green beads on each end. You ran your thumb over a spot where the intricate motif was just a little messed up and smiled when JJ looked embarrassed, the tips of his ears turning red.

"Yeah, sorry about that, I was in a hurry and fucked up the pattern," He confessed sheepishly, spinning a similar bracelet around his own wrist. "I was gonna give it to you on your birthday but I kind of underestimated how long it took to make-"

"It's perfect." You interrupted, tackling him onto the sand with your arms around his neck as you pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, leaving a bright red lipstick mark behind. "I love it. I love you."

The smile he sent you was one of unabashed relief and he slid his fingers into your hair to pull you down for another kiss. "I love you, too."

For awhile after that, you let your lips do the talking in a different way and you made out on the beach for -surprisingly- only the second time until you rolled onto your back and accidentally got a little sand in your underwear (he laughed at that but you immediately got your revenge by stuffing a handful down the front of his shirt). You snuck back to the party hand in hand to drop off the forgotten glasses and wave a quick goodbye to Kiara, who just smirked at your smudged lipstick and the golden crown of leaves sitting crooked on your head, before walking toward your house a mile down the road. Well, JJ walked, you hitched a ride on his back when he wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Babe, your feet hurt and you have sand in your ass. No way in hell I'm letting you walk."

You just smiled against his shoulder and let him carry you the rest of the way to your house and then even up the stairs to your room as you fired off a text to Daisy letting her know where you disappeared to. She sent 'check your dresser, thank me later' with a winking emoji back and you felt your face get hot when you caught sight of the small box tucked into the corner of the drawer, quickly placing the phone facedown on your bedside table before tossing your shoes onto the floor by your closet and carefully pulling the crown from your messy hair.

"Thanks for the ride, my feet and ass are in your debt."

"Let's make out again and I'll consider that debt paid."

You laughed but gave in 'cause hell, you really wanted to keep making out, too. You pushed JJ backwards until his knees hit your bed and you ended up on his lap, your hands pushing the suit jacket off his shoulders as you leaned down to kiss him. He slid the pins from your hair one by one until it fell around your face and he tangled his fingers in it, pulling your head back so he could trail his lips down the sensitive skin of your neck and you gasped, pausing in the middle of trying to undo the bowtie around his neck.

Something shifted in the air then and you knew that once you took that next step, there'd be no turning back but you were ready to meet it head on as you finished with his tie and tossed it behind you, then started on the buttons of his shirt. That look from earlier was in his eyes again and you nodded, smiling in anticipation when you finally understood what it meant and he languidly slipped one of the straps of your dress off your shoulder. 

You bared your body like you bared your soul and soon there was no part of you that he didn't know. You learned every part of him, too and together you brought each other to a high you'd never felt before. It wasn't perfect, of course, but it was perfect to you: every awkward, beautiful touch, when you breathed his name like that for the first time, the way your hands clutched his hair like a lifeline. You were burning up from the inside out, every single nerve on fire and blazing brilliantly under your heated skin and you'd never felt more alive when you came undone in his arms.

In the afterglow, you laid wrapped up together like the woven bracelets you both wore, JJ's fingers steadily tracing the curve of your bare hip as yours soothed the darkening red mark you'd left behind on his neck. The fairy lights strung above your bed cast soft, welcoming shadows all around, highlighting that wonderful look in his eyes, open and awed and oh so loving and you knew your gaze held the same.

"I'm, I-" He started, then shook his head and leaned down to place a lingering kiss on your cheek. "I just -shit."

"Whoa, you're speechless," You teased, sweeping a wayward strand of sweaty blond hair away from his forehead. "Guess I really blew your mind, huh?"

"Fucking fried it." He shook his head again with the dopiest, dreamiest smile you'd ever seen and you giggled as he pulled you closer, calloused palm flat against the small of your back. "I'm so fucking in love with you. Straight up head over heels, babe." 

You smiled even wider at his words and how they ignited that flame burning inside you once again. "Good thing I'm fucking head over heels, hopelessly in love with you, too." You replied and pushed him back onto the bed, swinging a leg over his thighs so you were the one on top this time. "And I'm gonna blow your damn mind again."

You weren't sure what you expected life to be like after you had sex for the first time. You'd always heard it was this momentous occasion, that you'd suddenly feel like a real woman or whatever stupid label society came up with to further control girls and their sexuality but honestly, you still felt like the same person. All those rom-coms and their jokes about having that look after getting laid were total and complete bullshit, you realized; to you, sex was just a different, more intimate way to show your love and you just happened to like showing it often (and luckily JJ did, too). You flaunted it in other ways, too, his bandanas tied in your hair and shirts in your closet, your necklaces resting against his collarbone and bracelets you learned to make around his wrists, but there was nothing like the marks you left on each other's skin -necks, inner arms, hipbones- when you were alone together in the dark.

Life went on. Months flew by and things were nearly perfect for you: great friends, good grades, a wonderful relationship with your loving boyfriend. The girl of your past, the one who kept to herself and avoided anything that had to do with being vulnerable like the plague was dead and gone and in her place was the person you always wanted to be. You were happy -ridiculously, deliriously happy- sixteen and so in love with the life you built that you'd almost forgotten about your mom's tendency to relocate your family every few years; that nagging thought was still in the back of your mind but you refused to let it control your life with fear of losing everything -everyone- you'd come to love.

But you knew how the saying went: the bigger you are, the harder you fall.

The higher you climb on an unstable mountain, the more it hurts when it inevitably crumbles beneath you. 

Your mountain didn't just crumble: it was violently torn apart, ripped into pieces by a devastating earthquake, a destructive landslide caused by the one person who promised she wouldn't hurt you anymore but the catalyst that unintentionally set it in motion came from someone you never expected: your sister.

Daisy graduated from the kook academy and got accepted into her dream school, UCLA, alongside her boyfriend Daniel (see, you knew his name wasn't Deke) but you didn't think too much of it. After all, you knew that day would come eventually, the day your big sister would head off to college and leave you, her shadow, behind but the thought didn't fill you with dread like it used to. You had friends, a found family to soothe the inescapable sting of the Daisy-shaped hole in your heart and keep your spirits high when she hopped on that plane to California in the fall.

You still had the summer though and you made it count, days spent with your friends and nights spent with your sister, doing all the things you used to do together when you were little; watching movies, playing games, making a total mess in the kitchen when you baked batches and batches of cookies that had both your boyfriend and hers always hanging around like dogs begging for scraps. You and Daisy started putting them to work the second they ate two dozen snickerdoodles by themselves (Daniel was an excellent cook while JJ was a total disaster) and those nights always ended with the four of you squished together on the couch, wrapped in blankets and cookies and warmth while a scary movie played on in the background. 

The day before Daisy left for LA, you met your parents and sister at The Wreck for what you thought would be your last family dinner until Thanksgiving break but it turned out you were the only one who believed that. You should've known something was wrong the second your dad didn't even make a joke about your friends dropping you off in John B's rust bucket of a van or when JJ pulled you back in for a kiss that was just a little bit too risque for the public eye (You'd laughed when John B and Pope both pretended to gag and just kissed him harder, not giving a single shit about who saw, even your parents.). You should've known when your mother's smile was a little strained or when your sister wouldn't meet your eyes. You should've known but you stupidly didn't see the signs and that made Rebekah's words so much harder to swallow.

"We're moving to California."

You dropped the loaded nacho in your hand back onto your plate as you stared at her, gaping like a fish. "E-Excuse me but what the actual fuck?"

"Language, Y/N." 

"I don't give a shit about my language, Mom, I give a shit about the fact that you broke your promise!" You hissed, roughly pushing your plate away and almost knocking your glass of water over. 

"Sweetheart-"

"You promised." 

Your mother winced at the tightness of your voice and how you snatched your clenched fist out from under her hand. "I know, dear, but I couldn't pass on this offer and I know how much you're going to miss your sister-"

"Yeah, I'll miss Daisy but I don't want to move across the country just to be near her! God, let her be her own person for once!"

"Y/N-"

"And what about me, huh? I'm happy here! This is my home! I have friends, a boyfriend -I'm not leaving!"

"Honey, I understand you're upset-"

"Do you?" You interrupted your dad with a bitter laugh, fighting the tears you felt pricking at your eyes. "Do you understand what you're forcing me to lose?"

Bill looked away as Kiara arrived with your food and set the plates down in awkward silence. You gave her a tight smile when she quickly patted your back and then returned to the kitchen, sending you a concerned glance over her shoulder before she disappeared through the double doors and you turned to face Daisy. 

"Day, did you know?" Your sister avoiding your sudden, sharp gaze was all the answer you needed and your heart dropped like an anchor, weighing heavy on your stomach. You felt sick. You felt furious. But most of all, you felt betrayed.  

Suddenly, the sight of your favorite meal in front of you wasn't so appetizing anymore and you abruptly stood, your chair scraping roughly against the floor. Heads turned to look in your direction but you ignored their curious stares as you snarled with all the venom you could muster across the table at your mother, "I knew I never should've trusted a word you said."

You turned away from her hurt expression -the sheer audacity she had, acting like she was the one whose heart was shattering- and ran out the front door of The Wreck before anyone could stop you, pretending not to hear their voices calling after your retreating back. You didn't know where your feet were taking you but you really didn't care, just as long as it was far, far away from your family.

You ran until your aching legs forced you to stop and you doubled over, hands on your thighs as you tried to catch your breath and it wasn't until you saw the water dripping onto the sidewalk beneath you did you realize you were crying. Footsteps slowed to a stop beside you and your braced yourself to hear Daisy's apology or worse, your mother's, but got Kiara's winded voice instead.

"Did you ever think about doing cross country? 'Cause holy shit," She gasped with her hands on her hips. "You can run." 

Despite feeling like your whole fucking world was falling apart around you, you still managed a snort of laughter at your friend's remark and eagerly returned her embrace when she wrapped her arms around your shoulders, burying your face against her neck. She held you as you cried, running a soothing hand up and down your back until the rest of your friends pulled up in the Volkswagen and you found yourself crying on a different shoulder, one you knew better than your own. 

The white hot fury had left your body and now all you felt was numb. Numb and empty and hollow as you quietly explained everything on the ride back to the Chateau, avoiding your friends' sympathetic stares by playing with a loose thread at the bottom of JJ's shirt. He ran a hand through your hair while you leaned against him and you let his touch slowly bleed life back into your heart. 

"You're not leaving, okay? My parents love you so you can stay with me." Kiara declared later as you all lounged around the bonfire, passing a joint back and forth.

"Or me. My dad would probably let you stay if you helped out around the shop," Pope piped up, handing it over to you without taking a drag as John B added, "Me, too. We have an extra room."

"Tijuana's always nice, too, babe." JJ suggested, grabbing your hand holding the joint and bringing it to his mouth so he could take a hit. "Just a thought."

You smiled softly and took your own hit, slowly blowing smoke into the air. "You guys are the best. I doubt my parents'll change their minds...but I guess it wouldn't hurt to try." It would definitely hurt if your desperate bid to stay didn't work but you tried not to think about that and focused instead on having a good time with your friends, forgetting all about your phone that was switched to silent and burning a hole in your purse. 

Later, after the others headed inside for the night and it was just you and JJ left, you were reminded of your fifteenth birthday. You'd laid like you were now, on a blanket under the stars beside a dying fire and you told him you loved him for the first time and as much as it tore you apart to know it might all come to an end, you didn't regret it. You didn't regret befriending Kiara back in eighth grade or letting the pogues become so important to you or falling so hard for the boy holding you in his arms. And right then, all you wanted to do was hold onto that feeling by showing him your love and getting loved in return. 

You propped yourself up on your elbow and leaned down to kiss him, your other hand slipping under his shirt in the flickering glow of the flames and you smiled against his lips when he immediately rolled onto his back so you were on top, his hand doing some exploring of its own under your sundress.  

"I don't want to feel anything but you tonight." You answered the question in his eyes when you broke apart some time later, both breathing heavily with your skirt hitched up over your thighs and his shirt tossed somewhere on the grass behind you. "Please."

"Here?"

You'd never fucked outside before but you figured now would be the perfect time to try and to be honest, you were too impatient to make it to a bed so you nodded, slowly rolling your hips against his. "Right here."

You lost yourself in the ardent touch of his calloused hands with the haze of smoke hanging in the cool night air, letting everything slip away until he was the only thing that remained. He was all you needed, tan skin slick with sweat and mouth searing hot, your nails trailing scratches down his back while your lips left smudged marks of blood red on his face. He took you higher and higher, doing exactly what you asked him to, over and over until you nearly forgot your own name and when you finally came back down, he held you close until your limbs stopped shaking and your heart slowed back to its normal rhythm.

"I don't want to lose you." You admitted quietly into the dark, wiping at a stubborn lipstick stain on the corner of his mouth and your thumb caught on his lip when JJ shook his head, then leaned down to drop a kiss at your hairline.

"You won't."

You wanted to believe him so badly it hurt but you didn't know if you could so instead you threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled him down to press your mouth to his, his cheek, his jawline, everywhere you could reach, drowning yourself in the right now in hopes that the future would never come. 

"I love you, Y/N. Don't you dare forget it." He whispered it against the shell of your ear before trailing his lips down your neck and the light scrape of his teeth on your skin turned your voice into a breathless sigh as you repeated his words into the air, your back arching from the blanket when he hit a particularly sensitive spot and sent electricity racing through your veins. You may have spoken your love softly but you showed it fiercely, each touch a little harder than the last, each kiss a little rougher and together you burned through the dark like a funeral pyre.

Hope was a dangerous thing to feel; it was fragile and delicate, hard to keep but oh so easy to lose for someone like you, a girl who spent her whole life searching for a home, only to have it ripped away when she finally found it. It didn't matter what you said or how much you cried or even when Kiara and her parents advocated on your behalf, your time on the island was up and just like that, whatever hope you had left disappeared into thin air and left you wondering if you'd ever get it back again.

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tagging some mutuals who might be interested: @sinkbeneathwaves​ @jiaraendgame​ @sunnypogue​ @alexa-playafricabytoto​ @maybanks​

[kamilah-the-bloodqueen]

Remember Me (3/??)

So it’s been quite some time since I looked at this series, and I apologize for such a long hiatus but it’s back (Someone reached out to me asking when part 3 would be out so I moved it forward in my WIP queue! Basically Amy starts out with Adrian, and it’s perfect but one day Amy gets into a car accident and doesn’t come out the same. Her memories from the past 5 years of her life - and that includes all the events from BB1 (just roll with it). Just a FYI I will NOT be rewriting the first 2 parts, you’ll just have to deal with the shitty writing for the whole series. Honeymoon is the current WIP I’m working on, followed by a f!Blaine x MC angst one-shot, the cafe part 2 and then the first chapter of my university AU. Please be patient with me, I am under a lot of academic stress but I promise these will be finished. 

Pairing: Adrian x MC x Kamilah (It’s not romantic - just a description...for now)

Warnings: This series does include a serious injury, amnesia

Word Count: 2753 

Tags: (Since it’s been so long if you’d like to be removed just lmk - that being said if you’d like to be added to the tag please let me know) @a-raines @bloodboundstuff f @kamilahtopme

Part One    Part Two 

Amy’s eyes fluttered open, Adrian slouched in the chair beside her, sound asleep she sighed softly, her side sore and tighter than usual as she watched Adrian shift in his gentle slumber. Amy squinted as she tried to recall her memories, frowning as she attempted to make herself more comfortable in the bed. Adrian slowly moved, rubbing his eyes and smiling at Amy as he stood to make two cups of coffee.

“Good Morning Amy…” He spoke softly, lovingly. It almost felt familiar to Amy, something about the way he said it resonated with her. She flashed a smile at him, her eyes lighting up as he brought her a cup of coffee, perfectly made the way she always liked it. 

Adrian is very sweet, I could see how I would have fallen for him. His heart is made of gold, and he is the cinnamon roll that Lily said he was and...and I’m breaking his heart...me...Amy, just a regular girl...I’m breaking his heart because I don’t remember anything...oh...

Amy felt her heart break just a little - she couldn’t force herself to love Adrian and he certainly didn’t deserve this pain, but the spark between them was extinguished in that accident. Amy drew a deep breath, catching the scent of the cooled coffee cup in her hands, she shakily held it to her lips, spilling a small amount on her lap as Adrian rushed to grab napkins. He gently placed them down, patting the sheet dry as Amy felt her heart skip a beat. She let out a breath as Adrian sat down, slowly drinking his own coffee. 

“Thank you Adrian, you’re a good friend.” Amy spoke softly, barely a whisper as Adrian grinned, his eyes sparkling in the dimly lit room. He paused before sipping his coffee, his heart dropping as he replayed Amy’s words silently. 

Good friend. Good friend. Over and over again. Good friend. She doesn’t love me anymore, is there any chance she’ll come back to me? 

��Adrian? Are you alright?” Amy tapped him on the shoulder, a concerned look written on her face as Adrian nodded slowly. 

“Yes, my apologies, I just...need a moment. I’ll be right back.” Adrian stood quickly, nearly sprinting out the door as Amy tilted her head in confusion. Adrian shut the door, leaning his whole body against it as he let a tear fall from his eyes. He pulled his phone out, immediately opening his camera roll as he replayed forgotten memories- memories Amy had promised to never forget. He slid down the door, his legs losing strength as he dove deeper into the past she had forgotten. He pulled out a small package of tissues, quickly replacing them with his sleeves as tears flooded his face and the floor. He choked as he stumbled upon a picture of them together in the moonlight, Amy smiling on his back as he had carried her through Central Park that night. He watched videos of Amy dancing, singing and saying ‘I love you’ to him, all recent. He rested his head against the door, looking into the lights as he clenched his jaw, reaching into his pocket to pull out the engagement ring that had lost all of its purpose. 

“Amy...goddammit Amy...I should have been with you that night...I should have driven you myself.” He stood back up, adjusting his suit and tie and wiping his face clear, re-entering the room as Amy sat quietly, gazing out the window. 

“Is something wrong Adrian?” Amy turned to him with that always curious look in her eyes, he took a quiet seat next to her before smiling. 

“No, but I have something to tell you.” Amy pursed her lips as Adrian pulled the velvet box from his pocket, gently handing it to her and letting her open it. She gasped and closed the box before handing it back to Adrian as he smiled, a tear slowly flowing down his face. “I was going to propose to you that night…before the accident happened...” 

“Adrian…I...I’m sorry…” Amy interrupted, Adrian holding the box tightly as he forced a smile. 

“It’s okay Amy. It’s not your fault…” His voice was calming but Amy could sense the broken in him, she could see the heartbreak in his posture and his face. 

“I...I just don’t...I don’t feel that way anymore...I’m sorry…I...those memories...I don’t...” Amy cried softly, Adrian placing a gentle hand over hers as he closed the box, placing it back in his jacket. 

“Don’t worry about it, our relationship is probably one of the last of your worries. I just thought you should know. I am sorry if I crossed a line Amy...I...I love-” Adrian clenched his jaw, Amy brows furrowing as she averted his broken gaze, “I have to go to my office, but...I’ll be back to visit you either tonight or tomorrow. Get some rest Amy.” He stood, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he found the strength to compose himself before he walked out of the hospital room. 

Amy stared out the window, her eyes welling with tears as she tried to comprehend the situation, to be empathic to Adrian and to herself. Amy got so lost in the web of thoughts and worries that she didn’t even notice Lily open the door.

“Hey Ames.” Lily slowly shut the door, a cheeky smile on her face as she laid a collection of electronics in front of Amy. Amy’s eyes fell on the nintendo switch as Lily beamed with excitement, Lily setting up her laptop so Amy could see the screen.

“I thought you could use some fun today, I bought movies and some video games.” Amy’s eyes crinkled at Lily, before using her one hand to pick up one of the switch controls. Lily took the other control in her hands as she started mario kart, adjusting the controls so it would be a fair game. 

“Thank you Lily...now I’m going to blow smoke up your ass.” The beeping to start the race went off as Amy gassed her bike, Lily gasping as she took off too. Amy laughed, throwing a red shell and taking first place as Lily slowly made her way up from 12th to 2nd. 

“I’m right on your ass now Amy.” Lily hit the buttons more aggressively as Amy laughed, leaving a banana and screwing Lily’s position up.

“Fuck!” Lily set the remote down as Amy crossed the finish line, taking first place. “I see you haven’t lost your touch.” Lily laughed as she set up the next race.

“No. Never. Luckily I still reign champion when it comes to Mario Kart.” Amy nodded her head in pride before they played another race, and another. They lost track of time, Lily’s alarm pulling them from their entertainment as Lily looked at Amy, feeling as if she had her best friend back once more. Amy caught Lily’s gaze, both of them happier today than they had both been in the past few days. A soft knock on the door pulled them both out of their moment, Jax’s soothing voice ringing from the other side as he slid the door open slowly. 

“Jax!” Amy’s voice squeaked as Jax put a hand over his heart.

“You guys are racing without me….I’m wounded...having a stroke…” The room filled with laughter as Jax took a switch remote and sat next to Amy on the other side. “Now I’ll have to whoop both of you for leaving me out!” Jax smirked as Lily adjusted her glasses. 

“Oh it’s on!” Lily cracked her knuckles as Amy laughed, raising a brow at both of them as the countdown began. 

“I’m injured, my memory is missing and yet I’m still going to wreck both of you!” Amy tapped her fingers against the controller as the race started, all three of them battling for first place with red shells and bananas. 

“I’ve got it! Oh! ....Fuck!” Amy screamed as a NPC threw a red shell and took first place. All three of them gasping and laughing at their loss to a NPC, Lily exiting to the home screen as Jax and Amy handed her the remotes.

“Geeze. Don’t let Kamilah know I got smoked this badly...” Jax rubbed the back of his neck as Lily took the remotes, put them in her bag and plugged the switch in for a charge. Jax fiddled with his hands as Lily sat back down, asking Amy if she needed anything. 

“I can’t believe we lost to an NPC...this is the end of my career.” Jax chuckled under his breath as Amy rolled her eyes before laughing too. Jax relaxed back into his chair as Amy shut her eyes gently, Lily brewing the group some tea after all of the excitement. 

“Hey Jax...Lily can I ask?” Amy mumbled softly, Lily turning to face her as Jax lifted his head up.

“Of course.” Jax placed a gentle hand on Amy’s shoulder, his soft eyes fixated on hers as she smiled. 

“What’s Kamilah like?” 

Silence. Jax and Lily gave each other looks before Jax cleared his throat. 

“She can be cold if she wants to be, she’s...quite mysterious but she opened up a lot with us, although I don’t know the details of your personal relationship with her. I...I’m not entirely sure how to describe her to you but she wouldn’t refuse your questions Amy, especially given the current circumstances. Why do you ask us?” Jax furrowed his brows as Amy felt a blush creep onto her face, Lily catching the pink cheeks in the corner of her eye. 

“Nothing, just curious to know what my friends were like…” Amy stared down at the blanket as Jax’s phone buzzed in his pants. 

Friends. Friends. Friends. Of course Lily and Jax were Amy’s friends, but Adrian? Kamilah? She felt something towards both of them. She didn’t carry the same feelings Adrian had for her - and they were far from the intensity he felt for her. He made her feel so safe and secure - and his nurturing nature would make any girl fall in love and Amy could sense something there, even if it was small. And Kamilah? There was something radiant about her to Amy, something about her presence that brings Amy a sense of tranquility that she doesn’t feel with Adrian. She didn’t know her but Amy felt herself infatuated with wanting to know Kamilah, wanting to spend time with her and just talk to her. Jax’s panicked voice brought Amy out of her head as Lily placed a calming hand on her shoulder - having watched Amy go through the whole thought process. 

“Nikhil-” His face changed from content to concerned as a muffled voice rang through, “I’m-I’m on my way.” Jax rushed over to Lily, whispering as Lily’s face grew concerned. They exchanged silent whispers as Amy tilted her head, wondering what it could be about. 

“Amy...I have to go...it’s a uh...work emergency..., will you be alright?” Jax squeezed her hand before hastily rushing out the door. 

“Amy...do you...do you have feelings for Kamilah?” Amy’s heart jumped at Lily’s voice, her face turning pink as Lily slowly took a seat beside her, her face full of curiosity.

“I...I don’t know! I-” Amy reached her hand up to cover her face as Lily gently pulled her hand away, giving Amy a reassuring look. Another knock on the door startled both of them as Lily rushed to open it, Kamilah stepping through the threshold. Amy felt her heart speed up, her palms growing sweaty as Kamilah came closer and closer to her. Her maroon suit perfectly fitted, her hair practically shining as her eye softened upon meeting Amy’s. 

“How are you feeling Amy?” Kamilah's voice was like music to Amy’s ears, it was smooth and silky yet firm and commanding, Amy’s heart pounding so loudly she thought Kamilah would hear it. She swallowed the lump in her throat as Kamilah gave a more concerned look to Amy. Amy thought she’d faint as Kamilah placed her palm against her forehead, her fingers rubbing small circles as she asked Lily to get some water. 

“Thank you for visiting Kamilah...I really appreciate it…” Amy whispered softly, Kamilah smiled, her usual exterior melting for a moment before Lily returned with the water. Lily paused before setting the water down on the table next to Amy, her eyes scanning between Kamilah and Amy and the odd sexual tension that lingered throughout the room. 

“I uh...gotta blast!” Lily squealed and dashed out the door, unsure of how to deal with the situation. Kamilah blinked twice, shocked as Amy furrowed her brows before returning to Kamilah. 

“I wonder what that was all about…” Kamilah pursed her lips as Amy shakily reached for the glass, her heart nearly beating out of her chest. She gripped the cup and brought it to her lips, Kamilah watching subtly as Amy spilled some on herself by accident. 

“Amy, here...let me help you…” Kamilah rushed to grab a few napkins from the counter as Amy’s face flushed red, when Kamilah placed her delicate hands on her lap where the water was spilled Amy thought she was going to have a heart attack. Kamilah lifted her hand, gesturing towards the water as Amy shook her head. Kamilah picked the glass up and gently placed it against Amy’s lips, tilting it back so she could drink. Kamilah tried not to stare but she couldn’t help herself but to watch Amy’s lips against the rim of the glass.

“Had enough?” Kamilah brought the nearly empty glass back down, perching herself on the chair next to Amy as Amy wiped her mouth. 

“Yes...thank you…” Amy mumbled, she shifted her eyes to the floor to avoid Kamilah’s eyes, a gaze that would make Amy question her feelings more than she already was. 

Kamilah cleared her throat, her hands slipping into her pockets before she sat forward, placing her hand over Amy’s. 

“Amy, everything will be alright. You have all of us at your side and we will get you whatever you need.” Amy smiled at her gesture, Kamilahs stoic expression that Lily had spoken of was nowhere to be found. Amy nodded in silence, enjoying the comforting touch of the older woman. She must’ve dozed off because she awoke later in an empty room, a small letter placed beside her as she rubbed her eyes. 

Amy,

Many apologies for running out so soon. An urgent matter needed to be handled and I could not address it from the seat beside you. I’ll return to visit you as soon as this matter is taken care of. Feel free to text or call if you need anything. My number is already saved in your phone. 

~Kamilah Sayeed

Amy smiled at the heartwarming note, maybe Kamilah wasn’t as cold and stoic as Lily had previously told her. She took in a deep breath as the doctor opened the door, clipboard in hand as he ran through the tedious checklists to ensure Amy was properly recovering. 

---------------------- Adrian’s Office ------------------------------

Kamilah, how late are you working tonight? 

Not much longer Adrian, just a few things to finish up here. Do you need something?

I could use some of your advice, and company. 

Of course brother. I’m sure the current situation has been exhausting among other things for you. 

Thank you Kamilah, I’ll see you shortly?

Yes.

Adrian leaned back in his leather chair as it gently squeaked, his suit wrinkling as he removed his tie from his neck and tossed it to the side. He turned his gaze towards the ceiling, his shoulders falling - a single tear falling from his face. He took a tissue from his desk and uselessly wiped away as his face became flooded with them, the teardrops staining documents and leaving marks on his jacket. He ripped the jacket off, not caring about how much it had cost him as she rested his head in his hands - his composure falling apart in seconds. His white blouse became disheveled as his breathing grew fast and desperate - his heart racing and beating so hard it hurt. He tried to stand, his legs completely failing him as he leaned against the bookshelf, hiding his face in his knees as he let his bottled emotions out. He stayed there for what felt like hours, until the door slowly creaked open...

[limjaeseven]

Je Ne Sais Quoi 2: Electric Boogaloo

Pairing: Jaebeom X Jackson ft Namjoon of BTS

Genre: Smut, abo!AU

Word count: 2,386

Summary: Set the day after Je Ne Sais Quoi but set in an abo au featuring Alpha!JB, Alpha!Namjoon and Delta!Jackson. Basically pure smut. (Can be read as a stand alone, or the first part can be found on my blog)

Warning(s): Bondage, knotting, threesome, gay sex, oral sex, anal sex, lots of kissing, sensory deprivation, blindfolds, porn without plot

[a/n]: FYI Jackson is a stand-in for @triheartedhero​. You’re welcome, az. This fic is just self-indulgent also I myself forgot halfway through that it’s abo so expect random abo elements here and there. Also i spent an hour trying to make a fic banner and this is the best i could come up with, my sincerest apologies. Also applications for @got7writerscollective​ is open if you wish to be part of our network! Not beta read so apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors.

It was mid-morning by the time Jaebeom woke up, Jackson resting his head on the former’s chest, still fast asleep. Jaebeom looked down at his mate with a soft smile, letting his fingers card through the younger’s hair. The younger whined playfully as he roused from his sleep, curling closer to Jaebeom, burying his face in the elder’s warm chest.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty” Jaebeom chuckled at the soft kiss Jackson pressed to his cheek as a reply before attempting to get up to make Jackson and himself some breakfast but was pulled back by his boyfriend, who threw an arm over the man in order to cage him in place.

“I’ll make breakfast and come back, you’ll need the energy for Joon and I tonight” Jackson’s eyes shot open as he realised the implication of Jaebeom’s words. The younger had barely heard the exchange between the two men in the haze of lust and arousal. The elder just sent a wink in Jackson’s direction as he slipped from the younger’s arms to head to the kitchen.

Jackson felt pretty sticky from the night before so he headed for the bathroom for a quick shower, joining his mate in the dining room as he finished getting dressed. Seeing Jaebeom dressed in just a pair of shorts as he cooked, Jackson tiptoed behind the man to wrap his arms around his waist and place small pecks between the man’s shoulder blades.

The rest of their morning was spent lazing around, the alpha opting to read a book Jackson watched some random drama playing on the TV. At some point Jaebeom started working on his laptop, resting his back on the armrest of the living room couch as his legs stretched along the length of the sofa, Jackson sitting the same way on the other end, his legs resting on top of the alpha’s.

Jackson flipped through the channels to find anything to watch that would catch his eye, not wanting to disturb his mate but after twenty minutes of frustration, the younger just put on a kpop channel which turned out be showing a performance of Jackson’s favourite idol, Kim Yugyeom. An English song played in the background as the dancer started grinding against the floor, catching Jackson off guard and feel warm.

Looking over at his mate, Jackson smirked as he saw the elder absorbed in his work, not noticing the tv or Jackson’s state. Allowing himself to slide down the couch a bit, Jackson rested his ankles against the tops of the man’s thighs. Jaebeom, who had moved the laptop away to go through some papers ignored the younger’s motion, much to Jackson’s dismay. He let one foot move up and down his mate’s thigh before slowly circling his was up to his elder’s crotch.

Just before he could do much more though, a hand shot up to grab the younger’s foot, making him jump. Jackson looked up carefully to see Jaebeom still focused on the papers, his hand tightly wrapped around his leg. Allowing himself to take a bit of a risk, Jackson brought his other leg up the same way, only this time not waiting and directly stroking at the elder’s length with the heel of his foot, causing the elder to growl at the younger, dropping his papers to grab the younger’s other foot.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jackson could feel the chills run down is spine as the elder’s voice dropped an octave, his eyes boring into his own. Jackson just shook his head, turning back to the TV, but only feeling more turned on as they showed more of Yugyeom’s performances. The younger waited for a couple of minutes till Jaebeom let go on Jackson’s legs, picking up his papers from where they had fallen on the floor. He made sure to keep his eyes on the TV this time as he once more brought one leg down on the elder’s growing erection.

This time Jaebeom grabbed both ankles and bent them, moving his own feet under himself to kneel on the couch as he leaned towards the younger. Jackson let out a whimper as the elder effectively folded the man in half, a growl escaping the alpha’s lips.

“Someone is looking for trouble, huh? I thought we could wait for Joon but I forgot how much of slut you were. That desperate for your alpha’s cock are we?” Jaebeom got up off the couch to drop Jackson’s foot and instead wrap his arms around the younger’s waist and throw him over his shoulder, slapping his ass sharply before carrying him to their shared bedroom and dropping him onto the mattress.

“I wanted to us to have a good time together but since you’ve decided to be brat, I don’t have choice but to punish you” Jaebeom made quick work of pulling the younger’s clothes off, splaying him onto the bed, tying his hands and legs to the bedposts, much to Jackson’s dismay, who hated not being able to touch Jaebeom. To top it all off, Jaebeom picked Jackson’s favourite tie from the elder’s collection to blindfold him, making the younger whine. He was incredibly sensitive without being blindfolded but taking his vision away just made him feel on edge constantly.

Jackson jerked harshly as he felt a cold hand on his already burning skin, forcing him brain to calm down as Jaebeom slowly stroked the skin, close enough to make the heat pool in Jackson’s stomach but too far for him to actually stimulate him. Jackson heard the bed springs creak before felling a warm breath at his chin as Jaebeom leaned over him, the elder mouthing at the younger’s jaw, alternating between open mouthed kisses and nibbling on his skin.

A loud moan escaped Jackson’s lips as Jaebeom made his way down to the delta’s scent gland, letting his sharp teeth nip at the sensitive spot. Jackson’s neck was always a big weakness of his, the tiniest bit of stimulation riling him up. Jaebeom diligently littered the younger’s neck with hickeys big and small, working down to his collar bone and back up his jaw. Jackson could feel his orgasm already building from the alpha’s ministrations, especially when the elder sunk his teeth at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, where he was most sensitive.

“H-hyung, I’m close-ah!” Jackson moaned as Jaebeom doubled his efforts, hurtling Jackson closer to the edge. This close to the elder, Jackson could smell the heavy scent of the alpha’s arousal which just aided his push to his climax. A sharp whine rang through the room as Jaebeom pulled away just as Jackson was about to orgasm, making the younger writhe in bed, pulling harshly at his restraints. Tears pooled in Jackson’s eyes, soaking the tie as he felt as the pleasure ebb away as Jaebeom stroked the younger’s toned stomach.

Just as Jackson was about to protest when he bell rang, forcing Jaebeom to get up from the bed and move to unlock the door. In front of him was Kim Namjoon in all his glory, dressed in a pair of denim shorts that really accentuated his thighs, a loose hanging button up, left untucked and a thin silver chain that sat prettily on his collarbones. Jaebeom moved aside to let the man take his shoes off before pushing him against the wall in the hallway and capturing his lips in a bruising kiss.

“Hello to you too, hyung” Jaebeom chuckled as he pulled away for just a moment to catch a breath before diving back in, pinning the taller man against the wall as he kissed him harshly. The two stood there and made out for a while, letting his hands wander under the younger’s shirt, caressing his well-defined abs and making his way up to the man’s dusky nipples. Pinching and twisting both of them caused Namjoon to let out a soft moan as Jaebeom mouthed at the young alpha’s ear, the smell of his arousal permeating in the room.

“You like that, baby?” Jaebeom cooed as he made quick work of unbuttoning the alpha’s shirt, bending his knees lightly to suck on one nipple as his hand played with the other, switching back and forth every now and then. Namjoon bit his lip to try and supress the embarrassing whimpers that he was making but much to his dismay, Jaebeom snaked his free hand down to stroke at the younger’s growing erection, causing another broken moan to escape him. Just as Jaebeom was working open Namjoon’s shorts, the younger begging the older alpha to touch him properly, a ragged moan cut through the air, making both men turn towards Jackson and Jaebeom’s shared bedroom.

“Someone decided to try have some fun before you came, how about I let you have some fun with him instead?” Jaebeom’s eyes shown mischievously as they made their way to see a writhing, whining Jackson mumbling their names, covered in a thin layer of sweat, clearly affected by the scents of the two alphas who were just across a wall from him. Jaebeom casually walked over to the armchair in the corner of the room, where the elder used to curl up with Nora and a good book on normal days.

“Sseun-ah?” The alpha called softly, while gesturing Namjoon to touch the younger’s leg. Jackson just replied with a soft whine, continuing to writhe as the younger alpha moved his hand up to the younger’s thighs, massaging the soft skin.

“Since you decided to not wait for Joon today, I’m going to let him have his way with you. Just remember that you are not allowed to cum until I tell you so, understood?” Jaebeom knew that leaving Jackson alone for too long makes him a little unsettled, so he eases his mate into his head space instead of enforcing it harshly from the very beginning. Namjoon turns towards Jaebeom, a soft smirk on his face, which Jaebeom responds to with a light nod, spurring the younger alpha into action.

Soft kisses are pressed onto Jackson’s pelvis, down to his perineum and back up to the base of his length. Without much more ceremony though, Namjoon wraps his hand around Jackson’s cock, licking a long stripe from base to tip, letting some saliva pool at his slit before using his hand to spread it around, slowly and purposefully. Jackson threw his head back in a loud moan as Namjoon took his halfway into his mouth, bobbing his head and stroking the parts he couldn’t reach with one hand.

Jaebeom uncrossed his legs and spread them, clearly affected by the display in front of him, letting one hand wander down to the waist band of his sweatpants as he watched his mate squirm and pull harshly at his restraints in attempts to plant his feet flat on the bed in order to buck up into Namjoon’s mouth. After palming himself for a while. Jaebeom let out a small groan before getting up, the impatience building up as the arousal spiked in Jaebeom’s body.

Namjoon moaned around Jackson’s length when Jaebeom softly thread his fingers in the young alpha’s hair to pull him off, leaving the younger two panting harshly as Jackson begged at the loss of contact. The elder turned Namjoon’s head towards him to share a short kiss before pushing him forward to get on his hands and knees on top of Jackson. The elder searched through his drawer for the lube and returned to strike once sharply against Namjoon’s still clothed ass before pulling off his shorts and boxers in one motion. Getting the hint, Namjoon leaned up to take off his shirt, leaving him stark naked.

Taking his time to slick up Namjoon’s rim, Jaebeom sunk a single finger in, pulling back and pushing it back in experimentally. Hearing the moans that Namjoon let out, Jaebeom added a second finger before scissoring him open. Namjoon’s chain dangled over Jackson’s lips as Namjoon dropped his head when Jaebeom found his prostate, the elder massaging the spot gently with his fingers. Letting the cold metal touch the delta’s soft skin, Namjoon could visible see the shiver that ran down the boy’s spine at the sudden contact.

“Hyung” Jackson whined softly, long lost in subspace, enough to barely notice the change in dynamics over him along with the tear soaked blind fold that covered his eyes. Jaebeom merely hummed in reply as he finally pulled his fingers out to quickly undress himself before climbing up on the bed behind Namjoon, his hard length pressing against the alpha’s perineum.

Jaebeom leaned over to untie the fabric giving Jackson a few moments to adjust to the lighting in the room. A soft moan left his lips as he took in the scene in front of him, Namjoon breathing harshly over Jackson while Jaebeom entered the younger in one smooth stroke. The next few minutes went by in a blur as Jaebeom picked up his pace, thrusting animalistically into the other alpha as the pheromones got to his head and a need to knot the younger took over the elder’s brain.

Jackson moaned as Jaebeom snaked a hand around Namjoon to stroke his length in tandem with his thrusts. Namjoon was the first to climax, his orgasm tearing through his body as the elder hammered repeatedly into his prostate, coming untouched. Jackson followed soon behind, letting out a guttural groan as he spilled all over Jaebeom’s hand. Pushing against the small of Namjoon’s back, Jaebeom’s thrusts turned sloppy as he neared his orgasm. The younger alpha, unable to keep himself up with the overstimulation, collapsed on top of Jackson, choosing to capture the delta’s lips in a sloppy kiss.

Three thrusts and the visual of Namjoon and Jackson making out had Jaebeom reach his climax, knot swelling inside the younger alpha, making both men moan. In order to not crush Jackson, Jaebeom maneuvered them to lay down next to the delta, reaching his arms up to untie the younger’s hands and massaging the reddened wrists as the three cuddled, waiting for Jaebeom’s knot to go down. Twenty minutes later, they were all cleaned up, dressed in just their boxers, aloe gel applied to Jackson’s wrists and ankles, huddled together under the covers, sated and happy.

[wackology]

Just a heads up fellas, i know i dont post much of my digital art here in the first place but y'all are probably gonna see a whole lot less in the future now. Due to an incident my shitty laptop is now officially broken beyond managable repair and since it was a 2 in 1 that i used as a drawing tablet i have no way of doing digital art now. I was planning on replacing it this year anyway but right now i still dont have enough cash. Im not asking for money or anything lol, just an fyi.

[marvel-ousnesss]

The pirate and the witch (part three)

Part one 

Part two

masterlist

Part four

Word count: 3082

Pairing: Harry Hook x daughter of narcissi!reader

Summary: Y/N, an orphan vk who was taken to auradon at a young age, returns to her old home by request of the crown prince. However, things tend to go south at the Isle of the Lost.

Warning: Mild cursing, parental abuse

A:/N: Here's part three! Sorry it took me so long to write this, I’ve been running some college-related errands. Anyway… remember you just need to ask if you wanna be tagged and comments are always welcome. Alsooo, I wrote this on my phone so it may have a few typos and other mistakes.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE DISNEY DESCENDANTS CHARACTERS NOR THE SANDERSON SISTERS. All credit goes to the creators, writers, and producers. Same with the HP charms, credit goes to J.K Rowling.

...

— Did you really have to hit her with the bat?

— What would’ve you done, dipshit?

Two kidnappings in two days, that must really be a record. However, just FYI, the second one was kind of on purpose.

…

On my way to the hideout, the night replays inside my head as I glance around.

Even if I did cast a quiet protection charm on myself, I'm only shielded from weapons or magical harm; because I haven’t managed the appropriate technique yet. ‘Right, right, left and down the alley’ I repeat the route to my place like a mantra, terrified by the thought of getting lost in the middle of the night.

Already approaching my destination, I have come to notice that I’m being chased by the same two bandits I saw both at the market and back at the Lost Revenge. Carlos and Jay were trying to sneak up on me , but were betrayed by a subtle movement in the shadows present in the corner of my vision.

What they’re trying to do is predictable, to be honest; either they want to get to the pirates by kidnapping me (which would be useless) or they want information, to be sure I pose no threat.

Having this in mind, I wouldn’t be able to approach them in half-friendly circumstances. So, out of intuition, I let them get me. What’s the worst that could happen.

…

— Would you guys shut it already? — hisses Mal, — she’s waking up.

I try to speak but no sound comes out, that’s when I become aware of the burning sensation in my throat. Similarly, I try to move, but groan when I encounter ropes that are tightly fixed around my wrists and ankles.

My first instinct is to try and use magic, but I remind myself of what I’m here for. Ben’s words invade my mind, “figure out which of them are worse, and report.”

Carlos notices my confused gaze skipping through what seems to be a ….. shop, so he explains, — Look, it’s nothing against you or anything, just against the pirates.

— You don’t have to explain things to her, you dickhead— Jay rolls his eyes and smacks the younger boy on the back of his head.

— Wrong person, bud, I’m not important to them.

It’s not hard to see, you know, — Evie fidgets with her necklace, — They don’t invite random nobodies to their parties, so you must be someone.

—I just saved myself yesterday and Hook happened to be lucky.

— Yeah right, — The fay’s eyes roll to the back of her head. — Look, this doesn’t have to be as painful as I’d like it to, but it’s up to you: either you comply and we get over with it, or you don’t and we stay here as long as needed.

—Okay, don’t believe me if you don’t want to, just saying.

Minutes go by and the four friends seem to be slowly losing their patience. I keep rambling and circling their way questions so, following Mal’s orders, they cover my mouth and continue with their own bickering.

—We can’t just throw her to the hyenas, she wouldn’t be useful! — Carlos paces across the room, with his hands gesticulating wildly.

— Well, she says that she’s not important to them, so what use would she have anyway? — sighs Mal, seemingly more interested on the crisped polish on her nails.

Carlos is about to reply, but Jay cuts him off before a word is emitted. — Guys, whatever we do, it has to be now, dad will come back soon. We need to leave.

—Shit. Okay, let’s put her inside the storage closet.

Okay, maybe this was a pretty dumb idea.

…..

Time becomes blurry as I fall in and out of sleep inside the closet of the empty store, they must’ve given me sleeping herbs. The only thing I hear is the steady rhythm of my own breathing, until two pairs of feet storm through the front doors.

One of the voices, I recognize it to be Jay’s; but the other one seems to be of someone older and louder, Jafar.

— You had one thing to do, you filthy, insignificant riff raff. — The rage that’s laced to the villain’s words makes a chill run down my spine. — You’d be of better use rotting in the sewer where you came from, can’t even steal candy from a two year old.

I gulp when the sound of wood hitting skin bounces all the way from the entrance to my current spot.

— Not so intimidating now, street rat?— he avows. — Aren’t you gonna defend yourself?

With my eyes shut and my fists tightened, I visualize the ropes getting looser. They give up, so I mutter “alohomora” in order to open the door.

As I contemplate the scene, a gasp escapes my lips.

The boy is on the floor, curled in a fetal position; trying to avoid major strikes of the wooden cane that has no mercy on him. The coldness in his father’s stare and the cruelty and force of every hit emit a dark energy that floods my senses, making my blood boil.

I charge toward the former visir, pushing him aside. Jafar falls, shattering one of the shelves. He is immediately buried in a pile of stolen antiques and other goods.

Jay’s eyes project an almost unperceivable light of hope when he meets my eye, yet he doesn’t move. I place myself between him and his father while Jafar is still recovering his stance.

When he’s about to hit again, I hesitantly mutter, — Petrificus totalus, — as I look away from him and shield myself with my left hand.

To my surprise, Jafar’s legs tremble before failing him and, disturbingly still, he falls down face first. Considering that the situation is now safer, Carlos decides to walk inside the shop, confessing that he saw everything and apologizing for not doing anything.

He proceeds to help Jay stand up, and quietly thanks me, but the thief still doesn’t look at me. His breath is uneven, and his legs are shaking slightly.

— So, you have magic, — states Carlos, as Jay finds himself quizzically looking at me with his bloodshot eyes.

—Yup.

An awkward silence takes over the room and all of us seem to be completely taken aback by the adrenaline of the situation fading away.

— Thank you, — Jay takes off his beanie and fixes his sweaty hair into a messy bun.

— What was that about?

I feel like I’m intruding, but if I don’t ask about their situations, my ‘let’s get kidnapped’ stunt would be to no avail.

He sighs, debating whether telling me or not, but settles with shrugging, — he’s just angry.—

I cannot help but let my face contour into a horrified and pained expression, to which Carlos responds with inquiring, — I mean, it happens often around here, haven’t you been hit by your parents?

I shake my head, — My mom died years ago.

— Lucky you, — Jay voices. He’s now evidently weakened, with more than evident bruises and paler skin; not to mention that he’s still shaking slightly.

— Are all your parents really that bad?

It is Carlos who responds, — Well, you already saw Jay’s. — He shrugs, — Evie’s mother is just plain crazy, Mal’s is the most feared villain of the isle; and, as for me, my mom just treats me like a servant or something. It’s not that bad, really, at least I don’t have to deal with any dogs.

— Are you afraid of dogs?— I quirk a brow at him, but my question is ignored by the two guys.

— What the hell do you mean with ‘not that bad’, Carlos?, — Jay looks at Carlos when he asks the rhetorical question, then he faces me. — She gives him fucking ridiculous chores, and would totally get rid of him in exchange of more furs! I mean, touch up her roots, fluff up her fur, and scrape the bunions from her feet; what the hell does bunion even mean? — Even in his weakened state, Jay jumps to his friend’s defense in the moment he saw that Carlos wasn’t standing up for himself.

The younger boy cringes, but manages to let out a chuckle, — you don’t wanna know, trust me.

— We should probably get out of here, the effects of my curse will wear off soon.

— Speaking of, how come you can practice magic here, — questions Jay.

As we walk outside the shop, I try to come up with something but, without knowing, Carlos comes to my rescue.

— Remember the hole I made? Some magic manages to sneak in, you just need to be strong enough to channel it.

Mental note, there’s a freaking hole in the Isle’s dome. That would explain the Sanderson’s magic, but how come Maleficent or Ursula remain powerless?

The conversation seems to be dying down, which would take me to a complete failure, so I press on the topic.

— So it was you! — i gasp. — how did you even do it?

His eyes shine with passion as he explains with impressive detail the way I which he used a broken laptop, an engine, and some wire to weaken the magic dome just enough to create a personal backdoor to the Auradon network.

— That’s really awesome, Carlos.

He seems taken aback, — not really, it wasn’t that hard.

Jay glares at him, silently scolding him for not recognizing his talent.

So, Carlos settles on claiming, — I mean, it is pretty cool.

We continue walking down a street which I don’t recognize, with the deemed (and damaged) streetlights being the only source of light.

The sound of my combat boots kicking a can brings the boys’ attention to me, — So, you didn’t answer my question: what’s up with you and dogs?

Carlos seems defensive when he answers; his shoulders tense up and he struggles to utter the words. — I’m just glad I don’t have to deal with them. They’re horrible, man-eating creatures.

I wonder where he got that from.

— Or, at least, that’s according to my mother. — Carlos checks his watch and immediately tenses up (even more). — Shit! Sorry guys, I have to go, mom’s sculpture collection , er, I, I have to be done by ten, and I haven’t even started!

…

After we said goodbye to Carlos, Jay and I went back to the shop, just to check if Jafar was still there. The thief refused to face his father after their previous encounter, so I went in, made him forget my little stunt, and went back out. In a comfortable silence, we abandon the shop once again, and this time I figure we are heading toward the center of the isle, where the vks’ hideout is located.

— So, how’d you manage to escape the wicked, soul-eating witches? — Jay walks in long strides, which means I almost have to double my normal pace in order to keep up with him. If I remember correctly, we’re almost four blocks away from our final destination.

— You followed me all throughout yesterday?

He shrugs, — Mal’s orders.

— Don’t the Isle’s most powerful have better things to do? Candy to steal, kittens to kick… I mean, the usual. — We both chuckle, — but, just in case, I mean no harm, really.

He scratches the back of his neck and turns right, the building is right in front of us.

— How do I know this isn’t a trap? — I cross my arms and quirk a brow.

— Seriously? You just defeated one of the most feared villains here and freed yourself from us. Even if I wanted to, you’d probably kick my ass with your hocus Pocus shit. — when making the last statement, his eyes widen and his gesticulations become more dramatic.

— Fine, — I roll my eyes, then smirk. — And, you know? Thanks for admitting I’d totally kick your ass. It’s nice to agree on something.

We go up the stairs and arrive at what seems to be their version of a dorm. There are four decent beds and the walls are covered in graffiti of their faces and signature colors. They also have a few bags of what seems to be food, and a phone that, I assume, only connects them with nearby places.

— So, if this isn’t a trap, why are we here? — I didn’t ask him anything on our way here, but my curiosity is beginning to get the best of me.

— I just needed to make sure we didn’t have eyes or ears on us.

I cross my arms to prevent myself from fidgeting, — okay, now you’re beginning to scare me.

He lets out a breath and throws himself on a bag of clothes that serves the purpose of a puff.

— I’m not stupid, — he states. — You’re not from the isle, now spill.

Shit, now this is bad.

— What d’ you mean? —

— Magic, manners, compliments, and, on top, spontaneously helping  your kidnappers? — Jay shrugs. — Not from around here.

— Of course I am, — much to my distress, my voice comes out higher than normal. — I just don’t leave home very often.

— As I said,  — his hands fly behind his head, — I’m not that dumb.

— Okay, so, even if what you’re saying is true, why would I admit it? — I quirk a brow and lift my chin up, trying to keep my cool.

—You wouldn’t have to. Your nose gave you away.

— What do you mean ‘my nose’?

— It wrinkles when you lie. Both when you said Carlos was the one who gave you magic and just now.

— No, it doesn't — again, my words are emitted in a high pitched voice.

I glare at the thief, who seems to find me amusing.

— Also, your voice gets higher, — he scoffs, giving me a closed lip smile.

Now that he knows, everything we’ve gotten for Ben’s plan is on the line. I only see one suitable way of protecting our project, trusting Jay or, as Chad would put it, ‘making a deal with a fucking villain’.

— Fine, I do come from outside the Isle. — I raise my hands in defeat. — Just, please, don’t tell anyone.

— What’s in it for me?

— Consider us even. I just saved you, after all; despite the fact that you and your friends fucking kidnapped me. — I keep my eyes on his; according to my dad, that’s a diplomatic way of pressuring your counterpart.

— Fine,— he crosses his arms. — But I get to hear the whole explanation.

I sigh, — not here.

…

I lay on my bed, playing on the tablet I brought with me, while Jay devours a sandwich that was supposed to be my dinner. The sunlight that reaches the Isle has already began to coat the room through the window, making me aware of the fact that my time here is about to end; I’m leaving this evening.

— Okay, I already told you my story, time for you to tell me yours.

— what do you wanna know, — his words come out between bites of food.

I scratch my chin, pretending to think; but I know where to begin.

— How did the trouble with Uma’s crew first begin?

He stops eating and looks directly at me; then he sighs, taking his time to begin.

— Long story short, there has always been a power struggle around here. When it comes to us villains, there's no 'fair' or - I don't know- ‘morally correct’ way to gain power—.  

— So you just fight for it, —  I deduce.

— Yeah, and not just for the power, y'know, for the validation that comes with it. Anyway, stopping the deep shit, Uma's crew has always been in our way and, there has always been something going on between her and Mal; things just tend to get fucked up when they face each other. — Speaking and munching on the remaining bits of food, he makes the sandwich disappear in the blink of an eye.

The riot between Mal and Uma is crucial for me to keep in mind for Ben's plan to work. It would be a recipe for disaster to have both Uma and Mal come to Auradon, and the same would happen with their respective circles.

The only sound left is the quiet humming of my virtual Trophy game. So, out of curiosity, Jay stands up from his spot on the desk and takes a look at the content on my screen. Then, quirking a brow, he begins to ask about it.

—It's like a computer, but without a keyboard. — I try to explain, but his confused expression doesn't even begin to fade.

I sigh, looking for the right way to clarify things. — It's an electronic device for storing and processing information, you can use it to see pictures, play games or access the internet.

— It's like the one Carlos used to hack the dome, — he inquires. — but that one is way smaller, and why doesn't it have the buttons with the letters on them.

— Exactly, — I smile at him. — A computer, but with no keyboard; well, the letters appear on the screen when I need to type.

— And what are you doing with it?

— Playing tourney, it’s a sport.

— Like dueling, right?

— A bit less violent, but yes. — To be fair, I thought the vk would be less intrigued about Auradon and other aspects of our life there, but the explanation about tourney leads to a conversation that would have lasted the whole day if only a certain rock hadn’t hit the small window beside my desk.

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[lettersinscarlet]

Laptop (Sam Golbach Imagine)

Hello! So this is my first Sam imagine and I incorporated some of the things that I’d seen floating around recently so I apologize if it sucks. Thanks for the request and they are still open so please ask! And here’s the tag @sp00kybrock. And FYI this is the most amount of tags I’ve put at the end of a story so that was fun, too.

Warning: a little steamy towards the end so tread carefully and in this Sam is not dating Kat.

Request: Helping Sam edit some videos and in the video he says he has a crush on you so he takes the laptop and starts running with y/n following him and he raises his laptop in the air so she wouldn’t reach it and they kiss when their faces are at the same level.

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You walked in because the door was unlocked and you looked around for Sam. You found him in his room with the door open. He had his earbuds in and he was editing his most recent video. You quietly tiptoed behind him and you quickly put your hands on his shoulders. He yelled and spun around and you started laughing. Sam shook his head at you, pulling his earbuds out to talk to you.

“Careful,” you warn and he tilts his head at you. “You don’t want the ends to get stuck in your ears again.”

He playfully shoved you and you fall back on his bed. “What are you up to?”

“I just finished editing my most recent video. Wanna watch?”

“Of course I do! You know I love your stuff,” you answer. You had been best friends with Colby in high school which meant that you were best friends with Sam. You guys had all been through everything together and when they moved to LA you moved with them. Through the years, you had developed a crush on Sam. He was just so bright and something about him just drew you close to him. You never planned on telling him because you guys were too good of friends and you didn’t want to ruin it. You had always been good at bottle up your emotions and this instance was no different.

Sam finished pulling up the video and it started playing. He had decided that he was going to film a truth or drink video with Colby. You laughed and the first few questions were pretty simple. Then they got to the tougher ones. Sam and Colby had each had some of the lemon juice and you were rolling laughing at their reactions.

“So, Sam, I’ve got one for you,” Colby says menacingly. He leans forward on the table on his elbows, giving Sam a wicked grin and an evil look. Sam slowly backs up as much as the chair allows him and raises his eyebrows at Colby.

“What is it, Colby?”

“Who is your crush?” Colby says after reading the card. Sam gasps in shock and he looks at the lemon juice. “The thing is, I already know the answer, but you still gotta say it.”

“It’s not worth taking a third shot of LEMON JUICE,” Sam says, winking at the camera and making Colby laugh. “My crush is-“

“Whoops, forgot that was in there!” Sam shouts, pausing the laptop. You get up from where you’re laying and you reach over his shoulder.

“I wanna know who it is,” you say, reaching for the space bar to hit play. Sam swiftly moves the computer out of your reach and starts to walk off with it. You run to catch up with him but he evaded you. He dashed in and out of rooms and you fell for it every time.

His fatal mistake was heading for the living room. He ran behind the couch and you leaned over it, trapping him in the corner. He reached up and held the laptop high above his head and you stretched to try and grab it

“Who. Is. It?” you asked, your words broken up by you jumping up and down to reach it. Curse Sam’s height advantage.

You were on your toes, body nearly pressed against Sam’s, arms extending just as far as they could go. Your tongue was poked out of your mouth from the concentration of your efforts. You glance at Sam and you can see his eyes are on your lips with a dreamy gaze.

“Sam,” you say with a serious tone, making him snap his gaze back to your eyes. You lean your body even closer to him than you already were. “Play the video.”

His fingers press the space bar and you can hear your name said through his speakers before he pauses the video again.

You mash your lips onto his and you finally get to release some of your bottled up feelings go. You break away and you can hear his whisper something and you look at him.

“What was that?”

“Wow,” he said, still a little breathless. “I really like you.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Golbach,” you say and pull away. He follows you back to his room and he puts his laptop back down.

“Guess I won’t have to edit your name out after all,” Sam said with a wink. He suddenly pins you up against his wall. “Next time, I’d prefer it if I pinned you against the wall,” he said with a growl.

“Yes sir,” you replied with a wink.

“Actually,” he said as he leaned close, teeth grazing your ear, “it’s daddy.”

[asynca]

“Well, Toyboy, it’s been nice knowing you,” Sarah told me, finishing the last of her hot chocolate, slapping the travel mug on her kitchen bench, and then clapping me on the shoulder. “And just FYI, you don’t have to worry about what happens to your possessions. I’m totally adopting your laptop when it becomes an orphan.”

I rolled my eyes. My laptop was not going to become an orphan. “Car keys?”

“Hall table,” she told me, and then followed me as I went to grab them. She was practically pushing me out of the door.

It didn’t seem like the ordinary behaviour of someone who was about to have a first-time driver take to the roads in their car; if Bree had wanted to drive my Lexus I would have broken out in a cold sweat. Meanwhile, Sarah was practically handing the car to Bree on a silver platter. It was weird. “Is having teenagers wreck your cars a secret kink of yours, or?”

“Close,” she told me, ever so politely opening the front door and standing aside so I could walk through it. “That old bomb is overinsured so there’s no downside for me. Either Bree learns to drive and she can run all my errands for me forever, or she writes it off and I get an enormous insurance cheque. Nothing sexier than a win-win.”

“And you score my laptop.”

“And I totally score your laptop. Happy driving!” she said, and then cheerfully shut the door behind me. I jumped as it nearly whacked me on the seat of my pants.

In the driveway, Bree was already sitting in Sarah’s bomb and buzzing with excitement as she adjusted the seat and the mirrors. She grabbed my thigh as I got in the car and made this explosive shrieking noise.

I broke out in that cold sweat after all. “Are we rehearsing a crash?”

She released thigh and laughed. “We’re not going to crash!” she told me, ripping the keys out of my hand and roughly stabbing at area beside the steering wheel as she tried to fit the key into the ignition. “I’ve played loads of Daytona.”

I think that was the moment when it really hit me that my laptop might become an orphan. “G-Great,” I told her as she found the ignition and over-revved the car. “Don’t forget to look behind you as you reverse.”

She was watching me with far too much amusement. Eyes locked with mine, she undid the handbrake, put the car in reverse, and floored the accelerator. The car lurched very dramatically backwards and my entire life flashed before my eyes in an instant. Mercifully, with an equally dramatic clunk, it stalled.

While I was gathering all my busted nerves from the seat around me, she watched me with a smirk and then turned the key again. This time, when she started the engine, she didn’t over-rev it, and she twisted in the seat to look behind us as she slowly and carefully reversed out of the driveway.

When we were out on the road, she gave me this coy little grin before she put the car in first and then waited for me to recover.

This girl was going to be the death of me. “Sarah was right. You’re actually trying to kill me.”

She laughed. “And yet, you’re still in the car with me.”

“I must have a death wish after all.”

Her hand briefly rested on my thigh again. “Yeah,” she said flatly, putting it back on the steering wheel. “That’s definitely why you’re here.” There was a secret smile on her lips as she looked across at me.

[p-jiminaa]

Noona, I love you. (part 10)

Jeon Jeongguk and You.

Summary : Jungkook fall in love with someone as same age as Jin, you.

Genre : Fluffy.

Attn: Gif not mine. Credit to the owner.

This is the final part of the long due of Noona series. I am sorry for the late late late update. I was really, I don’t know how to say this but I am kind of lost of track. Like I didn’t write what I am supposed to write and I am lost because of that. 

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 |

Masterlist

“This is not what I expect from you when I decided to accept you to join our team y/n.” An evident disappointment expression pasted on Ah Reum Unnie facial expression when she give me back the document that I prepared last week. 

I know there was a lots of mistakes in that document. I admit that I was not in the best condition last week. My mind were mostly occupied with my relationship with Jeongguk when his ex-lover suddenly came in the picture and to my assumption she had told everything to him considering Jeongguk had been distancing himself from me, since his visit to my apartment last week. To be honest, It is not my intention to hide those things from him but I feel like those are things in the past, bringing it back would change nothing between them which apparently wrong considering the way he acted towards me right now.

“Are you even listening to me?” Ah Reum Unnie loud voice snapped me from my own thought. She speaks louder than usual.

“You should go home. Now.” She says as she walked past me.

“But Unnie...” That when she stopped and turned to face me. To say I am  nervous, of course I am. She looks very intimidating since this morning. Maybe she had reached the level of being patience with me. 

“In this company, we don’t tolerate mistake. Our profession as a legal adviser does not tolerate mistake and what disappointing me more is the fact that you did a mistake in a very simple document.” An evident disappointment can be heard from her tone of voice.

She let out a long breath before she started talking again. “I thought with a good result and confident that you have, you were able to overcome your stress easily. Guess I am wrong.” She shook her head lightly as she said that.

“Go home now. I don’t want you to make another mistake on another important document.” She said that as she walked back to her desk. Just how much damage did I cause to the company that she’s so disappointed in me. 

I kept my head down, unable to face my colleague. I know their eyes were on their computer screen but they heard everything. This remind me of my childhood where my teacher shouted at me for doing a simple calculation wrong and I felt embarrassed that time and also this time too but more embarrassed as Ah Reum Unnie has high expectation on me. I know how important a piece of paper is as a legal adviser and I forgot that the moment I feel stress because of situation I am involved right now.

“Hey y/n...” I know whose that voice belong to. That made me feel even more ashamed. Just how much did he hear? Slowly, I turned and see him standing behind me.

“Yes?” It went out as a whisper. 

“Lets go out.” Jin say as he walked towards the door. Yeah what more I need than going out from this building. I nodded my head and turned back to switch off my laptop and clear my desk. Upon finishing clearing my desk, I went out to find Jin standing beside the door.

“Shall we?” He asked me and I nodded in response and walked beside him towards the elevator.

“I am sorry on behalf of Jeongguk.” My eyes fixed towards the elevator door. I felt his eyes on me.

“He... he’s the same as you but worse.” He said it in a low voice. Why would he feel down? Is he confuse? or regretting his decision of breaking up with her without knowing about the truth behind her action?

When the elevator’s door open, I walked inside to find Jin staring straightly at me. Is he going to stay there when I thought that he’s coming with me. 

“Get a good rest. I’ll send Jungkook back to you by tonight.” When the door about to close, immediately, I pressed on the button so that it stays open. He was surprised by my sudden action though.

“Send him back to her. They need to talk about them.”

“But...” He retorted.

“Its fine Jin. Its not like I...” I bite my trembling lips and felt tears on my eyes. I exhales a breath before continuing.

“Just send him back to her.” And the door slowly close. Unknown to you, Jeongguk was there, hiding from you and Jin and had heard everything. Jisung texted him earlier telling him about you, so upon reading the text he ran to your office immediately only to see you and his brother walking together towards the elevator. He’s not going to lie. He felt sad seeing you like this.

“You can come out now Jeongguk.” He heard Jin calling for him. He walked out from his hiding place.

“You heard her right?” Jin asked him with his serious expression.

“Solve all of this.” He patted Jeongguk shoulder as he walked away from him.

***

I walked slowly towards the source of the voice. I recognized that voice, indeed I recognized it very much. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I heard another sound. Is that moan? 

“Hee-Ra, I can’t.” Jeongguk says but interrupted. The closer I get to the door, the clearer the sound. When I opened the door, I can’t even believer my eyes.  A gasp leaves my mouth when I see Jeongguk and his so called ex-girlfriend straddling my boyfriend. How can he do this? 

“I can’t believe you!” Jeongguk pushed away her body hardly from him and walked to me.

“Baby, its not like what...” I don’t know how but my hand suddenly hit his right cheek. Maybe because of the pain that I felt. So I didn’t have any control to my action

“Like what Jeongguk?”My voice is louder than usual. Tears threatening to fall down.

“Baby...” He catches my arm when I’m about to go away from the room but I yanked his hand away. I was practically running and ignore his call. I then exited the building with tears clouding my sight, I walked crossing the road. Magically, I was able to cross the road. However his loud shout make my body turned to him. And that when I see him, lying on the road covered with blood and eyes still on me.

“Jeongguk!” That when my eyes suddenly opened.

“Babe...” I turned to my left and meet his worried expression. He call me worriedly and that when my eyes laid on him. Is this even real? My tears falls unconditionally. That when he pulls me into his body. 

“Shhh...” He wiped my back softly, trying to calm me down but its just getting worse. What if that happens in real life. What if I’m unable to listen to his explanation.

“Shhh...” he tried to calm me down again.

“I saw you on the road and ... blood..”

“That just a dream. I am still here.” He continuously patted my back and planted a kiss on my head.

Its took him a while to make me stop from crying and calm myself down.

“I guess your mother is right. You really need attention especially when you’re sick.” He says in teasing tone. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. My mother?

I pull yourself from him. He realised my surprise expression and smile softly. He knew what did I meant by my glance.

“I meet your mother, the moment I date you. If that what you’ve been asking yourself.”

“What?” For sure, I am very surprise by this information. When did he even find a time to meet my mother.

“Yes I met your parents. To tell them about us and to tell them I am being serious with you.” I didn’t know about this. I never thought that he’s being serious with me and serious about being with me in the future when all this time, I was only thinking that he’s an immature guy that just wanted to be with me to fill in his free time.

“And?” I need to hear more.

“I told them I am going to marry you.”

“And?”

“I am going to have a child with you.”

“And?”

“I am going to be with you through everything.”

“And?”

“And that it. Is this kind of interview?” Your pout in response and he laugh to your response.

“And they gratefully accept me with one condition.”

“That is?”

“I should never leave you whenever you’re sick. Because that when you are in worst condition although it is only a normal flu.”

“That it? No warning to you like if you leave me, you’ll be dead!”

“Yah how can you said it like that!” He pouted and I kissed his pout away with my lips and I succeed in doing so. Jeongguk then explained to me that there’s exactly a condition given by my parents. They told him that although I am an independent woman but I am just like a glass. A very thin glass that if its fall, it can easily broken and shattered. Because of this they remind him not to hurt me, not even by a slightest words because that just who I am. A thin glass that can easily be broken even with a soft thump. I smiles softly listening to his explanation.

“But fyi, the reason they did not include ‘if I ever hurt you, they will kill me’ is because they know I am being serious with you. That why they did not include that as a condition.” That true though. No man would ever meet their girlfriend's parents at the earliest of their relationship.

“Come on Babe you need to get ready.” He helped you to stand up. Ready for what? He can sense that I forgot about the event that happening tonight as I stood up hesitantly.

“Your father’s wedding.” Promptly, my gaze meet him. How did he even know about that?

He smiles lightly to my surprised expression.

“Hmm how do I start this.” He folded his arm and playfully tease me by wiggling his eyebrows. I pinched his elbow and he laugh in response.

“I meet your brother. After your so called dates.” My eyes widened in surprise. But why did he text me in the morning if he knew that I arrived safely from my so called date.

“But you still text me in the morning.”

“Well, that was just to cover my meeting with him. But here it is. I meet your brother. Asking about you. Everything about you. I know your parents divorced since you were 3 and that brother is only your step brother but nevertheless you still close with each other. I know about your father’s marriage. He told me about it last two weeks.” So he told everything about me to him. That little brother!

“But he never tell me about your past lover. He said that its better to hear it from you because hearing it from other people would be different.” Ah okay. So he still spare some secret about me.

“I know about Hee Ra too.” My gazed meet him.

“I am sorry I didn’t tell you about it Kookie.” He smile lightly.

“Its fine. She told me about it. Remember that night? She told me everything that time.” What? So my crying last week was just an empty worry!

“And I know you cry because you feel guilty because you keep it a secret from me since she told you and Ah-Reum Noona about it. Right?” I nodded. 

“I am fine with it Babe. In fact, I am very proud of you. Proud as you still put your trust on me after what had happened, even after she told you her real feelings for me to you.” He then took your hand into his. Your head snap up to meet his gaze. He smile instantly.

“I love you babe. From the day I meet you. I know I am younger than you. But babe, please... trust me. I will take care of you. That my promise, to your father, mother, step father as well as your brother. And now, I only need you babe. Please, give me a chance to prove it to you that I am being serious with you, that I will take care of you and most importantly, will always love you.” To be honest, I never expect him like this. I thought that he’s just another man who only wanted to be in a relationship to fulfill his empty time. I never thought he’s serious with this relationship. Maybe because he’s younger. So that why I feel like I can’t depend on him too much. But I am wrong obviously. He’s much more matured that myself. He even meet my parents. My mother, step father as well as your real father. That really prove that he’s really serious about our relationship.

His eyes fixated on you, waiting for your answer. You smile in response and nodded your head. His eyes glistening with excitement with your response and he hugs you immediately.

“Thank you babe.” He said it happily.

“No, Kookie, thank you.” I replied him. I can’t be more thankful for him for accepting me for who I am, for staying with me and most importantly, for his loyalty although I bet there’s so much beautiful, elegant girl out there that suit him more but he choose me to be with him.

PS: Forgive me for any grammar/typos etc.

[bi-marvel]

For @merryspidermas‘ 11 Days of Xmas Positivity 

Day 2) Favourite mutuals

@visionofscarlet - the first mutual i’ve ever spoken to after someone stole gifs from her without giving credit (i think i’m still blocked lmaoo) but rosie’s great, she’s fun and easy to talk to, an insomniac like myself, her gifs are fucking phenomenal and she has a tiny obsession with vision (she also made me realise that vision is too underrated when he shouldn’t be). i don’t wanna go too fangirl so i’ll link some of my favourite gifs of hers (if tumblr doesn’t break the links of course):

x, x, x, x (i still hate you for that last one rosie just fyi)

@tony-stark-potts - i always see u in my notifs *insert squinty eye emojis here*. she’s also an english boy which means that whenever i use british slang in my tags she understands (although i’m very northern therefore i am trash). she makes moodboards and aesthetic stuff which is super dope and i had to stop myself from liking and rbing every one because i’d probably look like a crazy stalker. Some of my favourite moodboards by her:

x, x, x, x

@fuckavengers4 - i mean,,,, the username says it all, doesn’t it? diyora’s great and she’s funny and i see u in my notifs b, i see you. she makes edits too which i would watch but my laptop is broken so i unfortunately can’t, but i’m 100% sure they’re amazing so check out the lonely neighbourhood bi

@buckyjustwantsplums - i mean,,,,,,,, we met when ppl were saying st*rker isn’t a pedophilia ship so what more can i say? nah jk liv is so great to talk to, she once complimented me on my icons and i legitimately almost cried. i highly recommend giving her a follow unless you’re a st*rker then definitely not

@thefandomforme - a rare (kinda) spn blog that i follow which ships destiel (thank u for blessing me with ur posts maddie) so if you like both spn and marvel, she’s defo the blog for you! she’s also in my notifs a lot too, i see u maddie, i see u

and, of course @merryspidermas - she’s so fucking sweet and she’s so pretty!! and i will still fight you sami!! don’t think i won’t!! i almost died when you called me pretty smh man, smh. my 0 self esteem can’t handle that shit. i’ve only recently discovered that she has a sideblog for writing which my dumb ass didn’t notice until now (i’ll read some and probs update this with some of my faves but from the one mj one that i’ve read, that’s some good gay shit right there). if u don’t follow her, turn on your location i just wanna talk

[writing-is-my-backup-plan]

Borne on the Wings of Steel Part 2: Soaring on the Wings of Dawn

Summary:  You always felt like you didn’t belong, that something was inadvertently wrong with your surroundings.  Your life was simple; had a rental you called home, a normal and routine job, and a couple of friends from college.  One day, however, you wake up in a strange room with symbols covering every surface of the walls.  After two disgruntled and confused hunters find you, you discover that you are now in your favorite T.V. show.  The Winchesters try to help you get back to your universe, but what if maybe it isn’t where you were meant to be?

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Soulmate!AU, Season 13 spoilers, fluff, multiple universes, mommy issues, Gabriel, Luci, cursing, and of course shit writing.

Words: ~2.4 k

a/n: I never thought so many would enjoy part 1!  I have been so excited to write this next part that I only hope it lives up to half the hype you guys have for this series.  This is literally my second fic, and I never thought I would see over 100 notes on one chapter ever.  Not to mention all the lovely comments you all have been leaving.  Thank you for making a girl feel special! :’)

FYI SEASON 13 SPOILERS and slight deviation from cannon!  This story begins during and after 13x18.

Series List | Part 1 | Part 3 --> (coming soon)

The tension in the room was almost unbearable.  Sam, Dean, and Castiel all watched Gabriel closely, almost ready to pounce on him should he move; something must have happened that you did not witness. Apparently finding his courage, Castiel moved towards you and the weeping angel with something metallic in his hands; it wasn’t his angel blade, but you knew whatever it was it would harm Gabriel.  Your muscles reacted instantly as you side stepped out of Gabriel’s grip and walked around him to use yourself as a barrier between the two angels.

“Cas…” You trailed off in warning.

Disregarding your threat, he reached up to push you out of the way, preparing what you now recognized as a grace extractor in his other hand.  Angered by his audacity to ignore you, you swatted his hand away. “Castiel, this is not a good time. Back off.”

He rolled his eyes and continued his advance.  When you wouldn’t budge, he spoke harshly to you.  “Get out of the way.  We lost him once, and I am not failing again.  He has more than enough grace, extracting a little won’t hurt him.”

You placed a hand behind you on Gabriel’s back, reassuring him that you weren’t going to abandon him. Glaring back into Castiel’s predatorial eyes, you berated him.  “Is this what you meant by ‘Whatever it takes.’?  To go against so many of your vows – do you even having any vows left to break?  This is your brother, who has been beaten and nearly destroyed.  He has done so much for you, yet here you stand to milk him of his grace like a cow.  Stand. Down. NOW.”

The Winchesters gasped at your bravery.  To order an Angel to stand down, that took some guts.  What was even more surprising is that he listened.  Your words were knives straight into his very soul; how many times had he done this?  How many times had he gone too far, how many more times would he before he learned?  His stance relaxed, and his arms fell to his sides. You watched as his wings fluttered and shrunk in embarrassment, the reaction reminding you of a dog tucking its tail between its legs.  With his head down, he walked out of the room without another word.

After a few moments of silence, you shared uneasy glances with the brothers.  “Look,” You started. “I’ve got him.  It’s obvious he wants me, although I don’t know why.  I will take care of Gabriel; can you guys just go figure out how the hell I got here?  I kinda have work in the morning, so…”

With knowing nods, the two brothers left the room.  You turned around to see a stone-faced Gabriel and your heart became heavy yet again. As you walked back to his front, you noticed that you could not see his wings; the lack of feathers had you wondering if maybe you had been imagining Castiel’s.  Crouching down to his eye level, you spoke softly to him.  “Hey Gabe, everything’s okay.  No one is going to hurt you, I won’t let them.  Why don’t we get you into bed, hmm?”

When he didn’t react, you placed a hand on each of his shoulders.  “Gabe, everything is okay.  You don’t have to shut down.  I’m not going anywhere.”

With that, his eyes snapped to meet yours.  “I don’t want you to leave, not again.”  He whimpered.

“I’m not, I promise. I’m right here.”

“But you want the Winchesters to send you back.  I don’t want you to go back, A.  I need you; we all need you.”  He pleaded.

His nickname reminded you of some distant memory, but you couldn’t quite place it.  Shaking it off, you replied to the angel.  “Gabe, do you know how I got here?  Castiel keeps calling me Ariel and I – I don’t know who that is.  My name is Y/N.”

He was taken aback by your words, but only briefly.  “You don’t know who that is because you don’t remember.  I… I did something bad, A.  Not just like, making life slightly difficult for Heaven, I mean bad.  I had to, otherwise – It would have been worse if I hadn’t.”

Stroking his cheek, you consoled him.  “It’s okay. Whatever you did, Gabe, I’m sure it was the right thing to do.”

Leaning into your hand, Gabriel whispered.  “I hope you’re right, A.  I hope you’re right.”

The two flannel-clad Winchesters entered the war room to find Castiel pacing with his hands messaging his temples.  Wasting no time, Sam walked into the library to grab his laptop while Dean began speaking to Castiel.  “Okay, okay, so we somehow got Gabriel back.  That’s a positive!  We just need to get this woman back to her universe and then we can get back to business.”

“Dean, this isn’t going to go like you think.”  Castiel said with a stoic expression.  “Gabriel coming back here just confirms that he summoned her.  He is not going to let Ariel leave.  Also, did the two of you leave them alone?  What’s going to stop him from leaving with her?”

“Well, while you were getting your ass roasted, I placed that sigil you taught me that prevents angels from teleporting on the door frame.  Technically, he’s stuck in that room.” Dean retorted.

Thankful for the older Winchester’s quick thinking, the angel took a seat at the war table and sighed. “I didn’t know that Gabriel would have this connection with her.”

“Connection or not, who the hell is this Ariel chick?  You said she was Heaven’s guide?”

Before Castiel could answer, Sam reentered the war room carrying his now open laptop.  “So, get this.  Ariel is an angel from old Christian and Jewish theology.  She was briefly mentioned in Paradise Lost and according to this poorly written Wikipedia article, she is known as the personification of Israel?  She is also sometimes referred to as a Demon.”

“Which means?” Dean asked.

“That the internet has no clue who she is.” He sighed.  The two brothers turned their questioning glances to Castiel.  

“Cas, care to fill us in on what the hell is going on?” The older Winchester inquired.

Clearing his throat, he explained.  “Back during the dawn of man, angels and human lived amongst each other very briefly – the consequences were instantaneous.  Nephilim were in the dozens, and Heaven worried about their ability to protect all of creation.  Angels were then ordered to stay away from humans as much as possible, only intervening when necessary.  This created a new problem.  As centuries passed, angels no longer knew how to act amongst humanity.  Society has always been drastically changing for your species, and if an angel wants to investigate undercover, they had to learn how to blend in.”

“Well, you’ve been here for years and you still don’t blend in.” Dean laughed.

Castiel scrunched his brows together in irritation.  His attempt at a bitch face made Dean go silent instantly.  “Sorry.” The older Winchester mumbled under his breath while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

The annoyed angel continued. “As I was saying, it became obvious that Heaven needed someone on the ground at all times.  Their duty would be to live among you and be able to teach newly arrived angels about modern society.  God was displeased by the amount of Nephilim that were created before, so He refused to assign an angel to this task.  Therefore, he created Ariel.  She was neither an angel or human; she is somewhere in between, yet different from a Nephilim.  Her powers are limited, and she cannot mate.  She was – is – referred to as the Earthly Mother of Angels.  Before they are sent to their assignment here on Earth, every angel reported to her for social training.”

“But you said she’s been dead for two thousand years, what happened?” Sam asked.

“She was living in Jerusalem, preparing for the flood of angels that would arrive when the Christ child was born.  That’s probably why that article called her the ‘personification of Israel’.  She had been there for almost a century when she was murdered.  As soon as the angels felt her signature die, Heaven swarmed Israel.”  Pausing, Castiel chose his next words carefully.

“Lucifer’s blade was found in her chest and armies of Heavenly hosts were called to arms in preparation for war against Lucifer.  It was discovered that he was still locked in the cage, and it hadn’t been tampered with either.  No one knows what happened, the evidence didn’t make any sense.  In the end, there was nothing done because the Christ child was on its way, which obviously took priority; she was all but forgotten.”

Silence fell over the room as the Winchesters debated what to do.  It was then that Sam realized Castiel was hiding something.  “Wait, if all angels were sent to her, why did you say you never met her before?”

Castiel stood up to resume his pacing before answering.  “I was ordered to never meet her.  During that time, I was still an – uh – unquestioning soldier.  To this day, I still don’t know why.”

Raising his eyebrows, Dean began to rant.  “Great. We have the Mother of Angels in a room with a broken archangel, who by the way, summoned her.  You were ordered to never meet her, which add a whole new layer to the already messed up cake.  She may or may not be super powerful but doesn’t remember a damn thing. Oh, and she thinks this is a T.V. show?”

“Do the two of you now understand why I was so upset?” Castiel snarked.

A few hours passed, during which Gabriel lay next to you in the tiny bed.  Although angels don’t sleep, his grace put him into a slumber like state since his wounds were still healing.  His large frame clung to yours like a child would when woken up from a nightmare.  Your fingers softly stroked his hair as you considered what to do next.

It was becoming clearer and clearer that this was in fact not a dream.  That thought alone was enough to make you want to run for the hills. No matter how much you loved the show, you never wanted to step foot into a world like it.  Now, you had hunters and angels claiming you were someone you clearly were not, and their refusal to elaborate on their accusation was even worse.

A knock at the door broke your rambling thoughts.  Someone was finally coming to talk to you.  “Come in.” You whispered quietly, as to not wake Gabriel.

The door slowly opened to reveal a concerned Castiel.  His trench and sport coats had been discarded, making him appear more approachable somehow. He walked cautiously to the bed before taking a seat, careful to not wake Gabriel up as well.  “How’s he doing?”

You took the opportunity to insult the angel.  “Well, now that someone isn’t trying to do the exact same thing that was used to torture him for six years, fine.”

Castiel flinched; a reaction you expected would please you, but instead made you feel worse.  Your guilt was soon replaced with surprise, yet again, when Castiel’s wings unfolded, their tips resting against the bed.

The angel brought a hand up to rub his cheek before speaking to you.  “I’m sorry.  You were right.  I have done so much wrong in the last decade.  I just… I don’t want to fail the Winchesters.  It so hard to balance between two families, them and Heaven.  I don’t want to harm Gabriel, I just want to save Jack and Mary.”

Hesitation was never common for you but being in the universe had changed that completely.  You wanted to comfort Castiel, but how you did not know. Strange, considering you so easily consoled the archangel that was now asleep in your embrace.

Not knowing what else to do, you reached for Castiel’s other hand that rested in his lap.  Stroking the top of it lightly with your thumb, you glanced down at your clasped hands.  “You will save them Castiel, I know it.  It may look impossible now, but you’ve always done the impossible.  It’s okay to make mistakes, that what makes us…” You trailed off, trying to find the right words.

Castiel chuckled at your pause.  “Human? I am not human, Ariel, and neither are you.”

“I was going to say real.  Reality isn’t about orderly, step-by-step actions and events.  The overall picture happens for a reason, but they way you get there is not a straight line.  Life isn’t about point A and point B, it isn’t about the journey either.  Being real is understanding that sometimes you have to go to point C and D to unlock B.  There is no logic behind it, only motion.  People who say, ‘You’re only human’ don’t consider that.”  You had more you wanted to say, but Gabriel began stirring beside you. Once stilled, you continued.

“Also, for the last God – Chuck – damn time, my name is Y/N.  You can believe that I am this Ariel chick, but I want to be called Y/N.”  You stated flatly.

With a shy nod, Castiel submitted.  “Alright, Y/N it is.  Just a warning though, almost every single Heavenly being is going to call you Ariel.”

“Who was she anyway?  If I am at least going to be accused of being this woman, I may as well know what she was.”

It was then that Castiel explained to you the Mother of Angels.  A Heavenly host who taught the angels how to live among humans.  She was a teacher, an informant, a sanctuary, but most importantly, a motherly guide.  She was there to help angels who were grieving over their now lifeless Nephilim and lovers after their initial destruction.  She was councilor who prevented new Nephilim from being created.  She was the barrier between Heaven and Earth, sometimes even between angels and God.

When she was stripped away from the angels, they wept and mourned for their mother.  They were ready to strike down whatever evil had done this to her but were silenced by God’s orders to protect the Christ child.  

With her mysterious return, and no Father in sight to order them, loyalties in Heaven were about to be questioned.

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[my-emotional-self]

Desired Hearts (Alex x OC/Bill x OC)

Pairings: Alex x OC / Bill x OC

Warnings: none

Summary: After getting the job of your life, you move to Dublin to work on the set of Vikings.  You told yourself you were going to remain single after the emotional abuse your ex-boyfriend put your through.  But what happens when you meet not one, but two guys who wiggle their way into your life?  Will you let either one of them get close enough to you to change your mind about being single?

A/N: FYI, this is going to be a slow burn!!!

It was another typical day in New York City as you sat in the bedroom in which you grew up.  The sun was shining high in the sky, illuminating the bedroom but instead of the beautiful singsongs of birds, there was nothing but car honks.  “Ugh, I have to get out of here,” you groaned, your leg bouncing up and down nervously as you waited for Sharon, the Human Resources Manager from Vikings to appear on your screen.  

More insistent car honking finally made you get up from your chair and shut the window.  As you slammed it shut your skype call with Sharon showed up on your laptop.  Moving quickly you sat down on the chair, smoothing down your hair before answering with a smile.  

“Hello Sharon,” you sang in professional manner, a bright smile plastered on your face.  

“Hi there Effie.  Are you ready for the interview?” she asked. You had emailed Sharon back and forth a few times, but this was the first time you heard her voice or saw her. She middle aged, probably around 40-45 with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes.  

“As cliché as it sounds, I was born ready,” you replied with a chuckle.  Hey, it was the truth.  You had only been back in New York City all of two weeks after your last job and you already needed out.  The city life wasn’t for you, not after traveling to the destinations you had for your previous two jobs.  

Sharon smiled, looking down at your resume she had in front of her.  “You have a very impressive resume Effie.  Very impressive indeed.  Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself and how you got to where you are now?”

You took a deep breath, never liking having to talk about yourself but you knew it was needed in these situations.  “Ok, I ahh, I was born and raised all my life here in New York City.  Ever since I was young I found a passion for doing hair and makeup, always practicing all my dolls,” you let out a chuckle just thinking about those memories.  “I went to Empire Beauty School and got an internship job on The Walking Dead.  I work down in Georgia with them for two seasons before applying to Game of Thrones.  I got the job with that show and moved to Belfast Ireland where I’ve worked for the last three years up until Season 7.  Now they are taking a bit more of a hiatus between seasons and I didn’t want to go that long without work so…here I am!”  You gave a nervous chuckle at the end, hoping your description wasn’t too bad.  

“Well that is just wonderful dear.  And since you have lived in Ireland the past few years you already know your way around I’m guessing?”

You quickly nodded your head before replying.  “Yes, and even though I was in Northern Ireland, I still made plenty of trips down to Dublin and am very well acquainted with that part of the country also.”

Sharon nodded, continuing to read through your resume before locking eyes with you.  Her smile growing wide as the corners of her eyes crinkled. “Well then I think that is all I need. I will be in touch.   Thank you Effie,” Sharon declared.  

“Yes thank you so much Sharon.  I look forward to hearing from you.”

With that, the skype call ended as you blew out a breath of air.  “That wasn’t so bad,” you chimed to yourself as your hands pulled your long brown hair into a topknot.  Getting up from your chair grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen and headed back to your room, not wanting to deal with your mother.  

Your home life was rather unsatisfying growing up.  Coming from a broken home would do that to you.  Your parents divorced when you were 15, but in your opinion, they should have divorced many years before that.  Hearing their constant yelling and screaming is was truly dove you into practicing hair and makeup.  It was a whole other realm for you to escape to.  You were an only child also which made your childhood in the cities rather boring.  Both your parents were lawyers and they were always on the go or studying for cases. And when they were home, well, let’s just say they weren’t paying too much attention to you.

~~~

The next morning you were scrolling through your email as you happened upon one from Sharon.  You sat upright with a jolt, opening the email.

Effie,

It is with my greatest pleasure to let you know we would be honored to have you work with us here on the set of Vikings.  I have included all the travel arrangements in the file for you.  It is your responsibility to find an apartment to live in but the company will pay the first two months’ rent until you get settled.  We look forward to seeing you in two weeks!

Sharon  

You read the email multiple times, squealing in delight.  This was without a doubt, your absolute dream job!  Ever since Vikings first aired you had been hooked from the start. Floki was without a doubt your favorite. You had yet to see the second half of season 4 but now you had a long flight ahead of you to catch up on it.  

The next few days you spent packing and researching apartments in Dublin.  From where they filmed it was only about a 45 minute drive to Dublin and even though you hated city life, Dublin was not bad at all compared to NYC.  Dublin was more laid back compared to the chaos here.  Even though you didn’t have to report on set for another two weeks, you wanted out of here as soon as possible.  

Luckily you found an apartment in a rather desirable building for a great price.  All it took was a quick phone interview and you apartment was all ready to move into whenever you wanted; it even came furnished which you were grateful for.  

Your bags were packed and the rest of the stuff was being shipped over, curtesy of your mother. “Alright mom I’m leaving,” you remarked, hauling your large suite case behind you as you put on your flats. Lillian, your mother hugged you from behind; her strong perfume invading your nostrils and you wanted to choke on the smell.  

“Effie dear, won’t you please reconsider?”  Her voice sounded pleading but you knew better.  She was rather manipulative and you were done playing her games.  She wanted you to stay here because she was lonely but you weren’t going to fall for that trap.  

You let out a dejected sigh, giving her a weak smile.  “I can’t mom. You know this is what I want to do. I have to follow my dreams.”  She started crying and you had to give it to her, being able to cry on demand.  ‘She should have been an actress’ you thought to yourself.  She latched onto you as she swayed you back and forth in her arms. “Ok mom I have to go or else I’m going to miss my flight.”

She pulled away, her face sullen.  “That won’t be so bad.”  You rolled your eyes at her before giving her a kiss on her cheek.  

“I’ll text you when I land. Bye mom.”

Making it out the doors, you hailed a taxi.  You took one more breath of the NYC air, cringing at the polluted smell as you smiled; never having to look back again.

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[infinnitethejackal]

computr machine Broke ???

fyi the text there is “so my laptop is really broken right now????? this is how my typing is coming out and im literally writing normally what the actual“... it pushes everything to one end and just messes up spacing entirely. on here its fine tho? now for some Facts:

- other programs also have completely blank boxes where text should be and aren't writing properly either, and my file and folder names are also blank but still functional (ive backed important stuff onto a usb in light of all this) - theres been loooots of lagging and freezing up and i even got a blue screen of death the other day - chrome just wont open anymore and idk why so ive been having to use that edge thing - haven't done anything out of the ordinary which makes this even more strange - this is just after my phone randomly started crashing and is now super screwed up, and again, just before that one of my heat gun's settings broke which i’d had for only about a week i am absolutely convinced something is out to get me this cant all be coincidence i guess it iiiis sorta my fault bc it keeps telling me to restart to “repair driver damage” (where the heck from is what id like 2 kno) since the blue sceen i got but id been putting it off bc i have this fear that when it comes back on ill have just. lost everything bc it looks so worrying rn. it also might be my fault bc i often have So Much Open so maybe i overloaded it and messed it up myself in which case, no right to complain lmao