#ok but I kept laughing I’m so sorry digger

[timethehobo]

Suicide Squad KTJL but it’s that cutscene where Joker (seemingly) kept coming on to Boomerang. 😂

[biggestsimponhere]

A/N- no hate to Sharon I love her I just needed to use her,because she had the thing with him in civil war, also I am by no means a writer so this probably isn't even good. Also I will try to write things that are all different genders and non binary, just let me know what pronouns and what song : ).  This fanfic is based on “Fuck you” by CeeLo Green (sorry if this is bad I’m not very good at writing)

Warning: explicit language, drinking

Y/n = your name

Y/n/n = your nickname

Y/l/n = your last name

     We were all at one of Tony's parties again, he really likes to throw parties I guess. I've only been here for about three months but we've had a party every couple of weeks. I was looking across the bar at one thing, Steve Rogers, his perfect hair and how is shirt was just tight enough you could see his muscles through the shirt.

     But next to him was perfect Sharon Carter, her nice blond hair wavy and landing perfectly around her shoulders, the way her smile just lights up the room as they laugh and joke, and she playfully touches his arm. "Hey" a voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I turned to see Nat standing there, drink in hand. " Hey Nat" I finished off my drink and poured myself some more.

    " Are you just gonna keep drinking or are you gonna go talk to him" she said pouring herself more of whatever she was drinking " I don't know what, you're talking about Nat" I said biting my cheek " Please, Y/n we all know you like Steve, he's just to blind to notice" oh no she caught me, play it cool, play it cool " No I don't, why would I like him, there's no reason to" and with that she walked away and started to look for tony.

    I don't understand there obsession with trying to get me to admit to them that I like Steve. I mean am I really that obvious, I can't be, can I? No this is ridiculous, I need another drink. As I went to turn around I bumped into the one person I've been avoiding. "Oh hey Steve, didn't see you there" I said looking away trying to cover up the fact that I was now bright red. "I mean clearly or you wouldn't have bumped into me Y/n/n" he replied grabbing a glass of champagne from the tray. Why did he use the nickname he's gotta know that has an effect on me by now.

     "Y/n" someone called walking towards us, "Yes tony" I grabbed my glass of champagne from the counter and began drinking. "Come on, we set up a karaoke machine in the front, and you're gonna do it" he said pulling my arm. "Tony, I don't want to, I think I sound like a dying whale when I sing" I say while trying to pull my arm back. "Come on Y/n we both know that's not true, you sing while walking around the tower all the time" he said pulling my arm harder. "Fine tony but you owe me, Bye Steve" I said giving in to the pull on my arm. "Bye Y/n/n" he replied walking back towards Sharon, gross.

   "Yes you got her to agree, finally" Nat said pulling me to the front. Tony picked up the mic "Y/n's gonna go fist, so Y/n the floor's yours" I grabbed the mic from his hand, and picked up the song book and started looking for a song, as I was reading I looked up and saw Sharon and Steve, she was being all giggly and grabbing his arm. Forget about it, I looked back down at the song book and then stopped on the song "Fuck you" by CeeLo Green, perfect, I was a little tipsy right now, but who cares.

    After I leaned over and told the DJ my song choice, the music started up and I picked up the mic again. "I see you drivin' 'round town with the boy I love And I'm like, "Fuck you", I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough"  I started singing. I did however hear Nat say "I guess she chose some creative liberties with the song to make it fit her"

   "Hah, now ain't that some shit?" I sang them Wanda shouted from the crowd "Ain't that some shit?" I smiled then went back to singing, "And although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best" this time my eyes scanned the crowd while purposely trying not to look at Steve.

    "Yeah, I'm sorry, I can't afford a Ferrari, But that don't mean I can't get you there, I guess he's an Xbox and I'm more Atari, But the way you play your game ain't fair"  even though I tried to avoid it I did accidentally look right at Steve.  "I pity the fool that falls in love with you, Oh shit, she's a gold digger, Just thought you should know, Ooh, I've got some news for you, Yeah, go run and tell your little girlfriend" I then heard a "hell yeah" from the crowd and looked over to see Pietro and Sam cheering. I guess everyone really did know about my crush on Steve.

    I continued singing the song and ended up right back at the chorus. "I see you drivin' 'round town with the boy  I love And I'm like, "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough I'm like, "Fuck you and fuck him, too", Said if I was richer, I'd still be with ya Hah, now ain't that some shit? (Ain't that some shit?), And although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best, With a, "Fuck you" (Oh, ooh, oooh)." Now with Sam, Wanda, Nat and Pietro filling in the background vocals. I finished the song while looking at Steve and Sharon.

    When I was finished I set down the mic and everyone was cheering I walked over to Wanda and Pietro, and grabbed another glass of champagne. "That was amazing Y/n, maybe Steve will get the message now" Pietro said leaning over the counter. "Get what" I heard from behind me and nearly choked on my drink. "None of your business Steve" I replied after clearing my throat. (Btw I almost put "nunya" here but decided against it 👹) " well I did hear my name, wouldn't that make it my business" he replied confused. "It could be or maybe we were just talking about you, which I think makes it none of your business" I gulped down the rest of my champagne.

    I started to walk away but Steve grabbed my wrist not harshly of course but squeezed enough to pull me to the counted. "Ever the gentleman, Steve" I nearly tripped on the stool, and he had to put his arm out to keep me from falling over. "Ok what's up with you, you've been acting like this all night, and we both know you wouldn't normally pick that song and then change the lyrics" he kept his arm on my shoulder steadying me. "Nothing is wrong Steve, I've gotta go" I started to walk away, hoping he wouldn't follow me but he did. I made it to my room before I tripped in my heels and he had to catch me. I opened my door and since he was still standing there nodded my head towards my room.

    We walked in and sat on the edge of my bed. "Seriously Y/n/n we've been friends for years, what's wrong, and don't say nothing again" he said grabbing my hand. "Nothings wrong, why are you even talking to me right now, why aren't you out there talking to Sharon" I replied yanking off my heels and walking into the bathroom that was attached to my room. "Is that what this is about, me hanging out with Sharon" he questioned, I walked back out in my pajamas and sat back on my bed.

    "I really don't know how much more obvious I can be about this steve" I replied pulling my covers back. "I still don't know what you're talking about Y/n/n" he replied, "Steve is it really that hard to see that I'm in lo- that I like you" I yanked my covers fully down and fluffed my pillows. "What did you just say" he moved closer "that I like you" I replied sitting down again " no before you said I like you" he said moving closer " what?" I said "you almost said that you're in love with me" he got even closer now "nuh uh I would never" I replied moving a little bit back " well that hurts Y/l/n because I'm definitely in love with you" he replied sitting next to me now.

      "What about Sharon freaking perfect carter" i said grabbing my water, "Sharon is not nearly as perfect as you and besides we're just friends" he said grabbing the water bottle he leaves in the room after we watch movies. "Besides Sharon doesn't really matter when I've always been in love with my best friend" I nearly choked on my water, "Did you just say you love me" I replied clearing my throat "No I meant Bucky, yes of course I mean you Y/n, I've been in love with you since the day you walked into the tower" he replied leaning closer "Well that's good because I love you too, Steve" I said leaning on closer. His eyes glanced down at my lips and I caught myself doing the same to him. "Can I kiss you Y/n" he said leaning closer "of course Steve" I replied leaning closer closing the gap between us  (consent is sexy guys and does not ruin the mood, everyone ask for consent) we finally kissed and it was amazing, after that we turned the tv on and cuddled while watching movies.

  The next morning we woke up to the sound of a camera snapping and the sight of all of our friends. I lifted my hands up because they turned on the lights. "What the hell are you guys doing in here" I said moving my blanket in front of my eyes. "We had to come check on you and we didn't see Steve in his room so we came in here and found you and Stevie boy here cuddled so I made Pietro get the camera so I could take a picture of it" Nat said moving the blanket from your face. "Wonderful, now can y'all leave I'm tired" I said cuddling back into Steve's side. " I guess but we will be back later lovebirds, and Y/n I want all the details" Wanda said ushering everyone out of the room, steve and I quickly fell back asleep.

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[hitozy]

her love language ≪ masterlist ≫  see you soon! 

The night before he leaves for Brazil, Hinata finds himself in YN’s new apartment in Tokyo. His flight was early in the morning and since YN was the one that bought his ticket there…

Her place was pretty nice actually, it felt like YN. Rich, pretty and warm.

“Baby, I’m home!” Huh? He hears a little pitter patter and as the sound grows louder so does the carrier.

“YOU GOT A DOG?!” 

YN laughs as she picks up the  puppy, “Yep, daddy thought I’d feel less lonely with him around. Meet King Charles,” she hold him out so that I can pet him, King licks my fingers and wiggles in YN’s arms, “he's an 5 month old dalmatian!” Hinata takes KC from YN’s hands and cuddles him as the puppy licks his face and neck, “He is so cute, princess, but uh, I'm calling him King or KC for short.”

“You have my permission. But everyone else has to call him King Charles, I expect nothing less.” Hinata smiles at her comment, he’d guess that for her, this puppy was her baby and she demanded the same respect she receives directed towards him.

YN gave him a tour around her place, eventually showing him ‘his room’.

”Um... whos stuff is this?” He points at the watches and products in the room. ”Ah, Daddy must’ve forgotten to take these with him last week. Don’t worry, you can use whatever you want.” He felt a sting in his heart, hearing that her father came to stay at her apartment, he must be feeling very lonely without his only child there. “Ynnie... why aren't you living with your dad anymore?” “Daddy sold the house.”

“What? Are you guys ok? CAN YOU AFFORD THIS PLACE?”

YN laughs at his outburst, “Relax! Let me explain! A few years ago my dad had a relationship with a, and I mean it in the nicest way possible, a gold digger. It was pretty nasty towards the end and - stop doing that face, their relationship isn't like ours!”

“Miss. Princess, it kinda sounds like-” “Let me finish, please.”

Hinata stays quiet while playing with KC, “She was always in it for the money, pumpkin. She lied to me and my dad, she stole things from our house, she stole things that belonged to my mom…” Hinata knew that YN’s mom had passed away during childbirth (he did some research after a year of being around her), he still found it touching to hear her mention her, because she never did, “Anyway! She stole a ton of stuff without consent and since she was only his girlfriend she didn't have permission to look into our accounts, which she did. The house brought bitter memories for us so he refurbished the house and donated it to a youth center. Since he’s been traveling a lot this year we figured he could stay with me when he’s here until things calm down.” “How does that make me different from her?” “I-...” she stays quiet for a while, probably trying to find the right words, she silently slides beside him and bops KC’s nose, “You don’t want me to spoil you, but you accept it because you know that's my way of saying ‘i love you’ without really saying it.” “Yeah” “Yeah”

Ding dong. "Pizza’s here!”

After eating until they felt like balls of fat, YN told him to take a shower and meet in her room for movies. He was met with the cutest image ever, he had to take a picture of it. YN in bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets with KC jumping around the bed. As he entered, KC barked happily at him, excited to see his new friend. She smiled at him and patted her side, encouraging him to get in.

As soon as he was under the blanket, YN snuggled up to him and gave him the remote, “You choose.”

Ever since that kiss, YN had been a lot more touchy feely with him. She would cuddle up to him any chance she would get and hold his hand when they were out or whenever she wanted. At first she would hesitate but as time went by she noticed how ‘inexpressive’ he was about it, she just went ahead and did it. He was actually having a war in his head because ‘I shouldn’t lead her on’ but ‘I don’t want her to go’ kept on playing on his mind.

He propped his arm around her shoulders and let himself become her pillow, “I’m thinking 101 dalmatians, what do you think KC?” KC barked in agreement, “aight, lets do it.”

As the night moved forward, KC fell asleep in the weirdest position behind YN. It had been a couple of hours since the movie finished, but neither one of them had wanted to go to sleep yet. They watched a few other movies until they just left it as background and talked instead. As her laughter continued he watched her, the abandoned movie illuminating her face, giving her a slight glow.

Hinata felt his heart clench and before he processed it, “Can I kiss you?” YN stared at him, laughter gone, “I-im sorry, I did-” “Kiss me, Shoyo.” He felt her hand caress his cheek. “Go ahead and kiss me.” He leaned in and practically smashed their faces in, YN giggled, “You’re eager.” “‘M sorry” he was so embarrassed as he started to push himself away.

YN held his face in her hands. “Lets try it again, yeah?” “Yeah”

She brought their faces close and she pressed her lips softly against his. She angled her face and slotted their lips together in a slow rhythm. As she continued their slow kiss, he pushed her back against the bed and let his upper half lay on top of her, resting all of his body weight on his forearms encasing her head. He moved one of his hands down, to caress the sliver of exposed skin on her hip, as a result she gasped and it was enough for him to slip his tongue inside her mouth. He groaned at the feeling, it had been more than two years since the last time he had kissed her and he didn’t know how he lasted that long. He felt almost feverish as she combed his hair, her fingers reached the base of his neck, pulling him closer.

He detached his lips from hers, “I’m gonna miss you, you know that right?”

She smiled at him, “I know, and you know that I’m gonna visit you as soon as I can, right?” “You better or else I’m going to cry.”

She snorted and mushed his cheeks together, “Aw my poor cry-baby pumpkin.” “Hmph… when you do visit me, bring KC with you, I bet he’ll love the beach.” “I will.” “I’m going to become better YN, for me. I’m going to get better and get results.” About life, volleyball and us.

She held out her pinky, “Promise?”

He linked his pinky to hers, kissing the back of her hand, “Promise.”

her love language ≪ masterlist ≫ see you soon!

facts:

➜ Dalmatian’s spots are unique! Its similar to a snowflake or a humans finger print. ➜ No one knows where exactly they come from, their origin is a mystery. ➜ They became popular after the movie ‘101 Dalmatians’ but people couldn’t handle how energetic they are and more than 80% were sent back to the pound. (I wanna punch these assholes :))  ➜ King Charles is YN’s first pet and companion. On their first meeting she met his eyes and fell in love. They’ve been together for a month. ➜ YN calls Hinata ‘Your dad��� at King Charles, Hinata doesn’t know it yet... OOPS. A/N: Look, adding King Charles was fully self indulgence and I am not even gonna apologize. Enjoy this fluffy baby just like his mom and dad do. Also, dalmatians are cute af and no one talks about it. 

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[lady-plantagenet]

What hasn’t already been said: The Spanish Princess 2

Episode 3: GOOD Grief! (we finally have a good episode on our hands)

To all those of you keen enough to have come back for another segment of ‘what hasn’t already been said: TSP’, as opposed to have just been scrolling when you see this - welcome back! (Scrollers you too <3)

Drawing of Thomas More’s Son AKA who Margaret Pole at this point wants to be the step baby momma of ;).

To anyone who’s seeing this for the first time: what this is a list of observations, jokes, reactions and criticism which occur to me upon a rewatch. I wait every week until Saturday to do this so that I have had my fill of scrolling through the tag and aggregating what has already been said. I tried doing a whole spoof (here where I gave up 10% in) but tbh a) I don’t know the history well enough b) it’s more time consuming than I thought and c) this series is just not as funny or as crazy as TWQ, so it’s untenable. Having said that: This is not a hatepost. I’m not hatewatching this series and nitpicking on purpose but expressing my honest views and trying to find the good in it as well as the bad.

Without further ado...

First Scenes: 

LMAO the way Wolsey suggests they break their alliance with Spain is freaking hilarious because the actor delivers the lines as if he were a high school girl making a personal attack by suggesting the prom change its theme to 70s disco to the chagrin of the peppy up-and-coming rival.

Also @ Henry VIII looking like the peppy up-and-comer’s bff and shy stan with that pencil bite and small smirk when Catherine loses her cool against Wolsey.

I’m sorry... who is Henry married to again?

Also what is Margaret Pole doing at the council meeting?? I’m not saying I don’t like it.

Margaret Pole warning against certain repetitive thinking creating madness :(((

Attempted Naked Twister:

Oh Catherine, what is with you and all the other STARZ protagonists and that weird politcky bedroom talk? Who actually finds this sexy?

‘Catherine you are unnatural’ ooof that line delivery was somehow haunting.

Was the whole ‘I can’t be rushed you are off-putting with your overpowering’ a callback to Arthur and Catherine? Apparently there’s another writer for this episode so I won’t put all subtly past them. 

Scotland:

‘Shitey men’ asdkjashd

Look I’m tired of all this ‘my children won’t be safe’ line getting repeated. Look mate, murder of royal infants and children was not exactly a common occurence, even in cases of deposition. The Princes in the Tower are an exception to this but a very infamous case for that reason. Child murder was extremely taboo. In situations like this with an infant kid, no one is going to bother murdering the babies and taking their thrones, the lords will just vie for power and make themselves de facto rulers and oust the queen. It’s not a question of safety but a question of holding power. Stop giving all women characters perma mummy brains.

Maggie being all caring:

‘Barnaby’ *scoffs* ‘Such an English name’ - OH MAN 0_0 is Catherine mocking them for trying to adapt ? Like I know it’s meant to show her envy for Lina, but it’s coming out all messed up.

Our girl Maggie’s smile screams I’m beating your ass in chess.

Anyhow this is the least histrionic we’ve seen Catherine so far.

Chaplain vs Catherine:

I’m interested how Catherine will feel at Stafford’s execution given that I have noticed this show build up to a friendship between them.

Why is everyone laughing at the whole ‘will you delight us with new schemes’ line was not that funny?

LMAO at Thomas Boleyn’s attempted brown-nosing. 

You know what? Ruairi is a decent actor. When he says ‘so you admit it? you lost the child because you tried to be a man?” the actor conveys Henry’s troubled mind, lowkey scare towards Catherine and bewilderment all in one. The way his eyes do not move but just widen emotionlessly also gives this sense that he is being manipulated (which I guess they are going for with Wolsey). Then the whole choir music in the background.. I don’t know.. I’m liking this, it’s creating a vibe of a king of haunted and increasingly paranoid Henry. I’m sure they are going for that, so good.

Ursula Pole and Mama:

Maggie Pole say ‘riches don’t keep you safe’ with tears in her eyes :’(. Please tell me how this is not her thinking on her parents and granddad Warwick and what befell them ;’(.

I find Ursula refreshing actually, don’t get those types of heroines often. But they are making her similar to a gold-digger, an exhalted marriage was first and foremost considered a thing of honour. Noblepeople wouldn’t speak in such mercenary terms regarding their marriages. 

Post Mary Defiance:

I love the ‘horse’ nickname from Brandon n’awwww

Also just realised what made TWQ so atmospheric - that wierd ‘oooo’ sound effect in the background when a character was being paranoid or worrying. They are using it during Henry’s ‘How is it that I have no sons?’ and it is just... so effective.

Catherine calling them ordinary children... she just keeps striking me as more and more classist. Like ok, I know every royal was... but still, I thought she was meant to see Lina as a friend and equal despite her race and status. To add the race element, this kind of rubs me the wrong way.

Also it is so clear by the end when Catherine states how the king is upset with her, she expects Maggie to ask her about it.. but she doesn’t lmao.

Back to Scotland until Sexy boy fencing:

I love me this soft boi. Angus <3 <3

I like how they address that some men don’t really like killing and that violence isn’t inherent in a man’s nature.

Oh man, are we supposed to look at Lina’s house and deplore the impoverished conditions? It would go for at least 3,000,000 pounds in today’s property market?

Is Catherine being particularly classist again with ‘Why u not becoming a butcher Wolsey, ey?’. 

Though I will admit the ‘but giving meat to the poor is also good’ was one of her only smart comebacks.

Just realised, Catherine’s pink dress pretty as it is, looks straight out of the 1570s... why?

Montage and After:

You guys are right, there is this weird longing between Henry and Wolsey lmao. It is actually insane.

So basically Catherine is officially depressed

OOOFF we have Stafford as regent instead of Catherine. (edit: I suppose it’s cause they go to France which they didn’t historically? Also if Stafford is at home then what is his son later doing in France, why would he be there without his father. This show didn’t think this through)

Meg Singing:

An impassionate speech is not too anachronistic. But despite the title of this post (what hasn’t been said) I will reiterate that 16th century and Medieval people’s problem wasn’t that they were ashamed of their grief and didn’t cry. In fact, crying was somewhat more socially acceptable then than it even is now! Even manly men like Arthur were written as crying in literature such as Malory’s Morte d’Arthur. Obviously you couldn’t go overboard, but in truth crying was indeed often too performative rather than hidden too much behind doors.

Pole and More UWUWU in France and after:

I LIKE THIS INTELLECTUAL FLIRTING

It’s nice to see a depiction of romantic feelings between mature and level-headed subjects.

God Mary Tudor is so beautiful in this scene jesus. and the music when she was being presented was also very beautiful.

Maggie Pole getting given ‘a modest income’ yeah... she was one of the wealthiest peers of her day.

Also Maggie’s lady cousin not lady aunt Frost!

‘shaking of the sheets’ lmaoooo

William Compton cracks the hell out of me. I love this guy. He is just so creepy and twisted yet super keen and friendly. ahaha He looks like a riot, I hope we see him more. lmao tiles.

Also this palace feels very anachronistic almost 18th century-ish.

I like the Louis and Mary sequence, it’s nice seeing him trying to make her feel less scared, but OMFG when he lay on that chair.. for one second I thought they were trying to kill him off already.

Scotland: ‘Love is an open doooooorrrrr’ + Last Scene:

I ship Meg and Douglas ahhhh this soft boi x strong woman match is everything Henry and Catherine could have been.

I wonder... why is Lina speaking in Spanish more than Catherine. hmmm Are they trying to foreshadow Lina’s eventual return home and how Catherine become a true englishwoman?

Conclusion:

7.5/10

I cannot in all fairness believe it. This was actually decent. I’ve given up on historical accuracy long ago so by this point I’m focusing more on how it stands as as drama. I mean, TWQ was also a flop when it came to grasping the complex issues of that era but why do I feel compelled to rewatch it every year? Because it had atmosphere when it came to acting, music, certain aesthetics (though the costumes let me down often). It felt adequately gothic and dark, yet bright and jewel-lish when it had to be, sometimes both at the same time. Some one-liners were also memorable etc...

So far TSP 2 did not have any of this. Everything felt way too off and anachronistic. But not even consistently anachronistic. The music was also often very meh (though I just noted the absence of the spanish stringy theme that kept playing in season 1 - I guess I understand why), the dialogue very clichéd (‘alright lads let’s throw in the words: king, crown, power, fight, battle + other buzzwords and we have ourselves Shakespeare’) and so on... but I saw a change in this episode and I couldn’t initially point out what it was.

Upon rewatch, I identified some of the improvements (noted above) but above all: The producer was different! Boy does it show. Unfortunately, I think she is only for this one episode which really sucks. Come back! There is more chemistry between the couples, less predictable interactions, pervy Compton, cinnamonroll Douglas, better music, more scenic shots (e.g Douglas and Margaret in church) e.t.c. I hope it will match the rest of the STARZ productions in getting better towards the end.

Look it’s no masterpiece. But I’ll give credit where it’s due because at least this time it didn’t leave me feeling wanting and unsatisfied (if that makes sense).

[hellohellohellobingmetropcs]

Sum lite 🤨

Zion was ordered by management to apologize to the beanz on your behalf for your breakdown on live.

His jealous fans finally got under your skin after 4 months of officially dating. This being the reason Zion kept his relationship offline. You were no secret to his friends and fam.

Of course he’d subtweet you on the timeline so fans were under the impression there was a lady in his life, but who?

In a state of pure bliss and love you posted a pic of you and Zion from your camera roll, tagging him in the picture on your public Instagram.

The next morning fans poured in with the screenshot, summing up his subtweets and little hints with your picture to confirm the relationship.

Zion being the fan favorite member, making you the most hated girlfriend out the gang. The other guys’ girlfriends got hate but also received much more love from fans than you.

Out of boredom you decided to go live on Instagram, just seeing what was up in the world. You rolled your eyes at some comments, making a mental note to block the accounts later.

“None of you know me. Shit, you don’t even know Zion!”

You sighed in frustration, pulling your hair up in my messy bun. Now they were calling you rude and telling you that you didn’t deserve Zion.

“Everytime he posts a pic of us here comes 50 of you calling me a gold digger— on my life everything I have is because of me. Nobody gave me shit. I don’t ask Zion for shit. Anything he gives me is a gift”

Zion nodded to himself in agreeance as he watched the video with his headphones on.

PrettyMuch were flying back to California from Florida for some promo for their new album. First thing on his mind was to get back to you and shower you with his love which he knew you needed right now.

“Then there’s the ones who think I wanna steal clout. Bro fuck y’all. Honestly”

You reached down to Simba, setting him on your lap. You cuddled him, watching more and more hate comments fill your screen. As easy as it is to just turn off the screen, everyone knew you and Zion to be the outspoken couple. A thing never got past you two without being addressed.

“Y’all are delusional as fuck. You’re like 15 behind a fanpage and only spread hate? Go do your homework”

Zion grew a little angry with his supporters as the tears in your eyes welled up. He couldn’t wrap his head around why people that support him want to make his significant other feel bad. You’ve been nothing but quiet when fans disrespect you online because you understood what it was like to be boy crazy over a boy band in your teen years and not like the idea of your idol dating.

Today was where you’ve had enough because in person you’d never let the disrespect slide like that.

“I don’t even know why I’m upset. I don’t care about what y’all think. That’s my husband .. yes we’re married, don’t ask. I’m not going anywhere”

After the complied clips of the livestream came an old video of you two kissing. In the background Zion could hear himself say he loves you.

The video splattered a hint of blush across his yellow cheeks, making him eager to get home.

Time had crept up on you when Zion’s appearance startled you from your book. It was 11pm already and you knew he had a late flight so you stayed up.

“Are you mad?”

He chuckled, already knowing what you were referring to. “Baby you can’t just go off on fans like that”

“Z I’m sorry. They just ..” you let a harsh sigh, circling the room as the anger re-entered your veins.

“Don’t cry mamas. Talk to me”

You hadn’t noticed the hot tears falling from your eyes until Zion mentioned it, pulling you into a warm hug.

“they make me so mad” you muttered out.

“They’re kids babe. Calm down love” his thumb wiped away your tears, pressing his lips over your swollen pair.

“You’re smart, funny, sexy, crazy .. everything I want in a woman. Fuck them kids! I’m in love with you, not who they think you are on the internet”

“You’re quite the looker yourself kuwonu. I love you too”

“I’m gonna shower I’m tired”

“Tired?” His hands slid down your back, thumbs drawing circles over your back dimples “Baby let me put you to sleep”

You laughed at his devastation to come, spinning out of his grip and making your way towards the bathroom for a hot shower before bed. “My cycle is on you hornball”

He mentally cursed himself knowing he was waiting for this day since the day he left. His favorite hello and goodbye present is always sex. He’d be broke if he was paid to keep his hands off you.

You did as you said, falling right asleep instantly after the wash. Zion was in awe of how you’d mindlessly for for one of his shirts instead of actual pajamas at night.

Before the night was over he wanted to get the whole live situation out the way and under wraps.

He set up his laptop in his desk, heading straight to Instagram for a live session. Fans poured in with their thoughts and opinions on your from earlier, he read a few just to see where their heads were at before going in.

“Hey guys I just wanted to hop on here and say wassup” he waved to the camera, watching as greetings poured in from his devoted fans.

One question about you caught his attention. He stayed quiet as he pondered on how to address the situation.

Looking into the camera he could still see you sound asleep in his bed with his T-shirt on.

“Most of you know this .. (Y/N) is my girlfriend and she’s been around for a while now. Like she said she’s not going anywhere any time soon so get used to her. Also, be nice. The name-calling is childish and if you were a true fan of mine you’d understand she makes me really happy. I’d hate to lose her over something like my own fans bullying her. It makes me sad that I even have to address this .. bullying isn’t ever ok. I’ve talked to her about what she said and she’s really sorry if she offended anyone and if that’s not great enough, I am too. I love you all so much and I love (y/n) too. Okay now that that’s out the way I’m about to shower and hop in bed with my lady. I’m really tired. So much new shit coming to you guys so stay tuned! Bye guys”

On that note he ended the live, doing exactly as he planned. The cool night air whipping around your body as he lifted the covers to slide into bed with you after his shower. The bed sank in on his side making you roll into him, wrapping your arms around him. He smiled to himself, dropping a hand on your ass per usual as his own tiredness took over him.

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[blackstonesandtrapnest]

Hi lovely! I believe you follow my QPR Nana fanfic tender rain? Could I please request some Nobu x Reader fluff? Have a lovely day!

OMG hey :D Thanks for stopping by and thanks for the request! ^_^ Go check this lovely lady out on Quotev! Reader is female btw! Sorry it’s too long! It’s under the cut due to the length!

~~Birthday Relaxation~~

Working 12 hour night shifts in a factory was quite exhausting and taking its toll on Y/N. But just because she was the girlfriend of a rockstar didn’t mean that she was a gold digger. While she definitely appreciated her boyfriend Nobu’s offer to help her pay for college and most other basic necessities since BLAST’s debut turned out be a raging success, Y/N preferred to pay her own way hence why she was currently working in a factory. Luckily her schedule was planned around her studies and her parents still sent her money every month as long as she kept her grades up so everything was pretty excellent on her end.

Right now, Y/N was currently asleep in Nobu’s apartment wearing some rather....interesting pajamas that she had decided to buy when she got paid last week. Y/N had the weekend off and it wasn’t just any weekend. It was her 25th birthday and to celebrate, she had decided to spend the weekend at Nobu’s place like they planned. However said boyfriend wasn’t present at the moment since he had attended a party with BLAST last night after another big concert which Y/N couldn’t attend due to being at work but she definitely got some pics and texts from everyone alongside birthday wishes which made her shift a lot less boring and more eventful!

Y/N felt the bed shift and warm arms wrapping around her which made her coo and smile. “Hung over I assume?” She giggled at the look on Nobu’s face as she spoke. “No Y/N I’m not hung over. Well at least not anymore. Did you come straight here after you got off from work? Now I feel like crap for not being here.”

“It’s ok Nobu. You’re here now and that’s what matters. We have an entire weekend to spend together remember?”

“Happy birthday Y/N. I’m gonna make this the best birthday you’ve ever had! Starting with your present! A gift from BLAST to you!” Nobu also had secretly planned to take her to dinner at a fancy restaurant where the others would be waiting for them but it was obviously a surprise.

Nobu picked up a rather long box that he had hidden underneath his bed and gave it to Y/N. “We all pitched in for this but it was mostly my idea so feel free to thank only me!”

“Shut up you dork! I’m thanking all four of you when we go out for dinner later on!”

Y/N opened up the box and gasped at what she saw. The box contained a gorgeous black leather jacket and pants complete with skull earrings and a matching necklace. “What in the world Nobu?! It’s beautiful!”

“Look and see what’s on the back of the jacket.”

Picking up the jacket and turning it around, Y/N saw that it had her name on the back of it along with her birthday. With tears leaking from her eyes at this point, she launched herself at Nobu and hugged him tightly, peppering his face with kisses. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome Y/N! I love you too!” Nobu laughed as he returned the hug and kisses with just as much enthusiasm and love. Eventually breaking apart from her boyfriend, Y/N hopped out of the bed with her gift in hand and Nobu sputtered when he saw her pajamas.

“Wait a minute! When did you start wearing stuff like that?! Not that I’m complaining of course!”

“You’re just now noticing my pajamas Nobu? I bought these last week when I got paid. I assume you like them? Good cause I got even more of these!”

Taking off her pajamas, Y/N slipped on her new outfit (not caring that she didn’t have a shirt or bra on) and twirled around, showing how well it fit her body. Striking a sexy pose, Y/N gave Nobu a sultry wink. The poor boy looked like he had seen a ghost and was as red as a beet. His reaction was nothing short of priceless.

“Put a shirt on Y/N!”

“Nope! I wanna make you suffer some more! Do you like what you see?”

“Yes now cut it out! If you keep that up, then your birthday will be ruined!”

“Ruined how? Nobuo what are you hiding?”

“I’m not telling you! Put on a shirt so we can go! You’re not spending your birthday all cooped up in here!”

Not feeling like interrogating her boyfriend, Y/N put on a black crop top that clung to her body and zipped up her jacket before putting on her boots. Nobu snuck up behind her and wrapped a blindfold around her head which made her jump and tense up. “Sorry Y/N but I gotta do this. Can’t spoil your surprise now can I? Just trust me. You’ll love it.”

This was gonna be one hell of a birthday.

[gustafsnightangel]

Shattered Lived Ch 13 Pt 1

It was cliche but she loved watching him sleep. That massive frame relaxed and at peace, the slow rise and fall of his chest, the long arm that was always secured around her keeping her to him like she was his tether to the real world.

He rolled, gently pinned her beneath him, smothering her he kissed her sleepily. Her chuckle made him smile.

“You’re thinking is very loud love.” Her heart melted at his deep toned groggy mumble. He rested his head on her pillow and those eyes of heartbreaking blue opened and focused on her.

“Sorry.” She whispered and kissed him on the brow.

“What were you thinking?” He asked and lazily stroked a hand over her body, sending pleasurable shivers across her skin.

“Nothing really just admiring the view.” She murmured and let her fingers caress the scruff at his cheek and jaw, her eyes roaming his face.

“What is it love?” He asked, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“Sometimes this doesn’t feel real, like you’ll disappear. I know it silly but....” He kissed her tenderly cutting off her sentence and train of thought.

“I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere you can’t come with me.” He said softly and kissed her, his hand slowly disappearing into her hair as he deepened it. He knew where her mind was heading, that constant fear that one day she’d get the call and he’d be gone too.

The feel of her under him and those lips against hers was enough to have him harden. Those curves, that touch, it drove him fucking crazy. He really didn’t have any control over what she made him feel, or how deeply she made him feel it.

“It’s not silly.” He murmured. “But it’s very real love.” His eyes locked onto hers, finger trailed along her jaw, down her neck. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered.

“Only to you.” She sighed as his fingers dragged down her side and took the sheets with it.

His hand hooked her behind the knee and resting it over his hip he gently slipped inside her. Her soft sigh only making him harder. He kept his thrust slow, the gentle pull and push torturous for both of them.

“I’ve missed the feel of you around me.” He breathed kissing her. “Under me.”

He made love to her. The gentle touch, the softness of his kiss. The arousal he inflicted on her, bringing her to the edge. He watched her go over, that soft cry of his name, the way her eyes glazed over before fluttering shut as her body gave itself over to pleasure. Gave herself to him.

She loved the feel of him thrusting slowly, sensually. As her pussy continued to grip him she felt his body tense, those toned muscles rippling under her hands. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him so his mind blanked.

“Give yourself to me.” She whispered and felt him thrust harder before he came, a soft groan into her mouth as he let the pleasure coarse through him.

He chuckled as he buried his face in her neck breathing her in.

“I’ve missed this.” He whispered. “Us.”

Her smile always undid him. He was about to kiss her again as Lily stirred. “Me too.”

“I’ll get her.” He murmured and kissed her gently.

“Good morning Lily bear.” He said softly as that little face popped up over the edge of the crib and smiled through the tears that had started to fall.

He kissed Sildie as Lily chattered to him with the occasional dad dad. Getting up, he slipped his sweats on and changed Lily, bringing her back to bed with him.

“Someone’s feeling better.” He cooed. “No fever.” He said kissing her brow, back to normal he thought.

“Thank god.” Sildie breathed out. Last thing she needed was a sick kid on top of everything else.

“What are your plans for today?” He asked Sildie as he snuggled his two best girls to him.

“I’ll get the boys to school and hopefully this one will go to daycare today without the need for throwing up everything and everywhere, then I can spend the day with you.” She smiled at Lily as she hugged Gustaf. “What about you?”

“I have my birthday lunch with my family today. Two of my brothers and Mum are at work tomorrow so we’re all getting together today.” He kissed Lily on her neck and cheek which caused her to giggle and laugh.

“You should come with me. Meet everyone.” He said quickly without really thinking and then mentally kicked himself at seeing her face fall. You fucking idiot, that wasn’t smart, not this week.

“I, I’m..” She was speechless.

“I can’t.” She choked and saw the flash of disappointment in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I want to meet them but just not this week.” She let her hand brush his cheek. “I can’t, I can’t answer those questions today. I’m sorry and I’ve let you down.”

He saw the grief, the stress, he hadn’t thought it through. There would be questions she wasn’t ready to be asked and he should have thought about that before asking her. His family knew he was dating her but they didn’t know the situation.

“It’s fine love, I shouldn’t have put that on your plate, especially this week. They just really want to meet you, meet the woman that’s made me so happy.” He kissed her tenderly and swore at himself. He should have just left it alone. “You haven’t let me down, I just didn’t think before I opened my big ass mouth.” His chuckle brought a slight smile to her lips.

“Have you told them?” She asked hesitantly. “About us, all of this?”

“About Quinn and Dana?” He asked and she nodded. “No. It’s not my place.” His fingers brushed her jaw. “I can if that’ll make it easier for you later on, but only if you want me to Sildie, it’s up to you.” He wouldn’t take the control from her even though he’d wanted to spill his guts to his family, he wouldn’t betray her like that. “All they know is I’m dating this really hot red head with four pretty awesome kids.”

“Can I think about it?” She asked smiling at his last comment. “I don’t know how I’ll handle that yet. Handling us and the kids and this week is enough.” She felt like shit for turning him down after everything he’d done for them, but she couldn’t handle anymore. She couldn’t handle the questions, the inevitable judgement. “I’m sorry.”

He hooked her under the chin with a long finger and waited for her to look at him. Then and only then did he kiss her.

“Don’t do that love, don’t.” He said sternly as he could see her already beating herself up over it. “It’s ok to tell me no.” He kissed her with that tenderness that floored her. “It’s ok to tell me you’re not ready.”

“I’m not saying no, just, no for right now. I just can’t.” He could hear the tears threatening, her own will in her voice for them not to fall. “It’s too much.”

“I understand love.” She wasn’t ready, none of them were yet not really. He’d jumped the gun, too much too soon. “We can talk about it later. Whatever you need.”

“I want to meet them, I really do. I just. I can’t go falling to pieces in front of them when they ask me stuff about the kids.” She wondered if Ana had said no to meeting his family and that possibility made her feel like shit too. “I do that enough with you.”

“Let’s talk some more after this week is done ok? It’s ok to shelve things.” It was a moment where he wished he could stuff those words back in his mouth and rethink before he opened it again.

“Mum Mum Mum dad dad. Sooch.” Lily said and Sildie giggled at the look on Gustaf’s face.

“Did she just say what I think...” Gustaf was in awe of the tiny child he was holding.

“Yep, pucker up love, sooch time.” She laughed but Gustaf beat her to it. He kissed her longingly, deeply, like needed it to draw his next breath.

“You need to get up and get the boys ready.” He said as her alarm went. “Tea?”

“Yeah please.” Sildie said as he let her go so she could climb out of bed.

“Dad dad sooch.” Lily squealed and with a chuckle he kissed the kid until she was laughing.

With the boys showered and dressed they sat down to breakfast. They were stoked to have Gustaf here and he was spoiling them with pancakes, regular ones. The morning was a little disjointed but it would take time for them to find a smooth routine.

The kids and Sildie stood at the door before they were about to leave, double checking they had everything.

“I’ll be here when you get back.” He murmured and slipped a hand under her sweater to find bare skin. “That’s not playing fair love.” His low tone as seductive as his hand.

“Gotta get you back somehow.” She grinned. “I’m a little sore after last night.” She whispered.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He asked and she saw the concern in his eyes.

“Because it’a a good sore, legs and arms mainly.” Her wink settled him.

Brendan gave him a huge hug before putting his bag on his shoulder. No words were uttered but Gustaf didn’t need them, the hug said it all. The twins hugged a thigh each and they were off to the elevator.

She heard the low growl as she bit her bottom lip as the elevator doors closed. That would get him ramped up for some alone time when she got back.

The kids departed easily considering the last few hours with Gustaf, they knew he’d be there tonight so the separation wasn’t as bad, even Lily went without fuss today which was a first.

“Please don’t let our shit get in the way.” She murmured to herself. She’d already done that though hadn’t she. “Already done that though have I with the whole meeting his family thing.” She blew a breath out. Damn that was going to be a stressful meeting. He had a large family and she knew there’d be questions about the kids, her life, their life. Would she ever be able to answer those?

“Fuck!” She slapped her hand on the steering wheel. “Don’t let that fuck things up.” She pleaded to the universe as she drove home. “I do want to meet them, I want them to be in the kids lives but I can’t deal with that today.” She sighed out. “Who am I kidding I can’t deal with ANY of this shit today, this week, any of it every fucking day.”

She thought about how his family would react to their brother, their son, dating a woman with four kids that weren’t hers. They must think she’s some whore or gold digger.

“And that’s not fair.’ She berated herself and shook her head. “That’s not fair on them or me, I don’t even know them and Gustaf’s not like that.” But she had to be ready to defend herself, the kids, the situation, their relationship. Then what if Gustaf saw the light and decided he was better off without her? “What if they fucking hate me? What then? Fuck Quinn what the hell am I doing?” She sighed. “Why did you have to fucking leave me here on my own?” Her choked sob ripped from her throat before she could stop it.

She walked through the door a while later to slow jazz playing, the curtains closed, and the smell of a fresh pot of tea. She kicked off her shoes, hung up her coat and leaned on the door just taking it all in. The soft blue glow from the sun through the curtains, it was bright but soothing. The two cups nestled together with the pot to keep them warm. Her favorite jazz playlist, the man knew how to set the mood. Could he be anymore perfect she wondered.

He came out of the bedroom in sweats and no shirt, that bare chest open for her to touch. Apparently he could, she thought. That smile said it all, I’m here for you, I love you, even though the words were far away from those lips right now. Neither of them ready to utter them for the fear of rejection, the fear of hurting the other.

“You’ve been crying.” He said gently as his arm scooped her around the waist, his hand took hers in his, and he started to slow dance with her, tucked in cheek to cheek.

“I’ll be fine. Just my usual morning conversation with Quinn in the car.” She laughed it off but he heard the grief under it. She was trying so hard to shelve it, to keep it out of their day. She wouldn’t tell him she’d sat in the garage and sobbed for twenty minutes just to get it out and compose herself.

“And what do you two talk about?” He asked kissing her temple softly.

“You mainly.” She muttered as her hand at his back caressed his skin, soothing herself more than him.

“So that’s why my ears have this burning sensation every weekday morning.” He looked at her and saw the smile, it was slight but it was there.

She rested her head against his chest and shoulder, letting his arms curl around her holding her close. It was soothing to dance with him, arousing too with that killer body next to hers. Her hand wandered over his skin, feeling, remembering.

“I’m sorry about today.” She murmured. “I just can’t answer those questions.” She still felt awful for turning him down. She knew how close he was to his family’s what they meant to him.

“Enough now love. We’ll make it work.” His tone was low and soft as he held her and swayed. “There’ll be other days.”

But what if there’s not she thought, what if their days are cut short like Quinn and Dana’s. She’d never get a chance to meet them and they mattered to him, she mattered to him or he wouldn’t have asked her to meet them. And now you’re being stupid she said to herself. Just ridiculous.

“Stop it.” He said sternly. “I can hear the internal argument you’re having with yourself. Stop it now, let it go. It’s ok.”

He had a knack of reading her emotions a little too well she thought irritably. She’d relax soon enough he thought. Once she let her mind unwind. Dancing and music would take care of that, so would their closeness, touch healed in its own way.

This was what she needed, what he needed, the closeness, the connection. She was grieving but he knew there was something more about today that she hadn’t told him, he hoped she would.

He felt the tears as they fell onto his bare chest and held her closer. He gave her the silence to just be with him, cry, let it flow out. She would talk to him when she was ready, if she was ready. For now he’d just be the calm in her storm as promised.

He’d kept the music purposefully slow so he could soothe her. “This was one of Quinn’s favorites.” She mumbled into his chest, the tears still falling. “He played this for Dana when he proposed to her.”

“That’s a sweet memory.” He said drawing her closer if that was at all possible.

He kissed her head and breathed in her scent, that scent which soothed him more than he’d ever admit to anyone.

“Don’t shut me out love.” He said softly into her hair.

“I’m not.” She sniffed and let his hand go to wipe the tears away. “I just don’t know where to start with any of it.”

“Start where ever and with whatever. There’s no right or wrong way.”

He let her have the quiet and had almost given up for the moment when it just started to tumble out of her.

“I was in England when their housekeeper called me. The kids were at school and she’d had the police at the door. Their car had been hit head on by an out of control truck. I dropped everything and jumped on a plane, mid trial, mid opening arguments, mid everything. The boys would come home from school to an empty house, with a housekeeper in tears. It was only when I walked through the door ten hours or so later that Brendan knew something was really, really wrong.” She stopped dancing and just held onto him, she felt so lost, her ship adrift in the stormy sea.

He kissed her, held her, and listened. Taking a deep breath and blowing it out she continued.

“It was after I’d been to the hospital, saw them both as they fought to live that I made my way to their house. I had to tell the kids what had happened, to break it to them that their parents would never be coming home.” Her voice was a choked sob. “I had to break their hearts.” The sobs tore out of her now, those soul destroying cries that sliced him deeply. “I destroyed them, their lives, everything.”

It was times like this he hated feeling things so much but in the same breath was thankful he could. He could never understand her pain but he felt it all the same. He didn’t realize until now that she’d had to tell the boys, that she’d taken on so much in those first few hours. No one to comfort her, help her, support her. She’d been completely alone, but not this time around he thought.

“Let it out love. Hold on to me, I’ve got you.” He murmured gently as he held her while she crumbled. Curled into his arms those endless sobs clawed their way out of her.

“I’ll never forget their faces, it broke them. That look of disbelief as their world crashed down around them.” She said as the sobs subsided to silent tears. “I’ll never forget their faces, their cries.” She took a shuddered breath before it flowed out of her again.

“We all went to the hospital that afternoon, the twins sat waiting for news on Dana, I sat waiting for news on Quinn, Brendan went back and forth between the two. He wasn’t sure what to do, whether to take care of his brothers or fall apart himself. Eventually I got him to sit and wait for news from Quinn.” Calmer he let her out of his grip long enough to grab tissues and then pulled her close. “He had to grow up so fast.” She sniffed as his hand rubbed her back in slow even strokes.

“The boys were asleep in the waiting room when they came to tell me about Lily. What they’d have to do to save her. The news that neither Quinn or Dana were responding to treatment, and that the machines were the only thing keeping them alive was the final blow. The kids were a mess, I wasn’t much better. The doctor explained what it meant so I didn’t have to. The hope that we’d held onto that they would be ok was lost, snatched away.” He stroked his fingers through her hair and kissed her tenderly.

“I’m sorry this is all really depressing.” She laughed, it was a tight grief filled laugh.

“Don’t do that, don’t close it off now.” He whispered gently and kissed her again. “Come sit down and have tea, it’s steeped enough.” He murmured and danced her slowly over to the table. “Tell it all to me love.”

He kissed her, letting the love and tenderness pour from his heart into hers with the unmistakable message of heal her. His knuckles brushed her cheek as the other hand gently removed the clip from her hair.

“Tell me what you need love.” He said not quite ready to let her go.

“You.” She rested her head against him. “Just you. This.” Her voice was more relaxed now but he held her a little longer to steady himself. It was tearing him apart too.

He sat and pulled her into his lap. She half sat, half fell into him, the energy to keep herself upright suddenly gone. She was content to have him decide how she should sit. She kissed his lips with such sweetness his heart almost stopped, the silent thank you before she went on.

“The boys and I sat with them, the twins slept with Dana that night, cuddled against her. Brendan was in with Quinn. I was up pacing and talking with lawyers and doctors and everyone else that needed my attention.” She poured the tea even though her hands were shaky.

She didn’t care if he saw it, and he understood the need to keep busy. “Keeping busy kept me together. I guess that’s why I have a difficult time relaxing now. If I kept busy I didn’t have to think about it. Didn’t have to deal with it.” She sipped her tea and he saw her relax as his hands stroked long calming strokes along her spine. “All I could think of was I’d never see him smile again, never look into his eyes and have that twin conversation. He was my brother, my best friend, and the only family I had left.”

He toyed with her hair giving her time.

“I felt like part of me was missing even before he died. It was like our connection had brutally been severed and there was only silence. So quiet it screamed at me.”

“The twin thing?” He asked gently and she nodded.

“It’s like having a phone to someone open all the time I guess. It’s difficult to explain.” She stared into space.

“You felt it happen didn’t you?” He brushed his fingers through her hair and saw the slight nod. “You felt him leave.” He’d heard the stories of twins feeling each other’s emotions, their pain.

“I felt a sharp pain in my heart and then nothing. I thought it was just stress and maybe a prelude to a heart attack but nothing happened after it so I brushed it off. The case was a doozy so stress was the obvious cause, at least that’s what I initially put it down to. It was only after the housekeeper called that I noticed our twin link was silent, eerily so. But not just silent it was gone.” Her voice was so quiet he had to strain his ears to hear her.

“I’m sorry love.” He murmured as the eerily silent tears streaked her cheeks. He couldn’t imagine the grief from losing a sibling as he still had his, let alone a sibling you shared a womb with.

“We had to talk about turning the machines off.” She choked out quickly as if the words were clawing at her throat on the way out clearly not wanting to be voiced. “Fuck I never want to have to do that again, decide when someone dies.” She put her tea down with a trembling hand and leaned her head on his chest, the sobs came hard and fast this time, bubbling up and consuming her completely. “I never want to make those decisions again.”

He held her tight, it was all he could do while she purged it. This had been bottled up for a year and had eaten away at her.

“I told them I wanted Lily’s birthday to be separate from their deaths, it was the least I could do for her future if she lived.” She sniffed. “She was so tiny.” Her voice was fragile now and it pulled at his heart seeing her so distraught. “The boys watched her from the NICU window and it hit them hard too. I think they realized then it was actually happening and not just some crazy prank or dream they’d wake up from.”

“Once they got Dana stable enough again I had the staff put her in the same room as Quinn. I knew what had to happen next and I wasn’t going to have them die alone in separate rooms. The doctor was really good, he understood. He actually fought with the hospital about it.” She sipped her tea and stared into nothing. “I never did get to thank him for that.” She said wistfully.

His kiss brought her back to the present. “You just went there in your mind didn’t you?” He asked softly, the first words he’d spoken in close to an hour.

She nodded as the tears that had stopped briefly streaked her cheeks again. “The boys curled up with them and I let them have their final night with their parents, while I stood watch outside the room.” Her stare was vacant as she spoke, the grief too painful to even acknowledge she was speaking. She just wanted to get it out. Once it was out it would be done. “I was trying to find the courage to let them go, to turn off the only thing keeping them here. I almost chickened out. I had enduring power of attorney and could have kept them alive. I could have gone against their wishes written into their living will.”

“No you couldn’t.” He kissed her tenderly. “It’s not in you to disrespect someone like that even if it’s your twin brother.”

“But I wanted to, I knew what was being asked of me and I wanted to be selfish and stop time so I didn’t have to be the one to let them go.” She reached for another tissue and blew her nose.

Her eyes were red, face blotchy, but he was relieved she was finally comfortable enough to let this out. Healing would come later, this was at least a start.

“Dana was fading faster than Quinn after they delivered Lily. I think she realized she didn’t have to stay here any longer to keep Lily alive. At least that’s what the doctor had said. So at 4am I had to wake the kids to say goodbye.” She paused and stared into nothing. “Brendan interlocked Quinn’s hand with Dana’s...” She breathed and blinked. “Why did I not remember that until now? He’d interlocked their fingers so they were holding hands. Brendan held onto them both while Liam curled up with Quinn, Finn with Dana.”

“And where were you?” He asked gently knowing full well where she was and what she’d had to do.

“I had to turn off the machines.” She sobbed. “I had to let them go, but I didn’t want to.” He held her like a wounded child now. “I didn’t want to.”

“I know love. I know.” He also knew that this was what killed her on the inside. The decision that only she could make, the one to end their lives to give them peace.

“I killed them.” She choked, that keening sob tearing out of her and slicing him to pieces.

“No, you gave them peace love. You give their kids love and a good stable home. They could go knowing you’d take care of their children.” He said softly.

“But I killed them.” Her whisper tore chunks out of him.

He firmly took her head in his large hands and gently forced her to look at him. Those eyes found his eventually, complete misery looked back, she was hurting and so lost.

“You gave them peace love.” His kiss tender. “You gave them peace. You did all you could for them, and now you give their children peace, with a home, and love. Logically you know it was the only thing to do, the grief and the guilt tell you otherwise.” He kissed her again and then touched his lips to her forehead.

“You didn’t kill them love, they were already gone.” He bundled her close and held her while the new wave of sobs consumed her. “You gave them peace.” He’d keep telling her that until his last breath. This wound was deeper than the others and would take more than a day of purging to heal.

He held her as the guilt and shame tore from her in sobs that destroyed him. They shredded his soul. This was what love did to you he thought. It chewed you up and spat you out.

“I’m sorry.” She said after a while. “I sort of wrecked your morning.”

The tears had slowed as she started to surface. He only hoped that this had soothed part of her soul and not damaged it further. She’d be a wreck for the rest of the day but it would start the healing process for her.

“Never be sorry for feeling comfortable enough to talk to me love.” He murmured as she turned in his lap to straddle him.

He grabbed the tissue box and held it for her as she cleaned herself up, the mountain of spent two ply tissues on the table. She looked at those pools of ocean blue and found calm looking back. How in the world was he able to do that she wondered. Be so calm when she was literally falling apart in his arms.

She kissed him sweetly. Fuck she was wrecked and probably didn’t look much better.

“And you didn’t fuck up my morning.” He smiled. “You’re here, I’m here, we’ve got good jazz, good tea, and I get to kiss you.” He kissed her tenderly, that deep love seeping it’s way into her, calming the ragged edges on her grief. “Can I ask you something?”

She nodded and drank the remainder of her tea even though it was stone cold.

“Who named Lily?” His fingers toyed with her unbound hair as he watched her closely.

“The boys.” She shrugged and his eyebrow shot up, he hadn’t expected that as an answer.

“I asked them what we should name her, they thought about it and came up with Lily. It was Dana’s favorite flower, she loved them.” He smiled at her words. “So we named her Lily Dana O’Rourke.”

“You’re incredible.” He breathed and kissed her with that tenderness and love he only had for her. “And sweet.” He kissed her again and saw the puzzled look on her face.

“You could have named her, taken that role on yourself, but you didn’t. You gave that to the boys which only made their bond with their sister, and you, stronger. They love you Sildie, sure it’s been a little rocky, they’re adjusting, you’re adjusting, but they love you. Don’t forget that. And don’t ever stop being the incredible person you are.” His soft words tugged at her heart, warmed her. Maybe she had done the right thing she wondered. If that were true why did it hurt so fucking much?

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Gold Digger - Chapter 1| Gwilym Lee x OFC

A/N: Sunday, 6:11AM. This dumb bitch realized she never posted the first chapter because it got stuck in her drafts. I’m so sorry. 

Warnings: Absolutely none. Maybe some mild swearing? 

Word Count: ~1.4K

Prologue

Lizzie and Gwilym had just calmed down from a laughing fit. Still in the cafe, they  were so preoccupied with their conversation, they didn’t even realise time was flying  by.

“Seriously, clowns?” Gwilym dabbed at the corners of his eyes as he chuckled.  “What’s so terrifying about clowns?”

“The make-up, for starters!” Lizzie pointed one finger up in the air. “They’re  always chasing kids around with balloons and candy.” Another finger. “They aren’t  funny, at all!” Third finger. “They’re usually creepy old men.” Fourth.

“Alright, solid points.” Gwilym smiled and ran a hand through his hair. Lizzie felt  her breath hitch for a split second. “How long have we been here?”

“I have no idea.” She shrugged. “Judging by the amount of coffee and food we’ve  consumed, though…”

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!” Gwilym apologised, yet again. “I didn’t mean to keep you  from going about your day!”

“You didn’t, I chose to be kept.” She winked and smirked before having a quick  look at her watch. “God, we’ve been here for hours!”

“Have we, really?” Gwilym’s face scrunched curiously as he looked at his own  watch. “Would you look at that!”

“I have an odd question,” Lizzie said and bit the inside of her cheek. “Feel free to  tell me to sod off if I’m out of line, of course.”

“Yes?”

“Do you work?”

“Do I work?” Gwilym parroted. “Yes.”

“So, is this your day off, then?” Lizzie cut a chunk of croissant with her fingers  and popped it in her mouth.

“In a way,” Gwilym propped his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his fist.  “I’m sort of on a hiatus. In-between projects.”

“Right.” Lizzie nodded slowly. “Well, I should get going. I have so much I need to  do still -”

“Oh, not a problem!” Gwilym cut her off. “Is it alright if I asked for your number,  maybe?” 

Lizzie mulled it over. 

On the one hand, this man is probably the best looking man  she had ever seen, let alone spoken to. On the other, she’s had enough of in  between jobs and waiting for my next project type of men. Yet, again, he was so  devastatingly handsome.

“Sure.” Lizzie finally said and took Gwilym’s phone to tap in her number. He  called her and hung up after two rings.

“Now you have mine, as well.” He grinned.

###

‘I see what you meant about clowns.’

Lizzie opened the text and snorted when she saw the picture attached. It was a  T-Rex photoshopped as a clown.

‘I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, clowns are terrifying!’

She didn’t even put the phone down before it dinged again, notifying a new  incoming message is waiting for her.

‘Today was great. I don’t think I’ve ever lost track of time in conversation  like that before.’

Lizzie’s thumbs hovered above the screen for a minute while she pondered what  her response should be.

‘It was definitely nice :)‘

“Earth to Elizabeth!” her roommate snapped her fingers in front of Lizzie’s face.  “Hello? who are you texting all the time?" Shelly almost scared Lizzie out of her skin. "Whoops!"

“Sorry, Shelly,” Lizzie switched the screen off and tossed the phone aside. “You were saying?”

“Answer my question, then!”

"No one." Lizzie smiled sweetly.

"So, a bloke?"

"He's a man, yes." Lizzie tried to sound nonchalant.

"Handsome?"

"So handsome." Lizzie smiled to herself.

"Sharing is caring, Liz." Shelly sauntered over and flopped down on the sofa next to Lizzie. "Get on it with it. Go on."

"His name's Gwilym -"

"What kinda name is that?" Shelly snorted.

"Welsh."

"Right."

"He's about as tall as a tree, he looks like a prince out of a fairy tale."

"How'd you meet?"

"He knocked me on my arse a couple'a'hours ago." Lizzie mumbled.

"He knocked you on your arse?"

"He was jogging, we both weren't looking where we're going and just..." Annie clapped both of her hands. "On my arse."

"Charming."

"Bought me coffee later. Talked for hours at the cafe."

"That's nice." Shelly said. "What's the catch?"

"There's no catch." Lizzie lied.

"There's a catch. You did the thing with your lip. You're lying."

"I think... it's just that... well, he's unemployed..."

"Oh bugger." Shelly groaned. "Another one bites the dust."

### "Hello?"

"Oh, there she is!" Gwilym drawled. "How are you? Been trying to talk to you all day!"

"Yeah, it was hectic." Lizzie blew a strand of hair away from her face. "Work, you know?"

"What happened?"

"The kids got into a huge fight in the yard during recess," Lizzie jumped back as a hoard of kids ran past her. "No running in the halls! Sorry, the kids..."

"School's still going?" Gwilym frowned. "I was hoping you were finished by now!"

"Oh, I am!" Lizzie sighed gratefully. "Just leaving for my car, now. How was your day, Gwil?"

"Good, good!" Gwil smiled to himself. "Met up some mates, had a couple of pints down at the pub..."

"It's not even five o'clock."

"I'm on hiatus and an adult." Gwilym snarked. "Don't judge me."

"Right."

"Would be lovely if you joined me next time I'm at the pub." 

"I've got such a hectic week ahead, Gwil." 

"Righty-O."

###

Lizzie sat with her legs tucked under her, her sock-clad toes poking out slightly. She typed at the screen furiously, giggling out loud occasionally, totally lost as far as the Netflix series she and Shelly watched. At first Shelly had some things to say about her behaviour. Lizzie could not be pulled away from her phone no matter what. 

The only thing that got her to stop texting was when she had to teach class. Other than that - it's like the thing was glued to her hand. It has been going on for three whole days now. 

"Liz -" Shelly turned to face her roommate and best friend. 

Lizzie jumped and dropped her phone. It landed on the rug with a muffled thud. "-Jesus, didn't mean to scare ya." Shelly stifled a chuckle. "Are you even watching this?" 

"What?" Lizzie bent down and picked up her phone. "Yeah, yeah!"

"Did you even listen to my question?" Shelly raised an eyebrow and cocked her head. "Liz?" 

"Yes! It's just that -"

"Will?" 

"Gwil." Lizzie corrected her. "His name is Gwil." 

"Right, then." Shelly rolled her eyes. "So are you going out with this bloke or...?" 

"What?" 

"Is he taking you out on a date or are you just going to text infinitely?" Shelly asked as she got up and went to the kitchen to make herself something to drink.

“Are you serious?" 

"About what? Drinking or asking if the lad's gonna take you out?"

"Both!"

"Yes." ### "Gwilym?"

"Yes?" Gwil smirked to himself.

He tidied his place up while talking to Lizzie on the phone. He couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed phone calls this much. It's like they never ran out of things to talk about. The more they spoke, the more he liked her - and the feeling seemed mutual.

"What is it you do for a living?"

"I'm an actor," Gwilym stated. The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. "Hello? Are you still there?"

"Yeah, yeah." Lizzie sounded disheartened. "An actor, you say?"

"Indeed."

"What, like, theater? Movies? TV? Commercials?"

"A little bit of everything." Gwilym shrugged and dusted off his coffee table. "Why?"

"Just curious." Lizzie sighed.

"Everything ok?" Gwil asked. "You sound... preoccupied."

"Oh, just thoughts," Lizzie said. "You know how it is. Work, life..."

"Adulting."

"Yeah."

###

Bloop.

Lizzie glanced at her phone as she towel-dried her hair. She's been texting Gwilym almost all day, every day for an entire week. Not that she complained, though. Devastatingly handsome, witty, and intelligent. He was every girl's dream. 

But there was that one thing.

For the life of her, she had no idea whatsoever what Gwilym Lee did with his life. He never talked much about work. He said he's "in-between projects," whatever that meant.

'Dinner?' 

Lizzie huffed and sat on the edge of her bed, biting her nails. It's not that she didn't want to go to dinner with him. 

She most certainly did. But his weirdness around the subject of employment made her feel rather iffy. She's had her fair share of Dead-Beats, as Shelly so fondly called them. Leeches. Roaches. Pests. Men who did absolutely nothing with their lives, yet somehow manipulated Lizzie into being their care-taker. The amount of money she spent on those blokes brought her to the threshold of utterly broke. She knew better this time. This time, she'll listen to her gut.

'Working tomorrow, need a good nights' sleep. Sorry.'

'Everything alright?'

'Yeah, yeah. Why?'

'Not sure. You keep rejecting my invitations to go out...'

'Just a bit stressed out from work. It's fine.'

'Right... Have a splendid night, then. Sweet dreams! x'

###

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[apriorisea]

BTS Imagine Series: Priceless, Pt. 6 Finale

You x Jin

Jimin guides you onto the path and you realize immediately that your suspicions were correct: for some unfathomable reason, he was trying to take you to The Bench, to the one place you didn’t want to go. You stop, forcing him to turn and look at you when his arm finds only empty air. “Where are we going?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

He smiles brightly. “To dinner, we---”

“No.” Your eyes wander behind him. Just under that bridge, a few feet after, was a solid metal bench. The bench Jin had taken you to after your very first fight: you’d been so mad at him at the time, so when he led to you to the cold metal, you sat and instantly folded your arms over your chest, pretending not to see him. But he sat right next to you, his shoulder pressed against yours, and you both sat in silence for a long time. Eventually, your anger cooled and the two of you had been able to talk through your issue calmly. You swore to yourself that night that you would always remember this, remember how carefully he had worked to bring you back together. He’s a good one, you had thought. The best. But tonight, without him at your side, you couldn’t bear to see that stupid old metal bench. The tears you had fought back in the car came rushing to you with a vengeance.

Clucking his tongue softly, Jimin reached out for your hand. “Come on,” he pleaded softly, tugging you forward. “I promise it will be okay. I think it’s exactly what you need right now.”

You shake your head once, but your feet disobediently follow after him. He guides you through the tunnel, and you’re trying to look anywhere but that stupid bench when you hear it: your name, said in the softest, most relieved voice. A voice you knew by heart. You feel Jimin drop your hand, but the only thing you can see is Jin standing in front of your bench.

He clears his throat nervously. “Hi princess,” he says softly, trying to force a little smile. It doesn’t work so well. His eyes dart to Jimin, and a sudden understanding crosses his face. He looks back at your shocked expression and takes an automatic step towards you. “Here,” he says, taking your hand and pulling you gently towards the bench. “Sit down, you look really pale.”

You sit heavily, staring up at him still. He looks so worried, you think, and a part of you immediately wants to comfort him. You feel the shivers race down your spine as he gently touches your cheek.

“Hey, lovey, are you okay?” he says, and when you don’t answer, he crouches down, putting one hand softly on your knee, trying to look into your face.

“Jin.” You finally manage to say his name. “What---” You finally look away, glancing at Jimin; he gives you a thumbs up and backs away. The pieces start to fall together. “I---”

“I’m sorry.” He interrupts you. “I know you’re upset, but please just hear me out, ok?” When you nod, he takes a deep breath. “I love you,” he says, meeting your eyes. “I never meant to hurt you, or offend you, or anything else. I’m sorry I said you were judgmental, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it. I just---” his eyes are bright. “...I promise, I’m smart with our money. I would never let anything happen to my ability to take care of you, okay? That’s all I was trying to do---and I’m sorry if it came off some other way, or made you feel bad.” He’s talking a mile a minute, as if he thinks you’re going to leave if he pauses for even one breath. “I just can’t stand the thought of you going without anything you need or want. You have worked so hard, princess, and I’m so proud of you, but it breaks my heart to think of you ever having to struggle or suffer. When I bought you that car, I was only thinking of your safety; your car is over 5 years old, and when cars get to be that age, they start becoming unreliable, and all I could think about was being away on tour and you getting into car trouble, so I bought that new one, so you could be safe, always. I---”

“I’ve missed you.” Even with how fast he’s talking, you can feel every word. There’s a thick cloud of embarrassment threatening to move in as you remember your behavior from the night of the fight, but every part of you is screaming for him so loud that the cloud never has a chance. You hesitantly reach out and re-settle a strand of his hair. “Baby, I’ve missed you so much.”

Some of the color returns to his face, and without warning, he leans up and presses his lips against yours. You react immediately, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. You feel his hands slip around your waist as he sits on the bench next to you, and it’s a long time before you’re willing to let him go.

Just as you’re starting to feel dizzy, he pulls away, his face concerned. “I’m sorry,” you breathe, your eyes closed as you try to catch your breath. “I overreacted---and I don’t even know why.” You feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “It was ridiculous. But then---then you said you’d find somebody better than me and I realized you definitely could, and when you didn’t call, I thought..I thought--”

He kisses you again, cutting you off. “How could I ever find anything better in this whole world?” he says softly, taking your hands in his. “I didn’t call you because I didn’t want you to feel like I was smothering you or making decisions for you or---”

“That sounds so stupid,” you lament. “I’m so stupid. I just....” You can’t meet his eyes any longer. “I want to feel like an equal, you know? I want to know that you and I are partners, and that I’m not just some gold-digger who is kept happy with new, expensive gifts all the time.”

His mouth drops open a little.  “Is that really how you feel? Do you really think that you and I aren’t a team??” He lets your hands fall back into your lap and takes your face in his hands. “Princess, I am so sorry--I didn’t....” He’s almost at a loss for words. “You are more than just my better half, you’re my better 3/4!”

You can’t help it: a laugh bubbles through your tears and you reach up to wipe your nose. He adjusts to let you, but as soon as you’ve cleared your throat he pulls you into a tight hug.

“Baby,” he says quietly, his voice muffled by your hair, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” you say, pressing your lips against his jawbone. “....Are we okay?”

He lets you go, sitting back and fixing your hair carefully. “I promise to involve you more in our finances.” He ducks his head a little to look right in your eyes: “And I mean our finances. You already have millions to fall back on, lovey---and me. You will always have me.”

You smile, feeling the butterflies race through you. Taking a small breath, you interlock your pinky with his and begin: “I support you. I trust you. I appreciate you. I love you. I’m sorry I let my insecurities get in the way, and I promise to work on that. I’m sorry.” Your smile gets bigger when he kisses you again.

When he pulls away he looks down at you and the smile slowly blossoms across his face. He scoops you into his lap, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you. Let’s never do this again, okay?”

You nod and let your fingers run through his hair; the two of you stay like that for a long time, each of you regaining strength from being together again. After a long time, you kiss his head and say,  “Agreed. Now.” You wriggle out of his hold, getting to your feet and reaching for his hand. “Let’s go find the others. They promised me a good dinner tonight.”

He stands with you, but can’t help but draw you back into his arms, kissing the side of your head. He exhales softly. “I don’t know,” he murmurs into your hair, “I think I’d rather stay right here, like this.”

You lock your arms around his waist, enjoying the feel of his arms around you again too much to complain. “We could to that, too,” you agreed. At that exact moment, your stomach betrayed you with a loud rumble. 

He steps back as you laugh, but his face is only full of concern. “Have you been eating?” he says seriously, his eyes locked on yours. 

“I am hungry,” you answer honestly. No need to tell him about how long it’s been since you were able to stomach even the idea of eating anything. No need to admit that, now that everything was fine, you were so hungry you thought you might pass out. 

He sighs and interlocks his fingers with yours. “That wasn’t an answer to my question.” He pulls you along with him in the direction of the new restaurant, you resting your head on his shoulder as you walk.

“Oh.” You look up at him when he startles at the sudden sound. “Do you think they’ll even actually be at the restaurant? Or was this all just a plot to get us here together?”

He laughed, the familiar sound sending warmth through your entire body. “I didn’t even think of that.” He pulls his phone from his pocket with his free hand and dials Jimin’s number. As it rings, he puts it on speaker and wraps one arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer so you both can hear. 

“Hyung?” Jimin’s voice sounds hesitant.

Jin gives you a grin, and you know from the look on his face that he’s contemplating faux-anger to tease his little brother. He decides against it. “So are you guys actually eating at that new restaurant?”

There’s a slight pause. “Hyung...are you...are you alone?” 

“Why?” Jin asks, his amused eyes still locked on yours. “Is there a space limit?”

“N---”

“Am I not invited?”

Jimin’s heavy sigh filters through the speakers. “Look, is she with you or not? Did you guys fix things?”

You squeeze Jin’s waist and jump in. “I’m here, Jimin.”

He excitedly chirped your name into the phone. “So you guys are okay??”

“Hey, you owe me dinner, not questions!”

He laughed happily. “Yes, we’re all here, come on by! Both of you!” 

Jin hung up the phone and wrapped you in a hug, snuggling his face in your neck. “We’re making them pay, right?”

“Absolutely.” You smile and stroke the back of his hair. “Is this our first official joint finance decision?” You laugh at his disgruntled expression. “...Too soon?”

When you guys enter the restaurant, you’re greeted by all 6 of the other members, each of them grinning ear to ear. Jimin makes a mad dash for the two of you, but Jungkook beats him by a yard. You laugh helplessly as the maknae lifts you off your feet, swinging you around a few times. He sets you down with a satisfied smile before turning to his oldest brother. You’re not on your own for more than a second before Jimin is hugging you tightly, whispering in your ear: “Do you forgive me??”

You squeeze his neck once to prove all was forgiven and let yourself be guided along to the table, where you are happily situated between Yoongi and Taehyung before Namjoon pulls Tae out of his seat: “Oh come on, you guys, let them sit together!” You spend the rest of the night with one hand on Jin’s knee, laughing and eating with the others. The bill comes and Jin turns to look at you, eyebrow raised in a silent question. You grin as you inform the others that they were treating that night, feeling Jin’s hand slip into yours as you deny their protests. You turn to look at him and smile at his hopeful expression: it was the tiniest step, but it made you feel unbelievably happy. The silly dinner bill was only the beginning. You cuddle into his side, so overwhelmed with the feeling of contentment that nothing else mattered. You say goodbye to the others---enduring one last burst of hugs from Hoseok before you go---and follow Jin sleepily to his car. 

He opens the passenger door for you. “You didn’t bring my car?” you ask with a smile. 

Laughing lightly, he pulls you back to him. “You’re really going to push it tonight, huh?” He kisses you until you’re breathless and adds, “We’ll talk about what to do about your mode of transportation later. Let’s go home.”

You reach out and touch the side of his face. “That sounds amazing.” You climb in without further complaint, he holds your hand over the middle console, a half-smile on his face the whole way. You press the back of his hand to your lips and let yourself whisper one more time: “I’ve missed you, babe.”

[hellomynudebrain]

Paths (Juminxreader) Part#16

Hello nurses! 

I’m working really hard for finish it! I’m suffering because I did it too long! But i have a few chapters ready, but i need to make some changes to them! So thank you for reading!

Zen picked his phone with determination to nag  Jumin by phone.

RING RING RING

“What can I do for you Zen?”

“...How do you know it was me?!”

“Who else can call me from a private number like he was a super star?”

“...What a jerk! I’m a SUPER STAR and it’s thanks to my princess!”

“ Sure...it’s thanks to your gold digger girlfriend...”

“HEY! Respect to my precious princess! She isn’t the person she was one day !”

“ *sigh* I only stand the facts Zen...anyway, how can I help you?”

“...Ugh... Anyway, Eve and I want to invite to you and that poo... your girlfriend to a double date”

“...Zen, I don’t know what are you expecting, but she is not a gold digger...”

“Not all is about you, you know, jerk! My Eve and I are really worried about her...to date this kind of jerk...she problably doesn’t know what kind of robot you are”

Jumin hesitaged to answer. He was bothered to answer and say “yes” , but part of  the contract said that you have the right to know more about him, and part of are his friends, that includes Zen.

“...Alright, but I'll do the reservation to a high class restaurant. I don't want to go to commoners restaurant. My diet is quiet strict and that food it's to oily”

“WHAT?! I have the delicacy to invite you to a  nice dinner and besides that you behave fussy about it?!”

“Yes, I can't afford to mess my heatlh with strange food. And it was you who came up with the idea to take me and my girlfriend to dinner”

“....Ugh...Ok, fine! I’ll talk with Eve. The date will be this friday”

“Then is settled, we have a date”

"Excelent! My Evy is gonna be happy about it. She want to know her so badly. Where does she live?"

"She lives with me. So, there's no need to pick her up. We'll arrive together"

"...Huh...Excuse me? Where does she lives?"

"You didn't hear, did you? She's living with me. By the way Zen, at what time will be the dinner?"

".....WHAT?! SHE IS LIVING WITH YOU?!"

"Yes, what is the problem?"

"WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?! ARE YOU LIVING WITH HER AND YOU ASKED ABOUT THE HOUR?!"

"...Zen, you are being irrational about it. It's a ralationship between a pair of adults, but for what I see, you are not going to  calm down soon, we can talk like real adults, so since then, let´s see us at the friday night"

" WAIT..JUM..."

The day passed way too fast thanks to your work and the preparations for the party, the day was so  busy that made you  forgot the kiss between Jumin and you. Untill you recived a call when you were leaving from work , from the person you didn't want to remember.

“It’s me. How was your day?”

You hesitated to answer back, but you gain forces to speak.

“...Fine..well, actually busy. And yours?”

“Good, productive as always when I’m in charge”

“...So, do you only calll to know how was my day?”

“No, it’s to inform you about an arrange date the next  frinday night with one of my friends and his girlfriend, both of them memebers from the RFA “

“...Ok, there’s no problem, but before anything else, let me buy and choose my own clothes”

“...Alright, that looks fair.  I'll try to trust in your good taste.”

"Hey! I have a good taste! And you know it!"

"Sometimes, but you can't always guessed right"

"Hey! Stop it!"

"hahaha....At least you are less nervous. "

"Did you sassied me to make me feel better? That's a weird  and awful way to do it!"

"But it worked, right?"

"...It did...about that....why did you ...kiss me?"

"Oh, that. Please don't misunderstand. I only did it because Miss Kang didn't look sure about our "relationship"

"...Oh...it was for that...Totally, I didn't misunderstand!..pfff...I wasn't nervous at all! It just that...was...my period! That's why you heard me all...nervous..yeah..so don't worry!"

"Fine, now that everything has been clear and the date is settled. I'll se at home."

"Sure...bye"

Jumin felt irritated with Zen's call  and with yours, too. First of all, he wasn't the right person to nagged him. He was living with Eve and, yes, Jumin was againts the idea of two persons from the opposite sex living together, but you were under a contract, so there's no problem, because he didn´t have feelings for you. Sometimes he felt bother and anoyed when you asked about Jihyun or you felt drepressed with his memories, or he felt warm inside when you laughed  with one of his weird jokes, or maybe he felt happy when you smile with back, even if he made you mad and you smiled him ironically.

No, he didn't have feelings for you, or he tried to fool himself, when he already knew the truth.

Finally, the night of the date came, and even if Jumin promised to let you buy your outfit for the date, he insisted and even bought you one.

You didn’t want to wear it, but you manged to wear the dress you chose and the accesories that he bought.

Both of you went on the limo, but the mood was so awkard because you couldn’t forget about the kiss  and that weird conversation on the phone.

The hostess recived both of you with a kind smile (bussiness smile, surely) and lead us to a table where there was a blinding view.

A couple of gorgeous people was in front of you.

An albino with red eyes as rubies, a charming smile and excelent demenour and next to him a beautiful tall redhead  woman with green eyes and slim figure. That was enough to let you dumbfounded, but unfortunately for you, Jumin joined to the scene, you were screwed.

Meanwhile you were dumbfounded with the view, the readhead woman rushed to you and gave you a hard hug.

“Hi! Nice to meet you! Definitely Jumin is lucky to have you! You are so pretty and petite! Don’t you think, Zenny"

" Of course. You are right, Evy wenny! You're too much for that jerk"

Both of them were asfixiating with their hugs.

Jumin felt some ichy feeling when he saw Zen hugged you so tight, but he kept that and interruped them. *Ahem!*... Could you let her go, please?"

" Oh right! The dinner! *unison*"

Then, the two beuties let you go. At the moment you want to sit, the usual was that Jumin is the one who open the chair and you sit, but this time these two beauties opened the chair and took out your coat to hang it.

The dinner was delicious, and what could you spect from on of the finest restaurant from Korea,but it was ruined for the mood. It was way worst than when you were with Jumin at the limo.  All the time you could see Zen and Eve chating, whispering and flirting while you felt awkard besides Jumin. Finally, Jumin took the iniciative and started talking.

"Zen, as part of the RFA... And my friend, please go to the point. What is the reason that we are here together?"

"Ah, right! The reason is for tell you that you can do better darling~"

"...Zen, I appreciate your care but you don't have the right to jugde my girlfriend, and calling me darling it's an act of misrespect for your girlfriend"

Zen rolled his eyes and sigh with frustration in it.

"I wasn't talking with you, jerk. I was taliking with her! She can have something better and by the way, weren't you against the couples living together?."

" What do you mean? I have the backround and money, there's  no one better than me...and she is an exception"

"...She deserves someone who doesn't act like a robot! she problalbly had better boyfriends than you...and exception?! You are the one who always said that all of us have to follow the rules. How could you be the one the first one in breake them?!"

"That's unlikely, she can't find a better bacherlor than myself...and again it's an exception"

Jumin responded with security, but inside you, in your brain, someone  crossed it, someone who is better than Jumin for you. That someone has mint hair, lovely eyes and beutiful hands, the ones he is using to see and touch another woman, you cursed yourself because just like that the reality hit you again.

Your thouthgs were numb and you started to feel depressed. Your gaze was at the level of the table, your eyes began to water.

Jumin noticed it and before you could cry, he took the action in his hands.

"...Sorry, Zen. but my love is not feeling quite right. Love, do you have again cramps?"

You were so numb by your own thoughts that you only follow him.

"...Yeah...my stomach is hurting...can we go home?"

"Yes, sure...Sorry Zen, Eve, we have to go so earlier..."

"No, it's ok. You have to take care of her. But if she wasn't feeling right, she shouldn't have come."

"...Sorry, it was me who was stubborn about meeting you"

"No, no! Don't apologize, darling, Jumin is at fault if she could have seen his gilrfriend in trouble, you were resting and not here suffering"

"Really? A gold digger like you hasn't the right to insult me."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

"Jumin, Eve! Just calm down and remember she is the one who is suffering right now...so.."

" *sign* You are right, Zenny. She needs to rest, you better take her home and let her sleep"

Jumin felt rage againts her. How someone like her could end up with someone like Zen. Jumin and Zen argued all the time, but that didn't mean that they hate each other, in fact they were good friends. But then he turrned to your side and saw your face...he couldn't stand it. He has to take you out of there.

"...Yes, I should. Let me call for driver Kim, my love. We're going home"

The way back home wasn't any different from all the atmosphere from the night, or not too much, bacause this time there was a deadly silent.

Once you were back at the penthouse. Jumin was sick from the silence, so he took the initiative and break it.

"How are you felling?"

"..."

"Alright, if you don't answer back, I don't know how that other boyfriend of yours, better  than might be able to put up with you"

He was so hurted that  you asked to him to be open with you, but you weren't able to do the same. And he was more hurted that the man who you thought was his best friend.

"Excuse me?!"

"You have a better man than me in your mind, right? Go to him and tell him all your problems"

You  throw him a pillow.

"Well, yes. He is way bettter than you. He never made me mad or do things on his own, like kissing without permission"

"What an awful woman!"

"Well, if I'm awful woman, you shouldn't have kissed me in first place! Or why did you kiss me ? or why are you living with me, if you are so against it to live with this awful woman?!"

"The answer is obvious, because who in their right mind love a woman like you. So insolent, demanding and troubling like you. If I kissed you or decided to broke my rule, was because I don't have a feeling for you and you are a mere contract"

His words stabbed you as a dozen of swords. He insulted you  and denied he had feelings for you. This last one was the one who hurted you the most, but you coulndn't notice it because you felt depressed about Jihyun and mad with him.

[miyaameow]

Hello~ I just wanted to request if MC and the RFA members + Saeran and V met MC's ex-boyfriend. How their reaction would be. I guess it would be great. ^^

omg this is like @myetie‘s comic strip!! it’s seriously the best thing ever so please check it out!!

Yoosung:

ok so MC and yoosung are inside a gaming store right cuz he needs the new COD game edition and MC wanted to check out SIMs 4 

im sorry idk i don’t play games lmao

so they were at different sections of the store and suddenly

“Yo MC! long time no see! how ya doin’?”

that guy grabbed MC’s shoulder and had this really gross grin on his face 

“Uhh… yea, about that, I actually have to go-”

“HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

yoosung is STOMPS over to this guy like he’s ready to go

*in the voice of a squeaky mouse* “fight me” lol

Zen:

they were at the beach and yenno MC was smokin’ hot so she got catcalled by a few guys

obviously they earned a few death glares from Zenny but one guy walked over with, seemingly, no shame

“MC! Don’t you remember me?”

dude this guy was a real f@#ker and MC wanted nothing to do with him so she was about to walk away until he made another comment

“still rocking those hips MC” and he did this disgusting cringe worthy wink omfg ew

and he started to TWIST HIS HIPS EARNING A FEW HOLLA’s from his friends wtf

but before MC could retaliate, Zen literally just kicks him in the balls :D

“Suits you right.”

Jaehee:

man MC was her were having a great relaxing time at the park when this stranger plops down next to MC 

“MC HI HOW’RE YOU DOING?”

he obnoxiously holds onto MC’s arm and puts her head on MC’s shoulders 

like im sorry do i know you?

Jaehee is mortified just omg what the heck who is dis

so MC tries to brush that guy off but he just tightens his grip

Jaehee notices MC’s discomfort and literally starts calling the police

“Hello, yes, I’d like to report…”

Jumin:

 they were at a real fancy restaurant and Jumin went off to pick the best wine to go with their seafood dinner

so MC was sitting alone enjoying the view and the live classical music when suddenly

*tap tap* someone tapped her lightly on her shoulders

“Hi, MC.” the waiter smiled kindly and gave her a gentle wave

MC was pleasantly surprised and nodded at him to acknowledge his presence but apparently that wasn’t enough for her ex because

the waiter leaned in and said kinda loudly

“I see you’ve now down-graded to ‘gold-digger’”

MC was shook like excuse me that was rude

funnily enough um Jumin had just come back from the wine cellar (with the manager) and kinda overheard everything so 

he noted:

“And now I will see you be down-graded from waiter to ‘unemployed’.”

707:

they were at this anime convention and Seven and MC were cosplaying as the couple from Kaichou wa Maid-sama! (so cuute)

and it was common to take pictures so when some guy asked MC to have a picture with him, she agreed without much thought

until they were about to take the picture when some asshole threw a bucket of water over her

“MC! looking good ahahah” some guy dressed as a titan from AOT laughed

dripping wet and shivering MC was about to flip him off after realizing it was her ex when 

707 DEFENDER OF JUSTICE came back from a stand with a handful of gudetamas

“TAKE THIS!!!”

*Seven then proceeds to attack on the ‘titan’ with his new gudetama plushies*

do you like my pun or what

Saeran:

MC and Saeran were at the library because MC wanted to do some studying

and Saeran was the perfect study buddy because he was really quiet and polite and he also liked reading new books too

when suddenly this loud and disrespectful fella stomped over to their table and threw his books down

shit it was her ex.. he was known to be very aggressive

“Look, we’re in the library can we just talk later?” MC just didn’t want to make a ruckus

the dude was about to yell but with one swift motion, Saeran pinned the guy down on the table with one hand and silenced the him with the other

“Shh.. we’re in the library. You and I can take this outside like real gentlemen.”

*cue sparkles, sunset glow and wind blowing on SUPERMAN SAERAN*

V:

they were going on a photo shoot date and MC was acting as his modèle so she dressed really really nicely

and as she was posing for a shot with the flowers some guy comes and fricken photobombs it like

“HEY WHAT’S UP!!!!” and proceeds to hug MC like a koala on a tree

MC was obviously uncomfortable and V wasn’t just going to stand there and stare

“Excuse me sir, you’re disrupting our shoot. I would appreciate it if-”

“NONONO IT’S FINE SEE? MC IS HAPPY, WE HAVEN’T SEEN EACH OTHER IN FOREVER I’M SURE SHE MISSES ME!”

she gave Jihyun one of her save me looks as she kept trying to push him off

so V did the most logical thing he could think of

*cue him throwing the ice cream prop at the guy so it splatters all over his shirt* (amazingly it didn’t get on MC lol)

ahh I’m sorry this took so long~ it’s hard balancing school and tumblr hahah

I hope you like thisss

~Cherry L.

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[skymoonandstardust]

The Prince and the Huntress Part 21 (Final)

AN: THE LAST, FINAL PART! Oh my gosh guys, this is incredible. I can’t believe we’re here. It seems like it was so long ago and just yesterday I posted the first part of this! Thank you to all of you who ever liked and/or reblogged. Just thank you for reading my series and sticking with me, your all amazing.

  Dean was too numb inside to hear the noise of the crowd as it followed him and Sam from the church steps, he was too sad to care that everyone in the kingdom and beyond had come out to pay their respects.  Dean was only conscious of the casket being carried on the shoulders of the guards ahead of him and Sam who walked beside him. 

Charlie was a step behind, followed be every noble and courtier in the castle. The servants came next, their ranks blending with those of the people who flowed out for blocks behind.

Dean noticed none of that, too busy doing what he did best at times like these: Deny the pain, remain stoic, and act like nothing was wrong. 

Only this time he wasn’t just doing it  for Sam’s or his friends benefit but for the people—his people, the kingdom and most of all he was doing It for his father.

His father.

The overwhelming emotions he was trying to block and hold back almost spilled over right then as he felt tears prick his eyes. With a enormous force of will he pushed them back and fixed his gaze straight ahead.

He would remain strong.

It seemed like too long and too quickly before they were walking through the cemetery gates. Immediately dean saw the freshly dug pit, just the right size for the coffin, and the mound of dirt next to it.  The grim black robed preacher leading the procession walked to the head  of it and as the guards set the coffin down Dean couldn’t help casting a glance to the side at the headstone next to where his father’s would be.

The words “Mary Winchester” in the cold marble made him feel like he was a small, helpless, kid again, on the verge of crying and holding tight to his father’s hand.

Only there wasn’t a hand to hold now.

And there wouldn’t be again.

Dean watched as the coffin was lowered into the waiting hole, and as the preacher droned on, he kept staring not listening to a word.

Sam jostling him brought him out of his stupor and looking around he saw everyone watching him expectantly.

Well, I guess it’s time to speak

In between planning the burial and the many meetings Dean had realized that him and Sam would have to each say a few words, deliver a speech to the people. Not only that, but he would have to go first, as the oldest and next in line for the throne.

Dean worked on it, figuring out what he wanted to say and carefully choosing his words. After that he had to hand it over to the  advisors for review  and when they gave it back to him with all their “ recommendations” he hardly recognized his own speech.

He wasn’t happy with it but figured it was good enough if all the advisers said so. 

Dean took out the paper and stood forward so that everyone could see him.

That was impossible though.

There were so many people, filling every inch of the cemetery and still spilling out into the street, crowding around the whole length of the fence that surrounded it, and even in trees to get a better view. People were leaning out of windows, climbing onto roofs, and perched on top of the fence. Anything they could do to see.

   Ignoring the thousands of eyes on him Dean unfolded the sheaf and started talking. He talked about his father yes, and how devastating his loss was not only to him and Sam, but to all the people, and the entire kingdom. He spoke of the future, with him as king and how the kingdom would grow and prosper.

 He didn’t believe half the things he was saying but Dean said them nonetheless.

Finally, he came to the end and the last sentence was spoken. Folding up the paper and putting it away he was about to step back beside Sam, let him have his turn when there was a stirring in the crowd.

Dean didn’t know what was happening for a minute, then the huge multitude bowed as one.

Overwhelmed, he looked at the sea of heads and bent figures, not sure exactly how he was feeling or what he was thinking. Slowly one by one and bit by bit they all stood up and Dean stepped back head still whirling as Sam walked forward to give his speech.

Next thing he knew Sam stepped back again to stand by his side and the whole thing was over.

The grave diggers got to work again, starting to fill in the hole as a few people at the edge of the massive crowd started to trickle away.

The first shovelful of dirt hitting the coffin was like a knife plunged into Dean’s heart.

He and Sam stood there as it was filled in, and they were there long after the diggers had gone away, the final courtier had walked through the gate and the last remnant of the people had left.

Finally, with a nudge from Sam both of them walked away. Right before they passed through the gate Dean stopped, looking back one more time.  Sam froze too and glanced back at him sadly, feeling every bit of the pain he was.

After a minute, Dean said “Ok, Lets go.”

They walked out side by side.

  A quick few days followed, full of planning his coronation, and helping bobby who was acting regent until Dean was crowned.  He hardly had a second to think, which was just fine with him. Dean didn’t want to think, since his mind would only wonder to dwell on his father and the crushing weight of the situation. 

  Dean was in his room, going over papers when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.” He ordered

When he looked up at the sound of the door closing  he had a surprise.

You were standing there, wearing the dress of a servant girl.

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to say I’m sorry, about your dad.”

“Thanks.” He said the slight hard edge to his tone making the words sound insincere.

  “Your welcome.”

There was a short silence, then Dean cleared his throat and asked “So, how’d you find your way here?”

“Sam, jo and Charlie. They all helped me, loaned me this outfit and told me where to go. You’ve got some good friends”

“Yeah. . .”

Another silence fall over the two of you, tinged with awkwardness this time

“Anyway, I should go.”  You said, starting to leave.

“He told me to stop seeing you, you know. My dad I mean. At first I wasn’t going to listen to him but then I got to thinking and realized he was right .  . . so I sent you that letter.”

At this point you’d turned around to face him again

“I’m sorry, and I’m sorry didn’t have the guts to tell you this before, to say it to your face.”

“It’s ok, Dean.”

“But it’s not. I hurt both of us and I’m sorry. I just wanted you to know that.”

“Thank you.”

“And now it’s crazy, everything’s changed and I don’t know what to do anymore; about us, about anything.”

Dean’s eyes were shining, on the verge of tears. Stepping forward, you wrapped him in a hug and the two of you stayed like that for a while, neither of you really wanting to let go.  

Silently you both wished you wouldn’t have to, that time would stall forever in this moment.

Wishes like that are never granted though, and eventually you both pulled away.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could help, but I can’t. and I wish there could be an us but it’s not possible, we both agreed about that and we’ve come too far to back out now.”

Dean nodded sadly in agreement

 It’s more impossible than ever. Your king now, you can’t be courting commoners. . .or marrying them” you added with a wry laugh

“I know, but it doesn’t make me feel any better or make any more sense. I mean, why can’t we? Just because of some title.”

“I know. It doesn’t make sense to me either but it’s the way it is.”

“Yeah. . . ” Dean agreed, sadly trailing off “I would have, you know—I would have courted you, asked you to marry me, and all that.”

You smiled “I would have loved that, and I’d have said yes in a heartbeat.”   You paused “I wish it was possible

It was Dean’s turn to smile, a small one but a smile nonetheless “Maybe it is, In a future world where cart’s aren’t pulled by horses and there are no princes.”

“Maybe.” You let your grin widen “We still would have met on a hunt”

“I’d have liked you right away.”

“You wouldn’t be a prince and we would be able to have our happily ever after.”

“That sounds like a much better place to me.”

“Me too.”

You sat there smiling at each other for a minute.

Walking over to him you bent down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Dean closed his eyes, savoring the moment. When he felt the cool pressure of your lips disappear his eyes fluttered open to see you smiling sadly at him.

“Good bye Dean.”

He couldn’t bear to watch you leave so he stared at the carpet until the door clicked shut behind you and he looked up to see he was alone.

 With a sigh and an aching heart He surveyed the empty room.

You were gone.

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[my-fanfictions25]

A Quinzel

(y/n) your name

Boomerang x Reader

You’re Harley Quinn’s sister and dating Boomerang

“Hey crazy’s hot sis” The scumball guard welcomed you as always making you sick “Get lost jerk and take me to my sister” you said disgusted as he lead the way to your sisters jail cell “Hey sis” You said as you took the chair opposite your sisters cell “Hey, how many times do I have to tell you to stop coming? It’s to dangerous” Harley said concerned “You’re still my sister and I will always come see you” You said smiling kindly “You mentioned you were dating someone last time?” Harley asked interested “Yeah, he’s great, we are great” You said feeling embarrassed as you saw Harley’s sad expression “Are you alright?” “I’m the greatest that’s ever been round here” She said crazy laughing “We now live together” You said “He better look after you, if he ever hurts you I will kill him” Harley said protectively of you “No killing” You smirked at her knowing she would if he ever did hurt her he would be dead “Does he even know I exist?” She asked interested as you looked down sad trying to keep the tears at bay “I’m sorry I haven’t, he thinks I have a therapist” You said “Yeah, well be careful with those they tend to be a little more nuts than the patients you know” She said as she laughed “You should go, and stop visiting me”

“Hey sexy” Your boyfriend Digger said as he picked you up in his arms bridal style and you both dropped onto the couch “Still crazy?” “That wont change, don’t worry” you said as you straddled the sexy Australian who’s accent always got you so wet “Don’t ever change beautiful” He said as he kissed you hard holding him to you tightly You dragged his top over his head as he pulled yours off as well and ripped off your bra to grab at your boobs and squeezed them so tightly that you nearly screamed as he sucked on your neck. While your hands pulled at his jeans stroked his erection making him moan into your neck as you giggled feeling his hands slowly scrape down your body to your navel and pushes your skirt up as he rips your pants off pushing himself inside you as he holds your hands watching you ride him. You drag both your hands to hold by his head as you lightly peck his lips before you kiss down his neck biting at him as he moaned gripping your hands tightly. “Baby” He kept panting as you both were close to orgasming when the door burst open with people wearing camouflage and holding guns. You screamed as one of the guys pulled you off digger while more grabbed him as he was trying to fight them off to get to you. “Calm down people” A man came in who you guessed to be in charge as he walked over to you “Do you know who this man is? Who he really is?” “Yes” you stated simply because you did know he was a thief but you never cared about that, hell your own sister was the craziest bitch in gotham city “Yet your still with him?” He asked like it was stupid then shrugged “Not surprise with your family history I guess” Your whole body froze in fear. He knew. He knew who I really was. I guess you can never really hide who you are. “What are you going to do with him?” You asked as you looked over at digger scared, not wanting him to find out the truth about you like this but also worried for what would happen to him “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of him just like your big sis” He said as he turns to walk away “Wait!” You shouted after him as he stops but doesn’t turn “Least let me say bye” You knew once he was gone he was never coming back, they’d lock him up and forget about him “Ok” he said without turning round and walks away “Let them have a goodbye” As soon as the guy let go of you, you ran to digger and hugged him tightly as he hugged you back just as tightly “I love you crazy” He whispered into your ear as tears formed, it was the first time he’d said it “Take care of yourself and forget about me beautiful, find someone better like ive always said” “I love you too Boomerang and I’m never going to let you go, I will visit, I promise” you said as you kissed goodbye

You had found yourself in midway centre for work delivering a wedding cake, usually you had a guy that did it but he had decided to take some personal time so you had to do it yourself. You weren’t any stranger to danger, and knew how to look after yourself but you knew what ever was happening wasn’t natural and not meant for you to fight in, so while everyone else was running about like idiots you went inside the nearest place for shelter hoping whatever passing would assume the place to be dead. You had ended up in some bar and went through to the back room just to be extra careful that you would be safe. You were keeping up to date on what was happening through several news websites on your phone keeping quiet and listening for any noise, you soon heard gun shots causing you to jump. But you stayed where you were not sure if the gun shots should be re assuring or worrying, if it was whatever had taken over midway centre with guns well you never wanted to go out there thanking to be saved just to be killed.

He had seen the van and looked around it investigating hoping she was safe and looked round the neighbourhood to see if there was anywhere you would have holed yourself up in. “Boomerang” A voice kept shouting but he wasn’t caring, he couldn’t care about himself, if it was her driving the van she could have been one of those monsters Someone grabbed at diggers shoulder as he swung round to hit them but they dodged the attack easily “Do you know her?” Harley asked as she touched the van knowing it was her sisters company “Yes, she’s my girlfriend, it’s her goddamn company” He said pounding the van, feeling the anger at being caught up in this and not with you, protecting you from this “You love her” Harley stated smiling, everyone thought it was just her being crazy but she was happy, her sister was with a guy who loved and wanted to protect her even if he was a criminal “Come on, there’s a bar lets drink, we could all do with one” Deadshot said as he broke open the door holding it for everyone to enter.

You were still hiding in the back room when you heard someone coming in. no, not just one person but a team of people. Just then you heard a voice you last expected to hear. Your sisters. “Well, what can I get everyone? You look like you need one” She said to Booomerang as she nudged him “She’s dead, I lost her” He cried as he hit the bar hard, you stood up confused about what they were doing here together. He thought I was dead? “You don’t know that” A voice you didn’t recognise speak You stood up deciding if it was your sister and digger plus whoever else they wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. Right? Before you had another thought to change your mind you ended up hitting something which made a very loud crash “Should we shoot?” That unrecognizable voice said again as you heard guns being loaded “Don’t!” You shouted through “I know two of the people out there, please” “It cant be” You heard digger say “(y/n)?” You slowly opened the back door holding your hands up just for safety when you saw him at the end of the bar, he shot up and ran at you grabbing you holding you tightly running his hands over you “baby you’re killing me” You said laughing as you pushed away, looking him over seeing him in his old outfit “I thought you were dead” He said still not believing you were ok “I know, I heard, but you taught me to think rationally in a bad situation I decided this place looked safe enough” You said before you looked round and saw Harley standing at the bar smiling crazily “Maybe you could introduce us?” The unrecognized voice said but you recognized the guy as deadshot “I’m (y/n), Diggers girlfriend, don’t worry I know all you” You said as you looked at your sister an decided now was as good a time as any “ Some better than others” “Just because you can read about us online, means nothing” Deadshot said angrily “That’s not what the girl meant” Harley said as you saw her looking embarrassed You jumped the bar and hugged her for the first time in years “I’ve missed you so much” “I missed you as well” She said hugging back “You two know each other?” Digger asked as he walked close to you two “I know I call you crazy baby but its nothing compared to this lune” “You don’t see the family resemblance huh?” Rick Flag said, the guy who had come into your home and took digger from you “Saw it the first time I laid eyes on you” “What?!” Digger shouts confused “Harley’s my sister” You said looking at him fear on your face “I couldn’t tell you, most guys start comparing us, in looks, the craziness and then the fear of me being like her sets in and they leave in fear” “Baby I’m a jewel thief” He said laughing “Did you think I’d be like that?” “I couldn’t risk it, I loved you the moment you I first saw you in that heist” You said shrugging “I did threaten to kill you on numerous occasions to her if you screwed her over like those other guys” She stated smiling “Don’t make it happen now, not now I know you love her, I saw how you reacted when you thought she was lost back at the van” “You knew and you never told me?” He asked confused “You loved her, if she had passed then it would have gone with her, if you had saw the van and said it was just some girl you knew then I may have killed you” She admitted but smiled “You acted just great though so you two can live happily” “Has she ever killed any of your exs?” Digger asked concerned “If she has I don’t know about, most moved away after we break up just to be safe” You said laughing as you leaned across the bar grabbing at diggers top and pulling him to you and you kissed him passionately “Lets not find out though what she does to those guys” “I’m never letting you go again baby, trust me” He said smiling as he put his hand at the back of your head pulling you in for another kiss.