#Light walking in and rolling a suitcase behind him: Got disowned

[bannock-freak]

.........................it'd be so funny if they got Light convicted and then because he was a minor he only served like five years

Light banging at L's door the second he's out, "DO YOU SEE NOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT?!"

L: .....okay fair enough. Where's Amane?

Light: Are you kidding, she got out before I did

[let-me-luve-you]

The Scared Runaway

Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader

Summary: The reader finds out life changing news and she is scared of what her family will think, especially her father.

Warnings: Teenage Pregnancy, Angst, Teenage Runaway,

MASTERLIST

Your heart stopped as you looked down at the two lines. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you thought about what it meant. You sat down on the floor staring into space thinking about how your life was now changing. 

Pregnant. 

You were pregnant. 

You were 17 and pregnant.

You stayed locked in the bathroom until you heard your little brother knock on the door to tell you dinner was ready. You told him you would be there shortly. You got up and grabbed the test and box. You ran to your room to hide it in your bedside table. 

Dinner tonight was just your younger sisters, brother, and stepmom. When you sat down, Danneel instantly noticed something was off about you. She also noticed your red eyes. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” She asked quietly as not to worry your siblings. 

“I’m fine.” You said while trying to give a convincing smile. As you sat quietly at dinner, you tried to think how you were going to tell your dad. He wasn’t going to be happy with you at all. You started thinking of how he might kick you out. Not wanting you around your siblings because you were a horrible role model. 

“I’m done. Thank you Dee for dinner.” You said getting up. Not waiting to be excused, you grabbed your plate to put in the sink. You ran to your room. You shut and locked the door behind you. You knew your dad was coming home late tomorrow night which gave you roughly 24 hours to figure out how to handle everything. 

As you laid on your bed thinking about how to tell your dad, you couldn’t quit thinking about all of the negative outcomes. He was going to disown you. He was going to kick you out. He wasn’t going to help you. As the thoughts ran wild in your head, you heard a knock

“Y/N, I’m going to bed. If you need me or need to talk, you know where to find me.” You heard Dee said. 

You stayed quiet. Making Dee sigh and walk away. You knew you were already disappointing her so you did the only thing that made sense in that moment. You packed a bag to leave on your own terms. 

You packed as much as you could in your giant rolling suitcase. You grabbed your school bag and put your laptop in it. Once your bags were packed, you grabbed a piece of paper and started a note to your father. 

Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m a failure as a daughter. I won’t tell you what I did, but I will tell you I know if you knew what I did, I would disappoint you. I can’t do that. I don’t want to see the anger in your eyes. It’ll be better this way. I’m leaving to protect you, Dee, and the little ones. I’m not the role model they deserve. I hope one day you can understand. Just know I will always love you and be grateful to have you as my father. Don’t look for me. Just let me go. 

Y/N

You fought back the tears as you left the note on your desk. You grabbed your bags and quietly left your room and the place that once kept you safe from the real world. You started walking towards Gen’s and Jared’s house. Thinking maybe you can spend the night before you move on to the next place. 

You were shocked at who opened the door after you knocked. “Uncle Jared? What are you doing home? You aren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.” 

He laughed, “Well we got done early so me and your dad flew back early. What are you doing here?” He asked. He frowned when he saw your suitcase. “And what are you doing here with a suitcase?”

“I was uh…” you stumbled over the words. “I was hoping I could crash here for the night, if that’s okay?”

“And you needed your Vancouver suitcase for a night over here?” He said skeptically. 

“Uh yeah. Couldn’t find my other one.” You said thinking on your feet. He nodded and let you in. As you went to the guest room, Jared heard his phone go off. He looked to see Jensen calling. He answered. 

“Jared.” Jensen said, sounding out of breath and panicked. “Y/N left. She’s not here. I need help finding her. She left a note for me. I can’t…”

“Calm down Jay. She’s here. She's at my house.” Jared said. 

“What is she doing there?” Jensen asked. Jared looked around making sure you hadn’t come into the living room. 

“I’m not sure. Said she wanted a place to crash for the night.” Jared walked quietly to the guest room. He saw you asleep on the bed, still dressed in your jeans and shoes. “Why don’t you come over? She’s asleep, but I feel like something is bothering her.”

“I’ll be there in 5.” Jensen said. 

“Doors open. Let yourself in.” Jared said before hanging up. 

Jensen rushed into the living room to see Jared sitting on the couch drinking a beer. 

“What’s going on man? Why did she run?” Jared asked once he noticed Jensen in the room. 

“I’m not sure. Said she did something I would be disappointed in. That she was leaving to protect us. Her job isn’t to protect us. It’s mine to protect her. Jared, she’s my baby girl. I can’t lose her.” Jensen said as he teared up. 

Jared looked at his friend. Almost breaking at seeing the strongest person he knows struggling. “It will be okay. Stay here tonight. Be here when she wakes up. Talk to her. Let her know that no matter what, you are there for her. To support her. That there is nothing, and I mean nothing, that she could do to make you disown her or turn your back on her.”

Jensen nodded as he looked at his best friend. He sighed before turning to look towards the guest room. He walked towards the room and let himself in. He saw you asleep in jeans and shoes. He quietly walked over to you and pulled your shoes and socks off. 

You stirred in your sleep and noticed your dad taking your shoes off. “Dad?” You said quietly. Jensen almost didn’t hear it. “What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you the same question.” He said with a sad laugh. “Talk to me baby girl. What made you run?”

“I can’t tell you.” You said looking away from him. 

He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear, “You can tell me anything and I will always listen and be here for you.”

“Not this. You won’t look at me the same. You’ll hate me.” You said. 

“I will never hate you. Just talk to me. I’m here to listen to you and offer any advice I can.” Your dad said as he made you look at him. You started to cry. 

“I’m sorry.” Jensen pulled you into his chest. Jared leaned on the door. Being there for additional support for his niece. Someone he has watched grow. “I’m so sorry daddy.” You repeated. 

“It’s okay baby. What are you doing apologizing for?” Jensen asked. 

“I’m...I’m pregnant.” You said. Jensen froze for a second before he continued to rock you to help calm you down. He looked over at Jared with sad, shocked eyes. 

“Shhhh. You’re okay.” Your dad whispered as he held you tighter. Jensen’s thoughts were running wild. Thinking about how his baby girl was going to have a baby. “You’re okay Y/N/N. You’re okay.” He kissed the top of your head. “I will support you with whatever you decide. I will be there for you every step of the way.”

You pulled away and looked at him with tears still falling at a fast rate. “You aren’t kicking me out?”

“No baby. I’m not. I would never do that.” Jensen said as he wiped some of the tears from your face. “Is that why you ran? Because you thought I would kick you out?” You nodded your head. “Well I’m not.”

“Even if he did, you always have a room here Goober.” You heard Jared say while using the nickname he gave you when you were three. “You will always be welcome here. And I’m going to support you too. No matter what decision you come to with how you want to handle this.”

“Thank you Uncle Jared. I love you.” You said getting up from the bed to give him a hug. He squeezes you tightly before kissing your head. 

“Love you too.” He said before looking at your dad. “You’re both welcome to stay if you want. Or if you leave, just set the alarm. I’m going to bed. Night.” He said as he walked to his room. 

You sat back on the bed, anxiously picking at your fingers. Your dad noticed and grabbed your hands so you would stop. 

“Let’s go home. We can talk some more when we get there.” Your dad said as he passed your shoes to you and grabbed your bags. “I’ve got the car out front so don’t worry about putting your shoes on.”

As you walked back into your room. You crawled into bed. All the emotions from the day catching up with you. 

“Can we talk more in the morning? It’s been an emotionally draining day.” You said quietly to your father. 

He nodded, “We can. But don’t think you are getting out of this.” 

“I’m not.” You said. “Will you stay with me? I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course.” He crawled into bed and pulled you close to him so you could lay your head on his chest. Just like you did when you were younger. “I just want you to know, I was only a few years older than you when you were born. You were the best thing to ever happen to me. I was terrified. Especially since I had to raise you on my own. Anytime I felt like I was failing or felt I should quit acting, you would give me this gummy smile and would giggle. It would just light up my world and make me keep fighting for the life I wanted for you. For us. I didn’t give up and I won’t let you. I love you Y/N Y/M/N.”

“I love you too dad. I’m sorry for scaring you and leaving.” You said as you hugged him. 

“Just don’t do it again and I will forgive you.” He said giving you a kiss on the head. “Now get some rest. We can talk more in the morning.”

You smiled knowing that your dad still loved you. Knowing you had support through these challenging times. Snuggled up to your dad, you had one of the best sleeps you’ve had in a while.

[cost-of-chaos]

All You Need Is Love (Chapter One)

Roger Taylor x OC

Summary: Ronnie is an art student who’s friendship with Freddie Mercury has turned her life into one of fun and constant adventure. Life with a famous drummer boyfriend has been amazing so far but what will happen when backs are turned?

Note: This is my first Queen fic, so uh please be nice?

Words: 1.6K+

“Don’t go! Come with me on tour love, I’m gonna miss you so much!” The words echoed into the room from what must be our small kitchen down the hall. I was currently wedged between the bed and a small suitcase which was resting against our set of drawers in the fruitless endeavour of packing. I was surrounded by my whole wardrobe, and some of Rogers, as I attempted to pack clothes which wouldn’t add to the already mounting disappoint from my parents. The packing, however, was stalling as I tried to negotiate a clingy cat sitting I my lap nuzzling my arm for more chin scratches. I leant back against the wooden bed, groaning in frustration.

“Rog, you know I don’t want to go, but it’s Beatrice’s wedding, I need to go to it, I have no choice. You know I’d prefer to go on tour with you guys”

Roger appeared in the doorway cradling two steaming hand-painted mugs. After battling the messy room, he wedged himself beside me in the cramped space.

“I brought you a cuppa, that’s another thing they don’t have in lousy America, there’ll be no good tea over there!” He says, only half seriously, handing me a mug. I leant into his chest and the intoxicating scent of his expensive cologne combined with Marlboros filled my nose and a wave of sadness washed over me.

Taking a sip, I took up at him, he was looking rather adorable with messy bed hair and a three-day growth of stubble, and it made it even harder to go.

“Babe... Do you think they’d disown me if I abandoned my maid of honour duties to follow my rockstar boyfriend on tour to Japan?”

“How about we forget about the stupid wedding, we have...” he quickly glanced down at his black leather wrist watch, “ 6 hours until we need to leave for Heathrow, let’s make some fun memories for you to remember me by” he said with a wink, a cheeky grin rapidly growing across his face.

“ Hun, I’m only going for a wee-“ I was cut off mid-sentence by Rogers lips colliding with mine with such force and passion that a spark of heat instantly lit inside of me.

After a moment, I pulled myself away from his lips once I felt him start to deepen the kiss and unbutton my shirt. “I’m gonna miss you soo much, promise me you’ll miss me too?” I ask hating how whiny I was sounding. It was the first time I wasn’t accompanying the boys on tour and I knew how flirty he got after a good show, I mean that’s how we got together for god's sake!

-Flashback 1969-

“Alright love?” Roger flashed me the first of many cheesy grins, his eyes sparkled in a way that drew me in. He was pretty fit behind the drums during the show but now he’s standing in front of me his beauty shone.

His eyes slowly trailed over my body and I suddenly felt very subconscious in the short mini skirt and sheer blouse Freddie encouraged me to borrow from my roommate. “So Fred, care to introduce me to your friend?” He said, leaving his mouth slightly open in a way which made me wonder what they felt like.

Freddie turned back from the group of people he was talking to, bringing his attention back to the two strangers undressing each other with their eyes. “That’s just the most talented artist you’ve ever met! She’s making all of my work look like absolute shit in all my classes, her name is Veronica”

“You can call me Ronnie” I correct him, “and I’m not that amazing at art, really!” I force out a laugh, feeling awkward.

“I’d love to see your stuff sometime… Ronnie”

We were interrupted by Brian and John also wanting introductions to Freddie's new friend. The topic of the conversation quickly changed to one revolving the things which went wrong in the gig and new song ideas. Although I tried to keep up with the technical jargon I was hopelessly distracted by the gorgeous specimen in front of me enthusiastically talking about a new drum beat he’d made up the previous day. He was wearing an open vest and had necklaces adorning his neck. It was the type of outfit that would look ridiculous on anyone else but on him he oozed sex appeal. I couldn’t help but picture what it would be like to kiss that chest, to pull that soft looking hair as he did whatever he wanted to me. As he was standing there listening to the other guys, with his mouth hung open and his eyelids partially closed, I thought he was the prettiest man I’d ever seen before. It was while I was imagining kissing him that he finally looked up, noticing I was staring at him.

‘Fuck. Smooth Ronnie’, I mentally kicked myself. He gave me a cocky smile and I could have sworn he winked, but I started backing out of the little circle. “I’m just gonna get a drink!” I said quickly before running away to the bar.

Standing at the bar, I berated myself, 'how do I always embarrass myself like this? He’s going to think you’re pathetic'.

I turned around, leaning my back on the bar and watched as two beautiful women walked up either side of him. They were all over him, like cats in heat and I felt silly for even being interested in him. Of course, he's not going to be interested in me.

“Miss what will it be?” I tore my eyes off of the scene that was beginning to make me feel nauseous.

"A large Gin and Tonic please!" As I took a handful of nuts to occupy myself with as my drink was prepared, the couple next to me started bickering. Great! Even though I'm single I still get to listen to couple fights. What fun! I tried listening in to pick a side but my attention was drawn from them as I felt someone touch my bottom.

"How are you doin' love?" I heard a raspy voice in my ear.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I yelled, slapping the handsy offender.

I felt my jaw drop as I turned around to see who it was, "Oh Roger, sorry I hit you!"

"Are you saying you want to be touched by me, Ronnie?" The sound of my name coming from him was intoxicating.

"Well, let’s just say you're a lot better than some of the guys who've hit on me recently." His face lit up with this, “Whatcha drinking Ronnie?”

“Just ordered a G and T”

“Make that two mate!” Roger yelled over the crowd to the barman.

"I thought you were talking to those two leggy blondes," I said, not being able to keep the judgement from seeping into my tone.

"Nah, I don't think either of them could even keep a conversation going... you, on the other hand, you seem interesting". I couldn't help but smile at his comment, "Why do you think that?"

"Well there is the obvious reason that you're a total fox, but I've also heard Freddie talk about how you're always reading, so you must be pretty smart, and on top of that, you have a bit of a personality, you actually stand up for yourself. You're different, and I like different."

He looked at you, his blue eyes twinkling, he looked so innocent and sincere. So different from the man with the groupies draped off his half-naked body a few moments ago.

"Well, you know how you wanted to see my artwork... do you want to come and see them now?" I asked in a moment of boldness.

"You know what? I'd love that Ronnie." He finished his drink in one gulp and took my hand in his, leading me through the crowd to the front door.

With the vinyl playing Fleetwood Mac softly in the corner of the room. Laying on our now unmade white linen in post-coital bliss, our legs intertwined and my head was resting on Rogers' chest as his breathing slowed down, this was the best goodbye I could’ve asked for. He looked boyishly handsome with his hair a mess and a rather large hickey now adorning his neck as my goodbye present to him. As he took a long drag of his cigarette, the sun came out of hiding behind the clouds and the sunflowers I’d painted on the window reflected on him making him look almost transcendent in the soft yellow light. He passed me the cigarette and I took a drag, blowing a smoke ring up in the air. I climbed off the bed and started to walk back to the packing pile but was pulled back onto the bed before I even made it halfway. I couldn't help but let out a squeal as Roger pinned me down onto the bed by my wrists, stealing back the cigarette and placing it in his mouth.

"Rog! I need to pack!" I argued, wanting nothing more but to stay in bed with him all day.

He put the cigarette out on the ashtray on the bedside table, "Just pack everything love" He said, nuzzling into my neck as he trailed kisses down my chest. "They won't like any of our clothes, we're too rock n roll for them" His kisses had now made their way past my belly button. He pulled my legs apart and kept going further down until he reached my wetness.

"Good idea" I stuttered out. It was going to be a miracle if I didn't miss this flight, but boy were we going to have a fun time being late.

[peakyxshelby]

Love you but I’m leaving

Part 1

Michael Gray x reader

Request: A micheal gray x reader where he absolutely adores her (his wife) but polly doesn't like her and tries to break them up until she realises how happy the reader makes michael?xx

Note: I got so carried away it will be in two parts now!! 

You are woken up by the sun burning through your window creating a frame of light over your fiance. His strong jaw line clenched and unclenched as he dreamed. You traced his chest with your fingers, his soft skin comforting to touch. You watched him as his eyes flickered open adjusting to his settings, smiling when he saw you staring at him.

“What are you looking at?” he smirked, pulling you closer and turning around to face you. You leaned forward pushing your lips against his as he ran his hands down your back and through your hair. You pulled away slightly as your face rested into a more serious expression.

“Don’t tease me,” he moaned, frustrated that you weren’t still kissing him.

“We have an hour until we have to be at lunch,” you start to say as you swing your legs over the side of the bed and pull yourself out.

“Can you please not worry about it, it will be fine.”

“Not really fine considering your mother actually hates me,” You scoff at him.

“OK well that is a small problem but everyone else loves you.”

“No body else matters.”

“I matter, and I love you,” he swooned as he pulled you back onto the bed placing kisses on your neck.

“I am not getting the blame for making her son late, hurry up and get dressed.” You swat him off you rushing into the bathroom.

You and Michael sat down at the large table beside each other, with John on the other side of you and Ada across from you, you felt slightly more comfortable. Polly was sat opposite michael however which making you tense. You were all gathered to celebrate some business victory as well as little Finn’s 18th birthday.

“How is your new house then, you liking it?” John asked you.

“Love it, more than I could ask for.” You and John continued speaking, catching up because you hadn’t seen her for a while when you overheard another conversation happening.

“Nice house isn’t it Michael?” Ada asked him.

“We love it,” he replied.

“Of course the grubby whore does Michael, she’s only with you for your money.” You stopped your conversation with John who you presumed also heard as his face dropped.

“Pol,” Ada said sternly. You turned around in your chair smiling sweetly at the table, putting your hand on Michaels.

“I think I’m going to head home. I don’t feel too great,” You say quietly to him excusing yourself from your table.

“Good,” Polly spat watching you get yourself together.

“(Y/N) wait…” Michael tried to stop you but by this point you had practically ran out the door and made your way home.

“Now what the fuck was all that about Pol?” Tommy asked harshly slamming his hand down on the table.

You were sat in the middle of your bed hugging the duvet and blankets around you as you rested your head on the headboard. It had been a couple hours and your crying had become less consistent like you had no tears left. You almost felt numb. You had tried and tried to make things work, for Polly to like you but nothing was changing her opinion. Polly and your mother used to be best friends many years ago until they had a big fight. No one really knows what happened and honestly I think it’s safer that way. Your mother pretty much disowned you when she found out you were set to marry Michael Gray but when she finally met him, she swooned over him for days. Telling your entire family how lovely he was and how you were marrying the kindest man in birmingham. You didn’t quite get that same reaction when you properly met Michael’s mother though.

“(Y/N)! You here?” Michael called up the stairs, snapping you out of your thoughts. He slowly opened the door of your room and sat down beside you, pulling your head into his chest to comfort you. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s OK,” you sniffle wiping away a couple tears that had accidentally let slip.

“It’s not, though,” he said back his voice cracking.

“Not your fault.”

“I love you, a lot. I don’t know how you’re putting up with all this but thank you,” His voice was softer now as he kissed you gently on the forehead.

Michael and his cousins had gone on a two-day trip down to London for business, which left you alone in the house. You didn’t like staying by yourself especially now you pretty much had a target on your back, that’s what you get for associating with a blinder. You were cleaning the kitchen the afternoon the boys had left when the door flew open and the beautifully harrowing figure walked in.

“Michael went away with the boys Pol, he’ll be back in two days.”

“You think don’t know where my own son is?” She barked at you. You stayed silent eyes locked to the floor. “I came to speak with you.”

“Oh, I see, Tea or Coffee?”

“No I don’t have time for that. Sit.” She ordered taking a seat herself at the table. You followed her direction and did the same. “I don’t like you and you aren’t the women for Michael. You know as well as I do that I don’t want you around him, you are poison. (Y/N), you and your mother are exactly the same, selfish bitches. You might be sitting here thinking that none of what I say matters but honey it does. Michael will always choose me first, over anyone. He chose me, the mother he didn’t know, over the family who raised him for near enough 15 years. He will put me first, and I am going to make him choose. He will have to choose you or this family. You can let him break your heart or you can run, but one or the other will be happening.”

“Pol..” You whispered, voice cracking as you tried to speak. You cleared your throat hard but it wasn’t helping. “Why… Why do you hate me so much?”

“You won’t steal him from me,” she spat. In a second she was up and out the door, letting it slam behind her. The ghost of her presence still lingered in the room her words stinging your skin. She was right though, he would always put his family first. You couldn’t have him now Polly had made up her mind. You let your head fall against the table, your body crumbling as you sobbed and cried into the table.

It took you a couple of hours to peel yourself off of the table and make your way to the bedroom. You pulled the big suitcase down from on top of your shared wardrobe throwing it on top of your bed. You start to empty your drawers into the case, then the content of your wardrobe. Your head was filled with emotion you slammed your fist against the wall hard, not even noticing the skin by your knuckles splitting and beads of blood roll down your fingers. You muffle your screams by holding your shirt to your mouth. You move to your bathroom collecting your toothbrush and towels. You went to throw the items into the case when you saw one of Michaels white shirts, the softer one that looked a bit scabby but was your favourite to wear, poking out among the pile of clothes you had dumped in the case. You collapsed on the bed pulling the shirt out and holding it to your face, taking in his warm musky smell once more. This broke you. You felt as if your world was crashing down around you. Taking a deep breath you zipped up the case grabbed your coat and headed to the door. You placed your key on the kitchen table taking a good look around once more at the life you almost had.

It had been three days since you packed up and moved back in with your mum. When you told her what had happened she almost marched around to Polly’s house to give her ‘a piece of her mind’. You swear they only fell out because they’re so bloody similar, both stubborn and put their family above all else. You begged her not to go and after a couple hours of pleading with her, she dropped the tough mum act. She sat down with you letting you cry, even shedding a few tears of her own. Not a second that went past your mind wasn’t thinking of Michael, you wondered why he hadn’t come and found you yet he had been home for a day. You don’t know if it was some weird sort of coincidence but as the thoughts were running through your head, a faint knock on the door came from down stairs.

“Where is she?” His voice was broken it sounded so strained.

“Michael…” you say running down the stairs, it took everything in you not to run and jump into his arms.

“I’ll give you two some space,” your mum said grabbing her jacket and heading out the door.

“(Y/N) what’s going on?” Michael looked as broken as he sounded, his hair a mess, bags under his eyes and he looked tired. Seeing his bloodshot eyes broke your heart all over again. You leant your head against his chest trying to stop the blubbering that was going to inevitably come. He rested his chin on top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you, sighing heavily. You could feel all the tension he had been holding up slipping away as he held you.

“I’m so sorry Michael,” your words barely audible.

“We’re getting married though? What about all our plans?” You pull away as tears start to running taking both his hands in yours.

“You are perfect, but I’m not perfect for you. You’ll find someone that fits in, into your life, your family and your heart,” You sobbed hard tripping over every word. “I love you more than I can describe in words, so much that I have to let you go. It’s best for you.”

“Why are you saying all this? What’s changed your mind for fuck sake please don’t do this.” He was crying as much as you know pleading with you as he gripped onto your hands. Gripping so tight that if he let go you would be pulled away from him.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore.” You breathed heavily and he pulled his eyes away from yours.

“I don’t understand. I don’t fucking understand!” You let go of his arms opening the door for him. He stared at you not believing what he was seeing, it took him a minute before he walked out. Seeing him walk away from you was soul destroying.

“Goodbye Michael Gray,” You whispered just loud enough for him to hear. He stopped in his tracks as they ran began to pour, he didn’t have it in him to look back, so he didn’t.