#and for once he goes against his crew to do something that i actually agree with

[cronagorgonzola]

Ok so Star Trek: Enterprise really seemed to be improving in season 3 ever since they abandoned the shapeshifting lizard people as the series villain and stopped trying to put T'pol and Archer together but then we came across an episode last night that baffled us so thoroughly we stayed up for an extra hour just yelling into the void about it

So, Enterprise comes across this destroyed insectoid ship. The crew are dead and most systems are down and they dont know why. And then on the ship they find a hatchery of insectoid eggs. Babies. It's the most fortified section of the ship and the only section that still has life support.

Turns out, the crew cut power to their own life support in order to keep the hatchery running. They sacrificed themselves to save these babies. Phlox analyzes their anatomy and learns that they reproduce asexually, concludes there is likely a hatchery like this on every insectoid ship. So now we know two things: these children were loved, and the crew of this ship was not especially negligent for having them onboard, because this is a normal practice for their people.

Archer says "we gotta save these babies." The crew is skeptical, because saving the babies would take a lot of resources and put Enterprise in danger. For once i agree with Archer - they gotta save the babies. He makes a lot of really good arguments, like "we have a chance to show the Xindi that we're not the monsters they think we are," and "if this was a nursery of primate babies, you wouldnt think twice about saving them." That good Star Trek shit. No one actually directly refutes this argument, they just say they dont want to save the babies.

The whole episode goes on like this, with Archer fervently trying to save these babies while the rest of the crew stands around saying "idk i think the captain's going crazy." T'pol refuses a direct order to help with saving the babies, so Archer relieves her of command. This is seen as evidence that Archer is going crazy. Another insectoid ship shows up, and Reed blows them out of the sky without even attempting to communicate, so Archer relieves him of command as well. This is further evidence that Archer is going crazy.

Then the senior staff fucking mutinies. They say, "captain, youve taken this whole 'save these babies' thing too far, let us kill the babies." The babies have started to hatch and Archer is getting weird with it. They drag him off to sick bay and scan his brain - turns out, he was infected with some kind of alien pheromone that gave him an irresistable urge to protect these babies. He was not, in fact, following a moral code that compelled him to protect innocent life, or trying to set a good example for humanity as they join the interstellar community. He was just crazy all along! No attempt is made to refute the (very good) arguments he made in favor of saving the babies, the viewers are just meant to accept the premise that saving the babies isnt worth it actually, because it would take a lot of resources. Archer even says "yeah if i was normal i wouldve just let the babies die" and leaves it at that - no slow zoom in on his face as he realizes what that means about him, no speech about how humanity needs to outgrow old prejudices to see the sanctity of diverse life, the episode just leaves off on "those babies were creepy it wouldve been fine to kill them."

But the episode still makes a point to tell the viewer that the babies will survive, because the writers understand that when you put a bunch of babies in danger, people will naturally worry for their safety. Not the crew, though. It's super fine and normal that they were totally willing to let those babies die, the captain was definitely the crazy one for trying to save them.

[peekawoocc]

LAW X READER

P.s. ok, so I wrote this within the span of a day, so if there's any mistakes, I apologize. As I mentioned in the first part, this loosely goes along with the actual chronological events of the Wano season of One Piece. If I missed any important details, I'm sorry. I'll probably do one or two more parts. The last part will probably take a while because I'm still watching Wano.

CW: Smut, Oral sex (reader recieving), yes we get cockblocked yet again my dudes.

Cockblocked in Wano Pt.3

You followed after Law once he walked out due to his fight with Shinobu. You knew he and his crew never ratted the Samurai out. To be completely honest, you were just as mad as Law, which seemed impossible considered the sour look he had.

How could Shinobu have accused the Heart Pirates of such betrayal? How could she say anything bad about them when they had Bepo? You would've killed for Bepo. He was a whole reason on his own for why you could no longer stand there and listen to her accusations.

As you were lost in your thoughts, you were suddenly brought back to real time as you accidentally walked into Law's back. Somehow you were at the Polar Tang.

"If you'd rather go back and be with your crew, I completely understand," Law said carefully.

"Oh, i-its fine. I don't think I could handle being near Shinobu anyway, not after that. Now's not the time to be pointing fingers,"

"I completely agree y/n. I'm not stranger to being accused of being the bad guy, I'm a pirate after all. Oh well," Law said with a hint of appreciation in his voice. He could tell you were on his side. Always loyal and kind.

You followed Law as he entered the submarine. It was quiet. Perhaps too quiet. But how could you possibly know? This was your first time in the Heart Pirates home base.

Law walked towards one door way and then turned to look at you.

"Stay here for a moment,"

"Okay,"

Law looked around the shared quarters belonging to his crew. He saw a few faces and noticed they were all sleeping. No hints of danger.

Law exhaled a sigh of relief as he turned back to fetch you.

"It seems everyone's getting some rest, follow me,".

And you did just that.

Not sure where he was leading you, you felt yourself get nervous with anticipation. You knew you could trust him, that's not what worried you. What worried you was the idea of being completely alone with Law. No interruptions. No more having to worry about being walked in on like this morning. However, you two had already gotten into some fun once already. Maybe it could happen again. Your heart fluttered at the thought.

"These are my quarters,"

"O-oh?"

"Maybe we should try to get some rest too. I wasn't expecting to be woken up so suddenly this morning,'

"Yeah, sorry about that,"

"No need to apologize. Hell, I should be thanking you if anything,"

"What, why?"

"I can't tell you the last time I slept for hours like that without waking up 3-4 times from nightmares. It was strange, but it was really nice. And I think its because of you,".

He opened the door to his bedroom, smiling as he did. You felt yourself blush at his kind words.

You took a good look around his room. It was well kept and clean. There was a desk next to a bookcase in one corner, filled to the brim with folders, books, and various documents. Everything from medical books to comics. On the opposite side of his room was a bed. You were surprised to see how big it was. You were expecting something smaller due to Laws lanky, skinny figure, but it made sense. His legs are so long and he must toss and turn a lot if he has trouble sleeping, must need room to sprawl out.

"Mind helping me sleep again?" Law asked without looking at you, he was blushing slightly.

"Sure!"

You felt yourself flush slightly, you felt like you sounded too eager to cuddle with the black cat-like man.

But he didn't acknowledge it. He put Kikoku against the wall and his hat on his desk before making his way to the bed. He watched you make your way towards him and generously held the blanket up for you to snuggle next to him. You prompted yourself up slightly as you laid down, pushing Laws shoulders down and pulling him in front of you.

Before he could ask what you were doing, you answered his thoughts.

"Lay your head on my chest,".

This caused Law to glance down at your breasts as he gulped audibly. How cute, you thought, as you saw him get flustered. As you watched his expression, you felt some boldness due to the sight of how weak your body made him. You giggled and before he could look back up to your eyes, you grabbed the back of his scalp and pushed his face down into your breasts. You heard him gasp into your chest and began giggling more.

As you did, not paying much attention to the man suffocating into you, Law slowly lifted his gaze to your face as he gently bit your displayed cleavage.

"Ouch, what was that for?" you asked, giggling calming down.

"Clearly you're not tired enough for a nap, maybe I should help tire you out," he smirked, and dove back down to suck on your exposed skin. Your giggling was replaced by sucking in your breath as you felt his lips on you. Law began trailing down to your right nipple, dragging his tounge towards it as he pulled your his kimono to the side, opening your body to him more.

He gently sucked on your nipple, and brought his right hand over your unattended tit.

You let out a shaky low moan. Not even loud enough to be considered a whisper.

"L-Law? W-what are you aah~, d-doing?"

He let out a low chuckle, almost growling as he spoke.

"Following through on my promise, I meant what I said,".

He winked at you before diving back down on you, slowly kissing his way lower and lower until he was completely covered by the blanket. Conventially, your legs were already spread for him to hold his body in between. He stopped his trail of kisses and pressed his open mouth to your left hip, sucking in your flesh in between his teeth as he bites you. The bite is gentle at first, but it becomes stronger, earning him a gasp from you. He chuckles again as he makes his way lower. Slowly he places wet open mouth kisses on your inner thighs.

"L-Law!" you whimper, desperately needing to feel him on your core.

He began biting at your thighs, but suddenly stopped.

"Law?" you asked, curious as to why he pulled away.

Suddenly the blanket was gone, and Law had a hungry, devilish smirk on his face.

"I want you to watch me turn you into a mess," he spoke calmly.

Before you could respond, he started devouring you. Pulling moans out of you as your head falls back.

He started sucking lightly on your clit, just enough to make you crave more of him. As you bucked your hips to encourage him, he didnt seem to get the memo.

Letting out a groan of frustration for not getting what you wanted, you looked down at the hungry man between your thighs. You were met with a gaze that seemed to have already been staring at you.

Law smirked. "Bout time you looked at me. Watch me and I'll give you what you need," he said as he began to pick up the pace.

It was exactly the kind of pace and pressure you needed. You started to feel the coil in you getting closer and closer to snapping. Then he added 2 of his beautiful fingers into your entrance making his way to your sweet spot as he lapped and sucked on your clit. It didn't take much after that to make your vision go white as you rode out your orgasm.

After you came back down to reality, you panted as you looked back down at Law. He was licking his fingers, swallowing down your essence. If he didn't give off black cat energy before, he definitely resembled the actual thing with how he licked his hand. It was cute.

"Thank you, that felt amazing,"

"Too soon to thank me, sweetness. I've got more in store for you,"

"Oh really~. Like what, exactly?"

Law slowly started crawling over you, hovering above you.

"I was thinking about fucking you until you went dumb on my dick-"

*Bang Bang Bang*

"CAPTAIN!? IS THAT YOU!? ARE YOU BACK!?" a female voice called from behind the locked door.

Not again. What happened this time?

"Dammit," Law sighed, he sounded desperate as he pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

He lifted his head back, raising an eyebrow.

"Do I have time to-...get prepared?"

"CAPTAIN WHAT DO YOU MEAN!? THIS IS URGENT! SHACHI, PENGUIN, AND BEPO WERE CAPTURED!"

"Why can't anyone stay out of trouble," he began. Though his words sounded harsh, you could hear the sloght tremble of worry they carried.

"Coming!" he yelled at the voice behind the door.

You heard some footsteps shuffle away from the door.

"Not in the way I'd like to...," Law sighed with furrowed brows. All you could do was giggle.

"Come on, we need to go find your crewmates,"

"Not we, I got it. It's not your responsibility. Oh, and two more things-"

"What?" you couldn't help sounding slightly dissapointed to be away from him.

Sensing your disapproving tone, he hoped that what he was about to say would make you cheer up.

"-First thing, don't tell the Straw Hats about my crew being captured. I'm going to get them back,".

You understood why he didn't want Luffy to know. You knew Luffy would cause more trouble breaking down walls to help Law rescue his crew.

"Ok, what's the second thing you wanted to say?"

"When I get back, I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll want to join my crew instead," he smirked at you. You went completely red. You were so hot and bothered it looked like steam was blowing out of your ears.

Law giggled and got up to reposition his kimono. He started making his way to the door, then he looked back at you fondly.

"Wait for me, sweetness,"

"I-i will,"

And with that, his mission began.

[lillylvjy]

hello my beloved lils, i haveth a request for thee. okay hear me out on this one . so, yk the acting stream with jack, wilbur and tommy yeah? yeah that but you're there and wilbur keeps flirting with you every chance he gets and you aren't sure if he's doing it for a bit or if he actually means it and at the end when youre all about to go home you kinda pull him to the side and ask him like "what was up with that bit you kept pulling lmao" and he goes "what bit?" and you say "you kept flirting with me!" and he smiles at you and goes "oh, that wasn't a bit." ill let you come up with the rest runs away sosorry its so long and if it doesnt make sense dm me and ill try to explain it better ily mwah mwah

I love this so much mwah mwah ilym

Warnings// two sexual jokes, swearing!, teasing, flirting, it’s all fluff!, a little hint at jealous Wilbur…., tell me if I missed anything

Not edited and 4.8k words:-)

In other words ( until the end of time)

^^it’ll make sense

Wilbur, Jack, and Tommy all agreed to do the acting challenge stream they did a year ago, but in an actual film studio. You honestly don’t know how you got dragged into this, but all you know is being spammed by the trio and being asked to be in the stream. You obviously said yes. I mean, why would you say no! Three of your funniest friends wanted you to be in the stream!

Jack picked all three of you up and of course Tommy called passenger seat. So you and Wilbur were in the back. You don’t know what was up with him, but he kept brushing his hand against yours when it was on the seat. Kept sending you songs random songs throughout the car ride. Don’t get me wrong, you loved it. But it was just strange.

Once you got to the studio, all four of you got hooked up and ready to go. The production crew got the stream up and running as you asked Wilbur how you looked.

“Like an angel darling. Don’t worry about how you look, you always look good.” He said pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead.

Hmm. Again… what is he doing?

I mean, yes he’s done it before to you but not just in general. The last time he did it was almost a year ago when you found out your ex-boyfriend cheated on you and he was there to comfort you. But you can’t lie, you did enjoy it. Made you feel safe and loved.

“Ok camera on in 5,4,3,2,1! And we’re on!” A lady said.

“Good luck, darling.” Wilbur quickly whispered.

You smiled at him as Wilbur and Tommy both stared out into space like they were bored or something.

“Welcome to the stream! Everybody. Hello, we are in a film-“ Jack started but got distracted by Tommy’s facial expression.

“What the hell are you two doing?” You asked both boys. Wilbur sent you a glare and kicked your leg. “Ow! you bitch.” You said back to him as you flicked his forehead. You knew he was in pain by the way his face faltered for a moment but he quickly went back to a stoic facial expression.

“We’re in a film studio. As you can see around me, there are lights-“ Tommy and Wilbur looked around the room like they’d been in a horror movie. You just stayed standing, your arms crossed as you waited for Jack to be done with the intro.

“Cameras that you can’t see-“

“I‘ve been staring at the edge of the water-“

“Oh looks a shark!” Tommy exclaims, bringing up his mic that’s connected to his shirt to his mouth and starts making shark sounds.

“Jesus Christ, can we get this on with please. Chat I was forced to come here!” You yelled at the camera.

“No! You came at your free will!” Jack argued. You just stuck your tongue out at him and wrapped your arms around his shoulder.

“If you can’t tell-“ Jack started, but Wilbur cut him off.

“For the improve bit, we weren’t improving. You just started-“

“What the hell do you mean improve?!” You exclaimed at Wilbur.

“Did you guys plan a bit?” Jack asked.

“Yeah but like, he just kind of did it….” Wilbur said. You looked at him with a puzzled expression, silently telling him to go on with what they were going to do, but Jack beat him to it.

“Guys! We’re in a green!”

“Guys! We are in the forest!” Tommy exaggerates.

“We’re in the big green and what we’re going to be doing is, a year ago, Wilbur did a stream, uh, we’re we came up with improve scenarios and acted them out, uh, and that was it! We just sat in a big discord call because it was Covid and I thought what if we did that but in a green screen studio with costumes and props and another lovely person because that would be better. Everyone give it up for Y/n!” Jack said as everyone started clapping for you.

You looked into the camera with a straight face. “Help me. Please. I need help.” You said as Wilbur put you in a head lock. Tommy and Jack started laughing as you fell against Wilbur. Wilbur quickly picked you up and held you from behind.

“So you won’t fall this type love.” He said. He knew you were faking it, but it still felt nice to hold you like this. To be this close to you and to be near you.

Wilbur’s thoughts got interrupted as Jack continued. “So essentially, I did his idea but better.” Jack concluded as Wilbur started to do that weird dance he does. He stands back up and acts like nothing happened.

“So! How’s life in the green? Very good, uh, it’s, it’s almost unsettlingly one color uh and I can’t wear green clothes, which is my favorite color of clothes.”

“That’s just not true.” Wilbur concluded.

“You don’t know that!” Jack got defensive

“That’s not true.”

“How do you know?” Jack challenged

“How much of your merch was green? You’re telling me you didn’t use your favorite color for merch?” Wilbur said back.

“Yeah. Two of the, two of the items were green. no other item was, no other color-“ Jack got cut off as Tommy made noises in his ear and as Wilbur leaned in and grabbed his cheek, as if he were going to kiss him. Damn do you wish that was you… anyways!

“That was not improvised! Actually is was but it was uncomfortable.” Jack said as Wilbur laughed.

“No, I’d only fully commit if it was Y/n.” Wilbur confessed as he sent you a wink. Your eyes widened and you covered your face from being shown. You knew your were red from the heat radiating off of your skin.

When you looked up, Wilbur cooed at you as chat pointed it out.

“Aww look at the little baby!” Wilbur said as patted your head. You sent a flat his way and punched his forearm.

“So!” Tommy started but didn’t know what else to say.

“So what are we doing jack?”

“Yeah. What are we doing?” You asked, genuinely not knowing what you were supposed to to.

“You big dominant man! Tell us what to do.” Tommy finished.

“He keeps saying this! He keeps saying you’re so dominant and we’re, we’re not.”

“Breed-able.” Wilbur finishes for jack.

“Speak for yourselves. I’m more dominant than any of you bitches. That’s just a fact.” You said. Tommy looked at you, mortified. Wilbur had a stupid smirk on his face and Jack was confused.

“Hm. Would you like to show me darling?” Wilbur asked. Again. You got flustered and punched his shoulder.

“Absolutely not!” You yelled at him. Your voice muffled from your hands covering your face. Wilbur just stood there laughing at you.

After chat made fun of Jack’s height. And Wilbur and Tommy getting distracted. You guys finally started the improvising.

The first scenario you and Wilbur were cows. As Tommy and Jack improvised you and Wilbur kept crawling around everywhere. As you passed him by, Wilbur bumped your hip and made you fall over.

“Asshole.” You whispered at him as you kicked his leg. He laughed and just kept crawling as you stayed there.

“Honk! Do the classic honk special! Throw him off!” Tommy said to Wilbur as he fell down on top of you.

“Oof!” You said, as Wilbur exchanged all his weight onto you.

He rolled off of you and faced you. “Look at that love. I fell for you. Hard you could even say.” Wilbur teased. You rolled your eyes and looked up at Jack who was pointing the gun at you both.

“But not this cow, this is my prized cow!” Tommy said pointing at Wilbur’s.

“Ok, what the fuck about me you bitch!” You said at Tommy as you and Wilbur started to crawl again.

“Ahh! It’s talking!” Tommy exclaimed. You rolled your eyes and continued crawling.

Jack went over to Wilbur and pointed his gun at him.

“Any last words?” Jacks asked.

Wilbur slowly stood up and grabbed the gun and walked towards the camera.

“Beef is one of the most inefficient meats you can eat. Hundreds of acres of land are used for the production of beef stock. Milk, every kind. Go Vegan today to save Honk.” Wilbur concluded his heartfelt speech.

You scoffed. “Yeah. And you just had a burger before we came here, so what does that make you?” You challenged Wilbur as they all started laughing.

“Y/n is after you today.” Jack said to Wilbur.

“If you love being vegan as much as I love falafel….” Tommy said but never finished. Everyone started laughing at that comment and agreed to go to the next scenario.

You guys did a couple more scenarios, until something more chaotic appeared.

The sims scenario.

Tommy and Wilbur started as sims and you and Jack were the players. You controlling Wilbur, Jack controlling a Tommy.

You and Jack ran to get chairs and sat them next to each other.

“Wilbur, you need to shit. Like right now.” You said to Wilbur as he turned to go to the bathroom. “Actually cancel that! I need the relationship status on you two to go up.” You said as you watched Wilbur and Tommy act like fools.

“Go play tennis together.” Jack insisted.

Wilbur and Tommy stomped around the small space as they “made their way” to the tennis court.

You and Jack looked at each other and started laughing as they started to play the tennis game.

“What the fuck is going on?!” You whispered to Jack.

“I don’t fucking know, but I’m enjoying it for sure!” He laughed back.

“Wilbur, you have to shit now. Go.” You said as Wilbur walked to the bathroom.

“Tommy go cook Mac and cheese.” Jack said.

Tommy started to sing a tune as he “made” Mac and cheese. Wilbur kept walking and ran into you. He kept running into your knees until you grabbed his waist, turned him around and and pushed him back over to Tommy.

“Wilbur, no. Cancel that and wash your hands.” You said as he was about to go to the bathroom again.

“Now save some of that for Wilbur.” Jack said as Tommy gagged up some of the Mac and cheese.

“Ok what the fuck!” You yelled as you grimaced.

“Wilbur go eat some Mac! You’re hungry.” You told Wilbur.

Wilbur walked over and looked like he had no clue where to go. He eventually waved his arm around in a greeting manor as you and Jack absolutely lost it.

“Wilbur. No. Cancel that! Stop going to the bathroom!” You yelled at him. “Walk into the living room.” You concluded.

“Tommy. Go use the oven.” Jack demanded.

Wilbur crouched down and ate his Mac and cheese, as Tommy used the oven very poorly.

“Wilbur go pick up the cat. Go play with you.” You told Wilbur. He turned to you and walked over to you. You looked at him, confused as to why he was coming over to you, until he picked you up bridle style. You squeaked and wrapped your hands tightly around his neck as you both looked at each other. You both held eye contact as you stared into each others eyes. There was something in his eyes you couldn’t quite read. Longing? Security? Desperation? You didn’t know, but all you knew was that you didn’t want this moment to end at all. You loved his eyes and how you could get lost in them at any moment.

Your thoughts soon got interrupted as Tommy started petting your head. You looked over at Tommy and narrowed your eyes at him.

“Aww” Tommy cooed as Wilbur gently put you back down in your seat and walked over to the bathroom again.

“No Wil! Cancel.” You told him.

“Play a practical joke on Tom, Wilbur.” You instructed Wil.

Wilbur crept up behind Tommy and pretended to scare him.

“Booooo! That sucked!” You yelled at Wilbur attempted at scaring Tommy.

As Wilbur was going to the bathroom, Jack instructed Tommy to go speak to him.

“Tommy insult his girlfriend.” Jack told Tommy.

Tommy did some motions and pointed at you, which made you a little confused.

“You fucking what?” Wilbur suddenly got serious. “What did you just say to me?”

“I said… I called her out on the street,” Tommy started, but soon got pushed back by Wilbur.

“What the fuck is wrong with you.” Wilbur said, in a hushed, serious tone.

“I said she was hot!” Tommy said to Wilbur. You don’t know if anyone else caught it, but you saw a slight change in Wilbur eyes. Something like jealousy? Rage? You couldn’t tell exactly, but it surprised you. Was he actually mad at Tommy for calling you hot? What is going on?

“Look up there.” Wilbur pointed. Tommy looked up as Wilbur “slapped” him.

“Wilbur go to the bathroom.” You pointed.

“Tommy go take a shower” Jack instructed Tommy.

Tommy went into the bathroom as Wilbur quickly came out.

“Wilbur sit down on the coach.” You told Wilbur. Once he was in front of you, you rubbed his shoulders and whispered in his ear. “What was that over there? Were you actually mad?” You asked him. He ignored you and continued looking forward.

“Tommy the showers made you feel flirty.” Jack demanded.

Wait, hold on. I’m done.“ Wilbur said while laughing.

Tommy put his arm around you and wiggles his eyebrows as you looked up at him and laughed.

“At this point we swap.” Wilbur told you and Jack as Wilbur picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Wilbur. Put me down, you’re gonna drop me!” You screamed at him, grilling his waist tightly.

“You think that lowly of me darling? I wouldn’t drop you in a million years.” He set you down on the floor and cupped your face, out of the cameras view. “I mean that. In every way possible.” Wilbur said to you as he rubbed your cheek bones.

“I’ll be in charge of Jack!” Tommy yelled, and yet again, interrupted the scene.

You couldn’t remember anything after that. All you could think about was Wilbur’s words and his eyes.

After everything was packed up and stream ended. You couldn’t get his words out of your head.

“I mean that. In every way possible.”

What does he mean by that?

He surely doesn’t like me, right? He can’t like me. The last time I checked he was swooning over someone else.

“Hey would you guys want to get something to eat while we’re out?” Jack asked, taking you away from your very loud thoughts.

“Yeah why not!” You said in return.

As everyone began to leave, you quickly grabbed Wilbur and pulled him to the side.

“Hey, what you said early, that was a bit right?” You asked him.

“A bit?”

“Yeah. All that flirting and shit. You were just joking correct?” You asked a little more firmly now.

“Um, no I wasn’t.” Wilbur concluded as he frowned at you.

“What?” You asked to no one in particular.

“Love, everything I’ve said, is true. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember and I’m finally at my breaking point. I can’t hold back my feelings any longer or pretend that I don’t feel something for you every time I see you laugh and smile. I could go on a whole rant about how much I love every part of you, inside and out, but no words could ever suffice my feelings for you. Y/n, I love you. With everything in me. And you don’t have to respond now or at all if you don’t even feel the same. I would understand completely. But I just wanted you to know, that I will always love you. No matter what you chose or feel.” Wilbur concluded.

You looked into his eyes, tears threatening to fall out as you looked up at the man you’ve loved for, jesus, forever! You couldn’t speak or do anything. The only think you could think to do is kiss him. So that’s what you did.

You grabbed Wilbur by the back of his neck and pulled his lips down onto yours. The kiss was slow, yet full of desperation and love.

Wilbur pulled you in closer to him by the hips as he deepened the kiss, still not fully believing that you were kissing him.

His crush was kissing him!

“Ah!” Wilbur and you both pulled apart and knocked out of your thoughts, as you both looked over and saw Tommy looking at you with a mortified look and Jack was looking at you both with a smirk on his face. “Why is it always meeeeeeee! I need therapy now! Tommy complained as he walked out of the studio to the car.

Jack walked over and oat Wilbur’s shoulder. “After 5 months, you finally got the balls to do it. I’m proud of ya’” Jack said in a joking tone as you winked at you both and left to go see how Tommy was doing.

“What’s does he mean by ‘after 5 months’?” You ask Wilbur, confused with the sudden timeline change.

“Wait? You didn’t realize?!” Wilbur stopped you.

“Realize what?” You exclaimed back at him, even more confused.

“For the last 5 months I’ve been flirting and giving hints to you that I liked you. I thought they were obvious but clearly you are oblivious and didn’t catch them!” Wilbur said as he started walking again.

“Hey! I’m not that oblivious. Only when it comes to flirting. I suck at it.” You said.

“Yeah you do.” Wilbur agreed as you slapped his shoulder.

“You aren’t supposed to agree dumbass!”

“What?! you are!” He exclaimed.

You grabbed his hand and linked it with yours. “Well maybe you have to teach me?” You said, looking up at him.

“Gladly darling. My place after dinner?” Wilbur asked, a smirk on his face as you walked to the car.

“Oh absolutely.” You looked up at Will as you both stopped in front of the car. You went on your tip toes and pulled Wilbur into another kiss.

“Ok, nope. Not here and definitely not now! I just got over my trauma!” Tommy exclaimed. Wilbur scoffed at him as he hit the back of the younger boys head.

Jack came over to the two of you after Tommy got in the car. “He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s happy for you both. He was rooting for you since the day Wilbur told him he fancied you. Stubborn child that one is.” Jack concluded getting into his side of the car.

“Ok, once we get to your apartment we are cuddling and watching movies. No getting out of it.” You told Wilbur as you walked to your side of the car.

“I couldn’t try to even if I wanted to love.” He told you before getting in.

You truly did love him with all your heart. Or as Arctic Monkeys say:

“In other words, until the end of time”

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[bumblingbabooshka]

Chakotay being a person who (while of course being willing to follow orders to a point) ultimately puts what's morally right and wrong in his eyes over Starfleet protocol while Tuvok is shown to be a person who will follow Starfleet protocol (and more accurately Janeway's word) over what he personally thinks is right is something that could have been so interesting if the three of them were actually shown as a triumvirate instead of it usually being Janeway-Chakotay and even then mostly just Janeway.

It would be an opportunity to explore more about the Maquis v Starfleet dynamic, about how Chakotay & Janeway's different leadership styles work and don't work with this new crew and with different people, to interrogate what exactly Voyager should look like - to incorporate more leniency and Maquis tactics into its operation so that they really do become a blended ship instead of the Maquis simply becoming subsumed into Starfleet. It'd also give more opportunities to let all three characters shine and introduce more moral quandaries that they can have differing ideas about and how does that affect them? At one point Tuvok is willing to go against Janeway's orders because she wants to do something but can't due to Starfleet protocol. In another episode he also follows Janeway's orders to assist in killing an entire ship of people despite that being against both Starfleet protocol and certain moral standards because she feels strongly that they should. He protests this but once she rebukes him he doesn't object again or attempt to stop her (like Chakotay - though they both know at that point that she's crossing lines). This sort of implies to me that he's much more loyal to Janeway herself than he is to Starfleet as a concept. Meanwhile Janeway is shown to be staunchly and strictly Starfleet - adopting the code AS her moral compass a lot of the time. She sometimes has to go off-script due to the nature of their situation but most of her decisions are made depending on how Starfleet would feel about it. If she wants to do something but Starfleet would disagree, she rarely if ever questions Starfleet protocol and instead will go with what it says is best even if it's painful on a personal level. She also tells Tuvok in the episode aforementioned that he is "Her advisor, her moral compass" and having a moral compass/advisor that's either a bunch of rules written by the space government or a person who is mostly just going to agree with you no matter what they actually think and not challenge you if you rebuke them isn't the best idea. Enter Chakotay. Chakotay's willingness to disagree with Janeway and not back down is something I wish had been shown more. When he says "I don't care about logs or reports or whatever - I care about person to person shit. I care about what's right and what you're doing is wrong." it's something that could be so interesting and so necessary when contrasted with the other two. A good example is of course 'Equinox' but also 'Manuevers' where he goes off against literally everyone's orders and friendly advice because he feels responsible. And that's important - he's doing it because he feels responsible. That's different from Tuvok (who doesn't feel) and Janeway (who would most likely try to find comfort in protocol) - because Chakotay feels he's responsible and that he needs to protect the crew since he (in his eyes) is the one who put them in danger. He's a person who's shown to be willing to go against everything anyone says in order to do what he feels is right if the wrong is too great to allow. Voyager if these three were actually allowed to argue and be equals and figure out how to work together as sort of a microcosm of how this new blended crew is going to be able to fight and work and band together.

[stinkysam]

Trafalgar Law - It's a date !

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : MR takes Law on “scouting mission” to check on Kaido status but it actually ends up being a date which Law is against since they are in hiding. But Law gives in and goes with the idea of the date and actually ends up having a good time and Law out of nowhere asks MR to marry him.

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

It was the perfect plan. You arrived in Wano safely and no one knew who you were so you decided a little date wouldn't hurt.

But knowing Law, you knew it wouldn't be that easy to just invite him. You'd have to trick him.

So you thought of a little mission to do with him ; to check on Kaido to learn about what he knew and if he was aware of you and Luffy's possible arrival.

Law wasn't that into it. He knew they had been discreet enough and that Kaido didn't know they were here but he still agreed in the end. It couldn't hurt to check and make sure.

So here you were, in hiding near Kaido's lair. Law took it seriously, discreetly moving from a corner to another while you followed him more nonchalantly.

"[Name], take this seriously. You're the one who proposed it."

"Actually I envisioned it more like a date."

"A what ? A date ? Why would we go on a date ?"

"Because we're dating."

Law said nothing. You had a point, but still. It was not the time for a date.

"Come on, they're all busy working, they're not paying any attention to us."

"No."

"What if we walked back a bit, then ?"

"...Alright." He agreed, still unsure.

Despite his first hesitation, Law quickly relaxed and enjoyed his time with you.

"I won't say this was a good idea."

"But you think it."

"No."

"Would you change your mind if we go to a restaurant ?"

Law thought for a second. You weren't really here on a mission so… why not.

"Okay but we stay discreet."

And with these words you walked back toward the city to find a small restaurant for you two to eat.

"Shall we eat here ?" You ask, pointing to the first restaurant you see.

"No, they only have seafood."

"What about this one ?"

"The lights are dim and there's not a lot of people… alright." He said as you grabbed his hands and got in, asking for a table for two in a corner of the restaurant. You couldn't see the faint blush traveling his face under the big mask he wore.

You sat at the table and began your order before having it served for you to eat.

Law slowly set his mask aside. It felt weird to eat in a restaurant. He hasn't done it in a while.

You were completely in your element, eating to your heart's content what you had ordered. You looked so happy like this, so relaxed.

"Hey, marry me."

"What ?"

"...Marry me."

"Sure. If you marry me in return too !"

Law scoffed, amused "This is not how this works. But… yes, of course."

You smiled at him, mouth full of food as you continued to eat. Your feet resting next to his.

You walked out of the restaurant hand in hand and Law was glad something was hiding his face.

He refused to take it off even once back to the crew, not wanting anyone to see his pleased smile.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: WMD

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“The fleet has entered high anchor Admiral Bancroft.”

Bancroft nodded to his second in command but gave no other response as he looked out the window.

Things seemed so peaceful when he looked out the window into the void. The light of a thousand stars shinning back at him in silence, possibly the only true silence he had ever known his entire life. He would come here to his personal quarters, away from the chaotic noise of the command deck or the hallways of his ship filled with the echoes of machinery a dozen decks below. Here he could calm his mind and collect his thoughts; and for what was to come he was in dire need of a calm mind.

“Get me weapons control.”

A small display appeared on the window Bancroft was looking out of. The image was hazy for a few moments before it came into focus and a person came into view.

“Weapons control here, sir.”

“Mr. Milton is the weapon ready for deployment?” Bancroft asked.

From the display Milton turned and spoke to someone off screen for a moment before replying.

“We have loaded the weapon into launcher three and technicians are making their final checks now.”

Bancroft was about to acknowledge the report when he noticed Mr. Milton was acting strangely. His long years of service aboard the Cairo had given him insight into reading his crew and officers. He could tell that Milton had something more he wished to say, but was holding his tongue out of duty.

“Do you have something more to add, Mr. Milton?” Bancroft asked. “You may speak freely.”

“Sir,” Milton began uneasily, “it’s about the weapon.”

“You have concerns about it?”

Milton looked around again as if making sure no one could overhear him before continuing to speak with his captain. “I’ve managed every weapon on this ship for the last two decades; but this Nano bomb, something doesn’t feel right about it.”

“I’m afraid wars are not won with feelings, Mr. Milton.” Bancroft replied, but Milton shook his head.

“I’ve inspected every weapon ever used on this ship, but these technicians that brought the nano bomb aboard won’t even let me within ten feet of the damn thing without threatening to break my legs.”

“It’s a prototype, Mr. Milton;” Bancroft said while rubbing the bridge of his nose, “you know how these science types get when they play with their latest toy.”

“We’re not talking about a fancy laser pointer or a copier that prints food.” Mr. Milton retorted.

Bancroft’s gaze hardened. “Careful, Mr. Milton.” He said. He allowed his crew some leniency with how they addressed him but he would not tolerate insubordination.

Realizing he was close to overstepping himself Milton paused to collect his thoughts.

“Apologies sir,” he began, his eyes looking at the floor for a moment as if ashamed of his actions, “I am just worried what might happen to the ship and the fleet when this thing goes off and we’re right next to ground zero.”

Hearing this Bancroft couldn’t help but agree.

The war department had given him this new bomb to deploy when he had set out with his fleet for the final battle against the Ken’dar, but they had given little in details about what it would actually do. They had demanded a portion of his ship be sectioned off for its storage and support team to handle during transition and during the entire trip to the Ken’dar homeworld the technicians supervising the device had not once set foot outside of their area.

When the remnants of the Ken’dar fleet had made a final stand against the human fleet the first communication from the technicians was made ordering the admiral to keep the Cairo away from the fighting. Bancroft had been incensed to be ordered around on his own flagship by outsiders, but they had the mandate from the central government so he held the Cairo back.

Now it was time to deploy the weapon and still he knew nothing of its intent. He shared the concerns Mr. Milton had, but he knew that there were some things better left unknown.

“Your concerns are noted, Mr. Milton.” Bancroft replied, turning back to his second in command who was still waiting behind him. “Tolland, order the rest of the fleet to break orbit and move further out; we shall remain at high anchor until the weapon is deployed and then withdraw as well.”

“Understood,” Tolland replied immediately, “but our orders from the technicians were to hold high anchor until they finished gathering the weapons data.”

Bancroft turned to face Tolland. “They may have oversight of their latest death machine, but I still command this fleet and I say when and where it goes.”

He took several steps closer to Tolland who straightened up further until Bancroft was right in front of him.

“If they have a problem with my orders you may show them to the nearest shuttle pod and have them sent down to the surface; we can pick them up afterwards.”

Needing no more instruction, Tolland saluted and left the room to issue the new orders. When Bancroft turned back to the window he could see the fleet breaking high anchor and following his instructions.

“Will that satisfy you Mr. Milton?” Bancroft asked as he resumed his spot at the window.

“Aye, sir.” Milton responded.

“Then deploy the weapon.”

The display went out leaving Bancroft looking at the planet below. Several minutes passed before a streak of pure light shot out from his ship and began making its way to the surface.

Bancroft watched the light continue its rapid descent until he heard the door to the room open once more as Tolland returned.

“The ship will begin maneuvering away from the planet as you commanded sir.” Tolland said as he took up his position behind him. “The technicians were upset but relented once I showed them to the nearest airlock.”

This brought a smile to Bancroft’s face. “Well done Tolland.”

Nodding his thanks, Tolland continued “They appear to have hacked into the planets security system and are monitoring the results now; would you care to observe as well?”

Bancroft tilted his head in acknowledgment and a projection of the capital city appeared before him. The camera appeared to be part of a road network system for monitoring traffic. As he watched he could see Ken’darians pulling over to the side of the road and looking up. Though he could never fully read their alien expressions, he knew the look of pure terror all too well.

The camera slowly panned up from the city streets and the trail of the weapon came into full view.

Coming down at near impossible speeds, the rocket impacted the tallest building in the city with a thunderous impact. Bancroft closed his eyes expecting a blinding light from the explosion, but to his surprise nothing came.

He opened to see the top of the building had crumbled like cardboard from the impact, but otherwise the city was intact. He saw the Ken’darian citizens began looking amongst themselves in equal surprise as if the notion of their continued existence was something they had not counted on.

“Mr. Milton,” Bancroft spoke as his face returned once again on a separate projection, “have the technicians reported a failure with the weapon?”

Milton shook his head. “They are telling me that the weapon is working as intended.”

“Working?” Bancroft inquired. He was going to ask for an elaboration when Tolland coughed and drew his attention back to the security feed.

When he looked back he saw that the top of the impacted building was shifting and seemingly moving. Large pools of a grey material were dripping down the sides of the building like pools of sludge while the top of the building began to melt away.

“What am I looking at Mr. Milton?” Bancroft asked, sure that his weapons officer was also monitoring the feed.

“By the seven heavens of Astrid….” Milton spoke softly, entranced by what he was seeing.

“Mr. Milton, report.” Bancroft repeated, this time infused with more authority. This snapped Milton back to the present and he gave his analysis.

“I’m not one hundred percent sure, but if I am seeing this right I would wager what we are looking at is a nano tech warhead.”

“I thought nano tech only had medicinal applications?” Tolland asked as he stepped forward and joined Bancroft at the screen.

Milton nodded. “It is, but it can just as easily be repurposed like anything else.”

The large puddles of nano tech finally consumed the entire building and smashed into the street like a great tidal wave. Ken’darians began screaming in fear as it spread out rapidly and began latching on to other buildings and filling up the entire length of the street.

“They must have turned off the built in safety features and told the machines to devour anything and replicate.” Milton said as he continued watching the display. “Plastics, metal, concrete-“

“Flesh.” Tolland cut in as the camera feed showed an unlucky Ken’darian failing to flee fast enough from the onrushing tide of nano machines. The pools of the machines flowed around their feet and to Bancroft’s horror the poor Ken’darian was being pulled into the pool. Their flesh being eaten away by hundreds of thousands of machines as they screamed, twisting and thrashing violently trying to escape only to further spread the machines on to their body.

Tolland looked away as the layers of skin were removed one after another and the raw muscles were exposed as the Ken’darian finally expired and sank beneath the grey blob.

“Jesus….” Milton muttered softly.

“I don’t think he would be much help right now Mr. Milton.” Tolland replied, turning away from display feeds.

The tidal wave of machines swept past the camera and Bancroft watched as the feed carried on for a few moments more before the machine was torn to pieces by the tiny machines.

“That explains why they were so paranoid about it onboard.” Bancroft replied dryly. “If an ounce of this had gotten free we’d have all been dead within an hour.”

Mr. Milton scoffed in agreement but said nothing else.

“How long do they plan to let these machines run wild?” Bancroft asked Milton.

“They did not give me a timeframe sir,” he replied, “but I imagine they will let these little buggers run wild until there is nothing left on the world.”

Bancroft stood in silence and looked out into space again, seeking the calm once more.

“Bring up another feed.” He asked quietly.

“You don’t need to watch this, admiral.” Tolland said. “There’s no need for you to see such destruction.”

To his surprised Bancroft shook his head. “I unleashed this; I will not look away from it.”

[vicsuragi]

i don’t want this to happen in the show necessarily but oh do i think it’d be funny that if at the end of ofmd when ed and stede are matelotaged and the rest of the crew is still pirating it up, izzy ends up at spanish jackie’z and is upset that ed doesn’t need him anymore. he’s wallowing in self pity and he’s unsure what to do next and suddenly, there he is.

sure, he is still healing the wound he sustained when the cannon ball hit him (thankfully it missed all of the important bits!), but for all intents and purposes he’s functioning like normal. izzy is seething because goddammit, jack is still alive and kicking, which only gets worse when jack sits down at his table and orders a drink, ensuring he will be hanging around to bother izzy. jack starts on a rant about stede, how ed must have lost his mind falling for a fop like him, and izzy agrees deep down, but that anger doesn’t reach his lips like it used to. he tells jack as much, that he does still resent bonnet for aiding in izzy losing his closest friend, but he realizes that somewhere deep down in himself that he and ed hadn’t actually been friends in ages and all of his desperation to be ed’s favorite had been for naught.

the two drink, jack tells a few stories about what he got up to after the cannon ball got him, and izzy asks how many lives he must have left what with the mutinies, the stupid games he plays, the constant brushes with death. jack doesn’t know, he doesn’t like to think about dying. he insists that he’ll live forever, that if he was going to die he would have done it by now. maybe he even gets a little introspective for a rare moment in his life and says that even if he did die, it wouldn’t necessarily matter since nobody likes him. izzy feels something he hasn’t felt in ages - or, at least, he feels something that might not exactly be misplaced.

the night is winding down, so they decide they should saddle up and leave. izzy has a room at an inn just a little ways out, and jack insists on being chivalrous and walking him back (’yer just stumbling, is all, don’t want you to end up at the end of somebody’s sword just ‘cause you were at the wrong place, wrong time’). he doesn’t know why jack would do that for him, but he takes the company nonetheless. it’s better than being alone again.

jack doesn’t stop rambling the entire walk, something that’s actually kind of a comfort instead of a nuisance, and once they’re at the inn, he waves izzy off, saying they’ll probably run into each other again. it’s not like he actually cares, of course, but he asks where jack’s going, and he says he’s off to the next tavern that’s still serving, that the night’s not over yet.

he must not be thinking clearly when he asks if jack wants to stay the night. not for any buggery business, he makes that clear, just to ensure that he doesn’t get himself into any fights or drown in the water nearby trying to whip seagulls on the tide. he doesn’t respond at first, he watches izzy with glassy stare and tips his head to the side while he processes everything through the liquor-induced haze.

izzy crawls into his rented bed while jack’s body goes lax in a chair at his bedside, hand gripping his whip’s handle instinctively just like when they were on hornigold’s ship. he stays awake a while, watching to see if he’ll drop his grip or if he’ll get up and use that whip against izzy; that thought might even excite him a little bit. and yet, his hand never moves, and his eyes don’t open.

he awakes early in the morning, finding his room empty. izzy wonders if last night actually happened, if maybe he just got so drunk he imagined jack went back to the room with him, if he imagined that jack was even there to begin with. he goes out to the dock, he’s been going out and intending to look for a new captain for weeks now but simply ends up lingering by the shore, watching ships come in and go out before he heads back to spanish jackie’z. he starts to think he can’t go back on the ocean, that everything will remind him of edward and that once they exited each other’s life, it marked the end of whoever izzy knew himself to be.

he’s not surprised when he ends up back at spanish jackie’z, having made no attempt to get back out there. tomorrow, he’ll stop going out there. he’s been sailing so long that the sea has made him small, bitter, older than he has any right to be. he has no unfinished business out there, he doesn’t have anymore business out there period. but he has no idea what he’ll do if he’s not out plundering and looting and waiting to die in a fight or by an untreated wound he could no longer patch up himself. he can’t imagine a life of lounging, eating fruit that seems bountiful and endless, getting old and gray and not fearing the inevitable shutdown of his body because there’s someone else there to endure it with him.

izzy ends up finding work at spanish jackie’z when he can no longer pay his tab, but he doesn’t necessarily hate it. he has a superior who is curt with him when she needs to be, he always has something to do, and he can still spit orders at customers who are getting too out of hand. he’s adjusting well to his job at the tavern when he comes back.

jack is banged up again, he insists with a smirk that izzy would be sick if he saw the other guy, but quickly chokes some blood up onto the counter. izzy ends up reluctantly helping jack, thinking it’ll at least net him another favor in the future should he need it. while he’s being patched up on izzy’s bed, jack asks if he’s using up another life. izzy tells him to stop talking like that, that it’s just a little bleeding and some bruising, it’ll be just fine.

izzy feels like he’s receiving some divine intervention when jack ends up staying with him for a few weeks while he heals. he’s annoying, he’s gross, he keeps asking for stories about his fun times with blackbeard, but izzy doesn’t think he actually minds the company at the end of the day. he likes returning back to the inn and finding jack there instead of a cold, dark room, he likes sharing meals with him, he likes the feeling that he’s not alone in the world.

when jack is finally well enough to go out on his own again, izzy expects that it’ll be weeks, maybe even months before their paths cross again. but, jack proposes something to him - he asks if izzy wants to sail again.

of course, he has to think this over; he was just starting to get comfortable on land. he might have been starting to like the idea of living a safer life, enjoyed staying in the republic of pirates as a change of pace. he spent a majority of his life at sea, and the memories of ed were coming back hard and fast.

izzy tells jack as much, that if he has an out from piracy, he’ll take it. he calls him boring, asking why he’d want to give it all up just because he had a 9-5 now. izzy is baffled why everyone suddenly thinks piracy is fun, that always having to watch your back among your own men is enjoyable, that the constant threat of being captured and hanged by the british navy was just a fun quirk and not a genuine hazard of the job. he asks why jack wouldn’t take an out himself if one was presented to him.

so, jack asks right then and there if izzy has an out for him. he doesn’t say anything back. jack knows he’s a liability and a fuckup, that nobody willingly takes him on unless they don’t already know the consequences of letting him aboard their ship and into their lives. izzy is fully aware of those risks, and he still, for some stupid reason, thinks maybe having jack around wouldn’t be so bad.

he tells jack that he’d take him on here, on land, that it could be good for the both of them. izzy can tell jack is hesitant, that he’s also been away for so long that it doesn’t necessarily feel right to stay still like this. but, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they did.

maybe from there jack becomes a fisherman, somehow managing to successfully whip fish and sell them to the inns and taverns and visiting pirates, he’s still with the sea every day he’s just not out causing havoc on it. he comes back to the inn every night, finding izzy hissing as he cracks his aching shoulders and neck, and he settles down beside him reeking of fish guts and salty ocean air. they share a tiny room that feels spacious compared to cramped ship quarters and start to learn to move around each other, they bicker, they share the bed after an adjustment period, and they drink each other under the table when they can afford to feel like shit in the morning. it wasn’t exactly what izzy pictured, even less so jack, but it feels real to him, to them both. and all he could have ever wanted was something that was real and reciprocal.

[theblogofdavyjones]

The sketch artist

Pairing: Davy Jones x reader

Warnings: None

Requested: @thesamuraiofsingapore

Request:

Heyy hi if it's possible I would like to make a request! With like Davy Jones when he was still human who discovers in his crew a girl who pretended to be a man only to become a sailor and one day Davy discovers that Reader spent his time making portraits of him with little hearts and things like that. Idk if I explained myself well 😭 If you don't accept it's fine byee <3

***

You can’t recall on how long it’s been since you’ve voluntarily traded yourself in on Jack Sparrow’s behalf to settle his debt with Davy Jones.

You would literally do anything for anyone, it didn’t matter if it was for someone you know, or for someone who was a complete stranger to you. But you knew Jack Sparrow, not just by name but by basically growing up together as childhood friends. The both of you were close, not in a romantic way, but through a friendship way.

Even now, you still kept that friendship close within your heart. When you offered to take Jack’s place, Jack protested against it, but you wouldn’t let him convince you otherwise. Jack couldn’t help but feel angry about it, angry about losing you as a payment in debt, angry he wouldn’t have someone there to be keeping company. With a whispering plea and a pleading look, Jack reluctantly agreed to let you go.

But it was more of what you asked of him.

“Please. Please let me do this for you. You’ve given me so much already, I’m certain of this.” you promise.

———

As you keep thinking of that moment, it still feels as if all that happened yesterday.

The memory of the first night stepping onboard the Dutchman, was still just as fresh in your mind. As you think of it, after accepting the terms of one hundred years of service, it dawns on you it’s been five years since the trade. Your personality is unique, you are an expert on letting yourself show no fear at all when it’s struck within you. You didn’t know what Davy Jones would do to you, but you know at some degree of what he is capable of and is known for doing, and guessing how it all may turn out scared you more than for it to actually be happening.

When you got there, you were surprised that Davy Jones seemed to be sparing you the treatment his crew was forced to go though without a fight. Rather, the captain would give some tasks, mainly the smaller and lighter ones to which you never once refused. Overtime, Davy Jones started growing a soft spot for you as you were surprising yourself that you were beginning to like him and not mind being around him so much. Bootstrap noticed of course, and when he approached you about it one day, he approached you while sitting in some shade, obviously in a different world drawing in your sketchbook.

“What’s that you got there?” he asks, over shoulder.

You nearly jumped at his voice.

“Sorry, miss. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine, these are just some of my sketches I’ve done.” you reply.

You look to Bootstrap as he’s giving himself a closer look at your drawings, and is immediately admired by your talent.

“These are really good, they should be framed of the wall of the ship.”

Bootstrap goes on with the compliments until he stops at a picture of Jack Sparrow.

“You still think about-“

“That one was from a long time ago.” you say, cutting him off.

When Bootstrap turns to the next page, you’re face drains of color, embarrassed by the sketch he had just found.

It starts from a sketch of Barbossa, and Bootstrap himself, to now something more surprising. It was surprising enough that it would have one raise their eyebrows as a sign of their interests.

It was a half drawing of Davy Jones. The idea to sketch Davy Jones had come when you heard him mentioning of Jack Sparrow to Maccus. As you knew it was going to be another challenge to conquer, you were confident enough to sketch him by memory. You had his image in your mind, but later on, you knew you’d be needing more than an image, and that’s how you came about sitting in the little bit of shade you could find.

“Is th-“

You quickly swipe the sketch book away from his hold.

“That’s, that’s nothing. Really.”

Bootstrap didn’t want to press on, or make you say anything you don’t want to.

So he nods in understanding before inviting you a walk around the ship, to which you accept. But not before returning that sketch book to your quarters. Once you did, you weren’t thinking and had only thrown it on the bed before turning away.

———

While on your walk with Bootstrap, Davy Jones had a task assignment for you, and sent Maccus to go fetch you from your quarters.

Once Maccus had reached your quarters, and there was no response to his knocking on the door, he lets himself in, thinking you might be asleep. However, to his surprise, you weren’t at all there, the only thing that was left in his sighting was of the sketch book that was left behind. Because he had some sort of respect for you, guilt tripped him a little as he takes it into his own hands and opens it.

He couldn’t help but make a face of disgust seeing the first drawing was of Jack Sparrow, than to Barbossa. When he got to the sketch of himself, he froze and admired before turning the next page. The half drawing of Davy Jones was a shock to him, but as he got a closer look, he noticed there had been tiny hearts around the art. The next thing he did was take the sketch book with him to hand it over to Davy Jones himself. The captain needed to see this, or so that’s what he thought. It would soon turn into a disaster after you would find out what Maccus had done.

Or at least, that’s what you had thought.

Only time will tell.

***

@theblogofdavyjones

Requests: open

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A/N:

I changed it up a bit to make it a little easier for me to write, I hope you still like it!

[ramblingdisaster73]

Episode 4x07 “Tommy Dearest” thoughts

-This Owen/Paul scene is great – I love this Owen

Most people planning a wedding are rookies

-That centerpiece is actually really tame compared to what I would have expected from Owen

-This is actually good relationship advice from Owen – If someone lights you up like that – make it happen.

This upside-down thing is nuts & a nightmare situation for me

Dude your wife keeps dying – just say you were having sex when she started dying

I am glad it was a pacemaker thing and not a neurological one  

Why does everyone look so good this episode? (not that they don’t in every episode – but this episode was particularly full of adorable hotness)

That would be a firetruck ride that would be hard to forget

Tommy in particular is trying to kill me with her looks

Tommy and Trevor are cute & their chemistry is amazing

So, is Melody older than Evie & Izzy or are they the same age?

A little lasagna baby – lol

The “What about Julius” was just as hilarious the second time as it was the 1st.

This kid – she is one devious tween

“Inside there lurks a heart of darkness” – man I love Judd Ryder

I figured that the issue Melody had was because of it being the first relationship for her parent’s divorce – I think this is something that is fairly normal for a kid that age – but she is a bit hardcore in her efforts.

I love Mateo – “Oh great the HR lady again.”

Their attempt to blackmail was ridiculous to begin with

Paul has zero chill

I love the way Nancy & TK just pick up on it & Mateo is like “Huh?” “Do HR ladies actually date?”

So many quotable moments in this episode

I agree with Nancy & TK

“You should totally take her out for some nut-free coffee.” Mateo Chavez

I love all the callbacks they make in this show – more than any other show I can think of

I can’t believe that the delivery drivers don’t have to dress in medieval clothing (like the knight & maiden from season 3)

This call is a bit of a callback to 1x08 with 2 calls from the same house.

An online CPR class? I thought you needed some hands on for that.

TNT is far too cute this episode

Mushroom & Fennel?

It’s totally cool you jolted me – I don’t care. I love you anyways

Damn that dress

Like really

Babysitter Grace – who is watching the twins? I am just so confused on why a 12-year-old needs a babysitter.

I think that dress was a great idea

“YOU LIED!” another season 1 callback

This episode has so much humor

But – Asha – not a yearbook from Chicago

Brian really killed this episode – you could feel his feelings

This kid is so hardcore in her efforts to break up her father & Tommy

But Tommy is just as hardcore

That is the most disgusting drink possible – and this kid just takes it (props to her for fully committing to her game)

“You’re a lunatic” Melody Parks

Tommy talking out of her ass about the nasty drink is just so funny

I say all the time that this cast has the best facial expressions – and once again they proved it. Grace’s faces while Melody drinks that thing are hilarious

TK in the sweats & Nancy in the leggings are equally hot

This is the best Owen – the one that is a Captain, a leader. Someone that genuinely cares about his crew/family

I love this storyline for Paul & that they aren’t rushing it. I love that they are giving him a chance to show us what life is like for him – that we are getting more insight to what goes on in his head.

I hadn’t thought about how Asha knew him in the past/had seen behind the doors – but, wow that makes so much sense to why he is struggling.

I love the Judd/Tommy friendship just as much as I do the Grace/Tommy friendship

I mean – I don’t blame her for not wanting another drink from Tommy, but at least she recognizes that she was not playing against a novice

Uncle Julius – I kinda love how this kid manipulates Tommy into admitting about Julius – I knew it would come up again – they like parallels & callbacks way too much not to take advantage of it.

“Why am I picturing a prison yard” Tommy Vega

“Brother-in-law” Tommy Vega yells throughout the firehouse

Grace’s face over the Julius confession

Tommy & Judd both have this way of answering a question without answering a question.

“How was it?” Grace “Kind of mind blowing” Tommy – these two are hilarious

Grace just keeps giving Tommy her very tried and true “what the actual fuck” face when Tommy is telling her about her TikTok blackmail. Just like in the 4x02 surprise double date

Cramps are a bitch

I love how Trevor is trying to piece it all together

“I can’t believe this is going to be the rest of my life” – yeah – it really fucking sucks

“Maybe undump him?”

I love the basketball scene – it was something that Paul needed & something that Owen could give him.

Owen acknowledging his failings during TK’s childhood gives me hope for the conversation between him and TK in 4x08 that Ronen keeps talking about

Do they have a new probie or are they just still referring to Mateo as probie?

I agree with Melody & Trevor about the Mango & Cookies and cream – not a mix for me

I wonder how much of next week will be Marjan or if her stuff will come closer to the end to lead into 4x09 “Road Kill”

THAT FUCKING DRESS

[apenapaperandadoofus]

HOLY FUCK WHY HAS NO ONE TALKED ABOUT THIS OH MY GOD

PETER PAN x DAMIANYA?!?!

But not the animated one the 2003 one

Listen you do not understand why this is the best thing ever listen listen (it also helps it’s literally kind of the same era ish, I think the movie is based like a few years earlier but ahh)

First of all obviously they’re aged up a bit on this like the movie characters, I believe they’re about 13 in it (can I also just say when I was a kid I had such a huge crush on both leads like holy crap Wendy and Peter? My 8 year old self was d y i n g)

Look look here’s my whole ass TedTalk on how this would go:

Anya ran away from her adoptive family and ended up meeting Becky (who is Tink!) and they all went to Neverland (yayyy)

Damian is Wendy, except less Wendy ish lmao.

He is the same as Canon Damian except he was forced to grow up so quickly, to cope he began to write fairly tale stories!

Erwin and Emile are the only ones who know about this but one day his father found out and well- Damian got his stories journal (hE rUinEd mY dReAm JoUrNaL) destroyed.

Emile and Ewen come to his house for a sleepover to comfort him, and that night when they go to sleep Anya goes to retrieve her shadow.

Damian wakes up and sees her trying to stick her shadow on and literally screams i “who the heck are you!!” Obviously all flustered bc a girl is in his room and poor Anya is so startled she punches him (yeah the punch is back) and Damian is like hOW DARE YOU

And Anya obviously apologizes and Damian goes to scream again but oh no she’s crying and it’s because she can’t stick her shadow D:

So to get this girl out of his room (it’s not to get her to stop crying yall) he helps sew her shadow back on.

Skipping forward Anya convinces Damian to leave with her. “Don’t you want to go somewhere you can be free? Where you can do anything you want? You don’t have to follow people’s expectations?”

Damian is convinced and he reluctantly takes her hand. They all go to Neverland where they find Hook! But who is Hook you might ask? (I struggled with this but screw it) the scientists! (dun dun duuun)!

I was struggling between them and Donovan but fuck it.

Yor, Yuri and Loid are with the lost kids (not lost boys bc well- pft no) and Damian is happy to finally be able to tell stories and just be himself yknow?

When Anya asks him to be their Father he is a blushing mess and can barely speak! But he agrees. “F-fine, I’ll do it- b-but it doesn’t mean anything ok?!”

So as time passes and Anya teaches Damian so many things (he gets DIRTY! Anya gets him to finally not care about his clothes lmao) Damian starts catching the feelings™️ and Anya does too- but she doesn’t want to- I mean feelings are for grown ups.

bUt the ideas like Anya and him flying around and going on adventures aH

Them finding a lost treasure! Teaching Damian how to sword fight! Mermaids! AHHH

Also the whole reason for this (also why I struggled so much with deciding roles) are this scenes:

(Damian is Peter in this one tho)

ALSO FAIRY DANCE FAIRY DANCE

(Imagine Damian blushing and guiding Anya on how to dance? “No, no, see you need to place your feet here, and your hand…” he notices Anya is so close to him and he almost chokes “s-stop looking at me and pay attention cuz I’m only saying this once shrimp!” While the only thing in his mind is ahhhh she’s so close oh we’re holding hands oh my god oh my god oh my god

sO CUTE)

Damian finally gets the courage and lets it slip that he may actually like Anya, but she’s so afraid she runs away and Damian thinks Anya rejected him. (MY POOR BABY LIKE it’s the only time he finally speaks up for himself and chooses to do something that can make him happy and he gets REJECTED T_T)

The scientists takes this chance to yknow use Damian for their advantage and use his insecurities against him and let him join the pirate (scientist?) crew.

Damian then decides he’s done and wants to leave, even if his dad isn’t the best he wants to go back, he is too hurt. He ignores Anya and says some hurtful things and decides to leave Neverland. They both have a fight (Anya also said some things she didn’t mean) and it’s very dramatic and angsty and sad.

Damian convinced everyone else to come with him so now Anya is alone but oH NO THE KIDS GET CAPTURED.

Anya after being saved by Becky from the poison goes to get them!

Afterwards there’s a huge fight and the climax happens where Anya gets all sad and is about to die when Damian comes and gives her a THIMBLE (aHHHHHHH SO CUTE THE LIL KISS AHSHSYAGA) and Anya is so happy and BAM they defeat the scientists (pirates?)!

Anya finally realizes she likes Damian and hey, maybe growing up wont be too bad, so along with the lost kids they all leave and go back.

Anya helps Damian confront his father and chose his dreams (yay!) and Damian keeps writing stories while Anya helps him with her adventures (also maybe Yor and Loid are actually the eldest of the kids, so as soon as they grow up and are in a stable place they adopt the others so Damian doesn’t have to be with his family any longer and can be freee yay!)

Ans then later when Anya and Damian grow up they get married and live happily ever after the end ✨✨

This idea just came to me tho so more bits and pieces may be added later on. I also struggled a bit with this one ahshshs it was hard placing roles since they were both perfect for both but in the end Anya turned out to be a better Peter lmao.

Like I said might add things to this later since rn it’s 3:40 am oop

[diesoonandsuffer]

my thoughts on the search for spock

i’m basically just gonna paste my letterboxd review here because i ain’t typing all that again.

now that's what i'm talkin' about!!!!!! this is my favorite out of the TOS movies so far, which is surprising to me. maybe because wrath of khan was hyped so insanely i was certain it would have to be my favorite. but this just shows you should always form your own opinion.

one reason i like this is because it goes into both a lot of tropes in general i love and also things i enjoy about TOS specifically. i love how it explores kirk and the enterprise going against the federation; "the word is no. so of course i'm going anyway." and then sulu and the rest immediately ready to help......all of them ready to sacrifice their careers for spock and to an extension mccoy....YEAH BABEY!!! this is a TEAM! this is a FOUND FAMILY!!! they are MENACES they are a WORKING UNIT i LOVE THEM. i loved that sulu and uhura got their own little badass moments, i wish we had more of both but i'll take it. the whole scene of them stealing the ship was great. i love that crew.

a complain some people seem to have about this movie is that its a big retcon. this is true but also the end of wrath of khan literally said that spock's death was going to be retconned. it was all but confirmed. and i was genuinely curious as to how they were going to explain it, and as reasonings go this one really wasn't that crazy. i LOVED the merging of personalities in bones and spock. once i realized what was happening i was like :o it was great. genesis being just a weapon is actually something i like. it was so.......GRAND and godlike in khan something about it didn't sit right. i liked how this movie explored the corruptedness of the process, the pitfalls in the structure of the federation, etc. in terms of some of it being david's fault and him dying, i don't care. i will agree that setting up a son for kirk and then killing him is an odd choice but honestly? it's kind of funny. but also i do think shatner acted well in that scene. i don't much care for the man but i think people shit on his acting too much.

the only thing i really didn't like in this movie was the saavik and spock pon farr thing. now i don't know if this comes up in other movies and is developed more or if it only happens here. i pray to god it only happens here. i really liked saavik as a character in wrath of khan, i know she didn't do much but like i said last time the foundation was good. i'm glad she got to do things in this movie at least but she didn't really get a character arc or journey at all, she just...imprinted? i don't know the term but she did a version of pon farr with spock to help him as he was rapidly aging. i found it very creepy for a number of reasons. number 1 spock was a parental figure for her in wrath of khan and number 2 at that moment in the movie she is now sort of a parental figure to him. i think exploring the reversal of their parental roles could have been fun but they said no lets make it weird. whatever. i was so scared that for a little bit after that i was sort of cautiously and anxiously watching the movie but now that i know it was so minor, i can enjoy it fully next time.

and lastly i do think its interesting how spock is really not in this movie that much and yet i still like it! a part of me was irrationally scared that i only enjoyed star trek for spock even though i knew that wasn't true. and even though this movie was centered around him, as a character he showed up very little, really only in bursts through bones. so this movie, even though it is about spock, weirdly serves as proof that you don't need spock to be in the movie heavily for it to be good. other people would use this as proof for the reverse but i disagree.

also this was very gay. it had to be said. i can't believe i typed this much but i had a lot to say because i clearly enjoyed this movie a lot.

(OH i just remembered klingons. i was happy they were back. it felt weird that they had been forgotten.)

[jojo0039]

*Treasure and Secrets* The Coastal Venture Part 2 Finale

JJ refuses to let go of Jo as they try to figure out a plan. "So you guys seriously didn't grab anything? Not one single gun?" JJ scoffs. "We tried okay. I got attacked." John B answers. "This is why I should've gone." JJ argues. "Let me get this straight. You four, with no weapons decided you were gonna hijack this tramp steamer on your own to rescue two people? Do you have any idea who these people are? Eberhimi, if he catches you, he's gonna kill you." Cleo tells them. Jo feels JJ's grip tighten on her. "Okay. What about waiting until we get to port? At least then, if something goes wrong, we have a place to run." Kie suggests. "No." Pope shakes his head. "Why not?" she asks. "I've run this scenario in my head over 1,000 times. Our best chances are on this ship. There are 15 crew members and six of us. Three-to-one odds. That's the best it's gonna get! If we wait for them to port they're just gonna trap us." Pope argues with Kie. "We have no chance." Kie argues back. "Guys, there's something else too." John B starts. "Ward is alive." he tells them. "What?" "You have got to be kidding me!" "Are you serious?" "He's right. I've seen him. It was all staged. The boat blowing up and his confession to Shoupe. It was all to clear Rafe's name." Jo informs them. "Think about it. He goes onto the Druthers. And what does he have on the Druthers?" John B rhetorically asks. "Scuba gear." Kie answers. "Bingo. I heard it from him directly." Jo comments. "This is bullshit! These Camerons can't keep taking things that aren't theirs to take. Ward took the gold. Rafe took the cross. They both took Sarah and Jo. We can't keep letting them get away with this shit!" JJ exclaims. "I agree. Let's do it." John B agrees. "With her-" He points to Cleo. "We're gonna take the bridge, and we're gonna take it right now. Are you guys with me?" JJ asks. "I'm with you." John B says. "I'm with you, and I wanna be the one to take the bridge." Pope states. "That's what I'm talking about." JJ gets hyped up. Cleo starts laughing. "He's gonna take the bridge? He couldn't even take me." Cleo insults. "Ok, first of all, I was going easy on you." Pope argues. "HA! I was going easy on you!" Cleo argues back. "Everybody needs to be quiet! They're gonna hear us." Jo pushes Cleo and Pope away from each other. "If you're really with us, if we use that knife, we can go up into the bridge and hold it up against the captain's neck. We get on the intercom and make him tell the rest of the crew to meet up in the forward hull. Once they're in the same place, bam, we lock them in there. Then we take back what's ours." JJ finishes his plan. "You know for once one of JJ's crazy plans might actually work for once." Jo comments. "Hell yeah, I'm down." Pope states. "We just have a problem, Rafe. There is no way he's going to listen. Not when I'm missing. He's gonna be hunting my ass down." Jo tells them. "Then, he will get taken down like the dog he is." JJ comments. They hear men coming up onto the container. "Alright, let's check this one." Cleo quickly climbs out and tells the men that the container has been checked. Pope then climbs out and tells them to wait for his signal. They sit in silence until they hear the captain over the intercom telling the crew and passengers to go to the forward hull. "They did it!" "Alright, we gotta split up. Once they're in the hull, Kie and I will lock them inside." JJ says. "Jo and I will find Sarah and get the lifeboat." John B says. "I'll go keep a look out for Rafe while helping you search for Sarah." Jo tells them. "No, out of the question. You're not going anywhere near that psycho ever again!" JJ argues. Jo grabs his face. "Listen to me, whether you wanna believe it or not I am the only one that can keep a handle on Rafe. I am the only one on this ship that's protected from him. He's gonna be unstable and lurking around looking for a fight. I can talk him down so he doesn't get in the way." She speaks firmly and calmly to JJ. He shakes his head. "We just got you back. I just got you back! I can't lose you again." he admits to her. "Look at me, whatever happens, just know that I love you." she tells him. "I love you too." He pulls her into a kiss. "Are you lovebirds done now? Can we finish the plan please?" John B ruins their moment. Jo flips him off. "What's the rest of the plan?" she asks. "We all meet up at the lifeboat, load the cross and get outta here." Kie finishes. "Alright, let's roll." They do their Pogue handshake. They climb out of the hole and split up.                                       ******************************** Jo quickly rushes back to the room that she was in with Rafe. She opens the door. "Rafe!?" she calls out. She doesn't see him so she quickly leaves the room. She runs to the room where Sarah was being held. She opens the door. "Sarah?!" she calls out again. She doesn't see her. She leaves the room and tries to open other doors. "Sarah!" She climbs down to the machine room. "Sarah!" She hears movement and runs towards it. She sees Rafe swinging a gaff hook at John B. "Rafe!" Jo slams her body into Rafe's knocking him away from John B. "Run!" John B stands up. He hesitates waiting for Jo. Rafe stands back up and glares at her. He chuckles darkly. "I knew you were gonna do this! You have always chosen them over me!" he shouts at her. She shakes her head. "They're my family! How dare you make me choose! You wanna know why it's never been you? This is why!" Rafe shouts in anger as he swings the gaff at John B. John B pushes Jo out of the way and jumps back. "Rafe stop!" Jo grabs onto the gaff hook and tries to take it. "Let go Joanna!" He manages to get the upper hand and push her away from him. "John B run!" Rafe swings the gaff hook again at John B. Jo grabs for it again and uses her strength to push Rafe into one of the machines. He falls to the ground in pain. "Run!" John B starts climbing up the steps with Jo behind him. Rafe grabs her foot and pulls her back down. She swings her fist, but he grabs her wrist slamming it to the ground. "Stop! Why are you always defending them? I'm trying to do what's best for you!" He grabs a rubber belt and ties her wrists together. "I'm doing this for your own good." he grabs her and picks her up. He throws her over his shoulder. "Let go of me, Rafe! You can't keep doing this to me!" He hauls her back up and carries her back to the room they were in. He throws her down on the bed. She struggles against him. "Stay here." He quickly leaves the room and locks the door. She struggles against the binds, until they finally come loose and she unties herself. "Help!" She bangs against the door. "Somebody! Help!" She shouts as she continues to bang on the door. She quickly searches the room for something to use. She finds a knife and grabs it. The door opens and she quickly holds the knife in front of her. "Whoa! Easy girl." She recognizes Cleo's voice and lowers the knife. "Come on. We gotta get to Pope." Jo follows behind Cleo and runs out of the room.                                                ******************************** They make it to the top deck to see Pope operating the crane. "Hey!" Cleo shouts. "Send it up Pope! You got this!" Jo shouts to him. "Did John B get the lifeboat?" Pope shouts to them. "Haven't seen him!" Cleo shouts. "He's still looking for Sarah! I just had to battle Rafe away from him!" Jo shouts back. "You need to find Sarah!" Pope shouts as he continues to operate the crane. The crane lifts the cross up above the deck. "Wow." Cleo comments in awe. "I know it's beautiful." Jo smiles at her. The end of the rope appears and Jo and Cleo grab onto it. "Pope, move it more that way!" Cleo shouts the instruction as she points to her right. "Over the water!" Jo shouts. "I'm moving!" Pope shouts. "To the right!" 'Come on!" The girls shout at him. They hear gunshots and Pope is being shot at. "Drop the line!" Pope shouts to them. "What?" "Why?" "Just do it! We're pinched!" Pope shouts to them. Jo locks eyes with Cleo and they drop the line together. "No!" Rafe runs past them and grabs the line. "What the hell are you doing Rafe?!" She watches as the cross falls into the water and Rafe struggles to hold onto it. The rope pulls him to the end of the ship. Pope climbs out from the top of the crane. "Pope, we gotta go! Come on!" Jo shouts. Pope jumps down from the crane. "Come on! Help me!" Rafe shouts struggling to hold the cross. He sees that Jo is about to jump with Cleo and freaks out. "Somebody grab her!" Before Jo can start to run, she is grabbed and thrown down onto the floor. "No!" Pope shouts seeing what just happened before he jumps in the water after Cleo. "Let go of me!" Jo struggles against the guy holding her.  John B and Sarah pull up on the lifeboat towards Pope and Cleo. They pull them into the boat. "Where are JJ, Jo, and Kie?" John B asks them. "I don't know where JJ and Kie are, but Jo got grabbed. She didn't make it with us." Pope tells them. "No." Sarah sounds devastated. "We gotta find Kie and JJ! We'll try to get Jo after we get them." John B drives the boat around to the other side. They find Kie and JJ in the water. "Help!" Kie shouts holding JJ up. Pope and John B help get Kie and JJ into the boat. "Where's Jo?" JJ asks frantically. "She got grabbed. She's still on the ship!" Pope tells him. "We need to go get her!" JJ tries to jump back in the water. John B and Pope hold him back. "We can't! We'll have to find a way to get her later!." John B pushes him back to sit down. "I can't leave her there with him!" JJ shouts. "Rafe is not gonna hurt her. We'll figure out how to get her away from him." Sarah tries to reason with JJ. The engine in the lifeboat starts sputtering and quits working. "What's going on? Get it started John B!" Kie shouts. "I'm trying!" Sarah looks up and sees Rafe holding up a rifle pointing at them. She gasps. "Guys we gotta go! He's aiming right at us!" she shouts scared. Jo is still struggling and manages to push the man off of her. "Get away from me!" She kicks the guy and punches him in the face. She manages to stand up and sees Rafe with the gun pointing at her friends. She makes up her mind and runs to him. "Rafe stop please!" she begs him. He ignores her and gets the boat in his line of sight. "I'll stay. I choose you Rafe." she firmly tells him. He looks at her with wide hopeful eyes. "What did you say?" he asks. "Let them get away. Leave them alone. I won't fight you. I won't try to run. You'll have me completely. I am yours. You were right. I still love you." She tells him as she places her hand on the rifle lowering it. "Say it again." he says pulling her against him. "I choose you, Rafe. I love you." She pulls his head down and connects their lips. She kisses him passionately. He kisses her back with just as much passion. They finally pull away from each other and she looks over the boat. Her friends are still close and figuring out what she is doing. "Go! Get out of here!" she shouts to them. Everyone is looking at her with wide eyes and JJ's heart breaks. John B finally gets the engine to start and they take off. Jo watches as the crew lifts the cross back onto the ship. Jo watches as her friends ride off on the boat. Rafe wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her against him. "Get this back in the crate." he orders.                                                  ************************** Jo is standing in the room that she woke up in staring out the window. Rafe left her in there saying that he wanted to make sure his dad was taken care of. She feels tears fall down her face. She looks down at her wrist that has a small P4L tattooed on the inside of her wrist that JJ inked into her skin. She is completely heartbroken at having to stay behind and let her friends get away, but she did that because she loves them and doesn't want them to get hurt. She hears the door softly open and Rafe walks inside. "Hey." he greets. She quickly wipes the tears from her eyes. "How's Ward?" she asks him. "He's stable. There is gonna be a doctor waiting when we dock." he tells her. She just nods her head and he steps closer to her. He takes her face softly in his hands and tilts her face up to meet his eyes. "I know why you decided to stay. But I don't care about that. You chose me, and I'm not gonna let you regret it. I gonna step up and take care of this family while my dad is down." He takes the gold ring that he is always wearing off and places it on her left ring finger. She freezes in shock. "What are you doing?" she asks him weakly. "This is my promise to you that I'm gonna be a better man. I'm gonna be better for you because you are the most important person in my life. I am gonna keep proving that to you every day." he promises to her sincerely. "I love you." He leans down and connects their lips together. She feels herself kissing him back as she wraps her arms around his neck. "I love you too Rafe." She speaks against his lips. He gives her a wide genuine smile. She hasn't seen him smile like that in such a long time. It makes her heart flutter. "You make the voices in my head calm. They're not so loud." he confesses to her. "I'm glad I can finally help you get better Rafe. Maybe with us being away you can get the help that you need and finally be calm." she suggests to him. "I'll agree to whatever help you want me to get. Just don't leave me." She shakes her head at him overwhelmed at the vulnerability in his voice. "I won't do that. I'll stay with you as long as you want me to." she tells him. He gives her another smile. "Good."                                           ********************************* The Pogues find their way onto an abandoned island. "We need to get back out there! I can't just leave Jo to stay with that psycho!" JJ argues with the group. "I know how you're feeling JJ. I want more than anything for her to be here with us. She stayed so Rafe wouldn't shoot at us. We won't leave her there with him forever. Okay? We will find a way to get her away from him." John B promises. "He won't hurt her JJ. Okay, he loves her in his own twisted way. If it brings you any peace know that he won't hurt her." Sarah tries to reason. "I love her. I just got her back. I feel like a piece of me is missing." he confesses to them. "I know how you feel. But look, I know where they're gonna be.  When we get off this island we can go find them and storm the castle and rescue her." Sarah says. "Yea man, we're Pogues. We save our own and right now Jo needs to be saved." Pope comments. "From what I got of Jo she is a very strong girl. She will be fine man." Cleo states. "Yea, come on Jayj. We'll get her back. I promise." Kie says. "We're pogues. P4L dude." John B sticks his fist toward JJ. "P4L man." JJ bumps fists with John B. "P4L!" The rest of the pogues bump fists together. Jo sacrificed herself for her friends. They will make sure they get her back.                                 *************************** Buzz pulls the car up to the small shack that is right on the water. He gets out of the car and opens the back door and Carla steps out. He holds the gate open for her and they walk up to the front door. He knocks on the door and a man answers. Carla holds up an envelope that has the wheat symbol on it. The man moves out of the way and lets them through. "Where is he?" Carla asks. "He's out back." the man answers. Buzz and Carla make their way out onto the back deck. They see a man sitting on a rocking chair with a blanket draped over him. "She finally got to you too huh?" the man speaks. He turns around and reveals himself to be Big John Routledge. "How are you doing Bud?" Buzz asks him. "I've been better." John responds. "What are you doing here?" he asks them. "We need your help." Buzz answers him.

This is the end of Treasure and Secrets!!!

Follow Joanna’s story in book 3 Pogue for Life! Coming soon!

[spideyharrington]

Deadly Favors

summary: (tried to do g/n!reader) theseus asks you to help in the fight against grindelwald. inspired by this request, “omg so you do write for theseus? ive been looking for someone who did it for ages.can i request a one shot too? however your imagination goes its fine as long as its set in sod thank you if youll do it ❤️”

warnings: MINOR SOD SPOILERS (a brief scene from the movie. shouldn’t give anything away though really. it’d just tell you that one small thing happens), kinda angst but i did not make it very long at all lol, hurt y/n but nothing very detailed, theseus being hard on himself, trying to push y/n away, fluff ending i promise

A/N: i hope the anon who requested this likes where i took it. and i hope anyone else reading enjoys as well :)

also why have both my Theseus fics so far been like my longest fics 😵‍💫

word count: 2k

Newt had already gotten a small crew together to help in their big plan against Grindelwald, but Theseus had one more person up his sleeve. Of course Newt talked it over with Dumbledore and he agreed that the more people they have, the better.

To say you were surprised when Theseus knocked at your door was a massive understatement. You two got along the best out of anyone else at the ministry but you never saw each other outside of work. It actually concerned you to see him at your door.

“Theseus? Is everything okay? Why are you here?” You tried not to nervously ramble out questions, but failed miserably.

Theseus almost changed his mind right then and there. He didn’t wanna drag you into this, but he knew how helpful your powers would be, “I need your help,” you’d never seen this look on him before. It looked… Desperate and almost sad? Like he didn’t want to be asking you for a favor.

After a long explanation of the plan, you agreed to help. Anything to take Grindelwald down. And who are you kidding, you could never say no to Theseus.

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Theseus took you to meet the rest of the group, everyone was so lovely and welcoming. You even got a hug from Newt that threw you off, but made you smile. Theseus did say his brother was a hugger.

After chatting for a bit, Queenie made food for everyone and you all sat at her dining table. You sat next to Theseus, across from Queenie and, for some reason you couldn’t think of, she stared at you an awful lot the entire time.

A few days later, it was time for the biggest part of the plan. There were several identical cases to Newt’s and no one knew which one was the real one. Including Newt himself. The plan was to throw off any of Grindelwald’s fanatics that would be guarding where you were trying to get to.

Thanks to your powers, essentially a very extreme empath, you could tell everyone was a bit nervous, especially Newt. Poor boy was terrified of being away from his creatures, and the simple thought of losing that case made his blood run cold. You walked over to him to give him a hug and whisper reassuring things to him before you grabbed your case and apparated away.

Theseus followed very shortly, squeezing his brothers shoulder and wishing everyone else good luck. Once he arrived, he instantly wanted to look for you. He knew he couldn’t, it wasn’t his task. But he couldn’t help that you were the main thing on his mind. He was so scared that you had the real case and something would happen to you. Then it would be his fault for even dragging you into this in the first place.

You went towards your destination, you had already taken out some goons but more were on the way. You tried your damndest to fend them all off and protect that case with your life, but you were simply outnumbered. They were winning. They had shot you against a brick wall, and just as you were starting to pass out, you could’ve sworn you heard Theseus saying your name. But maybe it was your brain trying to comfort you as you passed out.

Theseus continued to his destination, while also trying to find you along the way, but when he did he started to fill with adrenaline. Adrenaline from both fear and anger. He saw you, possibly passed out, against a wall, still managing to clutch the briefcase. He quickly took out the rest of Grindelwald’s guard dogs, as he liked to call them, and ran over to you.

“Y/N? Y/N! Y/N come on. Wake up. Please we need you. Merlin’s sake, I need you. Come on…”

You slowly opened your eyes, “Theseus? Is that actually you or am I in fact dead?” You half joked.

Theseus didn’t laugh, “I’m here. I’m so sorry I-“

“Theseus. Please spare me the apologies. You didn’t do this, they did.”

“But I’m the one who-“

“Look, I’m alright.”

“If you’re alright, then why are you trying to hide the pained expression on your face?”

“It’s not from any injuries, it’s the intense pain I’m getting from you.”

He looked at you confused.

“You feel so guilty and it’s radiating extremely powerfully. This is probably the strongest feeling I’ve ever gotten off of anyone before. Even Newt’s separation from the case didn’t feel this strong. You have to stop always blaming yourself for everything yknow? Not everything or everyone is your responsibility, Thees.”

The nickname visibly calmed him down a bit, but he didn’t say anything. He just helped you stand up and you both went to your destination together, fighting off goons on the way.

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After the showdown with Grindelwald, you hadn’t heard from Theseus in two months. You knew exactly why, and you tried to reach him. But of course you couldn’t and of course he was never home and be hadn’t been coming into the office. He was likely using up years worth of sick days he never needed. You began to worry you’d never see him again.

Theseus was staying Queenie and Jacob for a bit. If there was one thing he was good at, it was being too hard on himself and taking too much responsibility for things he was barely in control of. Queenie had had enough of him ignoring his other feelings, however.

“Alright, sweetie, you know I love having you here, I really do enjoy your company, but you gotta go,” Theseus looked up, wide eyed and brows raised in shock and confusion at how sudden this was, “you cant ignore Y/N forever you know? You gotta go back and confess at some point.”

“Confess? What do you mean confe-“

“You know I can read minds. Don’t play stupid with me. Usually your kind, brits, are hard for me to read but your thoughts about Y/N are so loud it’s impossible to miss them. And there’s a lot of them in there,” she pointed to his head.

He sat silent for a few seconds, “I messed up,” he admitted looking at the floor.

“How do you believe you messed up? By ignoring your love for so long?”

“No. By not staying out of Y/N’s personal life completely. I should’ve never asked-“

“No, see, you did what you had to honey. You knew that we needed everyone we could get. You weren’t the one who hurt Y/N. Until now. Now you definitely are,” before Theseus could respond and pretend to be confused she added, “Y/N’s in love with you hun. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice. I didn’t even have to read the thoughts. All the signs were right there.”

Theseus turned a bit red. He knew she was right it’s just… He couldn’t get out of his brain that yelled at him to stay away from you.

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Two more months went by and Theseus had finally returned. You learned that he stayed with Queenie and Jacob before staying with Newt for the next couple months. You tried not to be excited at him coming back, but you couldn’t help it. That is, until you saw him and he looked right at you before turning away and waking in the other direction. You swear could still feel the guilt from the other side of the building.

You couldn’t take it anymore after about half an hour and you walked, very determined, to his office. You didn’t even bother knocking, you just walked right in. And clearly caught him off guard.

“Y/N please leave. I have a lot to catch up and I don’t need another lecture right now.”

Completely ignoring his request, you walked up him and grabbed his hand, stopping it from fidgeting with the pen he held. He looked down into your eyes and you felt the battle between comfort and guilt in his head.

“You can’t keep ignoring me, Scamander,” you only called him by his last name when you desperately needed him to pay attention to you, “do you even realize that this hurts so much worse than the mild concussion I had from Grindelwald’s men?” You searched his eyes for an answer, “really? Are you… Giving me the silent treatment? You realize you’re the one that fucked up and not me right? And no I don’t mean for asking me to help in the fight. I meant with what you did, and what you’re still doing now.”

His eyes began to water ever to slightly, you probably wouldn’t have even noticed if it wasn’t for the sudden wave of extreme sadness you felt. You let go of his hand and wrapped your arms around him. Holding him in a tight embrace. To your surprise, he held you back, rather tightly.

“I’m so sorry. I just- I cant…”

“Get out of your head? Trust me I know. One of my favorite things about you is how much you care. But sometimes you care too much and you put too much pressure on yourself. Shit happens. Shit you cant control. And that’s ok. And even if it is something you can control,” you pulled away to hold his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you, “it’s ok. We all fuck up. But everyone moves on eventually. And look at me, I’m perfectly fine. The fight was won. I got to help, and my injury didn’t last long at all. Everything is ok,” you whispered the last part, moving a rogue curl out of the way of his eye.

“I know you’re alright now, but I should’ve never asked you for such a deadly favor. What if it had been worse? What if you…”

“But I didn’t. Don’t focus on the what ifs. That’s never helped anyone. Focus on the present and what did happen. Sure, it wasn’t perfect and it could’ve been so much worse, but that’s the bright side of what happened. It could’ve been worse, but it wasn’t. We got a pretty good ending don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t exactly say that,” he said so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.

“Why would you say that?” You furrowed your brows and searched his eyes again, you were getting a string feeling from him but it was something you’ve never felt before. You had no clue what it was.

“Well, I think the ideal perfect ending is when the guy gets to kiss the person he’s certain is the love of his life,” his eyes fell to your lips, before meeting your gaze again.

Your face went red and you fell silent, in shock quite honestly, but then you finally said, “well who’s stopping him,” it was your turn to glance at his lips.

He smirked at your response before caressing your cheek with one hand and bonding the back of your neck with his other. He stared into your eyes for what felt like hours. Then it finally happened. He brought his lips to yours in a feverish kiss, only breaking apart from you so you could both breathe.

“Wow,” you breathed, “took you long enough,” You grinned and he shook his head, starting to pull away completely before grabbed him by his tie, pulling him back in for another kiss.

“Maybe you should ask me for ‘deadly favors’ more often. But maybe skip the whole ignoring me afterwards thing?” You softly laughed, realizing it may be too soon.

Luckily he laughed as well, shaking his head once more, “not a chance. You’ll just have to barge into my office more often,” he winked and it was your turn to shake your head at his ridiculousness.

[spideyobsessed]

The “Friendship” Test | T.H

tom holland x actress!reader

Synopsis: You and Tom take Glamour’s friendship test

“Hey guys! I’m Y/n L/n.” Tom jokes to start off the video.

You’re a bit thrown by what he says, but you’re quick to recover.

“And I’m Sir Thomas Stanley Holland.” You joke as well in the worst possible British accent.

“Wow, my government name? Really?” Tom can’t help but laugh.

“And today, we are going to be taking the friendship test.” You chuckle along with him while finishing the introduction.

Exercise One

“For three bloody minutes?! How the hell are we supposed to do that?” Tom exclaims once the crew explains what the first exercise of the friendship test is.

You dramatically place a hand over your heart, “It won’t kill you to look into my eyes for three minutes!”

A split second of genuine fear flashes across the brit’s face. “No no no! That’s not what I meant! I was just wondering how we are going to keep our eyes open for three whole minutes.”

You drop the act and bust out with a loud cackle. “Tom, I’m pretty sure we can blink.” You wipe a tear of laughter that slipped from your eye and look towards the crew, “Right?”

“Yes, you can blink. Face each other and we’ll start the time.”

The two of you do as they say and face one another, officially starting the three minutes.

You almost immediately come to realize how difficult this might actually be. You try suppressing the smile that’s plastered on your face, but it’s no use. Meanwhile, Tom’s cheeks are already turning a light shade of pink.

A minute goes by.

“Damn, this is hard.” Tom says exactly what you’re thinking.

You nod in agreement and let out a small snicker.

“You have pretty eyes though.” You compliment him, hoping it’ll make the tension die down.

“I really don’t, but you have a pretty face.” He compliments right back.

The tension is here to stay.

“You’re not wrong.” You chuckle, not knowing what else to say.

“Oh, confident too!” He teases with a wink that sends flutters through your chest and stomach.

Tom flirting around with you is something that you have grown accustomed to. It always has the same affect on you. However, there’s just something about the blinding white lights, an entire set crew, and the multiple cameras pointed right at your face that amplifies the bashfulness he makes you feel.

Being the stubborn person you are, there’s no way you’re going to let it show. You play along, “I have to be as confident as possible if I’m going to be standing next to all of this.”

You take a slight step forward and brush your fingertips against his muscular bicep.

The two of you begin to die laughing, but never once breaking the, now soothing, eye contact.

“And that’s time.” You hear a voice call from beyond the cameras. “How was that guys?”

You and Tom face the front again as he takes the lead, “It was actually very difficult at first! I don’t know if I’ve ever stared directly into her eyes for that long, but I quite enjoyed it.”

“I agree! It’s a very intimate act and it’s very awkward to do for so long while being filmed, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” You add on to Tom’s statement before the producers move on.

Exercise Two

“This one is going to be easy.” “Too easy!” You and Tom scoff upon hearing the second exercise..

Complimenting each other.

“I literally compliment her like ten times a day.” Tom says as he’s being handed a pen and notebook.

You grin at his words. He’s being 100% truthful about that. There has not been a single time the pair of you were in the same room and Tom failed to compliment you. Even if it was in a subtle way, you always noticed.

“I get a compliment once a month, but that’s okay I suppose.” He looks at the camera and shrugs, resulting in you smacking his arm with your notepad.

“That is a total lie.” You roll your eyes and start to write down your compliments.

Tom looks back at the camera when you’re distracted and silently mouths the words, “It’s true.”

A couple of minutes go by as you and Tom write when finally, “Okay guys, face one another and read the compliments out loud.”

You both follow the instructions.

You let out a deep breath and look at Tom. “I’ll go first.”

He doesn’t protest and let’s you take the stage.

You straighten your posture and clear your throat, “Thomas...” You glance up from your notepad and make eye contact with your favorite costar. A snort escapes from you, causing Tom to crack up as well.

“Okay okay seriously.” You clear your throat once more and start over.

“I admire the way you can completely light up a room all on your own. I’ve never met anyone as charismatic and sweet as you. I also admire your many, many abilities. The talent you have is incredible and I’m so lucky that I get to experience it firsthand. You inspire me to be better, both as an actress and as a person. You are definitely someone I want in my life forever.” You read off of the piece of paper while nervously rocking back and forth on your feet.

You finally look up at Tom, who is standing there with a tight lipped smile and teary eyes. You almost forgot how much of a softie he is.

“My turn?” He asks so quietly, you’ll be surprised if the mic picked up his voice.

“Umm...” You hum. You take another quick glance at your paper before saying, “One more thing. I really really like your curls. Stop slicking them down pretty please.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle as a tear manages to slip down his face.

Not wanting to draw too much attention to the fact that you made him tear up, you quietly step closer to him and gently wipe his cheek with your thumb. A warm smile on both of your faces.

“Your turn.”

He sniffles and locks eyes with you. “Darling, if anyone is lucky around here, it’s me. From working on set to late night ice cream runs to chatting on the phone for hours on end, you are someone I can wholeheartedly call my best friend.”

Tom turns his head towards the main camera, “Sorry Haz.” You let out a chuckle as he continues.

“If you could see yourself through my eyes, you would never doubt yourself again. Your acting abilities are beyond this planet, and I have so much I could learn from you. You’re beautiful, talented, kind, and I guess you’re pretty funny sometimes. Being around you is a blessing. You are one of a kind, Y/n L/n. I hope you never forget that.” He finally finishes.

You release a shaky breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. From the second he started speaking, you realized he never once looked at his card. He’s an amazing actor so memorizing lines is second nature to him, but you don’t think he just repeated what he wrote on paper. The words he was speaking were coming from his heart.

You feel that your face is wet, telling you that you are absolutely crying right now. Remembering you’re on camera, you look at the set crew. “Phew, I’m glad I went first. I wouldn’t have topped that.”

The crew chuckles along with you and Tom, some of them have tears in their eyes as well. You fan your face, trying not to ruin your makeup.

Tom reaches over and rubs a few small circles on your back. While someone collects your pens and notepads, Tom leans down right next to your ear. “You even look beautiful when you’re crying.” He whispers for only you to hear.

You smile at him and whisper a small, “Thank you.” Your hand makes its way to his and you give him a slight squeeze. He returns the gesture before quickly leaning down and pecking your cheek.

“You two seem to be incredibly close with one another.” You hear the female producer say.

Tom takes the lead for a second time as you recollect yourself. “That is correct, we’ve always been very close. We met at the Emmy Awards after party and clicked immediately. Then we eventually got to be in a film together. And then another film and another film and we even get to be love interests in our new film, Spider-man: Far From Home, in theaters now.” He slips in a shameless movie promo.

He chuckles lightly at his behavior before continuing, “But yeah, Y/n has always been a person I enjoy being around. We’ve always been close.”

“Is it like a brother/sister type of relationship?” Another producer asks.

“Oh god, no.” You suddenly chime in, receiving a roar of laughter from everyone.

“I don’t think your brother or sister is someone you kiss on camera everyday, but I have to agree with Tom. I don’t really know why, but we’ve always been drawn to one another. And luckily, you can see the depth of our chemistry on the big screen. I’m genuinely very thankful for him.”

Exercise Three

“This last one is pretty quick and simple. You guys will be trust falling.”

“Oh no.” Tom groans.

You snap your head towards him and let out a gasp. “What is that supposed to mean?” You cry.

“It means I’m about to smack onto the ground!” He laughs and begins to study the floor beneath him.

“Well then I guess we fail the test because Tom doesn’t trust me.” You speak to the camera in front of you.

“I do trust you! I just don’t trust your strength.” He explains as he pokes your arm.

You swat his hand away. “Zero faith! I got it!” You whine.

“Okay love, you got it.” He agrees with you, only to once again turn to the camera when you aren’t looking and shakes his head no.

You get in position and make an X over your chest with your arms. From behind you, you hear a loud clap and your costar’s hands rubbing together.

“You better catch me, Tom.” You warn, side eyeing him.

“Look who’s having trust issues now! C’mon, Y/n, I’m Spider-man” He brags, flashing a charming smile at the camera.

“You are absolutely right! What was I thinking?” and with that, you close your eyes and let your body start falling towards the earth.

A bit thrown by how easily you gave in, Tom let’s out a loud gasp before thrusting himself forward. You feel a drop in your stomach similar to the feeling of being on a rollercoaster. Because of how quickly it all happened, it was a seriously close call.

You open your eyes to find yourself about a foot above the ground, Tom in a very low lunging position. Every person in the room has wide eyes and dropped jaws.

You smirk, “Thanks Spidey.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome. Get up!” Tom grunts, the combination of holding you up and squatting incredibly low to the ground already taking a toll on him.

You chuckle before helping Tom get you back on your feet. “That was so fun! I wanna do it again.”

With your arms outstretched to the sides, you let yourself fall back again. After only a few milliseconds of falling, you feel the impact on your back hitting Tom’s chest. “Y/n, you’re psycho. Don’t do that when I’m not ready!” Tom says in a semi serious tone.

“Oh my god, I’m okay! I trust your Peter tingle.” You laugh at your own joke as you switch positions, Tom now in front of you.

Ignoring your comment, Tom prepares for his trust fall. “Are you sure you can handle my weight?” He asks once more.

“Duh. You just bought yourself a ticket to the gun show, baby.” You flex your biceps to the camera. There’s barely anything there, but the truth is you don’t actually know if you can carry Tom. Luckily, ‘fake it til you make it’ is basically your life motto.

Tom chuckles warmly at the sight of you being silly for the camera. The two of you make eye contact again. For some reason, it feels more intense than it did about 10 minutes ago during the first exercise. You slowly lower your arm and reciprocate his smile.

‘Shoot, we’re still on camera.’ You thought to yourself.

You recover by saying, “Want me to count you down?”

Tom answers by wordlessly nodding his head and turning his back towards you. “I trust you.” He says sincerely.

The smile returns to your face when you hear those three little words. You begin to count, “Three...two...one!”

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You laugh loudly from your bed while you watch your Glamour video. It’s been two weeks since you and Tom filmed this, and it was just uploaded earlier today.

After you counted down, Tom let his body go and started to descend to the floor. It would’ve gone great, if he fell the right way.

You laugh to yourself again as you watch the brunette boy fall forward instead of backward. You remember every detail of this like it was yesterday.

Momentary shock courses through your body before instinct kicks in. You manage to grab a handful of Tom’s shirt with one hand and firmly grasp his upper arm with your other hand.

However, just as you suspected, you were unable to carry his weight. At least not while he was hurdling forward!

You strain every muscle in your arms, legs, and core, but it was useless. The two of you slightly shift to the side before you both crash onto the floor. You both groan, but soon begin to laugh uncontrollably. Then you groan some more.

“What are you laughing about in here?” You hear a voice coming from the bathroom connected to your room.

You look up to see your boyfriend wrapped in a white towel hanging from his hips. His hair is soaked, droplets of water dripping down his face and bare chest. The steam from behind him only adding to the effect.

He never fails to leave you speechless. A low chuckle leaves his lips, knowing full and well what he’s doing to you. Finally, you snap out of it and answer his question.

“I’m watching the Glamour video we filmed a couple of weeks ago. You’re such an idiot, Tom. I can’t believe you let yourself fall the wrong way!” You snicker, replaying that part of the video.

Tom sits next to you on the bed, watching and laughing along with you. “You still caught me!”

“But we ended up on the ground.” You look up at him and to no surprise, he’s already looking at you.

“But you still caught me.” Tom says slower this time, leaning down and connecting his lips with yours. The taste of minty toothpaste dances on your tongue as you kiss him back.

“I’m happy I fell for you.” He says.

You can feel your cheeks heating up, so your first instinct is to deflect. “Yuck, you’re so cheesy!”

“True, but don’t forget you fell for me too, darling.” Tom brags and places a quick kiss on your temple.

You close your laptop and turn to fully face him. “Do you think people will be able to tell we were already dating when we took this, uh, friendship test?”

“Without a doubt in my mind.” He says bluntly. “I can just see the tweets now.”

You both chuckle, knowing your little year long secret is most likely coming to an end soon. You know Tom doesn’t mind though. Surprisingly, he wanted to be exclusive from the start. You just weren’t there yet.

Although it’s something you’ve worried about for months, it doesn’t seem to be a big deal anymore. The love you have for Tom has officially outgrown the fear of ridicule and judgement.

“Good.” You affirm. “I think it’s about time we show the world how much we love each other.”

Now it’s your turn to initiate a breathtaking kiss. The two of you let this go on for about three minutes (ironically) before you pull away. “I’m gonna take a shower, baby.”

Tom scoffs, “Without me?!”

“You just took one!” You laugh and shake your head at your boyfriends usual antics.

“Well I actually might’ve missed a few spots on my back, and I could really use your help. Plus, it would save some water! This is such a good idea, Y/n. I’ll race you there!” He pushes out in one breath before retreating back into the steamy bathroom.

The corners of your lips curve into a wide grin. You can’t believe this is your life, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

At the sound of the shower nozzle turning, you quickly rip the covers off of your legs before fast walking towards the bathroom.

“You better not have used all of my favorite body wash, Tom!”

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Here’s the Tom Holland one shot as promised! This is just a small filler since I haven’t quite gotten the chance to write chapter 2 of Before It’s Too Late.

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Harry is predictable.

He falls into the same patterns during every tour since he was on the Up All Night with One Direction.

The excitement that comes with the first couple of shows begins to fade as he starts his world wide tour that doesn’t end for nearly eight months.

His constant adrenaline wears off and his exhaustion from not having toured in two years settles deep in his bones.

YN senses it from a mile away, has nearly eleven years experience dealing with her jet-lagged, exhausted, and stubborn husband.

It hits the day of the Philadelphia show, they got in late the night before, and YN always set her alarm for seven thirty in the morning to workout.

Ninety-five percent of the time, Harry got up with her and they either did a jog around the new city or they took advantage of the in-hotel gym.

Four percent of the time, he would whine and tug the comforter over his head, whimpering, “M’too tired, baby. Stay in bed w’me.”

And then the one percent, which was today.

The alarm emits a low, constant beep that rouses YN, in the time she takes to rub her eye and come back into reality - Harry hisses with a sharp edge, “Turn tha’ fuckin’ thing off.”

She bites her tongue at his tone, reaching to turn it off but she can already tell what day they’re going to have.

YN slips out from under the covers and automatically gets a comment from her husband, it another whiney demand, “Cover m’feet, y’too the blanket off them.”

“Yes, your majesty,” YN replies reproachfully, rearranging the blankets before quietly moving around the room to change.

“Stop makin’ so much noise.”

“Turn off tha’ light.”

“S’too early f’this, d’you not care that m’tired?”

She chooses to ignore the remarks, hoping that he can sleep off the attitude.

When YN is about to leave, he grumbles, “Y’need to kiss me goodbye.”

Harry purses his lips for a soft kiss, not moving a muscle, and after that - she leaves to head down to the gym.

YN is required a body guard, definitely when she isn’t with Harry or a group of people, and she decided not to follow those rules today.

She had her TPWK water bottle in hand, a cute workout set on ***, and her AirPods tucked in her ear with some Spice Girls playing.

It’s only about twenty minutes into her exercise, a light jog on the treadmill, that a young girl slips up beside the machine.

YN is kind, stopping the belt to smile for a selfie before the girl scampers off and she resumes her run - music blasting.

However, what YN didn’t know, is that fans had found out early in the morning which hotel they where at and a hoard was rushing towards the small gym.

It’s not even ten minutes later when a swarm of fans in rushing into the work area, lining up around her machine with their phones flashing and recording.

She tries to be nice, “Hey! Uh, I’m just trying to workout. I’m sorry, but no pictures please.”

Then there is loud protest and people shoving each other, begging and pleading for a selfie or for her to sign something - all because she was Harry’s wife.

There is literally no exit to escape to, so she relents and anxiously calls Frank - one of the body guards - to come retrieve her.

-

The whole way back up to her hotel room, Frank is lecturing her about safety and how she could have gotten hurt.

And when he scans the keycard for her hotel room, she feels her stomach drop because Harry is sat against the kitchen counter.

His brown locks are rumpled and going every which way, just in his briefs that are low on his narrow hips, and absolutely irate expression on his face.

“Are y’fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Harry snaps, brow furrowed and jaw clenched - his arms were crossed tightly against his chest.

“Good morning to you, sunshine,” YN mutters, shutting the door and kicking off her tennis shoes to the side.

“Don’t,” Harry replies sourly, “Please explain t’me why I get woken up by Frank to be told y’getting mobbed in the gym? And y’didn’t to call him.”

YN bristles at his tone, giving him a pointed look as she steps further into the room, “It’s not a big deal. I just wasn’t thinking.”

“Y’right about that, y’weren’t thinkin’. It is a big deal, y’could have gotten hurt - shouldn’t have t’babysit m’own wife,” Harry huffs, stomping back over to the bed and sliding back under the covers.

“You better watch your tone-“

They’re interrupted with a knock to their door, Harry throws the covers over his head and leaves YN to open the door.

It’s Jeff, who barges in with a coffee in one hand, “Come on, H. Did you forget? You have soundcheck early today and then you have to meet with FullStop to review the details of that new merchandise contract.”

“No, move it,” The popstar groans, muffled from the heavy blankets over him, and his manager and wife give each other a knowing look.

“We can’t. Get up, we need to leave in fifteen,” Jeff replies casually, unbothered as he sips from his to-go mug.

It has Harry dramatically ripping off the covers and getting out of bed, as he charges off towards the bathroom, he shouts backwards, “Wish someone would have fuckin’ told me! Like m’manager or m’wife!”

“Oh my god, here we go,” YN groans quietly to Jeff, snatching up the few things she needs for the venue as well as Harry’s and shoving them in his duffle.

He comes out a few moments later, dressed in running shorts and a vintage Queen shirt - going to tug on his Nikes without a word to either.

But in true Harry fashion, even when he’s mad, he’s still a gentleman. He slips the duffle off his wife’s shoulder so she doesn’t have to carry it.

“Thank you,” She murmurs but he avoids eye contact, being the first to open the hotel room and trudge towards the awaiting car.

It’s a quiet ride, Harry looks out the window with a deep frown and puffy eyes - eyes heavy from the lack of sleep.

Usually, he’d be curled into YN - snuggling as close as possible and asking for her to pet his hair to soothe him.

Not today. But he does have his hand on her thigh.

There’s already fans at the arena and Harry doesn’t acknowledge them - keeps his head down and walks quickly into the private entrance past the barricades.

When a irritated fan screams, “Asshole! We waited all night here for you!”

YN watches as Harry goes to turn, to say something but she pushes him forward through the door to prevent him from doing something he’d regret when wasn’t in a foul mood.

They manage through the long hallways, filled with bustling tour crew, and everybody there to make the show happen.

Sound check isn’t as fun as it usually is, the band stays low-key when Harry does exactly what he needs to do and nothing more.

And after the merch meeting, Harry has reached his limit apparently.

He was so tired, so fucking moody that he couldn’t deal with anymore human interaction.

YN has to step in when she gets a text from Harry Lambert.

Come get your husband. Sarah’s Kitchen.

She sighs, excusing herself from hanging out with Jeff and Glenne - she can hear him from the hallway and now she’s finally get irritated.

“I asked for that specific brand. It’s literally one of the only things I’ve asked for on this tour.”

YN takes a deep breathe before stepping in, there are crew trying not to stare as Harry complains to Sarah about something unimportant.

“Harry,” She says flatly, “Come on.”

He snatches his water bottle and follows his wife out without another word, trailing behind until they end up in his dressing room.

“You need to stop. You’re being a literal nightmare today,” YN tells him, watching him as he digs in the duffle.

“Where is m’charger? Did y’not pack it?” He ignores her words.

“I must have forgot. Harry, I know you’re tired but you can’t be treating everyone like-“

Harry pushes back the bag, seething for no reason, “I’ll treat people however the fuck I want!”

“You’re acting like a spoiled popstar right now,” YN replies, attempting to stay level-headed and calm with him.

“S’my show! M’tour!”

“Yes and everyone is here to support you and you’re treating them like shit. Including me, I’m your wife - the one person in the world that’s here for you no matter what and you’re being downright mean.”

“Y’so fuckin’ sensitive,” Harry mutters angrily, digging around to try to find a charger in a different bag.

And…that stung a bit.

When he doesn’t get a response, he looks up and notices how her demeanor had changed - it brings him back to reality for a little bit.

“I’m not going to stay here and be talked to like that because you don’t feel good. I’ll leave you alone because you are being insufferable.”

“Bab-“

YN is already out the door, storming back to Sarah’s kitchen to apologize for her husband’s diva behavior and everyone shrugs her off - knowing it’s not her fault.

She is sat down with the band and a few others when her husband saunters in, he doesn’t look at anyone else as he walks up to his wife.

“Baby, can I talk to you?” He mumbles, his warm hand coming to cup her shoulder.

“Harry,” YN says back, they’ve been together for so long that those words are all she needs to say for him to formulate a response.

“Come nap w’me please, need you. I’ll apologize t’you,” Harry says, his palm encompassing and big on her.

“Harry,” She repeats.

The crew looks on in amusement as Harry huffs, he lifts his head and speaks loudly to the room at once, “I apologize for my behavior. I have no excuse for getting upset like I have been today. I hope you guys can forgive me.”

Everyone assures him that they forgive him, most of them have dealt with actual spoiled celebrities and Harry was just having a bad day (which still really wasn’t that bad.)

“Okay, come on, bunny,” YN agrees, satisfied and can’t help but smile a bit when she stands up and Harry automatically intertwines their fingers to hold her hand.

The sofa in his dressing room folds out to be a bed and they still had hours before the show.

Once they’ve locked the doo and settled down on the mattress - they’re both laying on their sides, facing each other.

“M’sorry, darlin’,” Harry whispers, “I haven’t been very nice t’you today. I was just upset about the gym thing and just being so tired.”

YN hums, combing throwing his fluffy curls with her fingers as his hands explore over her hips and belly like always.

“You always get like this every once in a while on tour, like a little spoiled popstar,” YN says softly, no sharpness in her tone, “You also need to be nice to your wife.”

“M’always nice t’my wife,” He mumbles childishly, leaning forward to nip at her chin, “I am sorry, know tha’ when I act like that it embarrasses you.”

“You’re better than acting like that,” YN reminds him, allowing him to tug her into his warm, now bare chest, “I’m never gonna let you turn into some fame monster. You’re gonna stay the kind, funny, compassionate person I met when I was young.”

And when YN doesn’t get a reply, she glances to see Harry’s eyes shut, mouth slightly parted as he breathes rhythmically and his entire face relaxes as he sleeps.

“Still my boy,” YN murmurs lovingly, nuzzling before letting sleep overtake her.

-

[finelinevogue]

Can you do a concept where harry has a girlfriend who loves to read and she would always tells him about everything she reads and he would listen to her paitently and sometimes ask her to read to him just to hear her talk

yes of course! i'm a hoe for reading and books so this is my dream sort of situation! i'm making up a book by the way. here we go;

You had just finished your most recent chapter when Harry walked into the room.

He was back off tour for a while and he had decided to come home, because unfortunately someone in his crew had tested positive for covid. Harry hadn't been near this person and he was not going to be able to spend 10 days without you next to him, so he came straight home to you after doing lateral flow tests and PCR ones.

“Got the strawb—”

“Sshh!” You shushed Harry as he walked into the room with a plateful of chocolate coated strawberries, per your request, “Noah’s about to kiss Lily!” You squealed, giving your boyfriend once quick glance, before burying your nose back into your book.

You were reading a book recommended to you by thousands of Harry’s fans on Twitter, since they’d found your twitter account dedicated to reading and reviewing books. You would join BookTok, but you and Harry both agreed that TikTok hadn’t been good for your mental health and so had deleted within 3 weeks of downloading it. Harry’s fans were now a huge part of your twitter following and you trusted them with the book recommendations, seeing as you hadn’t read one you’d hated yet.

The current one you were reading was a childhood-best friends, to enemies, to lovers and you were so happy about that because it was in your top-5-favourite-book-tropes. Yes, you had a list - it’s actually more weird if you don’t. You’d been telling Harry all about this book ever since you’d started it and he was just as invested in it as you were, and he wasn’t even reading it properly.

“No way!” Harry exclaimed, putting down the strawberries and rushing to sit on the bed next to you. He leant his head against your shoulder and you rested your head on top of his, before you began explaining what had just happened.

“Right, so Noah just saw one of his best mates talk shit about Lily in front of her and he even shoved her—”

“Dickhead.” Harry inputted.

“—and so obviously Noah went over to do something about it, but ended up getting punched in the face by this supposed ‘best mate’ and got a bloody nose. Lily then goes to the bathroom to calm down, not expecting to lock herself in the same bathroom as Noah who’s already trying to clean the blood. She explains how Noah is cleaning it wrong and offers to help him and now they’re stood really close to one another and he keeps saying nice things and ugh they just have to kiss.”

“No, they need the tension to build up first in order for their first kiss to be proper worth it.” He explained, shaking his head in disagreement with your argument.

“Their first kiss will be worth it regardless. They’ve waited long enough for it.” You sighed, putting your finger in the book as a bookmark and just talking to Harry instead for a bit.

“Do you think we waited long enough?” Harry asked, sitting up and crawling across you so he was sat in between your star-fished out legs. You looked at him for the first time, properly, since he’d walked in the room and you smiled at just how beautiful he was. You couldn’t fault him at all, he was just every perfect ever.

“You kissed me after our third date, honey, but I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.” You replied honestly, that first kiss still igniting fireworks inside your body.

Harry reached his hands forwards and you took his hands in yours. He smiled when your skin touched, the warm feeling so comforting and familiar. You linked your fingers with his and he pulled your arms so you were forced to fall over towards him. Your legs sat around his and you situated yourself in his lap, smiling when his hands snaked around your waist and under your t-shirt to touch your bare skin. You hummed at the touch of his skin to yours and laughed when he pinched your sides into a tickle.

“So you wouldn’t have wanted me to be more like Noah?” Harry asked, clearly insecure that he’d not given you the life of romance that you desired.

“Then you would’ve had to be my enemy?” You rhetorically questioned, moving your hands to the back of his neck to play with the soft curls there. Although Harry had cut his hair short, it was still fluffy enough to roll curls into it with your finger. You enjoyed playing with his hair to calm him down, but also to calm you down too.

“I can be you—”

“Honey,” you interrupted him before he could say anything he may not mean or later regret, “I love reading about romance and the different ways two characters can fall in love, but nothing is better than the romance story we made. I wanted nothing but you and I got that - I got you. Every detail was perfect and you, you were perfect. I love reading about stories like Noah’s and Lily’s, but it’ll never compare to ours. Our story is worth a million romance novels combined.”

“A million? Wow.” Harry spoke to himself, but you heard him enough to laugh at the fact that was the bit of information he picked up on.

“Just love you so much.” You spoke quietly, but Harry turned to see you as you whispered out the words. He smiled when he saw you slightly blush, moving one of his hands up to cup your cheek and brush it softly.

“Times a million?” Harry teased, leaning in closer to you.

“No. Times a billion.” You smiled, before pressing your lips onto his and revelling in the sweet taste of his perfect lips. He was as sweet as sugar, but his kissing was as wild as the jungle. He loved putting all of his passion into your kisses, making sure he pressed his love completely into you. His lips melted with yours and you moved in-sync magically. You moaned when he bit your lip softly and he sighed when you caved in and pulled away.

“Hey!” He whined, leaning in to give you a quick peck, “I was enjoying that.” You laughed at him, leaning in to give him a little kiss to his button nose, before shifting yourself to the top of the bed again and picking up your book.

“Well let’s see if Noah and Lily can do better.”

“Really? You’re choosing the book over me?” Harry asked rhetorically, because yes that’s exactly what you were doing.

“You’re seriously asking me that?” You laughed, opening the page exactly where you’d left it and ready to divulge back into the chaos and heartbreak of your new favourite book.

“You owe me so many kisses for this.” Harry shifted himself up the bed and curled up so his head was resting in your lap, his body tucked into a foetus position and your hand running through his soft locks.

“As many as you want, my love.” You leaned down to kiss the side of his cheek and then began reading again, this time out loud so you and Harry could enjoy the novel together.