#YOU SENT ME AGAINNNNN

[c0llisiion]

NUMB TO THE FEELING — j.jk

♡pairing : jjk + fem!reader

♡: not proof read, exs, idol!jungkook x idol!reader , fwb kinda? , smut , mutual masturbation - lmk if i missed any!

W/C : 1,162

Pt.2 , Pt.3

A/N : SORRY 4 DISAPPEARING AGAINNNNN! i js got too busy guys 😣😣😣😣 rqs are open! Send in your rqs and prompts ily <33 anyways here is a jk fic i wrote instead of finishing my other jk fic :3

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

2 months. Its been 2 months since you broke it off with jungkook. It was all over the news, a hot topic for the k media. ‘BTS’s Jungkook and Y/G/N’s y/n ends 4 year relationship’, was still trending on naver. It happened so quickly. Knets are already placing the blame on you for the breakup, as they view you as a mean rebel idol who breaks hearts and messes around. A face of disgust was plastered on your face as you scroll through the endless amounts of hate comments knets put under the articles.

“Wow I always knew she was a bitch”

“She definitely cheated on him with another idol lol”

“What do you expect when you date a wh*re? Jungkook should have never dated her”

“She ruined his image”

Back and forth, people were calling you degrading names and putting Jungkook in a good light. They said all of this while not knowing a single thing about how your breakup unfolded. It was mutual. You both started getting busy with schedules. That simple. Maybe a few disagreements here and there. Maybe a few trust issues but the main point was it was mutual and you both broke up because of schedules. You got tired of the same comments and decided to turn off your phone but you got a new notification.

baby star candy 🤍

Hey

Tf is he doing at this hour?

Y/n

???

baby star candy 🤍

Is it okay if i come over?

Classic jungkook. Getting straight to the point. You stared at the text for a while not realising that you were leaving him on seen.

My baby star candy 🤍

Helloooooo?????

Its fine if you dont want me to

Y/n

Yes. Quick.

You sent your reply before his second text got to properly load. And there you were. Your phone turned off, biting your nails as you waited for jungkook.

It didn't take him a lot of time. Reaching your place in under 7 minutes and 13 seconds. You heard your doorbell and you immediately rushed to the door. You stood at the door for some time, avoiding the impression that you were eagerly anticipating his arrival.

You opened the door and see the tall bulky black haired man with his calvin klein hoodie and grey shorts. You stared at him before he brought you back to reality by snapping his fingers. You let him in before locking the door. You grabbed him by his wrists and took him upstairs to your room.

He quickly settled in your bed letting out a deep sigh, Relaxing and stretching his limbs out onto the bed. His arm was tucked behind his head as he patted the empty space next to him with half lidded eyes. You rolled your eyes before snuggling with him. Your tv was on and playing a random tv show you put almost an hour ago, forgetting to it turn off. You sighed and relaxed into his arm. The silence was comfortable. Jungkook was playing with the hems of shorts and you with the drawstrings of his shorts. You knew where this would lead to.

His hands started slowly massaging your thighs and ass in a comforting way. Its like he knew you were sad. And he did. “Im sorry” he spoke up. You looked up at him. His eyes were focused on the tv infront. “Im sorry about those comments. I should have said somethin’.” He said finally looking down at you. You shook your head and nuzzled into him closer “dont be. Its not your fault. Tbh i really dont gaf.” He chuckled at your attitude. He always liked your idgaf attitude. That’s what made him ask you out. “So you are not sad?” He asked his hands trailing up your shirt, cold fingers resting under your tits. “Hmm i was but then there is no reason for me to be. Maybe we should upload one of our sextapes to show those bitchy knets and completely appall them..” you giggled thinking about their reaction. Jungkook sighed and chuckled. “Yeah? Which one? Our old ones or the one we are gonna make rn?” His cold fingers squeezed your bare tits and tugged on your hard nipples. You hissed at the feeling. He grabbed your hand using his other hand and started using yours to rub himself through his shorts. He let out a soft groan throwing his head back. You bit your lip as you felt his hand lower into your shorts, quickly taking your sensitive bud in between his fingers, tugging it gently. You gasped and held onto his wrists as he continued abusing your bud. He was growing harder and harder because of your hands and the unholy sounds you let out every time he flicked your clit. You put your hands into his shorts and wrapped your fingers around his dick. Your movements were restricted by his shorts which opted you to pull his dick completely out. You stared at it. Oh how much you missed that monster. “Quit staring baby..” you felt yourself melt as he inserts two fingers into your sopping hole. A loud squelch was heard when he started fingering you. Your hands lazily worked up and down his shaft. Small spurts of precum already leaking out of his red tip. You picked up your pace and so did he. You twisted your wrists around his tip. You knew how sensitive he was there and continued. His eyes were squeezed shut as soft moans left his mouth. He started choking on them as he felt your hands squeeze around his length. God the way you had this man under your control with Just your hands was insane. He was quick to return the favour as two more fingers were added. His thumb rested on your clit rubbing it in circles furiously as he fucked your cunt with his long fingers. Loud noises accompanied by yours and his moans were the only sounds heard in the room. Your vision went white as you finally reached your end. Squirting all over his hands and wetting your shorts as well as your sheets. You let out choked out moans and your back arched off of the bed.

“Attagirl…” jungkook said with furrowed eyebrows as he kept finger fucking you. Your hand movements got sloppy which prompted jungkook to thrust into your hands. You picked up pace which made jungkook stiffen. You knew his orgasm was close from the his facial expressions and his voice. You stared at his face as you watch your ex boyfriend come undone under your grasp. He let out a final gasp before cumming all over your hands. You slowed down your movements finally letting go of his softening cock before bringing your fingers to your mouth, licking all his salty cum clean, staring deeply into his brown eyes.

Only you had him like this. No other woman will never come to your level ever.

A/n : HEHEHE sex tape part 2? 🤭🤭🤭🤭 ALSO SORRY FOR THE USAGE OF BABY STAR CANDYAJJEKAJWJA I JS HAD TOOOOOO

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

STOOOOOOP🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😍😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🙏🙏🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️I ALREADY DIED WHEN I SAW UNCLE WAYNE HHHH YOU DIDNT HAVE TO MURDER ME AGAINNNNN😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭AND THEN EDDIE??? You went for my throat😭😭😭😭😭

These two men mean the WORLD to me and they get me through every day. My lack of self care would be even worse than it already is, if it wasn’t for thoughts of these two and how they would think of or react to certain situations I put myself into in the name of trying to get it right. Your comments are sooooo so so so sweet; I was cooing when you sent these to me and if it wasn’t for the fact that you sent them when I was on the way home, I would have burst into tears there and then😭😭😭😭

I love them and I love this and I love YOU and I just wanna cry hhhhh I would commit acts so unspeakable just for a hug and a conversation with these men, separately and together, that I would make Vecna look like a teddy bear.🫠🫠🫠

@stevesmunsons

[violetthunderstorm]

*SOBS* YOU GOT ME AGAINNNNN I CLICKED ON IT NO QUESTIONS ASKED

i feel like i just need a 'i get sent a link from violet' tag now lmao (/lh)

anyway how have you been? :)

tbf that one also got me

And yeah I've been great lately :]

[bonvoyagenoona]

It's that time again.

In honor of the recent video:

Who wears chaps regularly?

...Who wears ONLY chaps?

Who hitchhikes and pays by fucking you?

Also...happy Friday roomie!

Roomie!! It’s like I told you -- I’ve been thinking about this ask all damn weekend! It required several rewatches of the MV! I’m not complaining, I’m just revved up! 🤣

Q: Who wears chaps regularly? A: Hobi

But this is a new thing. Isn’t he lucky to have a style team introducing him to all these new kinds of clothes? OK, sure, maybe they weren’t invented with couture in mind, but most couture isn't, right? He can’t hide his smile as he proudly struts around the dorm, in that exact pair of white jeans and black chaps that he stole from set, happily shaking his ass in the others’ faces, humming his part to the song. (Side note: Yoongi wonders what it might be like to wear them.)

Q: Who wears ONLY chaps? A. Namjoon

“Hyung is right,” Namjoon sighs, thrusting along to Hobi’s humming, “I can really move in these!” He’s gotten so thicc, and the vented fabric helps his thighs and ass breathe. Everyone just wishes that, even though they’re at home, he’d also have some pants on. Some underwear, at least. The group, save Hobi, jump into a chorus of “oh god”s and “Namjoon please”s. To which Namjoon can only reply, “Can’t hear you. Not over the sound of my thrusting.” (Side note: Yoongi nods along knowingly to Namjoon's observations. Maybe he'll ask where they bought them...)

Q: Who hitchhikes and pays by fucking you? A: Jimin

He’ll catch you between his starry eyes and that hip cocked just so. Denim jacket top buttons unbuttoned. Nothing else on underneath. When you inevitably stop (because how couldn’t you?), he’ll saunter over to you like this whole thing was your idea. "Yes?" he'll ask. Why are you the one trying to wheedle him in? For the entire drive, and the diner burgers you stopped mid-way for, he’ll ask questions about your life. Listen to you talk about why you’re even on this trip to begin with. Compliment you on your pleasant voice. Tell you how long your lashes are. When you pull up to his place, some little thing out of the way, he’ll take his time getting out of the car. He’ll admit he spent his last dime on his burger. He still owes you for the gas. So he’ll run a hand over your thigh and ask, “Do you maybe wanna come inside?”

More Important Questions

[why-what-no]

HI AGAINNNNN , i keep getting ideas in my head thats why ive sent more than one request in a week

but basically another billy hargrove x reader (ive been obsessing over dacre montgomery recently) i want it to be based off of the quote “i always thought u were the most beautiful girl ive ever seen” and i want u to make up everything else, let ur imagination take over fully, thats all ask, thank you so so much dude, and im sorry for only sending billy request rn but i appreciate it lots 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Prom?

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: Thanks for the request! I was getting bored today and was wishing for something to write. And don’t worry about only giving Billy request, I like writing them.

Prompt: “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

The strobe lights above Billy were a pale imitation of ones at clubs in Cali or house parties thrown by kids with rich parents, he thought wryly.

It was his prom, and while he hadn’t ever really thought about what his prom would be like, he had always thought it would be in California. Not in Hawkins, in their little gym class with students dancing along to Top 100 music.

There was a red plastic cup in his hand, filled with spiked punch. He took sips every so often, standing to the side of the room and watching his peers bittersweetly celebrating the last days of their childhood. He, on the other hand, was just relieved for his education to be over.

“Billy!” Tina stumbled over to him, clearly having had too much of the punch. “You wanna dance?” She asked, smiling up at him.

“Didn’t you come with John?” He asked her with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah. But he’s hanging out with the other guys. He won’t mind.”

Billy considered it, but… “Maybe later, Tina.”

He had planned to go to the prom alone for a while, reasoning that he could dance with more girls that way. (The fact that the girl he wanted to ask already had a date might have played a part in that as well). But now that he was here, he wasn’t really interested in any of the girls.

Well, except for one.

He saw her across the room, sitting at one of the tables. Alone, which surprised him. (Y/N) had mentioned to him that one of the guys on the basketball team had asked her out, so he had no idea why he was currently dancing with Tina and not with (Y/N). With her dress, makeup and hair done up all pretty, it was a surprise that her date wasn’t sitting with her all starstruck.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He sat down next to her, seeing the glum look on her face. “Not dancing with Daniel? Isn’t today supposed to be one of the best nights of your life or whatever?”

She scoffed. “Right back at you.” Sighing, she looked over at the jock. “He’s barely looked at me all night, I feel like it’s pretty clear he’s not interested in dancing.”

That surprised him, although not much. He knew what a dumbass prick Daniel was. In fact, it had taken all Billy’s self control not to tell her that when she had first told him she was going to prom with that guy.

“Well that’s pretty fucking stupid of him.” Billy said, a twinge of annoyance in his voice.

“You think that?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“Shit. Maybe I should’ve gone with you.” She looked around. “Who’s the lucky girl, anyway?”

“I’m here by myself. So, I guess the lucky girl is you.”

(Y/N) laughed, reaching over to take a sip of his drink. “I guess so.”

He just looked at her. “Were you serious? About going with me?” He finally asked, his tone less joking then before.

“What happened to going alone?”

“Well. In my defence, I would’ve asked you but Daniel got there first.”

(Y/N) looked up at him, shock in her eyes. “That’s not funny.” She told him.

“Wasn’t joking. I actually…” He paused, wondering if he was actually going to say what he was thinking. Fuck it, he thought, might as well. “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He told her honestly.

“Really?” She was starting to smile, but a hesitant look still in her eye.

“Of course.” All he wanted was for her to know that he meant it. “Listen, I know it might be a little late for this, but.” Billy grinned at her. “You wanna go to prom with me?”

(Y/N) smiled for real this time. “Sure.” She responded, taking the hand he offered her as he lead her to the dance floor. Both of them ignoring Daniel, who was starting to look a little regretful of his decisions over the evening as Tina went back to her date and he was left all alone.

[awsuntanz]

a ramble about helium chapter 4 (and dakota’s wonderful characterization)

its 4am, forgive me for any mistakes. i’ve never written anything like this before, aha.

All of these quotes are from Chapter 4 of @heytherestilinski‘s fic Helium!

The way Dakota (the author) fleshes out conflict and allows their painfully realistic characterization to shine is so...perfect. I find myself heavily relating to Dream, George, and even Sapnap at times. 

Here are some lines that I didn’t think would stick out to me (but did):

After a quiet moment, to his soaring heart’s approval, George speaks up again.

This entire kitchen scene portrays that feeling of having a conversation with someone who matters to you. Whether it would classify as something important to someone else or not is irrelevant- to you, in that moment, it feels like you’re holding the world. It’s soft, and tender. You don’t want it to fall flat. You don’t want to let it go. (This scene may or may not have encouraged me to say goodnight to a special someone I was thinking of while reading this).

Sapnap dumps the responsibility of the cart back onto Dream. As he walks past him, he says, “You suck at flirting.”

I really enjoyed the stupid banter between Dream and Sapnap at the grocery store. It not only served as some nice comic relief that kept our guard down before the conflict at the end of the chapter, but it’s also something us readers would definitely hear from (and say to) our friends in real life. Good comic relief is something that eases us in naturally and allows us to immerse ourselves and enjoy the moment while maintaining that element of surprise that keeps us interested :)

He turns away from Dream. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

Dream may be less controlled in his emotions and impulses, but he is very open in sharing them. George has more of a filter on everything. Controlled. Not wanting to push Dream (or maybe even himself) off the edge.

“You wanted to this morning,” he says, low.

“Yeah, because we were in your house, not the middle of the grocery store.”  

Rejection. Denial. George’s response holds some truth to it, but comes off as a haphazard excuse at the same time. He doesn’t appreciate the way Dream pushes for that direct confrontation and frankness when it comes to approaching their situation (and honestly? Neither would I). 

George halts to face him again, with a half-whisper, “Not exactly the best place to ambush me, Dream.” 

I like the use of the word ambush here because of the strong negative connotation it implies. It’s as if he’s saying that Dream sought out to make him uncomfortable. As if this was pre-planned and intentional, and not another one one of his silly impulses.

Dream stares at him wildly. “I didn’t ambush you. You brought up your expectations, not me.” His voice grows tight. “Are you seriously still going to act like this?”

We’ve had enough of “Dream, why? Dream, no! Dream, quit being an idiot!” from the readers. This time, he takes that blame and tosses it over to George instead. Conflict grows stronger.

“Like I’m—I’m this stumbling idiot who forces you into every bad situation,” he says. “It’s exhausting, and doesn't make me feel good about myself, and—” He runs a trembling hand through his hair. “It’d be nice if you took some responsibility, for once. That’s all.”

God, I’m so guilty of how George does this to Dream. Taking responsibility isn’t very fun when you feel like the other person is constantly making irrational, immature, and as we’ve established earlier, overall impulsive decisions when it comes to what they say and do. We assume that the other person should be able to understand us- We’ve put up with them for all this time, haven’t we?

Realizing that having a mentality like this is toxic and draining to the other person as well is... difficult. It’s difficult to remember that they’re trying, and that they genuinely care about you too. The very same things that make them irritating are what make them a loving and caring person as well. It takes growth from the both of you to learn and understand each other. And growth takes time.

It’s 4AM at the time I’m writing this, and I’m far too tired to quote the entire phone scene, so I’m going to assume you’ve read it. 

A few lines from George:

“Can...can you stay on, for a bit? Can we just talk?”

“Please, Dream.”

“I just want to hear your voice.”

A few lines from Dream:

“George.”

“Stop,” he warned. “Stop that.”

“Don’t say that.”  //  “What is wrong with you?”

“Fuck, George. Why are you doing this to me?”

The reason Dream brings this up is because it highlights a moment where their general character roles in the fic are switched. In this scenario, it highlights a moment of hypocrisy. George is desperate, and vulnerable. The phone call dialogue showcases him doing something that he knows he shouldn’t be doing. “Can we not talk about this? Can we pretend this phone call didn’t happen?”

Now, plenty of ugly nights and long weeks later, he steps closer to George in the grocery aisle as an unconcerned passerby skirts around their cart and conflict.  

I’m not sure why I like this line. It feels like a gentle reminder that in the grand scheme of things, your conflict is small. Insignificant to the rest of the world, mattering to you two and only you two. Makes everything a bit more personal, I guess.

He looms over him, wishing he could melt the bristling anger from his brown eyes, and wishing he had it in himself to be angry, too.

I relate to both sides of this. That gut-wrenching feeling of not being able to find your own anger at someone who is angry at you. The feeling of knowing that your anger is frustrating and hurting someone else, too. Either way, it feels absolutely terrible.

“You called me,” Dream recounts, even though he can tell George remembers it as vividly as he. “You talked to me.” He lets out a short, frustrated breath. “Then you got mad at me the next morning, and iced me out.”

Doing the same thing that you hated the other person for doing, and taking it out on them afterwards. Yeah.

(dakota. dream. can you pls stop calling me out through george i would really really really appreciate it thank u) /hj /lh 

“Because you let it happen,” George says, but he looks more vulnerable than before.

blame game here we go againnnnn

Dream stares down at him. “So it’s all on my shoulders,” he reiterates flatly. “It’s all my responsibility, now?” 

“Yes,” George spits, his sharpness startling them both. He meets Dream's gaze, unwavering, and recollects himself with a deep breath.

 “Yes. Because you made it your responsibility, when you sent me that text.”

George was ready to throw that blame right back into Dream’s face. When I saw that whole scene in Heat Waves, I realized how much I related to George in that particular situation. I knew it would come back, somehow. George wouldn’t be able to let something as huge as that, something that shifted the entire course of their relationship...slide so easily. Even with Dream’s eventual promise to work on himself. The whole time, I was thinking, “He’s too nice. He’s too patient,” and, “I wouldn’t be that nice. I wouldn’t be that patient. Not on the inside, at least.”

And you didn’t fail me. That final jab, although relatable- It hurt.

Now that the screens are off, the distance is gone, and the barriers are thinner than ever before, George’s flaws are becoming more transparent. We start to see other parts of his character that had only been foreshadowed in your previous work. I had no idea how Helium would unfold at the beginning, but I’m now very sure that you did not disappoint.

Seeing how you’ve evolved as a writer in both more subtle and more noticeable ways has been awesome :) I’m excited for the next chapter.

[mansions-maiden]

Helloooww againnnnn xD

Thank you so much for taking my request before (arthur mc switch place). Sooo i wanna request again if you have timeeee xD

About young mc was a mischievous kid, problem child and often got spanked by her mom back then. So i wanna request the scenario of mc suddenly become a little girl and 12 of them will dealing with her shit*y mischievous behavior xD. Kinda wanna see they got tired and traumatic to have children xD

Thank you so much before and i love you so muchhhhh ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

this was so much fun to write! and sorry it was late! I was busy with school work and the first draft got deleted. so had to rewrite it from the scratch. T-T. wrote it long as a compensation! Enjoy the reading! And second request from the same person! Love you too❤💕

word count: 2K.

The sun rose in the east and dyed the streets of 19th century France in it’s orange hue. Sebastian went to wake MC up as she didn’t wake up yet.

*rap rap* “MC! wake up! It’s morning already!” , he knocked MC bedroom’s door for sometime and yet, there was no answer from the other side. Worried, he went to comte and grabbed the spare keys to MC’s room.

He went inside and searched for mc. But when she couldn’t be found anywhere, he called for comte and Leonardo. Hearing his calls, Leo and comte immediately came running into the room, only to find a small girl child, fast asleep amidst the silky bedsheets.

The three men looked at each other before Leonardo gently picked up the girl in his arms. A crescent smile crawled on to their lips at the sight of the little girl.

Comte took the girl from Leonardo's arms and put her on his hip, wrapping an arm around her little waist.

"who is this little girl? Where did MC go?" Comte asked looking around the room.

The girl woke up from her slumber due to all voices and movements. The three men stared at her. " Hey Leo, why do I get a feeling that this little girl is MC? her eyes look the same as our mc..ow!" Comte cried in pain while speaking as MC was pulling his blonde locks of hair painfully.

Leo laughed at Comte and Sebastian quietly snickered before composing himself and spoke" M.comte, I think we should explain the situation to residents too."

"You're right Sebastian. I shall inform them. " Comte said, finally freeing his hair from MC's grip.

MC was giggling to herself loudly.

(Aand mama Comte and papa Leonardo mode have been activated )

All the residents stared at the new arrivals in the dining hall.

" Goodness Comte! When did you become father? Congratulations on becoming father of 13 members!" Arthur spoke from one end of the table with a mischievous grin.

"stop it Arthur. I am no one's father. And this little girl here is our MC. Looks like she took something that changed her into her childhood self". Comte said with a little frown as he took his seat.

"oh really!? MC is so cute! Come here little girl!" Vincent aka the gentle angel took her from Comte and sat her on the table. "Do you want bread lil doll?" Vincent asked, giving her the baguette.

MC threw the baguette on the other side of the table ( I can hear the sound of Comte's breaking heart seeing his favorite dish being thrown away XD. )

The baguette smacked Mozart's face and a disappointed sigh was heard from him ." It's only morning and I have to deal with little MC's ruckus? She already causes enough trouble in original form.." Mozart said.

"Mama! Papa! Give me chocolates!" MC went to Comte and tugged at his cloak with her little hands.

"wait! Why the hell is she calling you mama and papa!?" Theo asked with a surprised tone to which Leonardo replied with a shrug and laugh.

“sebastian? can you buy her some chocolates? “ comte asked. Sebastian immediately went into the town. 

"You're soo cute Toshiko- little mc! I want to squish you in my arms!" Dazai said as he poked her cheeks and suddenly, a shrill scream of pain escaped his mouth. " Ahh~! Why did you bite my hand !? " Dazai screamed again looking at the red bite mark appearing on his fingers.

"No one touches mc!" Mc squealed and jumped on to the floor and began running. "Catch me if you can!" Mc ran out of the dining room and disappeared into the gardens.

Arthur, Vincent and Napoleon were soon on their feet searching for mc. "Now, where did this sneaky little girl go?!" Arthur said, wiping the sweat beads on his forehead. That's when the three heard heard the adorable giggles of a child.

They saw mc, covered in mud from tip to toe and Arthur's and Theo's dogs running and playing with her.

"Gotcha!" "Ahh~ Arthur! Hehee!" Mc squealed and wriggled , trying to escape from Arthur's grasp.

"hey! W-what are you doing?!" Arthur exclaimed suddenly as he found himself getting covered in dirt by mc. " Wowee! Noe Arthur us dirty! Napoleon! Shoo him away and throw him in the bath"

"Go and freshen up Arthur. I'll take care of her" Napoleon told Arthur and sent him into the mansion.

" Napoleon! Bend down! Bend down! Gimme a piggy back ride! "

"wai- woah!!" Napoleon was surprisingly pulled down by MC by his Cape.

And that's how MC had a whole tour of mansion with Napoleon as her personal horse.

The sun rose further into the sky and soon it was afternoon. All the vampires gathered at the dining table including Shakespeare, who was invited for lunch by Vincent.

Shakespeare heard the giggles of a child. "Why doth I hear the giggles of a child in thy mansion Comte? " Shakespeare asked searching for the source of the voice.

"our MC has turned into a child Will. Those giggles are of our MC." Vincent explained what had happened from the morning.

" oh- looks like destiny has strange ways of entertaining herself.." Shakespeare murmured to no one and called out for MC.

"Shakespeare! You're here. I have some stories for you. Do you want to listen?" Mc asked running into the dining hall.

"what may those stories be little Angel?" Shakespeare asked, making her sit in the chair next to his.

" Do you know, Theo has sweet tooth secretly. He even fills his entire pancakes with sugar syrup! He dips everything he finds in sugar syrup.! And he wants Vincent  to love only him!”

"oi little Hondje ! What do you think you're blabbering about?!" Theo rose from his seat, as he stopped  eating his sugar syrup dipped pan cakes. XD .

"Vincent! Protect me from your darling brother!" MC said hiding behind Shakespeare and sticking her tongue out at Theo.

The mansion reverberated with the laughter of residents as she went on and on telling her stories , which had some of the most embarrassing stories of residents and had left residents with burning cheeks.

After lunch, Theo called little mc and took her out into the town along with his dog King. “ MC! come here! Don’t go wandering off!” Theo was having hard time catching mc and looking after his King at the same time.

“THEO! Come here! You must see this! It’s so cute!!” MC approached Theo and dragged him by his arm. Theo turned to stone as soon as he saw what had caught the sight of mc. “Theo! Theo? ...Hello..Theo!” MC shook Theo by his arm and Theo immediately looked down at her with a flustered gaze,” Why would you want to show me a cat?! You little rascal!” Theo bent down to reach mc’s height. “Oh.. Are you afraid of cats? I’m sorry! I didn’t know that.. but! OH! I gotta tell this to all the members!”

“Don’t you dare!” Theo now ran after MC as she sped off towards mansion. Her mischief kept all the residents on high alert their toes and they didn’t even realize it was evening.

When mc was roaming through the corridors, she found Leonardo fast asleep near the library doors again and  a sudden idea popped in her mind. She woke up Leonardo and gave him a glass of water. “ Leo! I thought you might be thirsty. So I brought you a glass of water!”

Unable to resist her puppy dog eyes, he took a sip of water, only to spit it out the next instant .” What did you mix in this cara mia?!”

“uh-oh! I think  I mixed the salt without my knowledge. Thank you for saving my tongue Leo!” mc said laughing and ran off into the corridors.

Sebastian was in kitchen, cooking dinner  when he felt his waistcoat being tugged. “ Hey, peasant! Bow down to the queen! “ MC posed as a queen with crown stolen taken from comte’s room. “ Your lovely highness, I’m afraid you’re not a queen yet. But the princess of this mansion does deserve a treat. Here” Sebastian told as he kept a chocolate bar in her mouth. A sweet moan escaped her mouth as the chocolate melted in her mouth. “ Yours truly is satisfied peasant! You may continue your work!” MC said as she went off, still chewing off the chocolate in her mouth.

“It looks as if looking MC is much harder than all the 11 vampires combined together..” he sighed as he murmured to himself.

after sometime:

Isaac heard a soft knock on his door and he opened it, and found little mc with her hands behind her back and mischief dancing in her eyes. “I am here to give you this” MC said with a smile as she gave him  a paper. A sour face was made by Isaac as soon as he saw the paper she gave. “What is this?! Not you too!” Isaac cried out as he saw the drawing of Isaac saying, “I love apples” and many more drawings related to apples.

“OH MC! COME HERE!” Isaac shouted as MC ran away, laughing loudly on her way. The residents heard the commotion and came outside, only to find Isaac with a flustered gaze and panting heavily. “Who told mc about apples and me?! Now even she joined in Arthur’s cult!” Isaac told everyone and everyone burst out laughing.

Comte called her into his room and sate her in the chair across him as he asked,” Cherie? Here you go , I bought this for you. “ Comte said as he gave her the new dresses and chocolates.

“ aah!! Comte! thank you so much!! You’re my mama!!” Mc squealed as she hugged comte’s knees.  She stretched out her hand and told, “mama! say aah!” comte opened his mouth and soon found out that she had given him a chocolate. He took her into his arms and sat her on his lap, kissing her nose and forehead affectionately.

After dinner:

MC was on the couch yawning  and scrunching her eyes when comte and Mozart found her. “Are you sleepy cherie? Would you like to sleep?” Comte asked, bending down. “Yes..” “ I shall play a lullaby then. Will you listen to it MC? “ . “yeah...” mc yawned again.

Mozart told comte to follow him into his music room with mc. Mozart began playing  lullaby as soft as the wind chimes in the windy night on his piano. Comte ran his fingers through the hairs of mc as he watched her fall asleep, with her head in his lap with a smile on his face. ‘could this day get any better?’ he thought to himself as continued petting her head.

After MC fell asleep, he carried her gently in  a princess carry into the hall where everyone is gathered.

“Is she asleep?” everyone looked at mc’s sleeping face with adoration as Napoleon asked. “ I can’t believe she has the nerve to sleep after keeping us on our feet the entire day.” Theo sighed .

“ I do agree..she’s such a handful kid.. But it is the most refreshing day and most adorable thing I’ve ever seen”  Arthur said, stretching his hands above his head and laughed.

“I can’t believe one of the most feared emperor  ended up becoming a personal horse for a little girl” napoleon said rubbing his still aching back and shoulders.

“Does anyone want to have a kid here in the mansion?” Sebastian asked with a curious gaze.

“No! Having mc already in her original form is enough to us. She’s just like a big grown up baby. “ Leonardo said with a smile.

“I’m so glad that everyone thinks of MC the same way” Comte said laughing.

“We all are tired today due to her. Let’s call it a day guys..” Everyone retired to their own rooms and comte put her to sleep in her room before going to his room.

Next day, mc was back in her own form with no memories of the previous day. But everyone kept their mouths sealed for they wanted to hide their smile whenever they saw her and were mesmerized by her innocence.

[dickwheelie]

Some soft Jmart cuddles but in some kind of au of your choosing? Maybe from one of those generic "fanfic au prompt" lists?

ohhh Oran u spoil me....I don’t have any of those lists on hand BUT I would like an excuse to do something for my spooky mer jon au!

EDIT: oh my god Oran I. forgot that you asked for cuddles. I wrote this whole thing and there are no cuddles in it fjkfksdf I am so sorry. I’ll make it up to you but it’s late so have this for now! I’ll do a sequel for it probably tomorrow with actual cuddles. fuck I can’t believe I missed that lmaoooo sorry againnnnn

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Martin had heard the rumors, of course. Myths. Legends. Whatever you wanted to call them. Stories of dubious legitimacy about the creature that lurked in the waters of the bay that bordered their tiny village, who was either a menace or a blessing, depending on who you asked. The woman who sold flowers at the market said it had once frightened her daughter while she was playing in a tide pool. One of the grizzled old fishermen claimed it had saved his cat from drowning. There were as many stories as there were people in the village, all who had claimed to have seen it, or at least known someone who had. No one could say exactly what it looked like, only that it had a humanoid upper half, a long, slithery fish-tail, and was horrific to look upon. The more exaggerated tales claimed that its face, if one could call it that, was enough to send even the most seasoned of sailors swimming for land.

Yes, Martin had heard the stories, but he was, as far as he could tell, the only one in the village who didn’t believe this odd creature of ambiguous morals actually existed. He was a practical man, and although he enjoyed the idea of impossible things like ghosts and fairies and mer-creatures, he knew, deep down, that none of it was real, especially not so close to the utterly ordinary, unexciting place he called home. He’d lived in the village all his life, and had never, not once, caught so much as a splash of the thing’s tail.

Until now.

He had been out on the bay on his sailboat all afternoon, trying to muster up the inspiration for a poem or two. The sun had begun to set, and, with no more ideas in his head than when he’d left, Martin had started to head back to shore.

That was when he had spotted it: barely visible in the dappled light of the sunset on the water, a dark shape was moving just under the surface. It wasn’t the shape of an ordinary fish, or even a dolphin, and Martin had leaned over the side of the boat to try to get a better look.

He was almost smacked in the face by another figure rising up out of the water, splashing water all over Martin and sending him falling backwards into the boat, flailing in surprise. The figure had grabbed the side of the boat and pulled itself up, leaning over Martin as he stared up at it, dumbfounded, and rethinking everything he knew about stories of dubious legitimacy.

In the warm light of the sunset, the creature was clearly visible. Its skin was dark grey, not quite black, paler around the gills which frilled out around its neck and sides. Its torso was, indeed, humanoid, with two appendages that certainly looked like arms, ending with webbed, clawed hands. Martin couldn’t see its tail from where he was lying, but he imagined it must have been eel-like, for the creature’s face reminded him of an eel. Two huge eyes were set in its face, clearly meant for seeing in the dark of the sea floor, and a wide mouth with innumerable, close-set, needle-point teeth gaped down at him. Apparently, this was what had sent sailors fleeing in terror. Martin was honestly a little disappointed. He was well-versed in marine wildlife (or at least, he’d thought he was), and he thought it looked more cute than scary.

The creature stared down at him, as though waiting for him to do something. It certainly seemed intelligent enough; maybe he could try talking to it. Martin cleared his throat. “Um. Hello.” He managed a little wave.

The creature’s eyes darted to his hand as it moved, then back to his face. It cocked its head, then did something utterly amazing, and answered him. “Why are you not running away,” it said. Its voice was . . . properly British, actually. It spoke with a solid southern accent, the sound a bit muffled and strangely deep, but apparently this creature didn’t need to use lips or teeth to enunciate.

Martin could think of nothing else to do but answer its question. “I . . . can’t really run anywhere,” he said, gesturing at his tiny, stationary sailboat. Once again, the creature’s eyes tracked the movements of his hands meticulously. “You, uh, sort of caught me by surprise.”

“Oh,” said the creature, its voice almost sounding sheepish. It drummed its webbed hands on the edge of the boat, in a surprisingly human-like manner. “Right. Yes. That . . . makes sense.” Its throat moved as it talked, and Martin supposed that must be where its clipped, precise voice was coming from.

“Why would I want to run?” Martin asked.

“Because you’re scared of me,” the creature said, rather unconvincingly.

“Am I?”

“You . . . you should be,” it said, drawing itself up slightly, which made the sailboat rock precariously, so it caught itself and stopped. “Um. I could hurt you. Kill you, even.”

Martin supposed that, yes, this creature was capable of killing him. Though it certainly didn’t seem like it wanted to, and none of the stories he’d heard about it had involved murder. It had even saved a cat once, apparently. Besides, he thought, there were plenty of humans capable of killing Martin just as easily, if they really wanted to. “Are you? Going to kill me?”

“Uh.” The creature lowered itself slightly, so its head was barely visible above the edge of the boat. Martin shifted upwards into a sitting position to see it better, and spotted a dark, rapidly undulating shape in the water, which must have been the creature’s tail. “Well. Er. Not now.”

“Should I leave and come back later?” Martin said, mostly for his own amusement. He didn’t expect the creature to understand the joke.

But it surprised him once again by laughing. Or at least, it sounded like a laugh, and the creature immediately put its hand over its throat, as though to stifle the sound.

Martin couldn’t help but smile at it. “Is that how you talk?” he couldn’t stop himself from asking. “With your--?” He gestured at his own throat.

The creature stared at him, even more wide-eyed than it usually was. “Um. Yes. I believe humans also have a voicebox, don’t they?”

“Yeah,” Martin said, “but ours doesn’t articulate sound the way yours does.” He grinned. “That’s so cool.”

“Oh,” said the creature, and it lowered itself even further into the water. “I, um. Thank you?”

Martin leaned forward to rest his elbows on the edge of the boat, so the two of them were now face-to-face. This close, he could see intricate little patterns in the creature’s skin, dotted across its cheek and around its neck. Not quite freckles, but something like them. Then the creature shifted, and the dimming light of the sunset caught them, turning them iridescent. The light caught its huge eyes as well, revealing that they weren’t just black pupils surrounded by a thin circle of white, but that there was an iris, colored such a dark brown it was almost black. “Wow,” Martin said, unthinkingly. “You’re beautiful.”

The creature’s claws scraped the edge of the boat as it clenched its webbed hands around it. Martin saw its tail thrash just under the water. “I--um--I have to go,” it said, and launched itself off of the boat and back into the water with a splash.

Martin barely had the chance to feel disappointed before its head popped up again, bobbing just above the waves a few meters from the boat. “Um,” it said, “I wanted to ask, before I go--just in case I want to find you again to kill you later--what’s your name?”

“Martin,” said Martin, smiling.

“Martin,” the creature repeated, and coming out of that voicebox it sounded lovely. It paused a moment, just staring at him with those huge, pretty eyes, and then said, “Jon,” before slipping back underneath the waves.

Martin had heard plenty of stories about the strange, terrifying creature that lived in the bay that bordered his village, and he was fully willing to believe them, now. However there were none, in his opinion, that measured up to the real thing.

[samnyangie]

Asked by @scarletblakeney thank you💕💕💕 sorry btw I forgot to mention it should be sent to my inbox haha

I guess this is ✨

What is your favourite medium?

I think I love pretty much all mediums, I don’t use some of them bc I don’t really know how but I have a long attached affection to watercolours they never gets old and quite plain but pencils too they’re just my number one buddies lol

Though recently I got into dipping pens, they’re so satisfyingggg tho I’m not adjusted to it completely haha

These are the examples, haha some of them you can see it smudged out but ngl I do love them but that big blob in the middle one isn’t what I wanted lol

How many languages do you speak?

I’m bilingual, Korean as my mother tongue and English as my second language. So In my English you’ll see some errors lol especially because I get rushed when I write so I tend to leave out words unconsciously lol I learned a little bit of Japanese for some reason but I have forgotten all of it so quite useless of me haha

Andddd do you play video games?

Well in short answer: no:( because I’m not good at themmmm but don’t have any gadgets also. However, I love watching someone play! When I was young I used to binge watch game plays on YouTube, RPG games like Ib, witch’s house and the forest of drizzling rain were my absolute favourites<33 well these days I do really watch them but instead I watch story summary of the games I’m interested in or as background noise.

Okay this is all! Thank you againnnnn and also for the questions<3333

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 29.10.20 lb

dadi getting a lil too intrusive in her confidence in vansh's ability to pyaar, just coz he got his wife’s wrist size right.

appropriate response.

idhar chachi lamenting ki ohnoe i think vansh really loves riddhima now.

yet again, an appropriate response.

but for wrong reason. coz this one's like, look at all the great love stories. the truer the love, the more bitter the ending.

mummy like ughhhh but these two seem annoyingly indestructibleeeee.

aryan is pretty chill. he's like we shall try try againnnnn, mom. till when will she escape and he keep saving her??? at one point or the other he'll be late by 5 min. that day, we'll get her.

time for riddhima to get an angre of her own, methinks.

meanwhile someone's fucking with the mehendi. ofc.

lo. adulterated mehendi has been delivered to correctttttttttttt victim itself. even though there's no name or anything written on the trays.

she's SOOOOOO excited to put mehendi that she's not eaten all day and telling dadi she'll eat after the mehendi is dry. her cheerfulness is annoying me. who would be this happy about a hetero relationship with a man????? wouldn’t be me.

husband has noted the point ki karwa chauth vrat seems to have started a day early.

black string on chachi's shoulder, same as from mehendi-fucker-upper ka blanket thingy. i mean..... i think it's a red herring, coz she and aryan were bitching when the mehendi was being tampered with, but who knows with the timeline of this show anymore.

the stupidest thing here is that only the open mehendi has been fucked with. i wouldn't use that in the first place and just use the cone for sheer convenience and less mess. also KNOWING that everyone in this house wants to kill me???? why the fuckkkk would you use the one in the open container????

ainvayi mein these three are glaring at her. imagine letting someone this stupid live rent-free in your head all day. be better, queens.

hubs is here with khaaana.

dadi has to taang adaaofy some more and force him to feed her. honestly, iss dadi ko bohut zyaada utaavli chadhi hai. calm your tits, woman.

not to nitpick on a nice thing being done, but that dal to rice ratio seems waaaaaaaaay off.

also gross, she eats like a baby. truly incompetent in every single way.

sir what is your face?????? but also yes, simp more for your wifeee!!!!!

ew dal waale haath se hi baal bhi sawaar raha hai.

GODDDDDD, GET A FUCKING ROOM BEFORE DADI POPS IN BETWEEN YOU TWO LIKE

yup. she had to say some nonsense in between and make me die of cringe. i'm fwding the scene coz i realllllly can't handle the second hand embarrassment.

if my cat stepped in mehendi and walked all over my palms, it would look better than this.

DADI IS LITERALLY KILLING HER POTA BY EMBARRASSING HIM TO DEATH. PLS WOMAN, STOP. I CAN'T HANDLE IT.

ishani and mummy being eternal mood.

itch itch itch itch itch.

sensible dude is like just wash it the fuck off you idiot, and she's like noooooooooooooo but the rang!!!!

“tumhe lagta hai mehendi zyaada der tak rakhne se rang gaadha hota hai, ya phir pati ke chaahne se?”

“dono hi samajh lo.”

gotta say, i like flirty riddhima. it's the only time she uses her brain a lil and is tolerable. BUT OH GOD JUST GO WASH YOUR HANDS YOU DUMBASS.

thank god, he insisted and sent her off.

these two's issues i really dgaf about anymore, so fwding. like........ i think angre needs to back the fuck off a little bit. har waqt uske mooh mein ghuske yeh pati waala drama karoge toh kisi ko bhi gussa aana hai.

wonderful. aur rakho itchy mehendi haath pe.

husband ready to burn down mehendi waale ppl's house. totes appropriate reaction.

she's like oh no idc about my sore, bleeding hands, i just feel so bad for dadi. omfg dumbass just get a brown sketch pen from somewhereeee. like the old bat would be able to tell the difference. 

“mehendi ka rang aur pati ka pyaar, inn dono mein koi connection nahi hai.”

ex-fucking-actly. i gots no pati and my mehendi comes out DARK AF, every single time. it has to do with body heat more than anything. and since i am a human furnace, i don't need no pati ka pyaar. not only in this area, but in alllllll areas of my life. #aatmanirbhar

“yeh mehendi ka rang humaare rishte ka certificate nahi ban sakta hai; lekin agar tumhe aisa lagta hai, toh mere paas ek solution hai.”

sweet.

ugh i don't caaaaaaaaare about these family waale and their neverending tippaniyaan on these two's marriage. fwding.

anyway pati is here to tell everyone to stfu and gtfo, thank god.

ofc that gets these 3 to turn on laser glare eyes and vow hellfire and brimstone on riddhima.

ishani was mehendi culprit?

here some more bitching and theories ki riddhima ne itna dimaag chalaana kabse shuru kar diya, uski neeyat kyun badal gayi about giving kabir the memory card, blah blah. i'm just here to stare at kabir in all black.

hein? mummy ALSO has the black kambhal???? did alllllll of you bitches add your own own poisons to the mehendi???

oh?????????????????

can't say i wouldn't do the same.

lol she's straight up calling him out for being an asshole when awake.

and now she's imitating him and maarofying all his dialogues, including the "interestingggggggggg.... veryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy interesting." again, this episode is perhaps the firsttttttttt time i've liked riddhima as a character.

ASLKJDLASDLKASJDLKJASLKDJLASKJDLSAJLKDJL I LEGIT SCREAMED

and he's back to growling at her. but good for her, she doesn’t seem intimidated at all.

but april fool! he likes it!

“ek baat boloon?”

“haan bolo.”

“kabhi tumhe aise muskuraate hue nahi dekha. aadat daal lo, achche lagte ho.”

“tum bhi aadat daal lo. mujhe yeh aise achcha lagta hai.”

OH GOD SHE'S GONNA RUIN THE MOMENT BY TELLING HIM ABOUT KABIR. OH GOD. OHHHHHHH GOD. IDK IF IT'S MY PERIOD CRAMPS OR SHEER TERROR, BUT MUMMMMY, MY STOMACH HURTSSSSSSS.

ok phew, she didn't say the R(agini) word. she just says that like you had a story in your past, i have one too....

andddddddd he told her he doesn't care. it's her past. it's done. he only cares about living with her in the present. well dang. such a reasonable response? from this dude???? unexpected.

but also, He Knows right????? He fully Knows already.

is the person writing their scenes on some special drug these days? whatever it is, they should keep doing it. remarkable improvement in romantic scenes. like, crazy amazing improvement.

is it that, or have i developed stockholm syndrome for this show now??????? oh fuck.

early morning sargi blah blah.

ishani like i don't even got no saas, why i gotta be here for thissssss?????

riddhima as usual has to be overrrrrrrrr, and has prepared sargi for ishani and hands it over.

OH GOD DADI IS TELLING HER TO TOUCH RIDDHIMA'S FEET OH GOD DADI WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS YOU JUST WANNA SEE THIS MANSION BURNNNNNN, DON'T YOU

ofc there are promises of soooooot-samedh badla.

aaaaaaaaand mummy purposely messed up riddhima's sargi. ouff. saas bahu politics. idccccccc.

lmaooooooooo i am ishani. i can't help it, i just really am her.

wait mummy is saying shit like “mere bete ka dil todkar, vansh ke liye karwachauth ka vrat rakhne chali hai.........” ARE YOU TELLING ME KABIR REALLY FELL FOR THIS CHICK??????????? IT ISN'T JUST A EGO THING FOR HIM??????? RE DEVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

[kissryuwuji]

ok so i have no clue how to send the song things like you did so i’m just going to tell you some of the songs i’ve been listening to, uh but it is not as upbeat as your stuff give us a little love —fallulah i can’t handle change —roar you know it —colony house replay —lady gaga feel something —bea miller take a walk —passion pit daddy issues —the neighbourhood crush —tessa violet play with fire —sam tinnesz DREAMERS is also vv good too imo, then all the other songs on my tag game are good! ily

Lee!!! Ehrjfuucifirejdjjxicjjcirjjejwjsnndnckgiriieiwjenndjfirr thats how long it took me to calm down LOL also for inserting music into the ask, u gotta update the app which i admit is a pretty damn cool feature but adding tags is sTILL WONKERS alsO ALSo its ok i listen to a lot of depressing sounding music anyway lmao

Ok i love the instrumental and tempo on this and i wrote a whole paragraph abt this but it did not save in my drafts 🤡 i love her voice and the song!!!

First off i relate to this title and its lyrics LOL love the instrumental build up and reminds me a bit of hippo campus's newer songs (and some other band too buT IDR WHICH) so yeah id hum along to this when im drawing bc its just such a nice song man idk i feel like u just get me

COLONY HOUSE!!!! I recognize them uh ok as u can see im that person who will b like i listen to this band but really only know one of their songs LOL i love their song silhouette so yeah i love this too ofc

Replay

Omg lady gaga 😳 i havent listened to her since idk telephone i forgot how good her music is omg i couldnt stop smiling listenibg tk this bc of the sheer thought of it being lady gaga LANDNXJFB def sharing this w my sis so we can jam to it in the car

This song did in fact make me feel smth 🤧 u just reminded me of like how good female artists are like ive been deprived of their works anyway idk how to describe it but im obviously listening to this again LOL

aGAINNNNN the instrumental !!! His singing is good too i just like it im adding this to my car playlist (haha get it im not gonna explain bc i tried and it sounded dumb)

I admit this is the second song ive heard from the neighborhood besides sweater weather LOL i do be liking this tho 😳 the beat and tempo are so nice

Omg this song,,,,so cute,,,, could not stop bopping my head to it no words needed but ok this brought me back to pre teen yrs LOL

Whoa this gave me imagine dragon vibes i love this and the back up vocals but also why does it feel like u took a peak into my 6th grade plalist omg

DREAMERS DJDJFJCJR I LOVE THEM TOO my fav songs r die happy and fake it til u make it and teddy bear and thats what i can think of rn LOL

Ok i noticed the reviews were getting shorter but i didnt want to repeat but just know i added all these songs to my playlists and i love them 😌 omg also i love that u sent songs uve been recently listening to bc the songs i sent were also songs ive recently listening to too (except careless whispers) LMAO might send u my fav throwback songs tho

[legolaslovely]

Call Me Jim

A/N: Some Jim Hawkins Deano loveliness for you! Here we go, just me rewriting scenes againnnnn hahaaaaa This is truly disgusting fluff and really just a snippet I came up with, maybe someday I’ll write more but I’m posting this anyway because it makes me warm and fuzzyyyyyyy Hope you guys enjoy and get a chance to see this movie. I literally watch it for Deano only lol

Pairing: Jim x Reader

Word Count: 2,283

Warnings: SPOILERS For Return to Treasure Island!- kind of. not really, but gonna say it just to be safe, Violence, character injury, blood, fluff, angst, ends in yummy tooth decaying fluff

Summary: Jim saves (Y/N)’s life in America and is forced to bring her aboard The Eagle as he and his crew run from pirates. They are herded straight into the jaws of Treasure Island and Jim isn’t sure he can escape with his life a second time.

(Y/N) toed through the soft, sandy dirt in search of Captain Hawkins. After days of battling and hunting on Treasure Island, it was striking how quiet the land was in this moment. The only sound that reached her ears was the waves crashing on the beach far below the cliff. She crept from tree to tree, hiding from all on the island except the blond sea captain.

(Y/N) had been separated from Captain Hawkins and his crew before the sun rose. The group was awakened by rushing and plundering pirates and the captain sent her into a cave to assure her safety but had yet to return for her. (Y/N) decided to take matters into her own hands and search for Captain Hawkins herself, rather than risk being found by the nasty pirates or worse, being left behind and stranded on the island. Would the captain really forget her? She didn’t know, but she wasn’t going to wait and find out.

She carried on, sneaking through the tall grass, but always keeping the shore in her line of sight. Then rustling of footsteps other than her own whispered in her ear. She froze. “Captain Hawkins?” Nothing.

Then she was answered by an ear ringing shot followed by a cry she’d recognize anywhere. “Jim.” Thoughts of her own safety flew out of her mind and she raced through the salty meadow toward the sound. She stumbled over her own feet when she saw him writhing on the ground in pain. He’d been shot.

“Jim!” She cried, dashing to his side.

“(Y/N), I thought I left you in the cave. Get out of here,” he said, his blue eyes flashing to her before they closed tight in his pain.

“We all should have remained in that cave. Then none of this would’ve happened.” Her stomach flipped when she saw the wound in his leg. How would they escape now? Even if they managed it, would Captain Hawkins even survive the trek to America? She pulled his shoulders into her lap and cradled his head, wincing at his grunts of pain. “Who’s done this?”

“The same man who stole my ship,” he ground out. “Why did you leave the cave?”

(Y/N) pulled the scarf from her shoulders and tied it tightly around his thigh above the wound- a trick she’d learned from her father. Then her bloody fingers raked through his messy blond curls, pulling them away from his sweat soaked forehead. “I thought you’d forgotten about me. I thought something happened to you.” She shook her head. Words were falling from her mouth quicker than her brain could filter them. She sounded like a fool.

“Forget about you? Of course not. Do you really think I’d leave you here?” He twisted to look at her and sucked in a sharp breath at the pain the movement brought.

“Stop it. Don’t move. Can you stand? Where is your crew?” She adjusted the buttons on his tunic as she rambled, desperate for an answer to their problem. Then she heard him laughing at her. “What is it?”

“First you tell me not to move, then you tell me to stand,” he said. A painful grin pulled at his lips.

She glared at him. “Where is your crew?” Hot blood had run into her skirts and left abstract blotches of red. When the captain didn’t answer her, she looked to him in panic, watching his eyes flutter and roll closed. “Jim. Look at me.” His cheek burned her cold fingers. “Jim. Please.”

His head lolled in her lap. “Tom and the rest of the crew are fighting for our ship. They’re- they’re on the shore.”

“You came here alone?” she asked.

“Yes, he did.”

(Y/N) looked up and felt tears of relief pulling at her throat. She’d never been so happy to see a familiar, kind and trusted face. “Mr. Savage!”

“You,” Captain Hawkins growled.

(Y/N) hushed him. “No, Jim. I know him. He’s a friend of my father’s. He’ll help us.” She looked back to Mr. Savage standing above her with a toothy smile across his face. “Please, Mr. Savage, please help him. He’s been shot-”

“I know,” Mr. Savage said, unmoving.

She waited for him to rush into action, but he seemed frozen. “He-he needs help. He’s losing blood, if you’ll help me take him to the shore-”

“Captain Hawkins is exactly where I want him,” Mr. Savage said.

(Y/N) looked to the pain filled captain in her arms. She distantly heard fire and canons booming from the shore below. The crew of The Eagle were fighting against the pirates… weren’t they? She stared at Mr. Savage’s spotless boots. “You know Captain Hawkins?”

“Oh, yes. For a long time now. Since I stole the first ship of his fleet.”

“The Hawk,” Captain Hawkins spat.

(Y/N) shifted, tightening her grip on the captain’s shoulders. “I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t,” Mr. Savage said. “Care to explain, Captain?”

Hawkins stirred in his disgust as if his adrenaline renewed him. He spoke to (Y/N) without taking his eyes off the man in front of him. “Mr. Savage has stolen my entire fleet, one ship at a time, in the name of the King. He’s ruined my name as a merchant.”

“But the pirates-” (Y/N) began.

“There are no pirates, my dear,” Mr. Savage said. “Just me and my men. I’ve single handedly ended your career, Captain Hawkins. And now, I’m going to end your life.” He pulled a dagger from his belt. The long, sharpened blade glistened in the hot sunlight as he twirled it in his fingers.

(Y/N) drew the captain’s tunic in her fists, feeling panic rise and throb in her chest. “Why?”

“Because I can,” Mr. Savage chuckled. “And no one runs from The SeaWolf and escapes.” He lunged toward the pair on the ground, entertained by the captain’s pleading for (Y/N) to run and leave him behind.

“No,” (Y/N) said, lowly. She reached across the chest in her lap and tugged Captain Hawkins’ pistol from his belt. She aimed it at Mr. Savage, leaving him frozen before her.

“(Y/N), my dear, you won’t kill me,” he said.

“Drop your weapon on the ground,” she said. Both men were impressed by her steady voice and hand.

Mr. Savage chuckled, not bothering to hide his amusement and doubt. “You don’t even know how to use that.”

She seamlessly cocked the pistol with her thumb. “You’re forgetting I am my father’s daughter. Put your weapon down or I will shoot. And I will not miss, Mr. Savage.”

The man’s eyes narrowed, leaving slits of colored irises below heavy brows. His grip tightened on the dagger, but he moved no further. (Y/N) was so focused on this threat that she forgot about the man in her lap until he spoke.

“(Y/N), don’t. He’s not worth staining your hands with blood.”

“I won’t allow him to hurt you,” she said, looking down the barrel of the pistol and straight into the traitor’s face.

“And I won’t let you kill a man in my honor. Put the gun-p-put the gun down.” He voice was fading and his shoulders relaxed and slumped against her legs. (Y/N) refused to look at him or let her tears gather in her eyes. She would not let Mr. Savage get away with this.

“Listen to your lover, (Y/N),” Mr. Savage sang.

“Be quiet,” she said.

“Well, that’s what he is, isn’t he? Your beloved Jim? That’s why you’re doing this, because you love him, right? Oh, and now he’s dying. Look at him, (Y/N).”

“Stop it!” The pistol started to shake in her fingers. Mr. Savage took this chance, hoping her vision and her thoughts were clouded with enough emotion, and he charged them. A cry escaped (Y/N) as a shot rang out, sending Mr. Savage backwards and thumping on the ground. Blood oozed from his chest that no longer held any breath. She stared at the pistol’s trigger that she hadn’t pulled.

“It’s okay, (Y/N). You’re safe now. Give me the gun.”

(Y/N) turned to barely see Tom through her watery eyes. She allowed him to take the pistol, but kept her hand held in the air until he himself pushed it down to her lap. Then she looked to poor, tortured, powerless Jim under her fingertips. “Help him,” she said to Tom.

“We will. Come with us. That’s it.”

They kept Captain Hawkins below deck in the captain’s quarters as they sailed to America. Tom said he would have wanted to get off Treasure Island the instant it was possible and return to his true home in the Carolinas. (Y/N) remained by the captain’s side every moment she could, leaving Patch to scare off the rats under the deck. She nibbled on bread and hummed to herself, but really, she spent the hours alone with the captain, watching his chest rise and fall with slow, even breaths. Every so often, she’d smooth his messy hair or run her finger over the deep dimple in his chin, thinking about what Mr. Savage had said before he was killed by Tom.

Heavy footsteps sent her hands to herself. Tom appeared, ducking his head under the low doorway. “Any change, Miss (Y/N)?”

“None.” Her gaze returned to the resting captain. “Do you think he’ll be all right? He’s lost a lot of blood.”

“If I know Captain Hawkins, he’ll pull through. He won’t let anyone else take command of his ship for too long.”

(Y/N) chuckled, smiling for the first time in what felt like years. The past few days of running from pirates- Mr. Savage’s pirates- had felt like a dream. She wanted to wake up with the snap of her fingers and see that Captain Hawkins was perfectly fine and return home. But it wasn’t that simple.

Tom tipped his hat to her and promised to check in again soon. “The young captain will be all right, (Y/N),” he said before he left her.

“Yes, you’ll be all right, my love,” she said, sitting beside him once more. Her fingers brushed over his cheekbone and she sighed. “Right Patch?” she said to the staring pup at her feet. “He’ll return to his arrogant self, giving us commands and we’ll wish him asleep again, hm?” She stroked the dog’s head as her other hand fell to envelope the captain’s. She barely felt her fingers being squeezed.

“That’s not a very kind thing to say to a man on his death bed,” Captain Hawkins said.

“Jim! Captain Hawkins. Are you-you’re all right? You’re awake! I’ll fetch Tom,” she stood, but he pulled her hand back down to him.

“Sit, (Y/N). And please, call me Jim. Or ‘love,’ if you’re so inclined.” A smirk shone on his face while (Y/N)’s burned red.

“No, I-no. That was- you weren’t meant to… This is not you’re death bed. Tom and Jenkins agree you’ll be perfectly fine after a few days of rest. What are you doing? Lie down.” Her hands flew to his chest as he worked to sit up in the cot. He winced and grunted, leaning on his strong arms until his back could slope against the wall. “You need to rest. Lie back down, Captain Hawkins.”

“Jim.”

She sighed and adjusted the blanket over him. “Jim.”

He took her hands in his. “Now, (Y/N), I am still in a bit of pain-”

“I’ll fetch something for you, then,” she said, moving to leave for Jenkins and his satchel of medicines.

“No. What I mean is, since I’m in this condition for a while, you’ll have to meet me halfway,” he said, allowing his thumb to move over the back of her knuckles. Her skin was soft in his well worked hand.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

His hand lifted to her jaw. “I’m trying to kiss you, (Y/N). Come here.”

She floated from her chair to sit on the side of the cot, giving him leave to kiss her lips. His were softer than she thought they’d be, as was his touch as his hands cupped her face. He drew away from her, only to rest his forehead against hers, breathing the same air for a long moment. Then he sat back against the wall, wincing at the pain in his leg. He held her hand tight, smiling at her before his face fell.

“(Y/N),” he began, “My career has been ruined. Most of my fleet has been stolen and demolished. I live in a growing country, far from anyone I know. And I may be looked at as a rebel of the king from this day forward, but I would be honored if you would join me in America a-and marry me. You would live with me, and Patch, of course, and I will do everything I can to make you happy.” He paused as the sea gulls squawked and the men above deck did the same. The waves roared against the wooden walls but the ship held steady, as did Jim with his proposal. “I can’t promise you wealth, but I can promise you love, trust and care. You are more important to me than any fortune or ship. I love you (Y/N).” He stared at her, showing his fear for the first time since she’d met him. “What-what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to kiss you, Jim. Come here.” They barely managed their kiss, their grins were too wide. “Yes, I’ll marry you, my love.”

Patch barked and leapt on the cot as Jim held (Y/N) tight and knitted their lips together in more sweet kisses. Again, he’d survived Treasure Island, and this time he’d escaped with the richest treasure of all.

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