#thinking about things from jay's pov is both really fucking funny and really emotional

[kimbapisnotsushi]

just imagine like. you're seventeen and desperate and angry and hurting for the truth. you're largely underground and unheard of and you have no power other than slapping on a mask and telling the truth over and over again, hoping that someone will hear. and you will NEVER, not in a MILLION YEARS, guess who DID hear! because the next day superman—not THE superman, it's his really cute son who you met literally a few days ago when he saved you from being shot, and you still have his fake hair—shows up in metropolis lugging a boat full of refugees that you thought would die out in the ocean because no country would dare go looking for them. and he burns the handcuffs off of them, and demands that they be treated with kindness and compassion, and doesn't seem to give a damn about how many international laws he just fucked up. like, wow.

and then you go to talk to him and tell him who you are and oh my god you're FLIRTING with superman. over his fake hair. and when you call him to protect a protest he comes right away, and he stands at the front, eyes blazing, and tells the police to ARREST HIM TOO? so THEN you go to bail him out and meet his dad (actual superman, but whatever) who invites you to dinner. and you get to meet LOIS FUCKING LANE. YOUR HERO. you then embarrass yourself in front of lois lane. the house explodes. superman ( jon, not clark) flies off to confront the guy who almost killed his entire family, and who also happens to be the evil president that overtook your country. superman comes back different. you watch through dimly-lit screens as he runs himself ragged all over the earth trying to save people. burning out like a dying star. he's got the weight of the world on his shoulders, you think. so you have him brought back to your dark apartment, a space just for you and now him, but not "him" as in "superman", it's "him" as in "jon kent"—because you're the one person he never has to worry about, and you want him to know that. he doesn't have to be superman with you. he can just be jon, and jon is beautiful and bright and everything you dreamed of.

"you've got the world," you say. "i've got you."

and hoLY SHIT YOU'RE KISSING HIM. YOU'RE KISSING JON KENT. AND HE LOOKS REALLY, REALLY HAPPY ABOUT IT. HOLY SHIT. you know, at this moment, that you trust this boy with your life. you're going to take on president bendix together and you're going to save your people. and so you make a whole plan that even ROBIN gets involved in (and holy shit you meet robin!! robin almost DECKED you!! and seems to like you? and approves of your relationship with jon?) and set sail for home. jon carries you into the sky. he doesn't want to drop you; you can see it on his face. it's cute. superman is used to catching people, after all, so you smile and let yourself fall. you'll see him on the other side. you believe in him. you have hope, for once in your life. you know he's right by your side. you know he'll be there when you call.

you love him.

and suddenly the battle is over, it's done with, bendix is gone and your people are free and you get to introduce jon to your mother! it's the best day of your life. but when you look around, you see that everyone is watching you. the whole world is, probably. they'll know who you are. they'll know who jay nakamura is.

you don't care. the truth doesn't have to hide anymore. and what is the truth, after all this time? what does jay nakamura have to tell the world?

jon takes your hand. you kiss him, and the truth is that you never want to stop.

[gvbejvmes]

Drabble: August 15th

Title: August 15 Rating: PG-13 Relationships: Gabriel & Georgie, Gabriel/Jonathan Warnings: References to canon character death, first person POV Summary: Doesn’t everyone have a least favorite day of the year?

Once upon a time it was just another day; it didn’t hold any meaning to me whatsoever. Now it’s my least favorite day of the year. It’s probably the least favorite day of my life, to be honest. Though I have had some pretty bad days over my lifetime. Days I thought were going to kill me; some days that almost did. There’s something about August 15th though. It poisons the air around me. It’s hard to function. My brain becomes a twisted mess. August 15th is the harbinger of bad memories. It’s the day I wish never happened. 

Over the years I’d learned that the best way to deal with it was to forget it existed. I’d try to skip over it, like hotels with the thirteenth floor. As far as I was concerned there was no 15th in August. It was easy to do that in prison. The days blurred together there anyway. In some ways, life was easier behind bars. Learning how to function outside of steel and concrete, especially on this day, that was the hard part.

I would find more and more elaborate ways to forget what the day symbolized. It’s funny. Art has always been my escape from life, but this is the one day a year where art makes things worse. Her voice lingers more when I try to paint. Past comments and compliments on my pieces echo through my mind. My hand tends to draw her face over and over again. It’s best just to avoid art all together.

The last couple of years have been hard. The coping mechanisms I had created were tainted with other memories and I had to figure out a way to make it though. I don’t think I succeeded very well. It’s funny. They say time makes things easier. Whoever came up with that particularly popular saying is full of shit. All time does is give you time to focus on everything you could have done differently. 

I see Georgie all the time, and I don’t mean in the “I see dead people” sort of way. I see her when CJ wrinkles her nose in a perfect imitation of my sister. I see her when I stare at DJ for too long. While CJ definitely took after the demon I married, DJ is pure James. Sometimes when I’m caught up in my work, when I’m not paying attention, when I see her out of the corner of my eye, I think she’s Georgie. It breaks my heart every time when she’s not.

Everything feels suffocating today, but that’s nothing new. Neither is my desire to claw my way out of my skin and slip into the abyss. Everything is too raw, too temperamental. The hedonist in me wants to open the package Kale gave me on Thursday - a mixture of different psychedelics that he guaranteed would make me feel no pain. A part of me wants to wallow in the pain. It’s the last thing I have left. 

Today is the 18th anniversary of my sister’s death. It’s also the 18th anniversary of the day I lost my freedom, the day I went to prison. We both died that day. My death was just more philosophical.

My fiancé’s body is wrapped around mine when I wake up. It’s a small miracle that I’m up before him, but I suspect he’s faking still being asleep. He knows what today is; he’s always known what today is. Fuck, he probably knows more details about the original August 15th than I do. 

He read the files. He interviewed the witnesses. He’d seen the crime scene photos and he’d been to the house. He watched me relive every excruciating detail while a jury of my so-called peers watched my face for reactions. He knows how I’m feeling better than I do. He knows more about that night than I ever wanted to know. 

His usually comforting presence against my back makes me feel like I’m going to burst into flames any minute. Carefully, I slip out of his embrace and pad to the other side of the room. I watch him for a couple of moments. He’s definitely faking. Felony slips out of the bed after me. The other dogs are strewn across the floor, but the only one spoiled enough to get to sleep in the bed with us is the baby. I’m not surprised that Felony is following me. She feeds off Jay’s emotions. She’s definitely his little spy. 

It’s too early to go to the Collective, but that’s where I’ll spend most of the day working on the fall event calendar and figuring out what the hell Kale did to the budget and payroll. We don’t need a budget, not really, but I rarely get to use my degree. It’s almost relaxing to balance the books. When I first became Kale’s partner, I didn’t realize how delusional he was when it came to how much things cost. He was spending thousands more each month than he needed to be. For as much as I love to shop, I also know how to buy in bulk which apparently is something foreign for the ridiculously wealthy.

I pull the throw blanket and a pillow off the couch in the den and wander over to my window seat. And it is mine. Clashing aesthetic or not, the one thing I insisted upon when we were making this house ours was a window seat. Before our divorce, no, our separation, I rarely used the damn thing. Now that I’m living back at home, I use it all the time. It’s funny the things you miss when you don’t have them. 

I curl up on the bench seat and almost immediately Felony jumps up into the crook of my bent knees. Within minutes I’m asleep. It’s not surprising. I could probably sleep the entire day away if I really wanted to. 

The next time I wake up I can smell bacon and coffee. My fiancé smiles at me, but he knows how I get on August 15th. He doesn’t say anything. I don’t like words today. Words are what started all this. The wrong words left my sister dead. An ill-thought out confession cost me almost 7 years of my life.

Jay wraps an arm around me and presses a kiss to the side of my head. I lean my weight into him, knowing he’s more than prepared to support me and what level of mess I become today. He feeds me a piece of bacon and I let him. I’ve learned over the years that shutting him out today makes things worse. It’s better when I let him in. After all, he’s the only other person who knows how bad today is.

I won’t see the girls today. I never do. It’s too hard for me to look at them, especially at DJ today. My heart can’t handle that level of pain. Jay is probably the only person I’ll talk to today. If I decide to speak at all today.

I know he won’t let me be alone all day. I know he’ll stop by my office at the Collective at least once, if only to make sure I eat something. And I know that once 5 o’clock rolls around he’ll come and collect me. I don’t drive on August 15th. I can’t get in a car really, especially not in the backseat. It’s too much for me today. Too much. 

“Briel?” And Jay is helping me into a seat at the island. I don’t even remember moving. “You with me, baby?”

I nod, and bury my face into the crook of his neck for a moment before letting him go so he can finish breakfast.

It’s my least favorite day of the year, but it could be worse.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Protective Harry Hook x reader

Hi, I was wondering if you could write a fanfic for Harry hook x reader. Where maybe the reader was really close friends with the VKs before they left the isle and after they left she joined Uma’s crew (became really close with Uma) and got together with Harry hook. But when the vks come back they found out that reader had a baby with Harry and they aren’t supportive and think she’s betrayed them. And Harry steps in being over protective Dad and Lover. I love you writing, sorry if it’s picky 💗 

a/n: for this im going to make the reader already pregnant for three months, cuz the vks are only gone for six months, not really enough time for a baby to be born safely, so reader and Harry have been in a relationship for five months.

Key

Y/n- your name H/c- hair color E/c- eye color S/c- skin color H/l- hair length H-height V/p- villain parent

B/g- Baby gender B/n- baby name

–(y/n) POV– --D1--

You took a deep breath, trying to pump yourself up to tell your friends Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay, about your little “problem” and it might be your last chance to do it, as the four of them would be leaving to auradon within the hour

…oh what was the problem you ask? Well, you’re pregnant, and Harry Hook was the father, he didn't know either, hell! Your friends didn't even know you two were in a relationship!!! Only Uma knew, and luckily she decided to keep your relationship a secret.

Now you may be asking, how did you get pregnant, to answer that, let's go back to half a year ago. You were wandering the Isle after a bad incidence with your (v/p) and you were near the docks and when all of a sudden a group of pirates jumped you, and as they were about to take advantage of you, Harry showed up and saved you. Afterward he took you back to Ursula's chip shop and Uma (who took a couple minutes of convincing to let Harry fix you up, because your Mals friend) allowed you in after acknowledging that you had never teased her and had never called her shrimpy, and after that incident you and Harry had continued talking and soon an emotional and sexual relationship had begun between the two of you. and because the isle didn't really have birth control options, you had gotten pregnant, and with the help of Uma, she confirmed it.

And now it was three months after you found out, and you had yet to tell your friends of your predicament or Harry of your holding of his love child in your womb.

ruffling your (h/c) hair you rushed over to your friends and grasped Evie's shoulder, turning to you she hummed and tilted her head

“(y/n)? what's up? we have to leave in a minute or two.”

“I know, I just need to tell you all something before you go.”

she nodded and gestured for the others to come over, as the four stared at you curiously you took a deep breath and prepared yourself to tell them about you and harry

“I have something really big to tell you guys and promise you won't flip out ok?”

the four nodded slowly, and you decided to blurt out what was going on

“im-” 

“Mal~!”

“Evie~!”

“Carlos!”

“Jay!”

the fours parents interrupted you and the four turned and made their way to the limo, Evie turning back to you,

“you can tell us when we get back (y/n)! see ya!”

Mal then turned to you as well

“and stay away from the docks, Uma will take advantage of our trip to auradon”

you stilled, never telling Mal about your close friendship with Uma.

“um, abo-”

“and stay away from Harry too, he’ll try something while we’re gone im sure of it”

aaannnd your brain went into auto mode,

“sure thing Mal, I’ll just stick it in the hideout,”

she nodded and climbed into the limo.

as the limo drove away only one thought ran through your head.

‘well I fucked that up’

--three days later--

“I tell him, I don't tell, I tell him, I don't tell him...”

you plucked off the last petal of the dying flower “ I tell him”

Uma ground out “finally! we've been sitting here for half an hour!!! okay now go tell Harry and-”

“Tell me wha?”

both you and Uma squealed and jumped around to see Harry staring down at both of you, eyebrow raised and trying to hold in his laughter.

“Harry! don't scare us like that!” you whined at Him, standing up and mushing your face in his chest, feeling it rumble from his laughter.

“don't scare ye? that's my speciality ~!” he cackled as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your head. Uma rolled her eyes and stood up, brushing off her pants.

“well im going to get away from this sappyness, (y/n), Tell him”

Harry's face scrunched up in confusion? “tell me wha? (y/n)?” you bit your lip and stepped back from Harry, playing with your fingers and shuffling your feet.

“Bonnie? ye alright?” glancing up at Harry you saw him staring at you in worry and fear.

“is there something wrong? are-are ye breaking up with me?! o-or-” 

“no!” you gasped grabbing his hands and held them to your stomach “im-im pregnant!”

Harry stopped babbling and stared at you in shock, glancing at his hand which were placed upon your stomach, where his child was.

“how” he rasped “how long?” 

“three months” you looked up at Harry, his eyes beginning to fill with an emotion you couldn't place. “Harry?” he jumped and returned his attention to you “how...how do you feel about it?”

Harry stared at you for a few moments, a look in his eyes you couldn't describe other than pure joy “i-” his voice cracked and thickened as he spoke “I love ye (y/n). and im gonna be the best damn father I can be on this dumpster fire of an island”

tears streamed down your face and you jumped into his arms and he picked you up and spun you around. “well” you choked out “we won't have to raise it on this dipshit of a place” Harry raised an eyebrow “what why?”

you looked at him with a mischievous grin “Mal and her gang are gonna nab the wand and get us off this hell hole” 

“are-are ye serious!!!! holy fuck!!”

Harry lifted you in his arms, spinning you around once more. both of you laughing, one thing of your minds, neither would have to raise your child in this dangerous place.

you just hoped your friends would return soon.

--time skip to coronation--

“wh-what?” you whispered, tears burning at your eyes, Harry held an expression of rage, gripping your hand tightly.

“those-those, TRAITORS” 

all around you, food was chucked at the tv screen. the rage of Harry and the other patrons of the chip shop resounded in your ears. 

you couldn't breath

how could they!

they left you here to rot!!!

your ears started to ring, the world going black. your stomach hurt. you couldn't breathe.

“(y/n)?” you heard Harry's voice, but it seemed so far away.

“(y/n)? love?”

the last thing you felt before passing out was the sensation of being picked up by Harry before everything went black.

---

“gakit cunts!!!” the sound of something breaking broke through your subconscious

Harry's voice broke through the darkness that surrounded you.

“they jus left her here, THEY LEFT HER HERE! WHILE SHE’S PREGNANT WITH ME CHILD”

“Harry! chill!!!! ” Uma, thank god she was here too, trying to make Harry calm down.

“NO I won't CHILL, THEY'RE BASTERIOUS SLUDGE PUSS FILLED-

“HARRY!” 

“WHAT!”

“(Y/n)’s awake”

Harrys footsteps raced towards you, you heard his knees hit the floor and his calloused hand cupped your face. 

“(y/n)? love? are ye okay?!”

groaning you opened your eyes to see Harry's ocean blue eyes staring at you with pure worry and concern.

you smiled and grasped his hand “yes im okay” you rasped.

he breathed a sigh of relief and pulled you into a hug.

“im sorry lass, I should have paid more attention to ye, I could've prevented that”

“im fine Harry, no harm no foul”

He only nodded and climbed onto the bed and pulled you into his lap.

“jus be careful from now on ye hear”

you laughed, “practice what you preach hooky”

“you two are adorable” Uma right forgot she was here.

“shut it Uma” Harry spoke face flushed

“pft ahahaaha!!!” you and Uma burst out laughing. ah Harry could be so funny somtimes.

---D2---

Hard to believe its been 6 months since the Core four left, 4 months since they betrayed you and left you here. and a month and a half since your baby (b/g) was born. the precious thing was born a month and a half early. they looked so much like Harry, but at the same time so much like you...god you loved them, both of them, Harry and (b/n) that is. Harry, being the protective worrisome pirate he is, tutting over you constantly while and after your pregnancy. trying to carry you everywhere, not letting you steal anything. instead, he did it for you and grabbing double. Uma let him keep a lot of what he stole. he moved you into his room on the ship. basically, he’s a protective dork.

now you were walking around with your babe in your arms making your way back from curl up and dye, letting dizzy babysit (b/n) while you got your hair done. cooing at the adorable (b/g), you were startled by a familiar voice.

“(y/n)?!” you turned to see Evie, Carlos, Jay and...Ben. your face turned blank, the sting of betrayal still burned deep.

“is..is that a-” your blank face twisted in rage, and you hissed at her

“yes, this is my baby. wouldn't expect you to know, as, ya know! you abandoned me.” the four winced, Ben seemingly gathering a cloud of guilt upon his face.

“(y/n)” Evie stalked forward, grasping your shoulder “who’s is it”

you growled and pulled away from her “don't touch me! and the father is-”

“step away from the lass and the babe now.” Harry's voice broke through the tense standoff, gently grasping your shoulder and pulling you and the babe behind him, brandishing his sword and hook. creating a barrier between you and your old friends.

Jay walked forward and tried to pull you from behind Harry, thinking that Harry was going to hurt you and your babe, not knowing that Harry was the father.

Harry growled and slashed him with his sword forcing Jay to step back.

“back away from me girl and child! or else il hook ye!”

“your-” Jay sputtered “your child!?! how!!!”

“Aww, Jay~ did ye forget how sex works~? well, ya see-!” 

“Harry stop, not helping.”  Harry snorted and settled into a protective stance once more.

“how is the child even yours Hook! there's no way (y/n) could've gotten pregnant and given birth, in the time we were gone!”

you decided to step in

“when you guys left for Auradon for the first time, I was already three months pregnant, and have had a relationship with Harry for five months. I never told you because I knew Mal and the rest of you would throw me to the streets.”

the three held a look of shame, as they knew it to be true. nowadays they wouldn't, but back then? they would have done it without a second glance.

“you can't trust him!”

“oh really? and why should I trust you? he’s not the one who abandoned me!”

‘‘da da~! *sqee*”  the six of you jumped when all of a sudden (b/n) reached out to Harry and called for him, making grabby hands at him. giggling all the while.

‘holy crap that's so goddamn adorable’ was all the group could think.

as Harry sheathed his sword and took his tiny babe into his arms, Ben stood there thinking of how him not bringing over the next group of kids greatly harmed the ones still on the Isle.

Ben made up his mind, you, Harry and your Baby would be part of the next group coming over to the Isle.

“well, we’ll be going now,” you spoke, tugging on Harry's jacket. urging him to head back to the ship. luckily he obeyed and followed you, carefully holding (b/n) in his arms. “don't get caught” with that you left, Harry watching your back.

The four watched you go, shame, regret, guilt, and also weirdly...relief. you were being taken care of. you were better off then they thought you were.

they would just need to make sure that Mal was not the only one they would retrieve from the Isle. even if it meant taking Mals arch enemy along for the ride.

--the end!--