#believe in them and let ur first mate save you

[sen-ya]

ok last one for today

[pxtched]

ok so this head has been rotting in my head and i think its time to let it free.

so pirate!miguel stumbles on siren!reader's territory by accident bc his ship got wrecked and he was sorta the only left of his crew (u can change that if u want ofc) and siren!reader saves him cus she wants to know if any other man is gonna come so she can prepare herself for a future attack. he wakes up by mouth to mouth but he doesnt realise until siren!reader herself says something about it. the rest you can decide.

i love ur fics sm! stay hydrated!<33

𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞

╰ Pirate!miguel x Fem!siren!reader.

╰ angst, death, slowly gaining trust then immediate betrayal, (not really…)

AN: this is so short I’m SO SORRY, thank you for letting it free!! Thank you for requesting and hope this is to your liking!

Miguel ohara.

That was a name that was well known, feared, and one of the strongest captains and have one of the most strongest crew in the sea. Get attacked by him? You’re dead, you aren’t making it out alive.

He’s listening to his crew mate talks about sirens, saying how they are worth a lot and they should go hunting for one! Miguel instantly rejected the idea, saying it’s a waste of time.

Miguel never really believed in sirens, he thought it was some tale to scare kids and to make pirates like him search endlessly for them.

“Awh c’mon!” “No Peter, It’s just a waste of time and resources.” “You are like probably the only captain that dosent believe in sirens” “Because I’m not stupid.”

He remembers helping another crew hunt a siren but never even saw it, nor heard it. Miguel scoffed at the fact he wasted his time helping someone hunt for something that probably wasn’t even real.

But now? He believes, he saw one. He even looked at one. Talked to one.

Miguel felt like he had a fever dream, he doesn’t know how to put it into words that what happened in that day was real and not some random dream.

He’s not even on his ship anymore, not his crew, just some random people. He dosent know what happened to his crew mates but just assumed the worst.

It happened so suddenly, He was sailing on the ocean on his ship with his crew mates. Laughing and just having fun. When he least expected it, the tides got rough, the waves got higher and it was stormy too.

The last thing he saw before passing out was a massive wave, All he remembers is feeling the impact and then black.

His ship wrecked god knows where, His crew mates most likely dead sinking down in the same ocean but different area than Miguel. Miguel was drowning alone.

Until you saw him, You noticed him sinking down. Your first thought was free food but then you realized who he is. He’s a pirate. The same ones who try’s to hunt your kind. You scowl at this discovery but you soon realized he’s alone, his ship is gone too.

You could get information if there’s any attacks coming, their weaknesses and then kill him.

So, you save him. Grabbing his body, stopping him from dying and throwing him on the shore. you look at his body, you recognize that symbol that’s on his chest...your eyes widened, you grit your teeth as the grip on him tightened.

This was the Captain that helped that crew hunt your kind. Yeah, you are going to kill this man afterwards.

You give him CPR, isn’t working. So you give him mouth to mouth. Soon enough he’s awake sitting up immediately, coughing up some water. He looks at you, looks around. He’s at some random island as some lady saved him.

“What do you want from me? Is there anyone else coming? Is there going to be future attacks I don’t know about?” You immediately question him.

He looks at you once again in confusion and opens his mouth to answer but his mouth closed then his jaw went slack as his eyes widened in horror as he realizes that you aren’t a human but a siren.

He frantically searches for his cutlass but you hold it in front of him “looking for this?” You say as you toss it in the water. He looks at it sink I the water then looks back at you in fear but regain his composure.

“I don’t mean any harm, I didn’t even know—“ you scoffed, not believing his words “Oh cut the bullshit, answer my questions now.” You demanded him.

You get closer to him narrowing your eyes at him as he backs up “Is there going to be any men attacking me? Is there going to be people trying to hunt me down?” You questioned him once again.

“I’m being truthful, I don’t know. I didn’t hear anything about people looking for you. I don’t mean harm, You can see that my crew mates are not here most likely dead. My ship is wrecked. So please trust me.” He pleads, you glare at him and backed off.

“Why would i ever believe a pirate Like you?” You sneered at him, and he sighed “Please, I’m alone. You have my word.” He pleads once again. You look at him trying to see if he’s trying to trick you but you don’t see any malice in his eyes.

You decided to trust him, you felt bad for him. And you especially know how it is to be alone so, you just nodded and point your head to the island “There’s some food there, You Can stay” you tell him and you swam away in the water.

He smiled and began to explore the island, trying to see what he can work with for the time being. He can deal with this, He is a bit shaken up that he just talked to a siren.

As time went by, you guys respected your guys space. Staying away from eachother…which was actually you avoiding him because you still hated him.

But after a couple of days, you talked to him more. Making short and awkward small talks but it’s something!

Now Miguel sits at the shore, looking at the water as he searches for you. He notices your eyes staring at him back and he’s a bit startled but he offers his hand to you, you swim up to him and take his hand.

“Yes?” You say, tilting your head. He smiled at you and puts an apple in your hand “Here, I don’t really know what you eat and i don’t want you to still hate me” you eyes widened at his kindness.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit “you don’t do your research?” You say as you take a bite of the apple, usually you’ll just eat whatever is in the sea or sailors but sometimes an apple wouldn’t hurt.

He shakes his head “No, I don’t focus on stuff like that. I just focus on where I’m going, why, and the safety.” He admits honestly, you raise and eyebrow at him being a bit skeptical of him.

“You were there helping another pirate hunt my kind” you pointed out and he sighed “you think I wanted too? It was a waste of my time and my resources. Even after that I didn’t believe”

You smile. Maybe he isn’t half bad “Realized I never got your name, What is your name?” You asked him.

He smiles, knowing he’s getting on good terms with you “Miguel, Miguel ohara” and he offered you a handshake, you give him a handshake.

“you aren’t that bad Miguel, I thought you were going to kill me or send men my way” you joked and he shakes his head.

“I wouldn’t either way, why would i crash my ship risk my teammates life and my own! just for a chance to get you?” He asks and you thought about it. Huh, he was right. “Dunno, people are desperate.” You shrugged and he laughed.

“True, true. I see pirates fight all the time and I don’t get why!” He says while eating some berrys, You didn’t even notice but he was halfway in the water. “So, how’s the pirate life been?” You asked him.

“It’s…Something alright, it’s always shocking something. Everyday is an adventure and I…had my crew mates with me, it was fun and I miss it. I miss their laughter, and…everything.” he tells you. His shoulders dropped as he has a frown on his face.

You feel bad for him, you understand how that feels to be left alone. To miss home, to miss everyone and everything.

You put a hand on his shoulder and then loved it up to his cheek for him to look at you.

“Hey, It’s okay. I understand where your coming from. Trust me, I know how it feels to be alone. I didn’t live here always, I was with my family, my friends but then…they came. I seen all of my family die in front of my eyes.” You looked away, You didn’t like going back to this memory but you told him anyways.

“I tried to stop them but 3 ships was there. I couldn’t do anything, so I swam away as fast as I can. And that’s how I got here” you confessed to him.

It was silence for a few moments but then he apologized “I’m sorry that happened, but hey! You got me now” he says with a smile, picking the mood back up. you laughed, You Can Finally trust him.

But that thought quickly goes away, you hear the familiar sounds of a pirate ship. Your smile dropped. There was multiple, he lied to you.

His eyes widened in horror as your widened as well. You back away from him, looking at him with disgust and betrayal. You turn around to the ships and you noticed that they are aiming their pistols at you, their cannons as well.

He desperately pleads that he didn’t do this, that he didn’t know but you glared at him. You’re in disbelief that you actually gave him the benefit of the doubt and trust him.

As much as you want to attack him, You safety matters first. So you swim away deep in the water as Miguel watches, as he hears his name being called from the people above.

A/N2: im so sorry this took so long

[gamerwoo]

Omg please continue the Minghao and Jia drabble if you still want to, I love their lore so much!!

pfft well if ur gonna twist my arm i suppose i will 🙄

(i was waiting for someone to ask)

this is kinda rushed though because i didn't want to forget the idea and i poorly scribbled it down somewhere lmao. sorry if it kinda sucks <3

part 1 | tftp masterlist

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"So that's how you found him?" Suvi giggled, thinking Jia and Minghao's story was the cutest love story she could've ever heard. "I can't believe it was right when Lilly died -- talk about fate!"

"It was pretty perfect timing," Danbi nodded. "Obviously everyone was really distraught, but Minghao had his mate there for him. I guess he would always tell the pack that she saved his life."

"Yup," Jia laughed softly. "Doesn't let me forget it."

"Hang on," Jooyeon interrupted, staring at Jia intensely. She had even leaned forward as she listened to the blind girl's story because she was so invested, "so what happened with XiuXiu?"

The girls were staying at Hanbin's place with the other mates while all the wolves were hanging out together at some secret werewolf-only speakeasy that Hanbin and his pack went out to from time to time. It wasn't often just the girls got to hang out together, and it was even more rare that they got to spend any time with the girls from Kyung's old pack. But all the boys wanted to get together before Minghao and Junhui's annual trip back to China. And this year, they were taking Jia with them.

The conversation originally began with Ari curiously asking what had happened to the rest of Hanbin's pack. Eunjin had screamed her head off as soon as she was on the property, which of course, startled everyone, so Hanbin had mentioned offhandedly that a lot of their pack had passed away before he went out with the other wolves. Ari being Ari, was curious and didn't know any better to have a filter, but the girls explained most of what happened.

That is, until they got sidetracked. Kyung talked about how Taejin was lured to his death by his mate, and Yeji had jokingly said, "Jia, imagine if Minghao had lured you to your death, huh?"

So that sparked the question of how did Minghao and Jia even meet since it happened in a dream.

"Or June!" Jimin added on.

Jia merely shrugged, "I don't know. I never saw either of them again."

"What?!" the thief whined. "No way! You have to know what happened to at least June!"

"What a shitty ending..." Kyung muttered.

"Do you think I'd see any clues as to where June went?" Jia laughed. "I'm blind."

"I can't believe we're just left on a cliffhanger like that," Seongmi sighed.

"How do you think I feel? It really makes me sad... I hope she's doing well, wherever she is."

"Why would she be the first dream you ever entered, though?" Soomin wondered. "It's so random..."

Rika shrugged, "Sometimes life doesn't give us answers."

"If you're Rinnie," Jimin was watching Kyung whisper translations in Cooper's ear, "it rarely ever does."

-

The boat ride wasn't Jia's favorite. She hadn't been on a boat since she had to flee when she was a child, so she didn't really remember the experience. She realized just how awful being stranded in the middle of the ocean on an unfamiliar vessel with a bunch of strangers was when you couldn't see anything.

Even if she could see, she was sure she would hate it.

"My parents are old," Minghao warned her. "They won't want to go out and explore with us. They're tired pretty often."

"That's okay," she assured him with a smile. "I'm excited to meet them no matter what."

"You think having old parents is bad?" Jun scoffed. "My baby brother looks older than me."

Appearance-wise, Jun and Minghao looked like they were in their 20's. And their bodies technically were. That was around the age that they stopped getting older until they met their mates. Minghao started aging again as soon as he met his mate -- physically, of course. Junhui was still stuck.

But despite their young appearances, they were both over 40 years older than they appeared. So both of their parents were much older than one might expect, and any younger relatives they had appeared to be older than them now.

On the way to Minghao's old house, he explained how he ran away from home as soon as he realized what he was. But he said his parents went out looking for him and wouldn't stop until they found him. He admitted what he was and ran away before either of them could accept him or turn him away. He just wanted to protect them Then he ended up finding Soonyoung, so he went off with him and never looked back.

"I was really close with my cousin, Yaling," he told you. "We were basically like siblings, so I told her to take care of my parents before I left. She tried to convince me to stay, but I knew how dangerous it was."

Jun was the one to convince him to return home half a decade later. Since he went to visit his mom, Minghao would often wonder aloud how his own family was doing, so finally, the older wolf coaxed Minghao into going with him. And that was when he realized his family had been searching for him the whole time.

"They put up missing persons pictures using a couple photos of me from family photo albums," Minghao chuckled at the memory. "It was crazy because it was five years later and I still looked like that."

Looking back, Minghao felt lucky that he reunited with his family so he could watch them grow and get old. It was bittersweet getting to see his parents gray while he stayed the same. He was grateful to still be loved by them so he could experience them getting older, but it hurt that he couldn't age with them.

But then there were happy moments, like watching his relatives that he grew up with -- like Yaling -- get married and have families.

"The Xu family reunion is huge," Junhui stated with a laugh. "Everyone shows up to see Hao."

Just as Jun promised, Minghao's parents' house was full to capacity when the trio arrived. While Jia couldn't see all the people, she could hear the commotion. It was overwhelming, but she put on her warmest smile and let the two wolves help her around as they introduced her to his family.

It was as Minghao was introducing her to his parents and Yaling that his mother was interrupted.

"Jia?" a female voice asked.

Jia's eyes wandered, her head turning toward the noise. She waited to hear something else, but all she heard was soft footsteps getting closer until they stopped in front of her.

"Your eyes look the same," the girl giggled excitedly.

Her head cocked to one side, "I-I'm sorry?"

"Xiuying, what are you talking about?" he asked her.

"I know her," she insisted before looking at Jia again. "Don't you remember?"

Minghao paused while he thought, and then his eyes seemed to brighten, "You two are about the same age. But if she knew you before she moved away... XiuXiu, she's blind now."

Jia's eyes suddenly widened and her entire body seemed to perk up.

"XiuXiu?"

"Jia!" she laughed again before throwing her arms around Jia.

Jia let go of Minghao's arm to hug her back, a smile so big spreading across her face that it made her eyes close.

Minghao looked to Junhui first, both boys sharing confused looks before he turned to Yaling for answers. Somehow, his cousin looked like she knew exactly what was going on and she was shocked.

"Did you know?" Minghao asked her.

"I-- ...I thought Jia was imaginary..." was all she said.

"XiuXiu's dreams were the first I ever entered," Jia explained once the two girls pulled away. "Aside from my dad's, of course. I only ever saw her dreams up until I had to leave home."

"I was wondering where you went!" Xiuying was still laughing -- out of both excitement, joy, and shock.

"XiuXiu cried for days," Yaling nodded. Then she imitated her wailing of, "'Where's Jia! I miss Jia!'"

The rest of the reunion was sweet and happy. Everyone was excited to see Minghao and meet his mate, and the two girls were practically inseparable. But somehow, it seemed to make his parents even more fond of Jia -- although, it was hard to not be fond of her in the first place.

That night, after everyone had gone home and Minghao's family retreated into the own rooms and made sure Jun was settled in the guest room, Minghao and Jia curled up together in Minghao's old room that his family kept for him. And as they were winding down, of course Minghao had to bring up his mate's history with his 'niece'.

"How come you never mentioned XiuXiu?" he asked.

Jia shrugged as she pulled the covers up, "It seemed a little pointless. I obviously wouldn't expect you to know who she was, so why would I mention the random little girl I used to visit?

"Actually, what about you?" she asked with a frown, turning it around on her mate. "How come you never mentioned XiuXiu talking about a Jia?"

He chuckled, "Because Jia isn't an uncommon name, and I never heard about a Jia after Xiuying got older. I figured it really was just an imaginary friend like everyone else. Plus, I only saw her once a year so her Jia never really stuck with me."

"Sure, HaoHao," she chuckled, sliding down the bed until her head touched the pillows.

"You know what that means, right?" Minghao asked as he followed suit.

"Hmm?"

"You've been connected to me for a long time," he giggled. "You've always been made for me."

Jia scoffed as she rolled over to snuggle into Minghao's chest, "I always knew that."

There was a pounding on the wall before the pair heard Junhui call just loud enough for them both to hear, "Could you wait until I fall asleep to be disgustingly cheesy?"

[under-the-cherrytree]

HELLO !!! ok so first off, i love ur writings, like a lot a lot. ANYWAYS! Teru and Kou Minamoto (separately obviously) with a g/n s/o who was a childhood friend and died not that long ago (they were also an exorcist too) and their going to exorcise this one wonder AND THEIR THE WONDER. I thought of this prompt at like 3 am so like bare with me

Kou and Teru with a s/o who’s a childhood friend and a wonder❣︎

Warnings: a bit angsty

A/n: HELLO HELLO!!!!

I’m really glad you like my writing, it means so much to hear!!!<33

Sorry about how mate this came- emotions and school hit me like a fucking bus and i needed a break-

AND ITS OKAY!!! I LOVE THIS IDEA SO I CAN’T WAIT TO WRITE IT!!!

I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND HAVE A GREAT DAY OR NIGHT!!!

@stuckindreamland06 also get tagged in a Teru post because i know you love him too-

- When Kou found out about your dead, he had a hard time

- This boy went through a bit of a depression after your death

- It hurt him that he wasn’t able to protect you like he should have

- He would stay in bed most of the day just thinking about you

- After around a week, Teru and Tiara would get very nervous for Kou and try and get his mind off of it as much as possible

- After a while, Kou will be back on his feet

- He still misses you dearly

- He thinks of you at least 100 times a day

- He really misses you…

- But he needs to get back to what he has to do: cooking, studying, and taking down evil spirits!!

- He heard rumors about a new wonder and the rumor he heard was more on the violent side

- He couldn’t let this side, this wonder needed to go down!

- As soon as he finds them, he will confront them

- But little did he know that this wonder was you

- It caught him off guard to see you as a supernatural now

- He didn’t believe it at first and reminded himself that you were dead

- But when you confirmed that you really were yourself, Kou was overjoyed

- He hugged you tightly and cried, saying how much he missed you

- He wouldn’t want to leave your side, afraid that if he left you would leave him again

- But you reassured him that you weren’t going anywhere

- He would visit you every day

- He would bring you lunch like he use to when you were alive as well, tradition you can call it

- He would sit with you in an empty classroom and have lunch like you two did every day when you were alive

- He would still do things that you two use to when you were alive to help you and him cope with your death

- He will always be by your side and he will defend you from any supernatural or exorcist he has to to keep you save

- Completely devastated

- When he heard about your death he would be completely devastated

- He will take a break from his duties for a while

- He needs a break

- After a few days he would try and act like everything is okay in front of people

- He would smile and continue his work like normal, bottling his emotions and feelings like he always does

- This really concerned Kou and Tiara

- They knew he really missed you but this was not a good way to cope

- Teru would go back to killing supernaturals like he always does

- He will train by himself but miss the days when he trained with you

- He found training a burden but when it was with you, it was more pleasant

- But soon he heard about a new wonder that didn’t seem all that… friendly

- He will look for this supernatural himself, willing to take them down if he needed too

- He could not have a student die… a student already died not too long ago and he blamed himself for it..

- Soon he found out that the wonder was no other than yourself

- His heart sunk seeing you again

- It couldn’t be you… like this.. as a supernatural

- You turned into what he was raised to kill

- What you both were taught to kill

- He would keep his weapon, not wanting to be tricked by a supernatural

- But soon he realized it really was you

- It was his s/o, his s/o that he loved with all his heart

- He would want to talk about this and about what happened

- But he wouldn’t get that close, you are still a supernatural

- He will need time more than anything

- Time to adjust to this difference

- He just needs more time

- He will find himself wanting to stay with you and wanting you by his side

- He will talk to you every so often but soon those small chats turn into long conversations

- He will spend more time with you and feel safer with your presents

- He will soon act like you aren’t even a supernatural at all, like you are a person

- The person he loves

- He will say that you and an acception to all the other supernaturals

- He really does have a soft spot for you

[strwbrryk1tkat]

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author's note:

HI all!!! I just want to preface that this is my first time uploading a piece of writing on tumblr. With every new chapter released I will be updating the Band Mates Soundtrack playlist on spotify so feel free to listen to that while you read!!

First, I just want to say THIS FIRST CHAPTER IS NOT THE BEST. If it was up to me tbh this first chapter would not exist, but unfortunately for all of us, the information in this chapter is relevant. I am working on chapter 2 as we speak.

Second, Everything about this story is completely original. The plot and characters all came to me in a dream (lol). I know the only other work on my acc is a fic (😭😭) and that’s like what ao3 is known for, but i just couldn’t think of which universe and which characters would work best for this so i decided to go rogue

Third and last, for this I just have to save plsss be patient with me updating chapters. I’m in my last like 2/3 weeks of high school and i have A LOT going on. Again, this chapter is super short and feels super rushed but that was the best way for me to provide this context.

THANK YOU AND ENJOY

Part 1

Band Member Needed to fill an open space Guitarist and Lead singer suddenly quit Call or Text: ***-***-****

I snap a picture of the poster hanging up on the corkboard in my local cafe. I never look at this thing but the one time I do it presents me with a fabulous opportunity. I’ve had nothing to do since finals ended 2 weeks ago. I feel like I’ve been wasting my time just going between work, home, and the cafe, so this is perfect. My next session starts in about 10 minutes so as I make my way over I shoot them a quick text.

Hey, saw ur poster. when r auditions?

Time to wait.

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”Just remember what I showed you, the easiest way is to start by memorizing the dates then adding the events.” Jason’s mom hands me my 40 for the session. I honestly feel bad taking it, this kid has not gotten any better, and history is such a hard subject to tutor in. I pull out the phone to check the time when I see a new text.

Whenever ur available

I shoot back.

How about right now.

I get another text with an address. Cool. The location is about 5 minutes from my apartment which is about 10 minutes from Jason’s house.

Be there in 15

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ”No, absolutely not,” the speaker turns to me. “She can’t join.” “Levi, she’s the only one who responded, the least we can do is let her audition.” “We don’t even know if she can sing let alone play guitar.” “That’s the point of the audition, bud.” The guy standing at the keyboard says. They’re talking like I’m not standing in front of them listening to their whole conversation. And who does this ‘Levi’ guy think he is? I’m standing right here with my guitar case. The guy who must be the leader steps forward and stretches out his hand. “Hey, I’m Graham. I play lead guitar but I don’t sing. On keys we have Percy, bass Lewis, and the naysayer on the drums is Levi.” I shake his hand firmly. “Willow.” “Cool, you ready?” Half an hour later I’m sitting in a group with the guys. They’re in a semi circle facing me. “So… Willow?” I nod. “How long have you been a girl?” Lewis asks. “Are you serious?” “No, thought it would be funny.” “Right,” Graham cuts in. “Here’s our rehearsal and show schedule. We want to stay busy this summer, so if you have any outstanding conflicts this might not be the best arrangement for you. It’s really important that you keep a clean image. In a way, you’re the face of our band. You’re the one everyone hears the most and you’re the one most people will be looking at.” Lots of pressure I guess. I’ve kept a clean state, and I believe I’m a nice face to look at. I used to do some modeling before I started college. When my contract expired I decided to not renew it. “I don’t think we have to worry about the image thing, she’s pretty and for bonus points she’s black. 2 minorities.” Percy smiles at me. He sure said it. We’re both black. To provide a better picture of eveyrone in the room, Graham is tall and lanky with long-ish flowy brown hair. Lewis looks just like him. Like seriously identical, if they say they’re not related there’s not a chance I’d believe them. The only different is Lewis has shorter hair. Kind of like the standard for a band leader of this caliber. Percy is talk and black with a shaved head bleached blond. Levi is tall and pretty muscular. I’m the height you’d expect rod a female model. Honestly I never stood out on the runway. I prefer to keep my hair straight with extensions since it’s much easier to manage. After being added to their text chain I have 1 question. “What’s your band name?” “Palin Drome.” Graham responds. Seemingly really proud of this name. “Ok, cool. I’ll see you tomorrow I guess.” I’m officially part of a band with one of the dumbest names I’ve ever heard.

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“Listen up guys! Our first gig EVER is tomorrow night! We have to lock in. No room for failure today and definitely no room for failure tomorrow.” I’m a little nervous. We just have a cover set for now, we haven’t been playing long enough to figure out our sound. Our set list Red Wine Supernova - Chappell Roan Theatre - Etta Marcus Nothing Matters - Last Dinner Party Everlong - Foo Fighters

I’ve been practicing with these guys for about a month almost every day. They’re all super nice to me except for Levi. I don’t know what’s up with that guy. I’m super nice to him. I say hi and bye and ask questions but he completely ignores me. I asked Percy about it and apparently he’s only like this with me. Great. I try not to think about it but it bugs me so much. What did I do to him? Did I say something weird? Do I looke unapproachable? Is he racist? The last one is the most extreme I know he’s not because he and Percy are practically best friends. Maybe he hates women. Like one of those Reddit incels. But that wouldn’t make any sense either because I’m literally the only person he treats this way. We play through the set so many times I’m worried we’ll start sucking, And that would be terrible because we sound great. I was worried I wouldn’t mesh well with these guys who’d know each other for so long before but I think I fit great.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It’s an hour before the party we’re set to play it is supposed to start and I’m freaking. I’ve been set up warmed up and tuned for about an hour already and I’ve just been waiting for everyone to show up so we can rehearse. I’m not entirely alone though, Levi’s here. He’s been setting up his drum set in complete silence. I said hi when he walked in, still silence. But it’s fine I’m sure I’ll get out of something To help with the nerves I decide to take a shot, or 2. Instantly feel better. I absolutely despise the taste of vodka but I love the way I feel after it. I offer Levi a shot and surprisingly he acknowledges me, but just for a second to take the drink from my hand. I feel great. I’m pumped and ready. The set we play is absolutely perfect. I’m elated. So naturally, I start to party. I’m throwing back drinks when all of a sudden I feel this weird sense of dread. I feel terrible, like something’s wrong that I need to sort out. Then I realize, this bullshit with Levi. I spot him across the room talking up some girls. When we make I contact I make a beeline for him dragging him in to the nearest room and shutting the door behind me. Before he can open his mouth to protest I start. “I need to ask you something extremely important.” No response, great. “But seriously I need an answer.” “Fine.” “Why do you hate me?” He looks at me with a confused look. “I don’t hate you Willow.” “Okay, then why are you so weird to me?” Oh jeez, and now I’m crying. “I don’t know.” What a stupid answer. He knows exactly why he treats me the way he does. “You hate me.” I’m drunk and sobbing to this guy who’s opinion of me doesn’t matter. “No, I don’t.” “You do.” “I don’t, Willow. I have to go.” And he leaves. He leaves! What the fuck. He leaves me sobbing in some random guys bedroom in some random guys house. He’s such a dick.

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Reconnect-Finn Shelby x Reader

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Requested by anonymous: ‘Hello! May i request an either tommy or finn shelby x reader? (Whicheverr one u think suits best) for this prompt i found: character A and B have been in a longterm relationship and nothing can get in between, until one day something does and they drift away. But then they reconnect emotionally and everything feels like the first time again (first kiss, first meal together etc) 🙏🏼💜 i love ur writing thank u’

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader, Polly Gray x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, finance issues, drinking, fluff

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"Finn, is that you?" I called out from our bedroom as I heard the front door open. I tensed up when I didn't hear a reply, only to let out a sigh when I heard him giggling.

He was drunk again, it happened almost every week now. Tommy would have given him something important to do for the gang, and whether or not Finn succeeded with that task, he would go out and celebrate with his mates. I would sometimes tag along if I wasn't tired from the week of working, but after seeing our finances, I realised we needed to stop acting like teenagers and start saving wisely.

"Hello my gorgeous girl." he slurred out as he entered the room.

"Hello Finn." I replied as I received a sloppy kiss to my forehead.

He flopped down beside me in bed, taking the book out of my hands and throwing it to the floor. Finn wrapped his arms around me, snuggling into my lap. I took off his hat, stroking back his hair. He was cold from the brisk walk home, causing me to shiver.

“You should have come out tonight." he said.

"I got off work late."

"He kept you again?"

"No, I decided to stay."

"Why? You always say you're tired."

"I'm tired because I'm picking up extra shifts and hours so that we can start saving up for a house."

"I've told you, we don't need to worry about that. Business is good."

"Finn, we're not going to be given the money. We have to earn it."

"Tommy will help us."

"He might help but he won't give us a lot. And even if he did hand us a house, we've got to have enough money for the bills, furniture-"

"It will be fine."

"Finn, we've not even had our wedding yet!"

We had been engaged for half a year. We were wanting to be married sooner, but problems arose with the Peaky Blinders it distracted us both from it, especially since our lives were in danger. I desperately wanted to have enough money for the wedding and house, though it looked like it was going to be one or the other at this point.

"What's wrong with the flat?" Finn now sat up.

"Did you seriously ask me that question? There's only so much I can do to this dump to make it look somewhat liveable. It just doesn't feel like home."

"We'll get the money. Don't worry. Look, look," he took my hands in his,"we will get a house. I promise. And believe me, I want to marry you as soon as I can, there needs to be another ring on that finger. And I need to see my name at the end of yours."

I stupidly believed him. Those adoring eyes I once trusted had lied to me. Finn kept his promise for a week at max, soon breaking it. I didn't mind him going out with friends, we both needed to socialise, I just disagreed with the amount of times he was out and the amount of drinks he was buying each night. He would always offer to get the next round, and although he was a Shelby, the discounts didn't make much difference at the end of the night. I decided I had to go with him to ensure that our money wasn't being poured away, struggling to stay awake for those long nights, and making work even harder every day. It was impossible to keep an eye on him like that.

Usually Finn would tell me if he was going out that night so I wouldn't worry. That stopped too. My mind was never at ease. How did I know he wasn't lying in a ditch somewhere after a job gone wrong? Or what if he was trapped somewhere by a rival gang? I could only rest when he returned, which he always luckily did. I pretended to be asleep, trying to not push him away as he slipped his arms around me, cuddling me for the rest of the night. My patience began to grow thin. I was too scared to speak up about it, worried that we would just end up having an argument. However, I knew we would have to bring it up soon, because our money was only disappearing instead of increasing.

One morning when I was leaving for work, I noticed that the drawer we locked our savings away in was slightly ajar, meaning someone had unlocked it and stupidly left it open. Of course it had to be Finn, no one had broken in during the night. My eyes widened when I saw how much he had taken, enraged that he would think me so foolish. Why would he take the money without asking? What was he using it for?

As I stormed towards the shop, I heard whooping from men in a car further up the street. My face turned into a deep frown when I recognised the car, managing to catch a glimpse of the people in it. They hadn't seen me, and I had to make sure my eyes were deceiving me.

I didn't care about the looks on me as I burst through into the shop, making a beeline for Polly's office. I harshly knocked on the door, entering when she called me.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?" she asked, a lit cigarette in hand.

"Where's Finn?"

"Off out with his brothers, why?"

"Where are they going?"

"To the races."

I scoffed, placing a hand on my head in defeat.

"Why? What's wrong with that?"

"He told me he would be in the office all day today."

"So? Things change."

"No, he specifically told me that. I never even asked about it. He made a point meaning he didn't want to risk me waltzing in. That means he's hiding something."

"(Y/N), they're only going to bet on horses today. They're mingling."

"They're betting today?!"

She stood, putting a hand on her hip."What am I missing here?"

"Pol, he's using money that we don't have! I need a car, I need to get to him."

"Look, even if my nephew is being the biggest idiot, it's a bad idea to go there."

"Why?"

Her eyes widened."Don't snap at me young lady."

"I'm sorry, I just, I just know he's going to be stupid with what little money we have at the minute."

Polly was silent for a few seconds, and I didn't know if she was just staring me out, trying to make me leave. Perhaps she didn't think it was anything to worry over. But it was to me. She surprised me when she went into one of her drawers, pulling out a set of keys.

"Come on. I'll get one of the girls to call your work, say you're sick."

I tightly clasped my hands together as Polly drove. I was furious, trying to think of what to say to Finn when I got there. He stole our money. He went behind my back, gambling away the money we worked hard to earn. I had never said it, but Finn had it much easier than I did. For one, he worked with family, and although I liked my job, the boss could sometimes be an arsehole; second, he earned a lot more than me, so he was the bigger breadwinner between us, but I worked longer hours. Yes, he was in a gang meaning he had more days where his life was under threat, but he seemed to be having a jolly good time anyway. Really, it wouldn't have mattered who worked longer or harder, or who earned more, it was still our money to spend on our house.

As soon as Polly parked up, I was straight out of the car. She quickly followed grabbing my arm and warning me to not get lost in the crowds. I couldn't make a scene, especially since there could be potential business partners or enemies about. I refrained from rolling my eyes, knowing she was right but also knowing that I would find it extremely hard to not scream at Finn.

Polly guided me to where the men would be, ignoring the shoving and shouting. I wished for her to walk quicker. We swiftly entered the posher boxes, almost stopped by a doorman until his accomplice shut him up. I even heard him whisper 'That's Polly Gray you idiot.', the one time I was glad we had a reputation. She only paused to scan the room for the boys but I spotted them first. Quickly moving past her, I couldn't stop my fists from clenching, seeing Finn joyfully drinking and laughing with his brothers only added fire to my fury.

"Finn!" I snapped, quickly catching his attention.

"(Y/N)?" he exclaimed, struggling to stand and clattering the plates and glasses on the table."W-what are you doing here?"

"Stopping you from spending our money like a fucking idiot! Where is it?"

"Oh, Finn boy is in the doghouse." John chuckled.

"Shut up!" I fiercely pointed at him.

"Where's what?" Finn brought me back.

"Our money!"

"I told you, you do this outside." Polly warned, shoving Finn in that direction, and I knew I had to follow him.

Luckily, we were left alone. Finn continued on, finding someplace we would be alone. Once we were in the clear, the distant roar of the crowds covering our conversation, I saw him sigh quietly, running a hand down his face when he realised what was coming.

"Where's the money Finn?" I asked, calmer but with a mean tone.

"Let me explain first.”

"Explain how you took our money without asking? How you just waltzed out this morning without consulting me?"

"Tommy said that there was a good chance, a very good chance that this horse would win, and I thought it would help us if we put our money on it. Imagine how much we'll have if it wins!"

"If it wins Finn, if! You're gambling our money, why would you do something like that?"

"Because you went on about not having enough money! And here I am trying to help!"

My mouth dropped open in shock."You really don’t see the problem here."

"No, actually, I don't." he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Finn, you stole money from the drawer! You then go behind my back and bet it away. Have you thought about what we'll do if that horse loses?"

"But it won't, Tommy said."

"And what if Tommy is wrong this time? Also, don't pin this on your brother, I know he hasn't even suggested this idea."

"I'm not-urgh!" Finn groaned."Why don't you trust me?"

"I can't trust a gamble Finn. I don't think you realise how many nights I've spent lying awake, worried that we'll never have enough for our own home, and thinking that you don't even care anymore."

"Of course I care. This is why I've bet the money."

"How is this not getting in your head?"

"(Y/N)," he took my hands in his, but I couldn't even look at him,"in a few minutes we will hear them announce the winner, and we will start jumping for joy when we realise how much money we're going to get back, and we're going to be so much closer to getting our home."

"Finn, I desperately want to believe that. But even if we do win, you're in deep trouble." I took my hands away from him, turning around. I couldn't even look at my own fiance.

On queue, we heard a man come over the intercom, it was muffled to me but I knew Finn was listening intensely. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched for his reaction, turning around fully when I saw his expression. We had lost. We lost all that money.

"How could you be so fucking stupid?!" I screamed at him, throwing slaps onto his chest."Why couldn't you just listen to me? I don't understand why you had to lie to me Finn!"

I broke down crying, shoving him away from me. My sobs were loud but I didn't care. Finn could watch, see how much he upset me. My heart sank at the thought of it all gone, Finn had left scarcely any money in the drawer back at the flat.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)." Finn pathetically said.

"You know how you always go on about your family never trusting you enough for the big jobs? That you never get to go out with them and help? This is why. Because you do things like this, you fuck everything up Finn. Fuck!" I wiped away my tears, even though more spilled out."You know I've always stuck beside you, but this is the last straw Finn. I can't be with someone who doesn't want to put effort into their future."

"What are you saying? (Y/N), I can fix this. I promise I'll get the money back, I'll-"

"How? That took us so long to build that up. And you were spending our money almost every night on useless drinking. I can't Finn, I can't live like that anymore."

He ducked his head, and I almost wanted him to say something. When he didn't, I knew what I had to do.

I took a deep breath before speaking."I'm going home. I suggest you stay at Polly's tonight."

"Let me take you home-"

"No!"

"What's going on?" Tommy suddenly appeared, he, his brothers and Polly approaching.

"Your nephew, your brother, just gave away almost all of our money betting on a horse. Not only that, but he took the money without telling me. That was money for a house." I angrily explained.

"Is that true Finn?"

Finn shamefully nodded.

"We can get you your money back (Y/N)."

"It's not about that Tom. He's lied to me. He promised me he wouldn't spend our money every week, yet he did. And then he takes our money without asking me about it first."

"I'll fix it (Y/N), I promise I will." Finn was begging at this point.

"Another promise that you're bound to break. I've had enough today."

"Let's get you home love." Polly said, putting a stop to this argument as she stepped forward, taking me under her arm.

Finn didn't come home that night. I didn't sleep. I was sat at the tiny dining table, staring at the ring on my finger, wondering what to do. It broke my heart to think about leaving him, but it also broke my heart thinking about how reckless he had been. Did I really want to be marrying someone who acted like this? Would he mature? My heart wanted to believe he would, but my mind kept telling me that today confirmed he wouldn't. That was one of the worst nights of my life.

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I couldn't stand this job any longer. But it was the only thing keeping me alive. It was crappy work, the pay was just above minimum, enough for me to buy food, pay my rent and have the tiniest amount left over. Saving up money was hard when it was just you. Even after two years, I didn't have enough to consider looking at places of my own, or with less roommates. It was exhausting keeping up with these girls I lived with, there were 6 of us altogether. It was a big change when I moved away from Small Heath.

"You ready (Y/N)?" one of my roommates called out to me as I finished applying my lipstick.

"Just a second!" I replied, checking myself in the mirror.

It was the rare occasion that I was going out with them, the one time we could all go out together at all. I was looking forward to a few drinks, and although that sounded hypocritical, I realised that I had to have a night or two in at least a month to relieve myself of the stress I put upon myself.

We arrived at the small club we always went to, it had the cheapest drinks this side of town. We all shivered in the cold weather, walking as fast as we could to make it to the club. The warmth was very welcome, as well as the loud music that drew us further in. It was the usual routine, a few of us grab a table, the others get the drinks in, then we would all make our way to the dance floor. Hours passed, and I had to get away from the heat coming from the dancing, stepping back towards our table to get a drink. I saw my roommate stumbling in the direction of the bar, rolling my eyes as I went to help her, perhaps getting a drink whilst I was there. However, once I got closer, I stared at the man she was starting to flirt with.

"Isaiah?" I said as I got closer.

"(Y/N)!" he smiled, bringing me in for a hug.

"You two know each other?" my roommate asked, looking disappointed.

"He's an old friend. Just that, nothing else."

Isaiah let me go."How long has it been? Two years?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, two years. What are you doing here?"

"Business. Nothing dangerous though, you girls are still in for a good night. Especially you if you're good." he winked to my roommate.

"Is he...is he here?" my voice suddenly went shaky, and I felt almost completely sober.

Isaiah's playful nature dropped."Uh, he is. He's really misses you (Y/N). Hasn't even looked at another girl since you left. He's just not been the same." I wasn't sure how to reply.

"I can't not tell him I saw you. Imagine if he found out, he would be so upset with me."

"I know. I wouldn't want to hurt your friendship."

"Maybe you should see him. It might do you both some good."

"Or the opposite."

"He still loves you. Even if you don't feel the same, it could bring closure. But I know you (Y/N), I can tell what you're thinking."

"You were always annoying like that."

"He's out front, in the corridor. That's all I'm going to say."

I looked at him for a few seconds, trying to make my mind up."Well, this one is a handful, just so you know."

"I think I can handle her." Isaiah smirked.

"I was warning her about you."

I giggled at his reaction, walking away and leaving him in his natural habitat of flirting. But as soon as I turned around, my stomach dropped, nerves filling up my entire body. He was here. I hadn't seen him for two years, though I thought about him everyday. Would he look different? Did I look different? What was he going to say? What was I going to say? My brain didn't want to think of any words, maybe I was about to babble absolute nonsense to him.

Upon seeing him, my throat tightened, the cool air slapping me in the face; oh, now I was sober. He hadn't noticed yet, leaning up against a wall, hands in his pockets. Wow, he had changed. His boyish charm was still there, yet he had matured into a handsome young man. It was like I was seeing him for the first time all over again. I was just happy that he would be seeing me in my finer clothes rather than catching me after work.

Urging my feet to move, I almost sighed at how small my steps were. I really was scared. Isaiah had said reassuring things, yet I couldn't even walk up to him. It was too late to back out now, especially when he finally looked up at me. I froze on the spot, not knowing what to do. Finn seemed the same way.

"(Y/N)." he said, I only just heard it.

"Hello."

Hello? Really, that's all I could come up with?

He pushed himself off the wall, coming to stand in front of me, though not too close."I...I can't believe you're here."

"I could say the same about you."

"This is where you've been living then."

I nodded."It's not too bad. I mean, I'm on a night out."

"Who are you with?"

I knew he was wondering if I was with a man."My roommates, I live with five other girls."

"Oh, that's a lot."

"Yeah, it's the only place I could afford."

"I hope it's nice."

"I shouldn't complain. A lot better than other places."

We both knew we were making an awful attempt at small talk. I was sure he had so much to say like I did, we just didn't want to dump it on each other in case the other ran away. It was like we were teenagers again, awkwardly trying to think of something to fill the dreaded silence.

"I really want to talk about us (Y/N)." Finn said.

"You do?"

"I...I just have so much to say to you. I can't do it now, but what about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Tomorrow, um, yes, yes tomorrow works for me. It's the weekend, so I'm not working."

He smiled slightly."OK, good. I'll come get you. Um, I need your address."

"Oh, here." I dug around in my purse, thankful there was a folded up tissue and a pen, it was good to be prepared. I wrote down my address, handing it to him.

"I'll pick you up at one. I would want it to be earlier, you just never know what time you'll be back with this sort of thing."

"I understand Finn, I did live this with you once."

I barely slept, even when we stumbled in at three in the morning. Luckily I hadn't seen Finn, Isaiah or any other Peaky Blinder that evening, no doubt settling business behind the scenes. Despite the lack of sleep, I was wide awake the next morning, up before everyone else who were nursing their hangovers, trying on multiple outfits in a desperate attempt to look nice, but not as if I put too much effort in. The clock was rolling onto one o'clock, and my heart was beating much faster than usual. I was about to make my way downstairs when something glistened on my small vanity. Should I take it? Yes, I would.

Finn knocked on the door, and I waited a few seconds before opening it. We smiled as we greeted each other, not going in for a hug or kiss on the cheek, something I was worried about. That was the first hurdle jumped over.

"How was your evening?" Finn struck up a conversation as we walked further into town.

"Much better than yours I presume?" I smirked. He chuckled."Yeah, didn't exactly get to enjoy the music. Small fight, nothing we couldn't handle."

It was strange hearing about Blinder business again."Well I'm glad you're all safe."

"I thought we could go out for lunch, saw a nice place round here."

"Oh, that would be lovely."

"We don't have to, if you don't feel comfortable."

"No, no, no, it's not that. It's just a lovely thing for you to do."

We both bashfully smiled, luckily the restaurant was just around the corner. I had expected nothing less when we walked into the fancy place, not because I thought I deserved it, but because Finn wouldn't be seen anywhere else. His clothes were even more tailored now than they had been the last I saw him, indicating that the gang had been doing well, more money was coming in. We both immediately picked up our menus as we sat, hoping someone would speak first. Our eyes glanced over the top of them, it was as if we were on our first date again, only this time in a better establishment.

"You look beautiful." he said, still hiding part of his face.

"Thank you." I blushed.

"I'll never forget what you wore when I picked you up for our first date. That blue dress you just bought, with a matching purse, and those heels that you hadn't practiced walking in. Well, you used that as an excuse to latch into my arm all night."

I smiled, placing down my menu."It was a good plan, wasn't it? And I did struggle in those heels, I just didn't want to embarrass myself."

He copied me."I liked holding your hand all night."

"What a sweet sentiment."

"I mean it. And I mean this date. That didn't sound right, but...what I'm trying to say is that I want to make it all up to you."

"You do?"

"Yes! I really didn't expect you to leave. I mean I did, but I didn't want to believe that. I didn't want to believe that I had been so selfish that I couldn't even see how much I had hurt you." 

“That was the hardest decision I ever made. Most days I battle with myself whether I made the right choice. All night I kept making deals with myself. If you came back, I would hear you out, and if it was good enough for me I would stay. But then you didn’t, so I said to myself ‘Give him another hour.’. An hour went by, and I said the same thing to myself. That went on for the whole evening until I found myself angrily packing my things. Even then, I sat by door on top of my suitcase for another hour or so.”

“I thought you just got up and left. I didn’t realise how long you waited for me.” he sighed into his hands.“I’m such a fucking idiot.”

I could tell he was full of regret. Although it sounded sadistic, I was glad that he was upset when reflecting on our past relationship, it meant he realised his mistake. On the other hand, I hated seeing him sad. I took his hands away from his face, hesitantly reaching into my handbag to pull out the engagement ring I kept.

His eyes widened.“You still have that? I looked everywhere for it when you left, guessed you took it to sell.”

“I won’t lie, that was my intention at first. But it meant too much to me. It was like selling a piece of my soul. I kept it hidden, I didn’t want to risk any of the girls seeing it, they would just ask too many questions.”

I kept my eye on the beautiful ring as I spoke, slowly twirling it around to catch it twinkling in the light.

"I had such a hard time picking that out. I knew what you wanted, but I had to get it right for you. I'm so glad you kept it."

"I did try to sell it. I was stood outside of a shop for ten minutes debating with myself. It would have helped a lot for the deposit on the room, but I couldn't do it."

We were silent, both staring at the ring. We used to do that a lot actually. Finn would take my hand and hold it up as we laid in bed together, both giggling as we watched it glisten like it was in present times, before squealing at the thought of us being married to each other. I constantly fiddled with it when he was off on business, a habit which never wore off, even now; whenever I was nervous or worried, I would automatically do the same action, just without the ring.

A waiter awkwardly interrupted us, and I hurriedly put the ring back in my bag, sharing an embarrassed smile with Finn as we ordered. Once he was gone, I quietly sighed, looking out of the window. We were in such a nice part of town, so many ladies in beautiful dresses and men in smart suits strolling around.

"Are you...are you OK for money?" Finn boldly asked.

I was a little shocked by that.

"I don't mean anything by it. I just want to make sure you're OK, I would hate for you to be struggling, if you were."

"Uh, no, no I'm fine actually. It's not as generous as my old wage but it keeps me alive, I can live with the bare necessities."

I could see him itching to say something else, to keep the conversation going. I wasn't sure if we could go back to the serious topic we had before. However, I also wanted to bring it back up, it felt like we needed to talk about us.

"How's the family?" That's all I could come up with.

"They're fine. Everyone is the same. Well, they're not, they're a bit more serious nowadays."

"They weren't in the first place?"

He smiled."I suppose they were. Tension is the right word, tensions have been rising. Tommy's taking on a lot more, Polly knows all these secrets that no one else does, Ada is rebelling against anything Tommy says, Linda is still annoying, Esme and John have been popping kids out left, right and centre. Arthur is still crazy."

"Sounds like business as usual to me."

"They miss you too."

"Do they?"

"Yeah. Almost as much as me."

I cast my eyes down as butterflies rose in my stomach.

"I heard nothing else for the next few weeks after you left. They all told me what an idiot I was, that I was an extremely reckless, stupid and immature boy, and that I had let the best thing in my life get away from me. And they were right. I knew all of that already."

"I...I don't really know what to say right now."

"You don't have to say anything, let's just enjoy this meal, no more of that talk."

The nerves making my stomach flip built at that. What if we had nothing else to talk about? What if it was too weird to dive into our separate lives? I didn't want to sit across my ex-fiance, painfully and politely smiling through forced conversation.

The spark was still there.

When the waiter had returned with our drinks, we were already deep in talk about what had been happening in our personal everyday life. We were non stop, even as we ate through dinner. The waiters had trouble catching our attention each time they checked on us. I was deep in those eyes again, the ones I always dreamed of seeing. We were laughing hysterically, not at all acting how we should have in that establishment (there were a few eye rolls from other patrons). As if time had gone by in a second, the bill was slipped towards Finn, though I still reached into my purse.

"Are you mad? No, put your money away, I'm not taking it." Finn stated as he carelessly threw down some notes, surprisingly taking my hand in his and guiding me out of the restaurant.

I was tense as we walked, and I saw a flash of realisation in Finn's eyes as we made it outside. Both looking down at our interlocked fingers, Finn broke away, clearing his throat.

"Sorry, force of habit."

Hesitating, I smiled up at him, lacing our hands together again."These are new heels I'm breaking in. Need help walking in them."

He chuckled, pulling me closer as we walked down the street. We were silent, feeling like kids in love again. I couldn't deny that my feelings were still strong for Finn, I missed him dearly. At first, part of me had been wary of all this, wondering if he really had good intentions, or just thought he could get a quick shag in from an ex before he left; but the effort he went through, the things we spoke about, trying to heal old wounds, Finn had matured and he was wanting to fix this. I wanted to fix this, my heart was aching for my old life with him. 

“We’re not done yet, are we?” I timidly asked.

“Not unless you want it to be.”

I instantly shook my head.“No, I’d like to stay out for longer.”

“Even though you’re struggling in your heels?”

I smirked.“I know a nice place we can sit down.”

I took him to the local park, it had a huge lake with benches dotted around, luckily it wasn’t busy, there was somehow a hint of privacy here. We sat down close to each other, hands still entwined. 

“You still hungry?” I asked.

“Hm?”

I dug into my purse, producing a bag of sweets I had bought the previous day. I laughed as his eyes lit up, taking one without even asking. I took one too, reminiscing on how we used to do the same thing as kids. It seemed he was thinking about it too.

“Just like the old days.” Finn said.

“We spent way too much money on sweets back then. It’s a wonder we still have our teeth.”

 “Wish I got out of that spending habit. We could be married and in our new house by now.”

“So you never wanted to move on? You didn’t give in to those girls wanting to be with a Peaky Blinder?”

“Never. I couldn’t. I couldn’t even fathom being with anyone else, it was always you (Y/N). Did you date?”

“No, I felt exactly the same. Which is why I was angry at myself for a long time. I was supposed to be upset with you, not still in love.”

His head whipped round to face me.“You still love me?”

My mouth was still open, unsure how to answer. It seemed I didn’t have to as Finn leaned in, placing on hand on my cheek as we kissed. Instinctively I kissed back, placing my hands on him where I could, hearing the bag of sweets fall to the ground and spill its contents. This kiss was needy, the type of kiss you gave your partner when you had missed them, when they had been away for a long time; and although we had our hands on each other, our touch was still gentle.

“Get the ring.” Finn breathed out, our lips still almost touching.

I carelessly got it for him, heart beating extremely fast. He took it from me, pecking me on the lips one last time before standing up. He straightened out his suit, took a deep breath and got down on one knee. I was just as emotional the first time he did it.

“(Y/N), I know I messed up everything in the past, I was careless when I should have been supportive and helped to build our future. I learnt from those mistakes, and I really, really want to go back to how we were. I need you (Y/N), I love you so much. There aren’t enough words to express how much love I have for you. Will you marry me?”

I didn’t need to think about my answer. I blurted out a yes, waiting for him to slide the ring back on my finger before throwing myself onto him. We stumbled back onto the ground, our arms around each other as we laughed and cried. I believed him this time, I truly believed him. He put in the effort to show me his changes, he wanted to fix everything. I wanted things back to the way they were with my man, and we were back to building our future and living the rest of our lives together.

[koomiyah]

It's funny u all believe whats in front of the camera but not believe their personal life's images behind the cameras???? Outside of eachother company???

And u all shippers are some smart asses ...u know all of u ignore these type of asks really....nobody even try to answer this or post this...u r the one actually who posted my ask about their scandals...i must say u r brave....but use ur brain a little more....

Did u see their artist made collection shows videos???

For tae's show its jimin...who becomes the host....

For jimin....it's jk....

And for jk...it's tae....

Lmao company are fooling all of your for years...and years...

Think logically atleast for once for god sake...!!!!

Their friendships is special...but that's the point....it's all just friendship.....

It was not a coincidence....that scandal and that jm tattoo happened at d exact same time and thn initials also matched the girls name...i also can agree that that girl dirty to him thts y he realised later nd dump that girl...but he definitely have something going on with her....just bcz she said she has a boyfriend...u all gonna believe that ....wht else she can even say to save her ass...as all the shippers like u...given her a hard time...not even let her breath,work.... anything....

If your are just not shippers and u really all of them .... atleast give ur followers these conclusions too ...dnt manipulate young people in the fandom by only good things of their relationship which all u can clearly see in front of the cameras....post evrything i ask u....and give logical answers for that..!!!!!

I send u three more ask including this...give answers if u can....

U are mainly jikook based blogger right...???so i hope u have some logical answers for my asks....

He actually redone that tattoo after JM came back from France to visit him on his birthday

'J' wasnt there at first and believe me, it wasn't for that random girl.

But let's assume you sre right about doing that tattoo for fs. Imagine getting your band mate's innitials tattooed on you bc of fanservice. Don't you know that taekook is much more popular than Jikook? Why don't let him get taehyungs name in a crossed heart on his arm to cover that scandal instead?

Bts in 2019 have already been paving the way, BH needs them. Bts don't need big hit. This is what is crucial there. What bts want, bts get. That's the truth. Boys don't need to do fanservice because their friendships are genuine and it shows. If all of it was just fake, you would easily spot it.

That isn't even about me shipping jikook because I don't ship them. I support them no matter what their relationship status is or will be. I follow the events around them for quite a long time now and they are both extremely close to their families. Do you think bh would pay their parents to act like their sons are closer than two friends should be? Because it makes no sense to me.

Especially considering that korean culture pays a lot into the view. The way Jimin casually talking to JK's mom on the phone and her responding 'I love you' to him before even greeting him is a big thing. That is not a confirmation that they are dating but that they are close. Bts hadn't have many breaks during their debut and yet jikook were spending time in busan together, even spending family korean holidays together. It isn't for fanservice, anon.

And I don't also base my opinion only on what I see on camera. It's so easy for you to believe in rumors and one picture when there is a lot of other things to put into consideration. I believe that Jungkook can have female friends. If he was spotted hugging his male friend would people think they are dating? Obviously not. It's just still set up in your mindset that boys can't be friends with girls bc that means they are definitely romantically involved.

Y'all forget that Jungkook has been openly praising gay artists, sharing their songs, covering them. He put a gay love song as background music for gcf in tokyo. He covered 'fools' by troye sivan who is a gay artist and the song is about falling in love with a boy you can't be with and you imagine a future you could have got if you weren't gay. He keeps his songs nonpronoun and often quotes things from gay movies like love,simon. He wears genderless clothes and openly talked about it, saying that ppl should wear what they want. That boy isn't 100% alpha male you all want him to be.

[tooweirdforyou]

Hiiiii hope ur doing well❤. I was wondering if i could get Shanks with a female who he leave at the village the same day he leave luffy. And after a few year s/o was done waiting and decided to leave and become a pirate captain of a very dangerous crew with a very high bounty has all three Haki types [ A bout a Billion]. And s/o meets Shanks at the Marineford but s/o is all cold hearted and bitter. She still loves him but would never forgive for leaving her.

Have a good day/night❤❤❤

Shanks With An Old S/O From Years Ago

A/N : Oi, I hope y’all aren’t expecting an angsty ending 😖 no way am I going to do that.

note : originally, I was going to make this two parters, or at least begin with reader and Shanks before he left, but then it’d take even longer and I still have tons of requests to do.. and this is pretty short.

I changed it a bit too—

warning : MARINEFORD SPOILER * also, this is pretty different from the actual scene, I wrote my own scene because I can’t remember nor did I want to search it up.. so it’s my own scene but still contains spoilers!

Summary : Once lovers, now strangers, Shanks meets his significant other once more in a unexpected time and feelings are returned from the past.

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Why now?

The old sinking feeling of your heart dropping down to your stomach was enough to make your blood run cold.

The sight of one of the four powerful emperors made you frozen in the spot.

Eyes widened in shock with mixed feelings bubbling up inside you, lips parted but no words could even begin to form. Not with him around, no.

Thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice.

“I think we’ve shed enough blood. Why don’t we end this war?”

Saving the young and brave, pink-haired marine from a tragic death from Akainu, Emperor, Akagami no Shanks had his signature smile present, hand gripping his sword and successfully blocking Akainu’s fist.

“I-It’s Red-Haired Shanks!”

“What is another Emperor doing here?!”

“Emperor, Red Hair Shanks. This war has nothing to do with you. What is your reason for your arrival?” Akainu scowls, raising his fist that was currently boiling with magma.

Shanks takes a small look around to see the damage done from the war that has just occurred, and amidst his scan, his eyes fall onto you.

His eyes turn wide from shock, while yours quickly turned away from him, to avoid his lingering stare and attention from the others.

Before anyone could notice the sudden awkward silence in the air, you began to walk off, your crew following suit.

Clearing his throat, Shanks turns back away, recovering from the shock of seeing you at a place like this before speaking.

“I believe we have had enough of this war. Many lives have been lost. What do you say, Sengoku?” Shanks then pulls a smirk on his face as he pulls back his sword from Akainu and held it out suggestively.

“Unless, you truly would like to continue it?”

Behind Shanks was his entire crew, Beckman smoking, Lucky Rue eating meat, Yasopp with his gun rest on his shoulder, etc.

Sengoku closes his eyes and remained silent before turning away. “We shall call it an end.”

Shanks nods as he sheathes his sword. “Very well. At least allow his family to give him and his son a proper burial as well. It’s the least you could offer.”

Referring to Whitebeard and the fallen Ace, you pause in your tracks after hearing Shanks.

Sengoku ponders for a minute before sighing. “I’ll allow that. But nothing else. Now, leave. Before I find myself a reason to start attacking you now.” Sengoku commands.

With that, the marines began to gather the injured, with the command of Sengoku, whilst the Whitebeard Pirates started to retreat, a few lingering back to recover their fallen people and the now deceased.

“[Name]. What should we do? The war has ended, and Straw Hat Luffy has retreated and being saved by Worst Generation Pirate, Trafalgar Law.” Your first mate reports, walking up to your side.

You look around the navy headquarters, seeing the mass destruction that has been caused and the pained and tearful expressions of the Whitebeard Pirates.

Though relief filled you from the thought of Luffy being saved, the overbearing pain you felt from seeing someone was taking over.

“..We’re done here.. let’s get—“

“[Name].”

That voice.

The familiar voice was nearly enough to make you stop, to think back on the many memories you had with him, to actually wait and see what the man wanted to say.

But you didn’t. You didn’t stop. You kept walking.

“[Name], wait. Can we please talk, for even just a minute?”

Reaching for your wrist, you instinctively tried pulling back but the Emperor’s grip was tight. But almost immediately, he let go and pulled his hands back to his sides.

You look at him, staring at his eyes that were filled with hurt and even the smallest hint of regret.

The sound of a blade un-sheathing from its scabbard interrupted your thoughts and you put a hand out, successfully stopping your first mate from harming the Red-Haired.

“Don’t. You’ll only cause unnecessary trouble.” You tell them, making them exhale and reluctantly turn away.

“What should we do, Cap?”

Exchanging glances with Benn and Yasopp, you receive a nod from the two of them and Benn faces the Red-Haired Pirates.

“Let’s head back to the ship.”

You turn to your own crew and directed your head in the direction of your own vessel. “We shall as well.”

Just as the others began walking, you stop, feeling Shank’s eyes lingering on you, waiting for your answer.

“.... Let’s talk then... we’ll talk on my ship and I’ll take you back to yours afterwards.”

Though you couldn’t see it, you could see the grateful smile that was forming on Shank’s lips as he nods at you. “Thank you.”

-

... Tension was eating away at the silence.

The two of you sat alone in the office. Your office. You stood behind your desk, next to your chair while Shanks stood in center of the room.

However, fortunately Shanks cut the silence by speaking.

“You’ve grown.”

“I have..”

Nodding once absentmindedly threw Shanks off for a second before he recovered.

“.. you’ve made quite a name for yourself. I’m surprised you became involved with this war though.” Shanks starts and you sigh, turning away.

“Someone had to watch over Luffy. Otherwise he would have gotten himself killed. God knows he needs someone to look after him after the person he idolized so much left him.”

You didn’t mean to start off so blunt and rude right off the bat, but it seemed to slip out.

However, Shanks wasn’t fazed but his expression merely softened and saddened at your words.

“Look..I didn’t have a choice, I-“

“Don’t give me that, you know damn well you perfectly had a choice.”

Shanks stammered for a second before letting out a heavy sigh. “[Name]. You have to understand..”

His gentle tone.

The way his body was striding over to you.

The way he slowly raised a hand to bring to your face.

And the way you just let him do as he pleased.

And you wish you didn’t feel it. But you did.

The same sparks.

You wanted to jump into his arms. Lean into his touch and let him hold you for all the years that went by.

But you couldn’t. You didn’t. You weren’t willing to make the same mistake twice.

You pulled away and pushing his hand aside, you walk around the desk and away from Shanks, arms at your side and practically hugging yourself.

Pain was evident in the two of you.

“Shanks, stop...”

Looking up at Shanks sorrowfully, you feel your chest ache and you knew Shanks did too. He felt the same sparks after all.

He knew he wasn’t the only one who was still having feelings.

“[Name]..” Shanks spoke in a hushed tone, carefully making his way around the desk to go back to you. This time, you didn’t stop him.

“Hey, look at me.. please.”

And you did.

“Believe me when I say this, I have never stopped loving you. You are the only one that has been on my mind all these years. I watched your bounties rise.. I checked in on the news on your growing fame and powerful crew by your side.. there has never been a time where I stopped thinking about you.”

Cupping your cheeks gently, caressing your skin with his thumbs, he leaned closer and closer until your noses touched together.

“I still love you, [Name]..”

He whispers out, staring into the abyss of your [ e/c ] just seconds before closing in on the space between you both.

Pressing his lips to yours, you felt the aching in your heart start to swell and fill it’s emptiness with the tiniest bit of warmth Shanks offered.

And you couldn’t help but kiss him back. Wrapping your arms around him, you let yourself just lean into his hold and all the pain you felt disappeared in seconds. You couldn’t even tell how much you longed to feel his lips against yours once more.

Eventually, you did pull away and look down, but felt Shanks press his forehead against yours and moved his hands down to intertwined them with your hands.

“You felt it too, right?..”

You couldn’t tell if you what you were feeling but regardless, you knew what he meant.

Nodding slowly, you breathe out softly and close your eyes.

“Still.. I can’t do this.. I’m afraid it’ll break again.”

“I promise I’ll fix it enough so it’s unbreakable. This time, I’ll make sure to stick around, and never leave your side again.... what do you say?”

Whether you were going to end up regretting it or not, you just couldn’t let this opportunity slip. Especially knowing Shanks was being genuine on his part.

“Fine.. Don’t ever leave me again.”

Feeling a uncontainable grin spreading across his face, he holds your hand tight and pulls them to his lips to kiss gently before smiling softly at you.

“I’m truly one lucky bastard, if I get another chance from you.”

-

A/N : hope you liked it and it was okay!! Thanks for requesting!

definitely rushed, I’m losing some motivation, and stressing from school ;-; soo, yeah. I’ll try to keeps these long but I’ll mainly be doing headcannons now ( sadly ) and they might be short.

Thank you for continuing to being supportive of me and I wish you all a great day / night! :)) 🤍

[girl-next-door-writes]

Rumour Has It - part 5

Characters: George Weasley x reader

Summary: After weeks of radio silence, George discovers the truth behind your ‘relationship’.

Word Count:  2096 words

Prompt: Fake Dating

A/N: This is so close to the end now! Still not sure how it’s gonna end so, you know, that’s fun! Thanks to my awesome beta team @thisismysecrethappyplace  @mayday1284​ @none-of-ur-frackin-business​

Sitting on the slightly battered sofa in his (and Fred’s) apartment, surrounded by bin bags he had filled with the detritus of his old life, George stared at the message in his hands blankly. Five little words had ripped apart his whole world and the emptiness inside him grew until there was nothing left, only a numb feeling.

‘I can’t do this. Sorry.’

What had he done wrong? Had he pushed too far introducing you to his family? If he really thought about it, that’s when this distance had set in, but he’d been so busy plotting the future he’d missed the important signs. He had been blinded by his own happiness, the hope he felt at your every smile. God, he was an idiot. The tears building in his eyes blurred the writing, but the words were now burned onto his heart. Curling up in the fetal position, he squeezed his eyes closed, letting the floodgates open, all the negative emotions washing over him in a tidal wave.

He hadn’t realised just how much you had driven back the pain he had been living with on a daily basis, but without you he felt like he was drowning. The day slowly bled into night, the apartment growing dark the only indication of the passing of time. The long shadows wrapping around him like arms, dragging him further down. He deserved to be alone, deserved this ache in his chest. He couldn’t save his brother, he didn’t deserve someone like you. He didn’t deserve someone to hold him close and make him believe he could heal, that he should heal.

He had let his guard down, had grown used to the idea of being part of a pair again. Of course you had run for the hills, that was far too much to place on anyone! Getting caught up in you had been his downfall, he hadn’t stopped to protect himself.

‘Come on, mate.’ The voice in his head said tentatively. George could have sworn he felt the sofa dip as if someone had sat beside him, but he kept his eyes closed tight.

“I fucked it up, Fred. I had it all right there and I fucked it up.” He whispered into the darkness.

‘It’s her loss, Georgie.’ The voice in his head said softly, but his heart refused to believe that. He wasn’t worthy of comfort, he needed to feel every facet of this hurt to remind himself why he should remain alone.  

Isabelle had opened up the shop for the past three days and there hadn’t been any sign of George at all. At first, the staff had assumed he was off with his new girlfriend, but after two days they began to grow concerned, this was unusual behaviour for their diligent boss. Day three and they were arguing over which one of them should contact his mother, when Jack spotted a familiar redhead out on the street. “Hey! There’s Bill!” he cried, dashing out of the store and through the crowd to catch up with their bosses’ brother.

“BILL!” Jack yelled, causing the man to stop and look around curiously, before a smile tugged at his lips.

“Hi Jack. How’s things? George working you lot hard?”

“Well, that’s the thing.” Jack rubbed the back of his neck nervously, mentally checking off the ‘maybe there’s a family thing going on’ from the list of reasons for George’s absence.  “We’ve not actually seen him since Monday.”

“What?” Bill frowned with confusion, trying to process this. “Okay. Okay, you guys need anything in the shop?”

“No, we’ve got it covered, we’re just- we’re worried about him.”

“Yeah. Well, let me see what’s going on. He may have eloped or something.” Bill chuckled, trying to reassure the boy in front of him.

“If he has then Emilia wins ten galleons.” Jack smiled back, relieved to have put the burden on someone else. “I’ll get back and let the others know.  Thanks, Bill.”

“No problem.” Bill nodded and then apparated to the Burrow to see if his brother was there.

After searching several places, Bill finally apparated to George (and Fred’s) apartment. At this point he was desperate. Nobody had seen him, and a panic had spread through the family like a wildfire.

“George?” Bill called out, his eyes scanning the place. There were signs that someone had been there recently. Cleaning products, furniture moved, even a mug of half-drunk cold tea on the kitchen counter. Wandering through to open a window, his eyes fell on the figure of his little brother, curled up on the sofa, his hands clutching a piece of paper.

Bill’s heart broke for George. The scene was so reminiscent of the days after Fred’s death. Dark days for the entire family. Crouching down beside the sofa, he gently placed his hand on George’s arm. “Hey, mate. Come on, let’s get you up and into the shower because, to be honest, you kinda stink.” Giving him a sad smile, Bill took the paper from George’s hand and pulled him to his feet. “Whatever it is, we can figure it out after you’ve cleaned up and got a fresh set of clothes on. I’ll stick the kettle on and then we’ll tackle it together. Okay?”

George gave him a small nod and headed towards the bathroom like a zombie. As soon as Bill heard the shower start, he picked up the paper and read the brief message. “Shit.” He sighed. He had really thought the two of you were going to go the distance.

This was not how it was supposed to be. You sat at a table near the back of the coffeeshop, staring into your drink, trying to ignore the emptiness inside you. It was safe to say that you did not recognize yourself when you caught your reflection. Dark circles around your eyes, eyes which now held a deep sadness within them that you couldn’t shake. You always tried to give each job your all, but the Weasley job had taken so much more than you had ever intended. You were changed irrevocably, and you didn’t know what to do about that.

Closing your eyes for a moment, the image of George appeared. You knew that you were far from perfect, but the way he would look at you, the soft smile, the warmth in his eyes, he made you believe that you were so much more than you are. Of course, he didn’t know about the lies, the ones that slowly became truth. The gentle touches that meant so much more to you than they should have. It was your own fault. You should have gotten out of there as soon as you caught feelings, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. Now, you could only imagine how much pain you had caused.

“You have some nerve coming around here.” Angelina’s harsh voice caused you to open your eyes, looking up at the enraged woman with a mixture of regret and guilt. Whatever she had to say to you, you deserved it.

“I- I’ll go. Sorry.” You mumbled, gathering your things as tears began to form in your eyes once more. Chewing your bottom lip to stop it quivering, you were surprised when you felt a hand rest on your arm. This time, when you looked at Angelina, you saw her expression had softened a little. Not entirely, but a little.

“You are going to sit your arse back down and tell me what the hell is going on, because you look as cut up about all this as he does.” You had mixed feelings about that, knowing George was upset hurt you, but it also made you believe that maybe he cared enough to get over this mistake and you could find a way through together.

Sitting back down, you turned to Angelina and told her everything, from the first meeting with Molly to the note you had sent telling George you couldn’t do this anymore. Once you had finished, you risked looking at her.

“This is a mess.” Angelina sighed, but she didn’t seem angry, just sad.

“If I could start over, go back in time and change things then-“

“Then you’d not take the money? Not have walked into the shop?”

“Then I would have just told him how I really felt. He was never a job, not really. I haven’t even taken Molly’s money.”

“Wait, so you haven’t actually been paid for any of this?” Angelina frowned.

“No. It didn’t seem right.”

“So, technically, this wasn’t a job. Really, if you look at it, you were just dating him.”

“I don’t think he’ll see it that way.”

“But you like him, right?”

“I love him, Angie. I am so in love with him and I don’t know what is killing me more, not being near him or knowing I have hurt him so fucking badly.”

“Then let’s fix it.”

“I don’t think it can be. I fucked up massively and I don’t think that it can be fixed. Look after him for me?” You got to your feet and gave her a sad smile, hurrying off before she could stop you.

The kitchen was a hive of activity, Molly pouring tea for their guests as they each took a seat. Lee plumped up a cushion before sliding it behind Angelina’s back and Arthur took the teapot from his wife, urging her to sit. When Angelina had asked to drop by Molly knew it wasn’t going to be all small talk but there was a tension in the air that was evocative of The Order days, a sense that important work was afoot.

“He’s not in a good place at all. He won’t even come back here.” Bill sighed as he sat down at the kitchen table, looking over at his mother.

“This is all my fault. I just- I wanted him to get back out there.” Molly couldn’t meet anyone’s gaze, she felt so foolish. She hadn’t expected George to fall for the girl so quickly. She’d thought it would just show him what was out there, give him the confidence to go and find the love of his life.

“It was done with the best of intentions, and, well, honestly how would they have met otherwise?” Angelina picked up her mug of tea and blew on it, the memory of your face playing on her mind.

“So, we all agree that they make a good couple, and we should step in here?” Lee asked, wanting to make sure they were all on the same page.

“Hasn’t there been enough interference?” Arthur asked ruefully, reaching over and placing his hand on Molly’s. He didn’t blame her for the mess, but he did feel this whole thing could have been cleared up a lot sooner and with less fall out.

“He loves her, dad.” Bill had spent the last few days with George, trying to help in any way he could, but he couldn’t get through.

“And she loves him.” Angelina added. “I saw her. She’s a mess. She thinks he would never forgive her, but maybe, with a nudge, they could talk it out.”

“The problem is, George won’t leave his apartment and she won’t go anywhere near Diagon Alley. How are they supposed to talk it out when we can’t even get them in the same place?” Lee huffed in frustration, this was proving to be impossible.

The group talked back and forth, putting out ideas and then finding all the reasons they wouldn’t work. Some plans were far too elaborate, some dangerous, and some just downright absurd. After hours talking in circles, they all began to fear that this may be something that couldn’t be fixed after all.

“A portkey.” Arthur said, almost to himself, as the group quieted down. He had been sitting silently, observing the gathering and sifting through his own thoughts. “Give her a portkey that will take her to the apartment and then we won’t let them out until it’s resolved.”

“That- that might actually work.” Bill frowned thoughtfully.

“It’s so simple.” Angelina laughed. “How did we miss that?” They all turned to look at Arthur with varying degrees of awe and adoration.

“Because you are all too caught up in it. We can’t make them talk to each other, but we can present the opportunity. There’s no telling what state George might be in when she shows up, or how their conversation may go, but either way it will be resolved. Now, who wants a slice of cake?” 

[everythingoesnk]

Better Late Than Never

summary; john plays cupid (sorta?)

word count; 1 711

request by anon; “heehee i never knew u took requests!! ur writing is so lovely u rlly are talented❤️❤️ i was wondering if u could do smthg ab being georgies neighbour and like him n the quarrymen r rehearsing and they invite u to watch and they flirt w u and he gets jealous”

disclaimers; this sat in my drafts for ages but i finally finished it. glad that i can post it for once and for all. don’t be too hard on me cause i haven’t written shit in so long and i’m super sceptical about my work ty

warnings;

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A few weeks earlier, Paul and John made the decision that Eric Griffiths had to go. They wanted George to be part of the group, and with Eric on board there were just too many guitars. The Quarrymen, along with Lowe on the piano and Hanton on the drums, had a demo recording scheduled in Kensington in a couple of days, so whenever they had the time, they would invest it in practising and sprucing up their performance.

You were coming back home after babysitting a three-year-old boy when you saw Paul and John’s distinctive jaunty silhouettes down the street.

They were carrying their instruments.

”Reunion of bitches?” you teased, bumping your shoulders with theirs to open a spot for you in between.

They were so used to you being a nosy little bird that they didn’t even flinch when you appeared.

“If what you mean by that is if we’re heading to a rehearsal, yes we are” Paul confirmed looking down at you with a warm smile. He slid his arm around your neck and patted your cheek persistently just to annoy you. “It’s the three of us this time, the others are busy”

You tried to smack his hand away while he spoke, but he had it strongly clamped over your mouth now, playfully sticking to his cat-and-mouse game. John was used to Paul behaving like this around you, you being like a little sister to him even though you shared the same age, so he didn’t move an inch when you began asking for help through the muffled laughter.

What came out of his mouth instead earned puzzled looks from you and Paul, who slowly let his arm drop.

“You can’t come” he had stated, because he knew you and it was only a matter of seconds before you started badgering them to let you stay and watch them play.

“Why not?” you snapped back, forehead puckered up.

John threw his head back to stare at Paul and raised an inquisitive knowing eyebrow at him.

After witnessing the looks they were giving each other, you huffed loudly, tired of the melodramatic secrecy. “Not again with the silent conversations”

“You can’t expect to know everything, (Y/N)” John stated.

“But what is there to know?” you questioned, beyond confused.

You were missing something and it was stressing you out that they knew what it was but wouldn’t tell you because they didn’t feel like it.

Paul felt empathy for you after seeing you so lost.

“We don’t progress much when you’re around because you distract Geo too much” he explained.

“Bravo, Macca” John sighed as the three of you continued to walk towards George’s house.

With their ‘silent conversation’ they agreed not to rat out George, but Paul’s mouth was faster than his brain could ever be.

John should have taken into account his mate’s overspoken nature.        

“I do?” you said, lines forming between your brows, not understanding. “How so?”

John snorted. “Sit and observe”

You turned to Paul. He was staring at John the same way one does when you recognize your friend is about to put on a show and you aren’t very sure if it’s the right time or place, but you know that anything you say will fly into their ear and out of the other.

He fixed his eyes tenderly on you after and shrugged his shoulders with a peculiar cheekiness.

//

George looked every bit the unconcerned man as he sat back and watched John plop down on the couch next to you, splaying his arms along the top of the seat as he asked you how much you get paid for the babysitting.

They were in a break after been playing for two hours.

“Not much” you noted.

“Quit” he interrupted, smirking friskily and brushing a strand of hair behind your ear cautiously. “I’ll double your wage if you join the band. We are missing the attractive factor”

You wheezed. “I’m positive with your talent it’ll be sufficient” you said, laughing still.

You looked over at George. He wasn’t looking in your direction but John’s, mouth compressed and something you couldn’t fathom flitting across his eyes.

“Besides,” you added, “I don’t know how to play any instrument to save my life”

“The piano a little bit” George chimed in, after deliberating whether to speak or not.

You blushed settling your gaze on him one more time, marvelled that he remembered. “It’s been years since I last practised”

“If the piano is too much I’ll give you my harmonica. I’m fucking tired of blowing into that shit” John offered, resting his left hand on your thigh and giving it a firm squeeze.

Everyone laughed except George. He didn’t even smile.

He dipped his eyes and ran a finger over his brow back and forth for a couple of seconds before grabbing his guitar again.

Something was off with him, and it upset you that he was feeling under the weather when Paul, John and you were vibing and having such a wonderful time.

John kissed your cheek and cuddled you after wrapping his leather jacket around you even though you didn’t ask for it. George saw and shook his head gently, forcing himself to continue working on his part so he would nail it in the upcoming session. His mind was elsewhere and the chords didn’t sound as good as he wanted them to be. He brought his brows together and you stifled an affable grin, observing silently while he mumbled under his breath, probably putting himself down for not getting them right.

John smiled seeing you stare at George, but Paul knew what that smile meant, what was really behind it, and he started gesturing at him as subtle as he could not to push his luck with George. He’d keep his conscience clean regardless of what happened from now on.

John’s smile enlarged when he saw his best mate from the corner of his eye trying to catch his attention, but he had it all mapped out in his head.

He leaned forward, elbows on the knees and fingers interlocked.

“(Y/N), is it true that you’ve been seeing Sam?”

You looked over at John, perplexed.

George also raised his gaze, disconcertion lurking in it.

Paul slapped a hand to his forehead.

Clueless as to why he would ask that, you turned pink. “Where have you heard that?”

George interpreted your blush as you being embarrassed because you got caught, and your question as wanting to know who spillt the news. The suave yet pained expression tinted on his face was replaced by a rather sad and fragile one.

Instinctively, you pinned your eyes to George’s when John didn’t answer you. You weren’t dating anyone named Sam and you didn’t want him to believe that you did.

He remained there staring what felt like a lifetime into your eyes, only for his to fall to the floor seconds after. He stood up and paced to the door.

Envy overloaded him, making his jealously evolve into what a romantic would describe as passional delirium.

Hastily, he turned, came up to you and closed his fingers over your arm. John watched with a wry grin.

“Can we talk?” George asked, his tone filled with forced politeness.

You nodded and let him guide you towards his kitchen.

He looked over his shoulder first to confirm that neither of his bandmates had followed you there.

Then, for a few seconds, he froze. You noticed he was agitated and internally saturated with mixed feelings.

Out of the blue, he straightened his spine, a different kind of thickness filling his throat. Determined to overcome his shyness and insecurity, he gave a long exhale. Throwing you off guard, he grabbed your face, fingers gripping tightly your cheeks, and pressed his mouth to yours so enthusiastically that you subtly felt his front teeth.

Excitement and love rushed into your veins.

You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his waist, knowing from the get go that this wasn’t going to be the last time that you would taste his lips. George couldn’t open his eyes at first after having departed from the kiss, which turned out to be the best and most pleasant, pure and precious kiss he had ever shared.

When he flicked them open, he couldn’t resist the drive to glide his thumb over the soft skin of your sweet fleshy lips.

John suddenly burst into the kitchen pretending to pull off that the obtrusion was casual. The real and obvious reason was that he wanted to see what was going on behind curtains.

George quickly pulled back.

That reaction and the swollen lips from both of you was enough for John.

“Don’t mind me. Just came here for something to drink” he said, but the clownery in his voice was oh so present and solid.

Cheeks burning, George didn’t move.

John, with the glass in his hand, turned to him before leaving.

“I mean, maybe it’s you who needs some water. You look feverish, my friend”

You quickly pushed him out of the kitchen.

George slowly looked up again when he wasn’t around. “There’s no Sam, is there?”

You shook your head no. “John is a crackhead, a good bloke but a crackhead. Never listen to him, listen to me” you smiled. He drew you into his arms, missing your warmth already. “I’m not dating Sam, Geo. He’s blond and I’m not into blondes”

George chuckled. “What are you into, then?” he asked, needing to hear from you that you only wanted him.

“I’m into this guy from The Quarrymen. Not the one who plays the bass, and clearly not the blind one, he’s too much of a ponce sometimes” you smirked. “Into the bushy unibrow guy”

He laughed harder and tightened his embrace.

“Lucky you he’s had his eye and unibrow on you for some time”

“Sweet, cause I’ve been in love with him ever since I met him”

George stared dearly down at you with the brightest smile and captured your lips again.

He didn’t know if John was a genius or a foolish cretin for causing him to feel so enraged before, making him believe you had a boyfriend.

The perfect mix, he conceded.

[rotzaprachim]

Ok but your soc au was and is absolutely everything I need!! I saw ur draft and was instantly brought back to like 2018 but like in a good way??!? You’re so talented it’s amazing!!

i’m SO GLAD TO HEAR and not sure if this is about the Hunger Games Au or the misfit au but EITHER WAY i am always so so SO glad when people enjoy my extremely niche soc (+ even nicher soc AU) stuff it’s been one of my most consistent interests for five years now. 

ALSO! There is MORE of the SOC misfits au and i actually have so many ideas and precise plot points i am going to have to take out a notepad and try to plan this bitch out? Which i NEVER do? But here’s a scene from the opening. Hope you enjoy!

  CONTENT WARNING that while one of the biggest divergences i plan to take is that the AU will be far, FAR less sexual than Misfits as a show, taking in mind the younger general target audience and character ages of Six of Crows and respect for the characters, there is a sexual joke in this that felt appropriatedly teenage. 

“We were given these powers for a reason. We have to do something useful with them. Use them to help people.” Inej insisted.

“Given these powers by who, then? God?” 

“God wouldn’t give them to us as a reward,” Matthias said, suddenly flexing his hands nervously, as if the possibility of his newfound ability to turn things into instant popsicles had in fact been conferred by a far more demonic entity. Looking at Kaz, he thought there was something to that particular theory. 

        “Everyone shut up with making the fucking community center into some kind of fucking seminary. God’s faker than the blonde hair of the poor girl who delivers off-brand milk to this dump on thursdays, and if there’s any supernatural reason for our powers, it’s that fate decided they’d dealt me a fucked enough hand and might as well give me something with a purpose.” 

“And that is?” 

“Making myself fabulously, disgustingly rich.” 

“Which you plan to do with your ability to inflict plain in what, the fucking community center? None of us have five fucking quid to rub together, except for Posh Boy Here.” 

“I don’t have five quid either,” Wylan said quietly, getting mostly drowned up in the arguing. 

“Yeah you do,” Jesper said quietly. Wylan almost flinched, unused to being heard in the chaos. “I know the pen you have. Some kind of an old school Lamy that needs fancy ink cartridges. It’s like, ninety at least.” 

“You know about Lamy pens? From where?” 

“I got a past even the devil would flinch from, merchling. I have seen things. Horrifying things, spine tingling things, th-” 

“I’ve seen you before. On Tv i think.” 

It was Jesper’s turn to be surprised. “I-” 

“There is no fucking way you are going to do that. I’ve been trying for fucking years and I barely make rent.” 

“Are you saying you have a sharper acumen for the world of business, Nina dearest?” 

“I’m saying I didn’t get fucking arrested for eating pick-n-mix, that’s for fucking sure. Anyway,” Nina said primly. “I agree with Inej. If we have powers we should use them for something.” 

“Like what? Fighting the oppressive overarching structures of society that hold us all down?” Kaz’s voice dripped with sarcasm. 

“Yes.” Inej said. 

“I was thinking more like. I dunno, small things. Loads of hopeless cases around here.” She shrugged. “Maybe we can make some a little less hopeless.” 

“That’s going to be really easy, what with the dead body of our probation worker lying around premises. Yes reporter officer sir, we did help that old lady cross the road with her sunday shopping, now come take our interview and take our photos for the Sunday Supplement and yeah, sir, don’t notice the full on bloody corpse lying in the rec room.” 

“We do it in secret. Have codenames to mask our identities, like real superheroes do.” Wylan said. 

“They organise a cute little meet-and-greet with a real fucking superhero as an extracurricular at Eton, did they now? Give you have so much experience with how real superheroes operate, then.” 

           Inej’s eyes flashed. It almost looked like a warning, and he filed a mental note that she looked like she might have a little more lightening inside than he’d first judged. Kaz glanced away from her and stared at the wall where they’d hastily moved a big sign for Mommy and Me Musical Magic Monday Maraccas Momzanza!!! (6 months to three years) over what remained of the blood, which, given the deteriorating likely asbestos-ridden condition of this rattrap, would be a goddamn bitch to fully get out of all the cracks and gouges in the wall. After they dealt with the body. 

The problem was, he liked the posh twit’s idea. Liked it a lot, far more than he was willing to let on. If there was anything he’d learned in his years in the Dregs, it was that names had power. Images had power, the idea that other people had of you. If they were properly terrified, they stayed the fuck away and did what you told them too. Make something greater than yourself, and have them fear it. That was the closest you came to power in this world. 

So Kaz gingerly nodded, levelling his enthusiasm in a slightly bored town. “Yeah, eh. Let’s do that. Codenames. So they don’t know what ours are.” 

“You go first, then, genius. What’r you gonna be going as? Cazzo Brekker? Dickhead of the nth degree?” 

Kaz thought for a moment. Tapped his gloved fingers against his knee. “Dirtyhands,” he said. 

A long, sudden pause. Kaz’s brain worked fast enough to realise the disaster he’d just set off, and he was suddenly, urgently, jealous of Jesper and his powers over town. 

The silence was broken by Nina shrieking with laughter, harpy lad and almost doubled over. 

“Dirtyhands? You might as well call yourself Filthy Fingers. Or better yet, Massive Fucking Wanker.” 

“You could abbreviate that to MFW,” Jesper added helpfully. “In case Massive Fucking Wanker was too long to fit on the superhero cape or something.”

Kaz glanced around. Inej had disappeared, although rather that was using her power or because she’d always been good at doing that even before the electrical storm made them all freaks from one of Wylan’s comics, and Matthias was doing something that looked like praying fervently, hands clasped and searching strips of the grey sky through the cracks in the skylights, looking very much like a man caught in one of the lower circles of hell and searching desperately for deliverance.

“Very funny. I have a suggestion for you lot, then. It’s called D-E-A-” 

He was well into launching himself at both Nina and Jesper, certain that if a fight broke out he at the very least wouldn’t be the looser, when he rammed into something small but very solid.  

“What the-” 

Some very sharp fingernails pinched his ears. Bold move, considering his aforementioned touch-me-and-feel-excruciating-pain powers. It hurt. 

“Where-?” 

Inej didn’t rematerialise. Jesper jumped up, though, as if someone had sharply stepped on his foot. “Oww, mate.” He reached out, swatted air. Nina tipped sideways suddenly, rubbing at her scalp. “Shit, did you have to yank at my hair that hard?” 

          She was fast. Tricky, tricky. Kaz mentally reassessed his current pecking order of bullshit-powers-by-order-of-danger 

“If we don’t stop fighting, we’re all end up in prison again. Police’ll be here soon, and we need to make alibis. They’ll cross examine us and we need to make sure the stories match, because there’s no way they’ll trust any young offenders on our own. And we have to do something with the body before putrefication really sets in and the smell comes.” 

Inej didn’t rematerialise. A veiled threat of another pinch, Kaz realised. He almost had to smile. Nina and Jesper both looked a little gobsmacked, and it dawned on Kaz that that was by far the longest string of words they’d heard Inej say at once. 

“Fine.” He thought he saw a dark ripple of her hair, but it was nothing more than a mirage- a tease, he would have said, if it were Nina-” and she was gone again. “We will have veiled identities, but we will refer to each other exclusively by our true, God-given birth names. Kaz, Jes, Nina, Inej, Posh Boy, and Barry.” 

“That’s not my name,” Matthias said. 

“It’s fine, man,” Jesper says. “You can go by your middle name instead. Kaz does, which is why he’s referred to by the diminutive form of Kazzmatazz, instead of his first name, Demon.” 

The clock on the wall hit five. Nina immediately started stripping off the required orange uniform jumpsuit, giving Matthias a good look at her cleavage.

“Don’t play with the poor boy,” Nina said. “He might almost believe we’ve all been possessed. Now has anyone seen where I left my bus ticket, lipgloss, and the half a hazelnut kitkat i saved from lunch?” 

The wind, the unknowing observer would think, blew the ticket, tube of gloss, and wrapper, emptied, right back in Nina’s face.

[ghost-ghost-baby]

doomed wips

Okie dokie dudes,,,, this is,,,,,, approximately 3k words of uh,,,, my rlly raw bad unedited wips i dont have time for anymore lmao. ft. some poly denki content There is nsfw but it has a warning, read at ur own risk!!!! 

If u rlly wanna see one finished send in an ask!  dropping a tip on my ko-fi nd leaving a message w the one u want wouldnt hurt either

i also included a description w most of them 

This was from the prompts lmao (nsfwish)

Aight so denki and reader ARE dating but they don't know how Yan our boi is,,,, then they like bust him jerking off to their underwear and they're like what the FUCK

Omegaverse!!!!

 “I swear  just did laundry, why is this draw so empty?” You huffed, closing your underwear drawer with more force than you’d intended. “Are they in Denki’s room? He does do my laundry sometimes… omega instincts or something…” you turned back towards the door, the two of you were meant to shower and get ready for bed before he’d come to your room. Surely it wouldn't matter if you just popped in to look around, you were mates after all. Yeah, it's be fine. 

The dorms were relatively quiet, everyone else was outside or out with people enjoying the day. Still, it was weird to just… walk through the halls and not hear anyone. Lost in thought, you barely paused before you pushed open Denki’s door, taking a few steps into the room before you heard a whimper. Your first thought was fear, was Denki hurt? Had someone attacked him? You were rushing to his side without thinking, all but jumping on the bed to see if he was okay. 

Another prompt one!!!

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you.”

“This world doesn’t deserve an angel like you.”

“God, you have no idea how amazing you are, do you?”

Dragon kiri has been watching the reader for a while and like dropping gifts bc courting and then uh the village find out they a witch and try to sacrifice them and kiri shows up to the rescue!!! 

You'd come home to another package on your doorstep, bound with a red string and adorned with the red scale you were so used to. Smiling as you bent down to pick it up, you were too preoccupied to notice the red eyes that lit up. The packages had been coming for almost a year, and you’d accepted them as a part of your life now. None of them had had gold before, your eyes went wide when you opened it. It was a golden… talon? Tooth? That was your best guess, rested on pure white fur. Where on earth did this come fro? You’d never seen anything like it! 

Yu’d ended up tying the gift around your neck, tucked undereath your shirt and resting close to your heart. It was comforting, you didn’t know why. You were walking home now, you’d just helped a woman with an unwanted child. The village had been your home for three years, and you’d done your best to help everyone you coulod, particuarly the women. However, the men of the village didn’t care for you, and they often glared when you’d pass by. You weren’t magic, you’d just… studied plants your entire life! 

“Well what a surprise! The witch is wandering the forest, all alone.”

“And at night too, haven’t they heard that’s dangerous?” 

Speak of the devil, who else would be out except drunk men,well… and you. 

“I don't want any trouble, I just want to go home.” You kept your voice even despite your mind racing to come up with possible plans. You had a knife in your bag, but you really didn't want to use it. If you did anything it would only make things worse, you needed to try and diffuse the situation. 

“You leaving is the only way that'll happen.” One of them smirked, reaching out to grab your arm. His skin touched yours and you felt your necklace burn, searing your skin as you yelped and jumped away. The men were about to continue their advance when a growl rang out, it made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It was followed by a man walking into the light, hair as red as his eyes and all you could say was damn. Good to know you had your priorities sorted, Y/n. The man turned to you first, mouth set in a grin that revealed how sharp his teeth were. 

“Don’t worry, my love, I’ll protect you!” His eyes went cold as soon as they looked away from you. 

“Now, why don't you guys move along, huh?” 

“Who the hell are you?” The men looked wary now, and it sent a wave of satisfaction through you. You didn't even question who the redhead was, or why he was calling you his love, but you could deal with that later. 

“I’m Eijiro!” Oh, so that was his name.

I came up w this at three am while i was stoned asf  pls let me live (Nsfw)

Reader goes to the bathroom to uh smoke a joint,,,, denki nd shinso come in nd start fucking and reader like whaaaaat oh my god,,,,, take another hit,,,,, then denki like I think I'm bi and shinso was like uh yeah I guessed as much w my dick in ur ass and reader laughs and gets found out and threesome,,,, bonus if they already friends and toshi yan,, toshi like fucks trhe reader through denki

A sigh left you as you sat down in the toilet stall, wasting no time reaching into your pocket to pull out your lighter and the joint you’d been saving. Denki had slipped it to you when you’d complained about stress and being out of weed, and you’d never been more thankful for the blonde. You’d waited until after school to dart into the most private bathroom on campus, somewhere you came often, if you were being honest. You did your best to stay quiet, listening to music as you smoked through one earphone, keeping an ear out for anyone coming. You were over halfway through when the door opened, making you freeze as you heard two familiar voices. 

“Are you sure this is safe?”

“Yeah man! Y/n showed it to me!” 

Oh. Oh no. You couldn’t believe this was happening, hand coming up to cover your mouth as you heard the moans. Your face was bright red, taking another hit because you couldn’t deal with Denki and Shinso doing this. They were your friends! Denki was your best friend, you didn’t want to witness this! But even as you told yourself that you couldn’t deny the heat that bloomed far too low to be innocent. You tried to drown it out, honestly! Focusing on your music and smoking, but god seemed to hate you today, and your phone died two minutes later. Fuck, you were just going to have to wait this out, weren’t you?

 So, here you were, locked in a bathroom stall, stoned, horny and having to listen to your friends fuck each other. It wasn’t just moans and skin slapping, either, they were filthy honestly, and you’d heard some things you didn’t think you’d ever be able to forget.  

“I-I ah, think I might be- mmm- bi!” Denki spoke, well, gasped would be more accurate, and you had to stop yourself laughing, only that idiot would say something like that.

“I guessed as much, my dick is in your ass, Denki.” 

“Oh my god.” You couldn’t help it, you laughed, and that would be your undoing. It was silent for a few beats, and you were beginning to think you’d gotten away with it when the door was ripped open, revealing a livid Shinso and a curious Denki. You could tell they’d been fucking, and that sent another wave through you. Shinso smirked when he saw it was you, Denki’s face breaking into a grin as he leant on the taller boy. 

“Uh, hey guys! Fancy uh, seeing you… here?” You tried to break the silence, ignore how hungry Shinso looked, ignore the way Denki looked you up and down, ignore that they were both still hard. 

It didn’t work, and before you could react hands were grabbing you and pulling you closer to them. You ended up standing between them facing Shinso and with Denki far too close behind you, if he moved a centimetre he’d be pressed up against your ass. 

“Fancy it indeed, tell us, what were you doing here, Y/n?” Shinso’s tone was lazy, his hand rubbing up and down your arm and making it much harder to think.

“Uh I uh… came here to smoke? And then uh… you guys came in and-”

“You decided to listen to us fuck like some pervert?” 

“No! No that’s not it at all.” You tried to defend, throwing a look for help at Denki. He ignored you, golden eyes dark and fixed on SHinso. 

“It’s okay, Y/n, Denki’s a slut anyway, he doesn’t mind.” You blushed at his words, hoping against hope that this was it and you could run back to your dorm and uh… relieve some stress. 

“Now, back to you, hmm? You look quite flustered.” 

“N-No, I’m just uh, Denki?” You looked away when you felt arms wrap around your waist, Denki’s head resting on your shoulder. It would have been fine, if his hands didn’t travel lower, lower, lower-

“What are you doing?” You couldn’t stop yourself yelping, hands flying to Denki’s to try and pry them off. 

“Giving you what you want, wasn’t that clear baby?” Shinso moved closer, you were still distracted by Denki’s hands. 

“You need us as bad as we need you, there’s no point denying it.” 

“Shinso, I don’t-”

“Call me Hitoshi, won’t you? My last name is far too formal for our… relationship, don’t you think?” His hand came up to caress your cheek and you couldn’t speak, your mind stopped working and before you knew it Denki had one hand down your pants.

“Huh?!” You tried to squirm away, letting out a whimper as Hitoshi held you in place, unable to do anything except feel Denki’s fingers slip under you underwear, brushing your clit as he felt around. 

“You’re already so wet Y/n! That’ll make this so much more fun!” You could feel him grinning against your neck, sigh of relief leaving you when he pulled his hand back.

“What do you mean Denki, you need to stop this is-”

Hitoshi cut you off, finger pressed to your lips before it was replaced with his own. Denki seemed content kissing up and down your neck, and you were losing yourself in the sensations before you could stop or pull yourself back. It was a lost cause as soon as your arms wrapped around Hitoshi’s neck, fingers tugging purple strands and that had him moaning. Not one to be left out, Denki let his hands trail over your body, sliding up your stomach to lightly grab your chest before trailing down to your hips. Hitoshi finally pulled away, throwing a smirk your way before he turned you to face his blonde companion. 

“D-Denki?” You stuttered, throughourly breathless and turned on. They just thought you were so cute.

“Wanted you for so long Y/n, love you so much.” He already looks fucked out, if that was possible, babbling as he leant forward to kiss you. You could only kiss him back at this point, let Hitoshi begin tugging your underwear down, moaning as his finger circled your clit. 

“We’re gonna take real good care of you.” You got one last look into purple eyes before you and Denki were moved and shoved against the wall, yelp leaving you as your back made contact. Then lips were on yours again, your hands tangled in golden hair and you moaned as a finger entered you. 

Arranged marriage w shoto who a cold bitch and show no interest,,,, so reader hits it off w dabi,,, shoto get jelly and then threesome smut

This had been your destiny, your fate, ever since you’d turned five, to be wed to the crown prince Shoto, head of the high coven, on your eighteenth birthday. Despite trying to be open minded, and making the best of this situation, your ‘husband’, was making everything much, much hardere than it needed to be. And not in a good way. It had been months, and he’d barely said a word to you in all that time, despite the fact you shared a room, and slept in the same bed. Was it because he was a vampire, and didn’t see it fit to… be open with someone like you? A half breed demon with an affinity for poison? Maybe he thought you’d kill him. You never would, you were nice, despite your heritage despite what people would assume. You’d taken to wandering the castle since then, doing your own thing, even if it was rather lonely. 

You’d never been to this part of the castle before, it wasn’t bad… but it left an odd feeling in your stomach, something you couldn’t quite place. There were paintings on the wall, colours bright and vibrant, but still… wrong. A door sat at the end of the hall, curiosity winning you over as you walked towards it, some strange pull urging you on. The bite on your neck tingled, the mark that proved you and Shoto were… bonded. Bonds were meant to have all sorts of things attached, magical things. None of that had happened to you, however, maybe there was something wrong with you? The door loomed, pulling you out of your thoughts because now your hand rested on the knob and it was hot. It creaked as you pushed it open, your eyes curious and darting around the room, only to land on-

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You covered your eyes, you didn’t know someone was in her, someone hot and shirtless!

“It’s okay doll, look all you like.” His voice was nice, nice enough that you lowered your hands to look at the man. He was tall, lanky, but that didn’t hide the fact he looked strong. And the… you didn’t know what to call them, scars? Only added to his image.

“What uh, happened?”

“Long story doll, but to cut it short? I stood up to a tyrant, and he didn’t like it one bit. You can call me Dabi.” He seemed to read your mind, leaning back against the wall and letting his eyes wander over your form. A blush spread through you at his gaze, you weren’t wearing much, just a small red dress that seemed far too inappropriate for the occasion. 

“I’m uh, I’m Y/n.”

“Oh, so you’re the one married to my little brother, huh? How’s he been treating you?” Blue eyes burned into you, and you couldn’t stop the truth spilling out.

“Oh, fine… it’s just… he’s a tad cold. We haven’t really… clicked.” You shrugged, eyes downcast as you stared at the floor, missing the sympathy mixed with desire that flashed through Dabi’s eyes. 

“”Yeah, that's Shoto for you, he’s never really been one for people.”

Dabi and you had grown… close over the months. You’d leave for his quarters early in the morning, and only returned to yours when you needed to sleep. You hadn’t let him… bite you… but things had happened, just kisses here and there, but enough to make you feel guilty.  Shoto and you didn’t speak, but his eyes seemed to be on you more than before. You were walking back to your room, humming to yourself as you were lost in your thoughts, you’d be lying if you said they weren’t about Dabi. He was so nice, and attentived, alwasy listening and showering you in compliments and… you really did feel something for him. 

“Where have you been?”

“Shoto?” Your eyes widened at your husband sitting on your bed, scowl fixed on his face.

I wish i could finish this lmao,,,, ;((((

Aight so they in an,,, established relationship,,, denki nd reader were together nd then both were like ooooh shinsoooooo,,,, reader was gettin flirted w but is uh,,,, a lil obliviousd,,,, they fuck,,, in the dorms,,, reader was like,,,, a lil stoned thanks to denki

Shinso class b nd denki nd reader r class A

Classes had been… even more exhausting than normal. You were excited to be graduating soon, of course! But damn, the teachers couldn’t go easy on you? Denki had been uh, dealing with the stress in his own way, which was smoking a lot of weed, you did join him from time to time, today being one of them, but hey, at least he liked your cooking? You’d collapsed on your bed as soon as you’d gotten to your room, too relieved to even wonder where your boyfriends were, they were usually here before you. Somehow managing to stand up, you changed into something more comfortable, brows slioghtly furrowed as your boyfriends still didn’t show. The door opened just as you were reaching for your phone, revealing a rather flushed Denki and oh.

“Sorry I took so long babe, Hitoshi got me first.” He grinned, making a beeline for you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You let the blonde lead you back to your bed, a giggle leaving you when the two of you fell onto the bed, Denki kissing along your neck in the way he knew you loved. 

“Where is he now?” You pushed him off briefly, brows furrowed. You missed Hitoshi, Denki and you were in the same class, but Hitoshi was in 3-B, so you didn’t see him as much, something that bothered all of you.

“He’s coming, just had to pick something up.” Denki was more focused on kissing you, and you were happy to oblige now you knew Hitoshi was on his way. 

You were on top of Denki by the time Hitoshi got back, Denki’s shirt and your hoodie were thrown somewhere on the floor, and his hands were on your ass. 

“Glad you two are enjoying yourselves.” He leant back against the door, smirking as you tried to untangle yourself from Denki. 

“Toshi! You’re finally- ah- here!” Denki didn’t let you go, arms wrapped tight around your waist to stop you moving.

[fart-gate]

SG1

Season 2 episode 11

"THE TOKRA"

Notes by me

- part 1

- PREVIOUSLY - Sam swallowed a goauld and it told her there are nice worms out there, and then it died to save her (rip to a real one), Jacob Blunt As Fuck Carter told Sam he had cancer and now hes like.....dying

- anyway

- LMAO random character generator spat out chris argent from teen wolf

- did she have a memory of the tokra? That lady looked just like her tho

- not me dancing to the theme

- jack: how do u know the tokra are nice

Sam: my ✨feelings✨

- lol thats enough for Jack I guess

- is her dad's cancer worse

- "this is the first time ive gone on a mission where I feel like im leaving something behind" 😞

- Sam thinking her dad doesnt want her around and hammond assuring her shes wrong I'm WEEPING

- "youre more like your father than youd like to admit" if someone told me this my face would retract like I just ate a lemon

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- I swear to god im gonna start counting all the wizard of oz references that Jack makes so far its been 853 per episode

- are the tokra gonna be mean to tealc when they find them

- wait its chris argent dont shoot

- see I was right! Leave tealc alone 2k20

- "we are not goauld" ???? But you are?? Unless the name "goauld" isnt a species name but a certain group name? And the tokra are just a different group? But then whats their species called

- ah shit is sams dad gonna die while shes gone I dont think I can handle that

- Martouf haha u got a dumb name

- alright martouf didnt have to flex his pretty eyes at me but he sure as hell did

- 3 against 1 Jack looks like your giving up your guns

- he does NOT trust them

- "my memories of martouf are the strongest. Its like I have some weird bond with him" OH????? MY RELATIONSHIP RADAR IS PINGING

- "some little runt" best name for cancer ive heard so far

- is this all a ruse to find out what Sam does for a living!!! ......although I could be wrong since I dont know anyway to fake liver cancer

- the leader of the tokra is the most hunted goauld of all time BRUH

- tokra means against Ra? I thought it meant resistance or something

- Martouf.....i will admit. attractive. I take back what I said about having a dumb name I'm not who I was 3 minutes ago

- I thought for a sec that the male host for jolinar was who martouf was concerned for when he heard the "host died" but then I remembered that jolinar had a female host first. I had a fleeting moment of gay Chris Argent :\

- oh shit Jacob is literally like RIGHT at deaths door

- no glasses! Daniel in this scene

- a symbiotic relationship!! Thats really cool actually

- Daniel respectfully taking his hat off for the dying tokra is cute and all but......monkey brain see it hang off his neck like choker necklace

- "we dont use the sarcophagus. We believe it drains the good from our hearts"

"I can vouch for that"

- alright dudes that was not a very subtle way to ask if they want to have a little worm friend in their heads

- ah of course they dont think earth is advanced enough to have an alliance with. Hows the air from up on your fuckin high horse

- martouf: would you like to accompany me on an evening stroll, Sam?

Jack:

- "I want her back by 11 o clock" I thought we were done with this shit. Shes literally an high ranking air force officer. Pls treat her like an adult @writers

- THE TOKRA DONT HAVE A GENDER❤❤ this is actually really cool for a show from 1997

- martouf is bi I dont make the rules

- lantash taking over bc martouf too sad to keep talking 😩😩❤❤❤ I love them

- Sam being surprised that jolinar and martouf were lovers in the night. Like honey.....it was kinda obvious

- martouf describing Rosha 😭😭❤❤

- I cant imagine having memories of someone elses life. Sam is going thru some shit

- I love martouf with all my heart

- JOLINARS LOVE FOR MARTOUF WAS SO STRONG IT LEFT AN IMPRINT ON SAMS MIND

- martouf🤝Sam

- interrupting!Daniel strikes again

- AWKWARD

- Jack sneak 100. Is he gonna use the bathroom excuse again

- "no need for doors or partitions" didnt martouf just say he and jolinar were mates. How do u do the hokie pokie with no doors. What if someone walks in and ur ass out with your worm boyfriend in a cave

- Daniel rubbing his hands on everything. Im surprised he didnt lick the table

- tokra: the goauld hate us

jack: well its not a competition but they hate us more

- whats up sg3!

- hammond knowing Sam would want to be with her dad when he dies :'(

- ALRIGHT the tokra are huge assholes!! Wont even let her see her dad while hes literally dying!! I hate them all except for martouf. I just think hes neat

- to be continued -

~

Sam carter whump: emotional

No glasses!Daniel for a few minutes

🎶listening to Such A Simple Thing by Ray LaMontagne 🎶 for martouf and sams little stroll on the dune

[woossexyponytail]

The Nature of the Beast (Part 27)

The surrounding around Jungkook was dark, he couldn't see or hear anything looking around he couldn't think about anything apart from yn, he knew she was taken he could feel it, but he didn't know what to do.

After awhile he started hearing a voice in the distance, looking around the voice got louder, the voice sounded like Namjoon.

Jungkook eyes started to open slowly his vision blurred, he saw Namjoon face looking at him with worry

"Where's yn?, where is she?" Jungkook asked standing up quickly, but stumbled as Namjoon and Yoongi took a hold of him to steady him on his feet.

"Jungkook..." Jin stopped talking looking at the others, dread shown on all six of the guys looking at Jungkook, Jin sigh knowing he was going to be the one to tell him

"Yn is missing we don't know where they took her" Jin told Jungkook slowly, waitting for his reaction, Jungkooks eyes widened in fear at the realization sinking in

Jungkook looked around all of the guys face, but his eyes snapped to Seohyun standing in the back next to Katie, the second Seohyun eyes met his the fear Jungkooks felt disappeared and anger replaced immediately

Without warning Jungkook ran up to Seohyun, wrapping his hand around her throat, nails transforming to claws digging in to her skin, as blood dripped down her neck Jungkook eyes glowed yellow as a deep growl came out of him

"Where is she" Jungkook demanded

"I I Don't know.." Seohyun squeaked out getting light headed from the loss of air

Jungkook squeezed tighter and Seohyun looked over at Katie, Jungkook got the message as he let go of her throat

Seohyun collapsed to the floor breathing heavily coughing as Jungkook stormed over to Katie, grabbing her upper arms claws once again digging in skin

Katie whimpered in fear as tears fell down her cheeks at the pain, looking up at him the first thing out of her mouth was 'sorry'

"I didn't mean to, The Porta dell'inferno took my sister I just wanted my sister back I thought they would give her back if they had someone else but they didn't, I'm so so sorry" Katie said lowering her head looking at the ground ashamed

Namjoon walked up to Jungkook putting his hand on his shoulder, taking his claws out of Katie's arm he turned around to Namjoon lowering his head as Namjoon hug him

"We'll get her back kook, I promise you that" Namjoon said as they stayed like that for a while "Come on we better get going" Jin said looking at the guys as they nodded

"Ur why is there a gargoyle on the floor?" Heosko asked looking at it

"Hey that's the same one in the frat house" Jimin said looking at it then his eyes widened looking at Taehyung

"Dude you didn't" Jimin asked Taehyung as he sheepishly looked away from him shrugging, but picking it up "It's cute though" Taehyung said leaving with the gargoyle in hand.

The guys walked in to the clinic as Yeong-ho looked up from his book he was reading "How did it go?" He asked but by the look on their faces told the story

"Oh didn't go so well, And what did I tell you about looking the gargoyles in the eye?" Yeong-ho said looking at the gargoyle that Taehyung put on the table

"It's like feeding a stray dog. You'll never get rid of it now." Yeong-ho said shaking his head in disapproval

"Don't talk that way in front of Stumpy" Taehyung gasp putting his hands over the gargoyle ears

"Oh god, his named the bloody thing now perfect" Yeong-ho sigh

"Yeong-ho! Can we please focus on the fact that my girlfriend is missing?" Jungkook yelled

"Right, yes um, do you have any ideas of where she would be?" Yeong-ho asked looking at the boys

"Katie said somthing about porta dell'inferno?" Namjoon asked looking at Jin as he nodded

"Oh dear lord" Yeong-ho eyes widened as he ran to the back room bringing out a huge old dusty book

"Porta dell'inferno is an ancient coven that originated in Italy in 1816, the leader of the clut was Elizabeth Axford" Yeong-ho said

"Wait yn ancestor?" Jungkook asked

"Yes, which is a suspicious and coincidental occurrence" Yeong-ho said scratching his chin in thought

"Well what do they do? Why abduct six young witchs now?" Namjoon asked

"Well at the time they tried to summon different demons to wreak havoc on the world. They still might be up to their old tricks?"

"So why take the girls and yn?" Jimin asked

"Probably to sacrifice the five girls and then use yns body as a vessel for the demon they want to summon" Yeong-ho told them

"Wait what's a vessel?" Heosko asked

"Meaning they are probably going to kill her and have her dead body used by a demon" Yeong-ho said

The boys all looked at each other horror evidenced on their faces, Jungkook knelt on the floor looking distraught as he pulled at his hair

"This can't be fucking happening" he whispered as tears feel down his face sobbing, Namjoon walk up to him knelt down beside him putting his hand on his shoulder

"Kook, you gotta breath, come on" Namjoon said squeezing his hand

"H..How she's gone we don't know where she is I've lost her and..."

"Jungkook, yn save myself and mina I promise you that we will get her back, even if it the last thing I'll do she saved everyone of us, didn't she" Namjoon said looking at the rest of the guys as they all nodded

"Jungkook we are all behind you 100% in saving yn" Jin told him

Jungkook nodded slowly getting up from the floor breathing heavily as he whipped his eyes

"Where do we even start?" Jungkook asked everyones face saddened realising they didn't know

"I might be able to help with that" Yeong-ho said all the boys now looking back at him

"On sacred Ground which would be Seoul national cemetery, at the Hon tsoiwing, back in the day a lot of Korean witchs used that place for sacrifices, No doubt in my mind they would go there since the place is now closed off to the public after 1954 where police found a mass of dead body's, but you'll be on a timer, sacrifices normally take place at three in the moring where the spirits are at their most powerful, now don't just stand here go get her" Yeong-ho told them

"Oh and leave the damn gargoyle here" Yeong-ho said to Taehyung as he sighed and patted the gargoyle head.

They all nodded running out of the buliding to go to the cemetery to find and save yn, after all she saved all of them after all now she was family and Jungkook mate, they NEEDED to find her.

By the time the boys got to the cemetery it was late around two in the morning which meant they only had an hour to find Hon Tsoiwing and save yn (and the five other girls).

Coming close to Hon Tsoiwing they noticed a group of people standing in a circle hands raised up, the closer they got the louder the chanting got

"We believe in the Azaezl, we believe in the chaos and the destruction that will come, with these five innocence to be sacrificed to you, and here is the vessel you will use, we give you are hearts and souls, come to us and become a GOD"

The boys snuck up behind them to get a better look at what was going on

On the floor drawn from what looks like chalk a summoning circle with multiple symbols covering it, the guys end up freezing when they see five body's on the floor blood oozing out of their necks and in to the summoning circle

"Shit, we're too late for the girls, but I can't see yn maybe she escaped" Namjoon said looking at Jungkook

But at that moment a scream interrupted them as they all looked up to see yn being dragged to the center of the circle, wearing a red cloak and seeing her arms covered in cuts shaped as different symbols that looked fresh, Jungkook stomach turned as he watched her fight

With one quick look at the guys they all nodded signaling that they should move in now, jumping up the seven of them ran for the group, claws out teeth ready to rip out their throats, some (Taehyung, Jimin and Heosko) turned in to wolfs ready to rip their heads off

To yn everything went in slow motion she saw the boys run for her and relief washed through her body as the boys and some of the coven started fighting

Yn had no power no magic since they druged her, but she had confidence in the pack, they were fighting for her to keep her safe, her heart swelled at the thought of them risking their lives for her, but that quickly disappeared when she noticed the coven getting the upper hand, one by one the boys feel to the floor bleedy profusely

Standing up and being knocked down again and again they refuse to be defeated, they refused to let them take yn away from them, away from Jungkook

Yn moved forward quickly to try and help, but a hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her back

"DO IT NOW!!!" One of the female witchs shouted, the boys looked up to see them struggle with yn

Yn eyes met Jungkook both of them crying, Jungkook jumped up and ran towards her holding out his hand to grab her, yn did the same trying to get away from the guy holding her, but as their hands where inches away from each other a knife came up to yn throat and slit it open as the blood ran down her neck, her eyes widened and one last gasp escaped her lunges

Yn body fell to the ground, the warmth of life stolen by the cold embrace of death, blood still rushing out of her open wound tainting the once grey cobble stone floor creating a red puddle around her head

The wails of the pack where haunting as three heartbroken howls echoed through the night, Jungkook rushed to yn side watching closely for any signs of life, but was met with cold silence.

To be continued...

(M.list)

[nyangibun]

Day 2 - Fools in Love

Valentine’s Week - Love Songs

@jonxsansafanfiction

Song - Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley

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To: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

From: <sansastark@winterfellacademy.ac.uk>

Subject: Thank You

Dear Mr Snow,

Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice this morning. I understand you must be very busy and I really appreciate it.

I just want to reiterate that Rhaenys is a very bright girl but she might benefit from some after school activities. I hope it’s not out of line for me to say this. I do think Rhaenys really wants to play with the other kids but she might be too scared to do so.

If there is anything you think she might be interested, please let me know. I will help in any way I can to get her involved.

Best wishes,

Sansa Stark

Winterfell Academy

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To: <sansastark@winterfellacademy.ac.uk>

From: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

Subject: Re: Thank You

Dear Miss Stark,

Please just call me, Jon. And it really was no trouble. I’m happy to come in any time.

Since I took her in, I’ve noticed that my sister enjoys reading a lot and last week, I bought her some paints. It was probably a bad idea but she’s really enjoying painting her own room. Is there something she could do with either of those things?

Can I be frank with you, Miss Stark? I have no idea what I’m doing. Any advice is more than fine so don’t worry. You’re not out of line at all.

Best wishes,

Jon Snow

CEO, Wildling Group UK

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Wildling Bros

Tormund: Are u srsly crushing on ur sis’s teacher? Mate… how long has it been since Ygritte? Maybe its time u got laid

Jon: I’m not crushing on my sister’s teacher!

Sam: You kind of are. You couldn’t stop talking about her at the pub. Remember?

Edd: Yeah, mate. We get it. She was super helpful and nice and shit but hitting on your sister’s teacher probably isnt a good idea.

Jon: I’m not hitting on her. I just think she could be good for Rhaenys.

Jon: Can we drop this?

Tormund: Whatever u say, Snow.

Tormund: But on a scale 1 to Me, how hot is she?

Jon: She’s 10/10 hotter than your ugly ass

Tormund: OI! I AM BEAUTIFUL!

Edd: Says who????

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To: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

From: <sansastark@winterfellacademy.ac.uk>

Subject: Thank You

Dear Jon,

If we’re going by first names then you can call me Sansa. It’s only fair.

You’re doing much better than you think you are. The fact that you care enough to come in and talk about ways to help Rhaenys is a lot more than some parents. Trust me.

You’re letting a five-year-old paint her own room? That is… risky.

But maybe we can enroll her in some afterschool art classes. Would she be interested in that? A couple of the girls from her class do them.

Best wishes,

Sansa Stark

Winterfell Academy

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To: <sansastark@winterfellacademy.ac.uk>

From: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

Subject: Re:Re: Thank You

Dear Sansa,

Art classes sound great! Let’s do that! She seemed pretty interested when I mentioned it but I’ll come in with her the first couple of classes. I think that would make her feel better. Is that okay?

You’re too kind. Thank you, Sansa.

I mean it saves me the trouble of figuring out what colour to paint her walls. Now she can just paint all over them however she likes.

Best wishes,

Jon Snow

CEO, Wildling Group UK

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Jeyne: You’re EMAILING with the Hot Dad??!?!

Sansa: He’s not a dad. He’s her brother.

Sansa: And sooooo??? You make it sound like I’m having an affair behind the bleachers or something!

Jeyne: Don’t tell me you DON’T wanna lick Hot Dad from head to toe.

Sansa: That’s super inappropriate, Jeyne! We’re teachers!

Jeyne: And we’re red-blooded single women with eyes!

Sansa: Why do I bother talking to you?

Jeyne: Because I’m smart and you love me.

Jeyne: So when do you see Hot Dad again?

Sansa: On Wednesday… but it’s strictly professional! We’re enrolling Rhaenys in the afterschool art classes and he’s going to come sit in so she doesn’t feel too nervous.

Jeyne: Huh. So remind me again why he’s doing all this? Aren’t her parents around?

Sansa: I didn’t ask but he mentioned their dad isn’t around much and her mum passed away couple of years after she was born.

Jeyne: Poor baby.

Sansa: Yeah, she’s a sweet kid but just painfully shy.

Jeyne: So Hot Dad decided to take her? How old is he? That can’t be an easy decision.

Sansa: Probably a bit older than us?

Jeyne: Damn. I know I’m a teacher and I love my kids but I can’t imagine actually having any right now.

Sansa: I know. Jon’s a good guy.

Jeyne: JON, IS IT? HOOOOO BOY, YOU GOT IT BAD!

Sansa: Fuck off!

Jeyne: LANGUAGE, MISSY!

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To: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

From: <sansastark@winterfellacademy.ac.uk>

Subject: Re:Re:Re: Thank You

Dear Jon,

Thank you for coming in with her. I think you being there really helped a lot. She looked like she was enjoying it, right? Did she say anything when you two got home?

Also, I wanted to apologise about earlier. My friend is… I want to say not always so nosy but that would be a lie. I hope she didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything.

And for what it’s worth, I wasn’t lying when I said you’re doing really well with Rhaenys, even if becoming her sole guardian wasn’t part of your plans. She looks up to you and she needs a good parental figure in her life.

Best wishes,

Sansa

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To: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

From: <sansastark@winterfellacademy.ac.uk>

Subject: Re:Re:Re: Thank You

I didn’t mean your dad isn’t a good parental figure!

I’m so sorry! That was so rude! I’m so so sorry!

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Wildling Bros

Edd: Get the fuck back to work, Snow! I can see you smiling at your phone down there!

Jon: I’ve finished my part, you wanker. Some of us are just more efficient than others.

Edd: HA!!!!! Efficient? If you were so efficient, you’d be asking out your hot teacher.

Jon: What?? Why would I do that?

Edd: Because you’re basically in love already.

Jon: No I’m not. And weren’t you the one telling me crushing on her was inappropriate?

Edd: Eh, what do I know?

Tormund: Will u two stfu??? Some of us are in meetings with potential clients, u know!

Tormund: P.S. Jon, he ain’t wrong. When u gonna ask her out???

Sam: Leave him alone. It’s not always that easy.

Tormund: Ah well YOOOOUUUU would be the expert on not making a move. Hows it going w Gilly????

Sam has left the group chat.

Tormund has added Sam to the group chat.

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To: <sansastark@winterfellacademy.ac.uk>

From: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re: Thank You

Dear Sansa,

Well, you wouldn’t be wrong though.

My dad is, for lack of a better word, pretty shit for a dad. Great businessman, awful father. Even when I was younger, he was never around, but my mum and him were never married so it didn’t bother me. I at least had her for most of my life.

Rhaenys wasn’t too lucky. Elia was a great mother but I don’t think Rhaenys even remembers her that well. She died when Rhaenys was 2. I should’ve realised sooner how lonely she was but I was so focused on getting my company off the ground that I didn’t notice. I should’ve taken her in sooner. Maybe she wouldn’t be having such a hard time connecting with the other kids at school.

 Sorry. I didn’t mean to unload on you like that. Shit.

Jon

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To: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

From: <sansastark@winterfellacademy.ac.uk>

Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Re: Thank You

Jon,

You don’t have to apologise for that. I don’t mind at all. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been curious about you all this time so it’s nice to get some insight into who you are but I think you’re crazy for blaming yourself so much. This isn’t your fault and this isn’t some irreversible thing. Rhaenys will be fine and she’s already doing so much better since the art classes.

I wish you could come see her. I know you’re busy so this isn’t me guilting you or anything but I just want you to see how happy she is. She even started talking to Lillian more.

See, if it wasn’t for you, she wouldn’t have had all of this.

Stop blaming yourself. Be proud.

I’m proud.

Sansa

P.S. I take it back then. Your dad sucks and Rhaenys is lucky to have you as her main parental figure.

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To: <sansastark@winterfellacademy.ac.uk>

From: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Re: Thank You

Sansa,

I hope you know that I made the mistake of opening your email during a meeting and laughing out loud at you saying my dad sucks. If I lose this client, I will have to hold you responsible.

I can come next Wednesday. Will that be okay?

Oh and thank you. A lot of people have said similar things but I guess coming from you makes it a little more believable. Because you’re her teacher and you actually know how she’s doing.

So do I get a life story from you? I feel like you already know everything about me. This friendship feels unbalanced.

Jon

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Jeyne: So we finally go out and you spend all night giggling at your phone and ignoring every half decent looking guy to hit on you. When in the hell are you just gonna tell Hot Dad you’re into him?

Sansa: I did not! And I am not!!

Jeyne: The lady doth protest TOO BLOODY MUCH!

Jeyne: Seriously, Sans. You’re allowed to date. There aren’t any rules you can’t date your student’s parents and even if there was, Hot Dad’s technically just her brother.

Sansa: Even if I did like him, who’s to say he’s even interested????

Jeyne: Uh maybe the fact he’s emailing you at 10pm on a Saturday night?!!?

Sansa: That doesn’t mean anything.

Jeyne: My god you are dumb.

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To: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

From: <sansastark@winterfellacademy.ac.uk>

Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Re: Thank You

Jon,

How will you hold me responsible? I plead innocent.

Wednesday is perfect. We’re actually having a Halloween theme class then. Did Rhaenys mention it? We’ll be in costumes so be sure to come dressed appropriately!

There’s not much to tell. I’m a single 28-year-old. I’ve lived in Winterfell all of my life. I have one sister and three brothers. I’m the second oldest in my family and the only sane one. If you ever meet my family, you’d see why.

Ummm… I have a dog named Lady. She’s the sweetest thing in the whole wide world. And that’s it. Truthfully, my life is very boring.

Sansa

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To: <sansastark@winterfellacademy.ac.uk>

From: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Re: Thank You

Sansa,

Hardly innocent, Miss Stark. You’re very distracting.

Ugh… I don’t really do costumes. Can’t I just dress Rhaenys up and be done with it? Which actually is another issue. She wants to be Rapunzel but Rapunzel from the Disney movie. Where do I even find that?

Four siblings? Wow, that’s quite a household. I’m actually a little jealous. I’ve always wanted a big family. Growing up, it was just mum and me but at least I have Rhaenys now.

What kind of dog is Lady? I have a dog too. His name’s Ghost. Big mischievous Husky.

Jon

P.S. You’re not boring to me.

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To: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

From: <sansastark@winterfellacademy.ac.uk>

Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Re: Thank You

Jon,

You’re just as distracting so you’re guilty too.

Do you want me to help you find the costume? I could meet you and Rhaenys in town and we could have a look around. I feel sending you out on your own would be too cruel. That way I can also help you find your costume too!

You can have my siblings if you want. Just say the word and they’re yours.

Really? That’s kind of crazy. Lady is a Husky too!

Sansa

P.S. Thank you.

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Sansa: Okay, you were right.

Jeyne: Of course I was. I’m a genius. But what exactly was I right about?

Sansa: Hot Dad!

Sansa: I think… shit. I think I’m in love with him.

Jeyne: OOOHHHHHHH! TELL ALL!!!

Sansa: I offered to help him find Halloween costumes in town so I just spent the day with him and Rhaenys. We walked all over town and you know how I can be kind of… closed off around new guys? I thought that’s how I’d get or that at least it’d be awkward considering we’ve only seen each other a couple of times but it wasn’t. It wasn’t at all.

Jeyne: And!?

Sansa: And then to thank me, he took me out to dinner. I mean Rhaenys was there but you know how much I adore her.

Sansa: Oh god, Jeyne… The scary thing is there was this moment when we were sitting there, just the three of us laughing at something, and I realised this was what I wanted. Him and her and all of it.

Jeyne: Shit… I thought you just wanted to bone him.

Sansa: SO DID I!!!!!!! WHAT DO I DO!!!

Jeyne: First of all, calm down. There’s nothing you can do but just tell him how you feel. Look, it might be hard for you to believe but this guy is clearly crazy about you too.

Sansa: Maybe. I don’t know.

Jeyne: TELL HIM!!

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Wildling Bros

Jon: So fuck…

Sam: What’s going on? Are you okay?

Tormund: What’d u do now?

Jon: I think I’m way over my head with Rhaenys’ teacher.

Edd: You’re only now realising this????

Jon: Piss off. I didn’t think I’d like her so much. Yeah, she’s more beautiful than anyone I’ve ever met or dated or even seen but she’s Rhaenys’ TEACHER. I didn’t expect it to get this far.

Sam: You can’t help how you feel, Jon.

Tormund: What is “this far”? Did u shag her?!

Jon: No! What???

Tormund: What? I’m just asking. What do u mean???

Jon: I mean I want to date her!

Jon: No, fuck. I want to do more than date her. I want to marry this girl and have 4 kids and buy a house and stupid impossible things!

Edd: Why’s that impossible?

Jon: Did you not hear me? She’s Rhaenys’ teacher. The only teacher she trusts. What if it goes to shit? I can’t do that to Rhaenys. And who’s to say she’s even interested?

Edd: You’re a dumb prick. You won’t know if you don’t try. And stop using your sister as an excuse because you’re scared.

Sam: He has a point.

Tormund: Does he? So how’s Gilly?

Sam has left the group chat.

Tormund has added Sam to the group chat.

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To: <sansastark@winterfellacademy.ac.uk>

From: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Re: Thank You

Sansa,

I’m really sorry about today. I didn’t mean to act so weird and leave abruptly like that. I can’t really explain it. At least over email.

We’re having a little picnic in the park for Rhaenys’ birthday next Saturday. She’d really love it if you came but I’d understand if that’s a little awkward for you. You can bring your friend, Jeyne, if you want though.

We’ll be at Weirwood Park at noon. I really hope to see you there.

Jon

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Tormund: So u coming tonight?

Jeyne: Idk why u think we’re suddenly friends just because we caught your best friend making out with my best friend together. That is NOT a bonding moment!

Tormund: Felt like a bonding moment to me.

Jeyne: You are very weird.

Tormund: Besides, we both know they’ll probably get married in a year or something, pop out some kids and be really disgusting about it for the rest of our lives. Better bond now over our mutual disgust.

Jeyne: I hate that you’re not wrong.

Tormund: ;)

Jeyne: You’re such a creep. How could someone like Jon be friends with YOU?

Tormund: I know, right? I’m way too handsome to be with that broody prick.

Jeyne: OH. MY. GOD.

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To: <sansas@gmail.com>

From: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

Subject: BTW

Just to reiterate, in case I wasn’t clear enough last night…

I love you.

I know it’s probably foolish to rush into this since we barely know each other and you’re Rhaenys’ teacher but we both adore you and I can’t help falling in love with you.

And I was broody because I thought you had a boyfriend. Did not realise that was your brother.

So in conclusion, I’m an ass, but at least I’m an asshole that loves you, right?

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To: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

From: <sansas@gmail.com>

Subject: Re: BTW

Loving me is not an excuse to be an asshole but I forgive you because you’re cute when you’re jealous and broody.

And I love you too. Maybe it is foolish and fast but I don’t care.

Now, stop emailing me and come over so I can fuck you seven ways to Sunday.

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To: <sansas@gmail.com>

From: <j.snow@wildlinggroup.co.uk>

Subject: Re:Re: BTW

Jesus fuck, Sansa…

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[moonprincess92]

you know i want all of the AUs!!! but especially that coffeeshop AU — with sprinkles of them becoming roommates and having to fake date for some mysterious reason. :D (but i‘d be happy with just the coffeeshop AU tbh.) but you know i love all of your AUs (stories in general) and love you! ❤️

it’s no coffee shop au, but i managed to do the other two - anything for you, girl! (also on ao3) 

Jyn was literally already halfway to her parent’s house when she got themessages.

JynnjYYYNNNNNfuck my life apparently danielle is getting marriedFUCKFKJGIN MARRIEDPLS ANSWER THIS IS AN OFFICIAL CODE BLUE

She’d only glanced at them as she drove, but upon seeing the forebodingDanielle’s name she immediately pulled over to read them through properly.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

She hastily texted back,

AREU FUCKING KIDDING ME TELL ME UR KIDDING 

Only two cars whizzed on by before he replied,  

I am NOT kidding, she’s fuckingannounced it on fb????

In the next second, Jyn was furiously pulling up said Facebook, searchingfor Danielle’s profile. She was technically still friends with the woman, butonly so that she could retain the prime stalking privileges that being Facebookfriends provided. If she could, she would have blocked and deleted herMONTHS ago, but Cassian had begged her to keep her around ‘just in case, Idon’t know, so I can avoid her I guess’. It didn’t take much scrolling. Themost recent post of hers was an engagement announcement to some guy she hadliterally never even heard of, complete with professional photo spread andcurrently over a thousand likes.

Out of spite, Jyn angry-faced it.

JUSTCHECKED, MATE U WEREN”T KIDDING

OF COURSE IM NOT KIDDING

Areu drunk yet????

I’m certainly on my way

Jyn sighed, staring at her phone. She’d been planning on meeting up withher parents for dinner for months now. With her living several cities away andtheir ever-increasing schedules, it was always hard to find the time… but thisparticular crisis called for significant action. She quickly texted Cassian oncemore,

Areu at home??

I am currently on the couch of pain,yes

Don’tmove, I’ve just left work, I’ll be there soon

Before she could receive the expected ‘no, no, you go see your familylike you planned don’t worry about me’ messages, she quickly called herparents.

“Hello?”

“Mama? It’s me,” Jyn said. “Look, I know we’ve had to reschedule thisdinner like three times now, and I’m so sorry, but I won’t be able to make ittonight either.”

“What’s going on this time?” Lyra Erso sighed. 

“Cassian’s ex-fiancée has just announced that she’s engaged again.”

“Oh, shit,” Lyra said at once, any trace of disappointment instantly gone. “Seriously, Danielle?”

“You understand the gravity of the situation.”

“I thought they’d only just broken up?”                

“It was four months ago,” Jyn admitted. “But four months to get over athree year relationship, find someone else, fall in love, AND get engagedagain? Fuck her!”

“Jyn, go home, seriously,” Lyra insisted. “Make sure that boydoesn’t drown himself in the bathtub or something.”

“I think drowning in alcohol is more likely – thanks Mama,” Jyn said inrelief. “Can you explain to Papa?”

“Of course – OI, GALEN!” Lyra’s booming voice suddenly screeched down the other end of theline. “CASSIAN’S EX GOT ENGAGED AGAIN!”

“The girl who dumped him two weeksbefore the wedding? How dare she!”

“I KNOW RIGHT?”

Jyn figured to hang up then. It didn’t take long for her to hang a quicku-turn and swing back in the direction she had come from, but it was longenough to notice the ten or so new messages that had apparently been sentto her as she’d spoken to her parents.

“Don’t even start,” she said upon storming straight into theirapartment. “I was coming back no matter what you said, this is a Code Blue forsure.”

“Did I even use the right one? Which one was Code Blue again?” Cassiansaid in resignation. He didn’t even bother getting up from the sofa, where hewas currently laid splayed out with a half-empty bottle of wine sitting on thecoffee table next to him.

“Code Blue is ‘emotionally my life has gone balls up and I need you’,”Jyn reminded him. “Code Red is ‘I fucked up and need immediate assistance’. Wesave Code Black for ‘I’M DYING’.”

“I don’t know, I think this could be a Code Black as well, Jyn.”

“You’re not dying yet,” she snorted, snagging the wine as she sat downon the other end of the sofa, lifting Cassian’s legs out of the way anddropping them back into her lap. She peered at the bottle in her hand andasked, “Could you have bought a cheaper bottle of wine?”

“I wasn’t spending any more on her.”

“Fair point,” Jyn threw some back. Cassian gestured for her to pass itbetween them, but she shook her head before hastily drinking more. “No, no, Iclearly have to catch up here.”

“I’m not THAT drunk.”

“Try and get off this sofa.”

He glared at her for several moments.

“Case in point.”

Cassian groaned, flinging an arm over his eyes. “Honestly, how did I endup here?” he said and Jyn felt for him, she really did. When you knew someonefor nearly 10 years, you saw a lot of heartbreaks and aches. From when they’dfirst met as awkward 18-year-old’s, to now in their late twenties and honestlyjust trying to Adult without dying, the two of them had been there throughevery single disastrous relationship they’d ever had. She’d been therebefore, during and after the Danielle fiasco, and he’d been right at her sideas she’d slashed the tyres of every ex who’d ever cheated on her (tugging onher arm and practically begging that they leave before they get caught, but he’dstill never let her do it alone). There was little that they hadn’t donetogether, or that they wouldn’t do for each other, to be honest. She rubbed hisshin where it lay over her said,

“It’s gonna be ok.”

“IS IT?” Cassian pressed his fingers hard over his eyes. “I appreciatethe support but Jyn, she’s engaged. Three years apparently wasn’t even enough time to want to marry me,but four months and she’s more than happy to say yes to some other bastard? Whothe hell even IS that guy?”

“Cassian, we’ve established that Danielle is a flighty bitch who can’tdecide what she wants and you’re better off without her,” Jyn sighed. “Do Ireally have to beat it into your head again?”

“Probably.”

She leaned over and whacked him affectionately. Thing was, the nightDanielle had called off the wedding was still a very vivid memory, even allthese months later. Literally two weeks before the day, and he had turned upoutside her door out of the blue at one am. He had only been living in his newapartment with his fiancée for three weeks at that point and her first reactionhad been to think welp, SOMEONE’Sdead. Instead, he’d looked at her with an expression that she couldn’t readand had told her simply,

“Danielle left me.”

“… fuck,” she’d said in reply.

And she really hadn’t known what else to say, because what the hell elseCOULD you say? Cassian had been so dedicated, so ready to be married, so deeplyin love that the idea that Danielle had just casually told him one night, “Hey,so I don’t really think I’m ready for marriage, sorry this didn’t work out,”seemed unfathomable.

Jyn had held out her arms and Cassian had immediately walked into them.

“Can I move back in with you?” he had sobbed into her neck.

“Of course,” she’d said back.

“ANYWAY,” she said now. “I might make more jokes and hit you some more,but I’m honestly sorry, Cassian. This sucks.”

“Yeah,” he muttered through his hands.

“You can cry, I won’t judge,” she smirked.

“Fuck you,” Cassian was already attempting to smoother the tears that wereleaking through and she damn well knew it. “Honestly, this is just mostlyembarrassing. Everyone knows that we were engaged only four months ago, and sheapparently wasn’t ready for marriage then but she’s suddenly ready NOW? WHY,JYN? FUCKING WHY.”  

“Hey, only a handful of people know that’s why she left,” Jyn pointedout. “If anything, everyone will be judging her for getting engaged again soquickly! That help at all?”

“A little. But I haven’t even told you the worst part yet.”

“Christ on a bike, there’s a worse part?”

“Brace yourself,” Cassian took a moment to apparently pull up somethingon his phone. In the next, he was handing her the device apparently showing atext conversation between himself and someone with the name ‘DO NOTENGAGE’. 

Hey, Cassian idk if you’ve seen, butI’m getting married!! I’dlove for you to be there, of course it’s a little whirlwind hahaso we haven’t had time to send out official invites but it’s onsat 5th Aug in southlake tahoe. PLS come, I’d love to see youagain!!!! Xxxalso feel totally free to bring a plus 1 ;)  

Jyn was honestly kind of in awe.

“Say the word,” she declared, staring at the offending message. “I swearto god, just say the word and I will fucking END her.”

“I’m not quite at that point, but I’ll let you know if I change mymind.”

“You’re not going. I cannot BELIEVE she had the guts to inviteyou!”

“About that…” Cassian cringed.

Oh, motherfucking shitballs.

“You already said you’d go, didn’t you?”

“Well, if I don’t go I look petty and clearly not over her!” Cassianhastily defended himself, snatching his phone back off her before she couldread his no doubt ‘omg I’d love to!!’ messages (not to mention promptly hurlinga fist into his head as well). “So I said yes out of spite, only now I thinkI’ve backed myself into a corner. I can’t go, but I can’t not go either.” 

“Christ on a bike, Cassian." 

"I know." 

“Well, if you think you’re going alone, you got another thing coming,”Jyn pointed out, grabbing the wine. Blimey, even she needed it now. “You’reshowing this bitch one way or another that she doesn’t have a hold on youanymore.”

“I appreciate your furiousness on my behalf,” Cassian said. “but believeme when I say I am in absolutely no headspace right now to go out and find adate.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I get you,” Jyn said. “Good thing this isn’t just awedding anymore, this is a fucking war. You can’t just take anyone, you need to take someone that is going tomake a statement. Someone that people will talk about for MONTHS after. Youneed to take the one person in the entire world that would piss her off themost.”

“So… you?”

She started a little.

She hadn’t actually been thinking of herself, but now that he mentionedit, it was suddenly the perfect plan. Danielle had quite famously never exactlytrusted the over-half-a-decade of friendship between her and Cassian, despiteJyn having attempted to date several other people over the last three years andCassian being the most devoted boyfriend she thought she’d ever seen. Herand Danielle had always played nice of course and there had even beenmoments when Jyn had managed to bring herself to maybe kind of like her, butthere had always been an undertone to their every interaction that just made itclear that at the end of the day, Danielle Livesay hated Jyn Erso’s guts andprobably always would.

There was no one else Cassian could possibly take that would annoy hermore.

“Yes, me,” Jyn said. “I’m serious, you take me as your date and Daniellewill flip her fucking LID, it will be perfect!”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that–”

“Good thing you’re not asking then,” Jyn declared. “I’m insisting andit’s decided. You got yourself a fake girlfriend! For the record, I’ll cuddleyou and give you a few kisses if she’s looking in our direction, but no tonguestuff ok?”  

Cassian just shook his head, trying not to laugh.

“You’re the fucking best, Jyn.”

“Of course I am. Now drink more wine, this is gonna be a longnight.” 

Of course the wedding was in fucking Lake Tahoe.

Last minute AND destination, Danielle was basically guaranteeing thatthe only people who would come were either only interested in a weekend away orwere the only ones who had no plans. Cassian’s jaw had been clenched basicallyever since they had left their apartment Friday afternoon, but steadily gotworse the closer they got to stepping inside the hotel for the ceremony.

“What do I say to her, whatdo I say–” he hissed frantically under his breath as they approached the nodoubt bloody expensive hotel. She insisted that he chill the fuck out, onlythat resulted in him shutting up and staying deathly silent instead.

"God, you’re not making this easy, mate,” she pointed out.“I think I liked it better when you were talking, I could at least tell ifyou were still alive or not.”

He just let out a strangled squeak. 

“Hey,” she said,reaching out and gripping his hand tightly, their fingers interwoven together.She brought them to her chest, holding him there and making him look at her.“Cassian, I get that this hurts but don’t make it about that. You can hurttomorrow, make tonight about revenge. Hold onto that feeling instead. We’llmake out in front of her a little, and then go and get smashed at the bar.Deal?” 

He nodded faintly. 

They were purposefully a little late to the ceremony, just to furtherprove the point that they didn’t actually give a fuck. They were quicklyushered in amidst some irritated looks from Danielle’s family. Jyn did noticethat only one of Danielle’s three sisters had apparently bothered to show up,and yet it seemed that nearly everyone from her office had taken the trip justto take advantage of the open bar later. They took up an entire row, lookingbored and passing a hip flask subtly between them.

Danielle naturally looked fucking stunning in her dress, and Jyn wassuddenly very glad that Cassian had insisted on tradition and not seeing itbefore their own wedding because turns out she was literally wearingthe exact same dress. Out of all the things to piss her off, Jyn had honestlythought it would be something more extreme, but nope. Apparently, a dress didit! That fucking dress, the one that had to be altered three times,that Jyn had helped her pick out, had reassured over manycomplimentary glasses of champagne that she looked beautiful in and thatCassian would love it, only to just turn around and use it to marry someoneelse instead… fuck her. Her husband-to-be looked kind of in shock, honestly, like hedidn’t quite know what he was doing up there in front of all these people.

Really, she knew the feeling.

Luckily, their strategic lateness meant that they had missed half theceremony, so they didn’t have to sit through too much of the gushing ‘I loveyou’s. They only caught the tail end of it, Danielle tearing up as she spokeher vows.

“Oh my god, I’m going to ruin my make-up,” she said, gaining some politelaughs. “Oh, Derek. Honestly, I don’t even know how to finish this. I thought Iknew what love was before we met, but turns out I had no idea. I am so, solucky that I found you and get to spend the rest of my life with you. I loveyou.”

Jyn glanced over at Cassian briefly as the vows wrapped up.

She had never seen the man go white before, but he was white as a sheetnow.

“I’m so glad that’s over,” he ended up grumbling through champagne onlya little while later. Thankfully, the reception was in full swing and honestly,it was almost worth all the emotional pain this weekend was so far causing justfor the sheer elaborance of it all. The dinner had been fucking amazing, and the vinyl windows had all beenrolled up to expose the ballroom to the open air and natural lakeside view.Lanterns criss-crossed the ceiling and with a DJ pounding out cheesy pop dancesongs, it was easy to get lost in a sea of alcohol and forget the whole‘getting married four months after getting dumped’ thing.

“I’m still pissed that she hasn’t even come over to talk to you yet,”Jyn pointed out. “What kind of fucking host doesn’t even talk to all theirguests? It should be easy, there’s only about thirty of them who even botheredto come!”

“Honestly, I’m fine with it.”

“Honestly, I’m not,” Jyn said. “I wanna show that bitch a piece of mymind.”

“God stop talking, stoptalking, I think she’s watching us,” Cassian suddenly panicked, spluttering onhis drink as he hastily turned around. “You’re jinxing it!”

“She’s looking?”

“From the high table, I accidentally caught her eye!”

“Perfect,” Jyn reached out and wrapped her arms around Cassian’s waist.He didn’t raise an eyebrow, however, until she started running her hands up anddown his back, clearly something she didn’t usually do when hugging him andalso obviously in Danielle’s line of sight.

“Jyn…” he sighed.

“Come on! Is this not why you brought me?”

“I’m starting to re-think the idea, to be honest, she’s going to knowit’s not real, that I’m just a hopeless loser who brought his roommate as adate to his ex’s wedding–”

“Shut up, that’s just her getting into your head,” Jyn insisted. “Workwith me, here.”

Cassian sighed… before leaning forward and pressing his nose into herneck. “That’s it,” she grinned. It wasn’t quite the statement she was goingfor, but it would work for now at least. From this angle, it would look like hewas kissing her exposed neck and shoulder, and she purposefully turned ever soslightly so that her face could be seen from the high table.

Sure enough.

“Oh my god, she’s coming over.”

“Shit–” Cassian nearlyspilled champagne down her back.

“Don’t stop kissing me!”

“I’m not kissing you, remember–”

“Well, maybe you should be, because we got about twenty seconds beforeshe’s here–”

He cut her off with a sudden kiss that was just on the side ofdesperate, but she didn’t care. Honestly, she’d had worse kisses before andwith worse people. She didn’t even have long to make a spectacle of it sincebarely a second later Danielle was upon them, calling out and forcing themapart.

“Cassian! Jyn! Shit, guys, thank you so much for coming!”

“Oh, Dani,” Jyn said, cheerfully. “It’s no problem.”

“The journey wasn’t too bad?”

“Nah, we road tripped it,” Jyn carried on talking, seeing as it seemedthat Cassian had been deemed temporarily speechless. As well as she knew herbest friend… really, she didn’t know at all what he was currently thinking.Hell, she wasn’t even sure if he was even out of love with Danielle yet. Like,properly and everything. He was clearly not over her, as anyone rightfullywould be, but the man had been in love with her for three goddamn years. Thatwasn’t something you could just turn off overnight.

(Jyn knew. She had tried once.) 

So she kept an arm slung around Cassian’s waist and chatted away aboutmostly meaningless things for a while until he could get his bearings (and histongue) back. Eventually, he managed to cut in over the conversation with arather strained and out of the blue,

“You – great! The ceremony was great!”

Danielle blinked a little, but otherwise carried on like normal. “Thanksso much,” she smiled daintily. “Hey, honestly it’s just good to see you guysagain! It’s been too long and apparently,” Jyn noticed her gaze harden just slightly around the edges. “I’vemissed a lot.”

“I s’pose there is a lot to catch up on,” Jyn noted. “Bodhi says hi, bythe way, and Kay says you can go something anatomically impossible.”

“Oh, Kay. He never gets old,” Danielle blatantly lied. “Not that I don’tLOVE your friends, but I was actually talking about you two! Like holy fuck,when did it become a thing? It’s so exciting!”

Her tone made it clear that it was not something to be excited about atall, but Jyn feigned the same enthusiasm anyway.

“Oh, it’s pretty recent,” she glanced at Cassian for help confirmingtheir made up story. They had spent their eight hour car journey here creatingit and honestly, it she had thought it worthy of an Oscar or two at one pointbefore they’d forced themselves to tone it down a bit.

“Hold up, hold up,” she had said somewhere around Yosemite NationalPark. “The key to a good lie is simplicity. The more dramatic, the more detailsyou have to remember, the less believable it becomes. You’re a decent bloke,but not even Danielle is going to buy that you surprised me with a weekend awayto Paris.”

“But I was going to photoshop us some photos and everything,” Cassianhad mock-complained.

“Maybe we save that story for when Danielle ultimately invites us to herthird baby shower,” Jyn rolled her eyes. “Let’s just go with the ‘we hooked upwhile watching a movie one night’ story.”

“But that one’s boring.”

“Are you kidding? It’s not boring at all,” she had insisted. “If anything,it’s the most romantic shit I’ve ever heard! I mean it’s two best friends andflatmates who have known each other for years taking a chance one night andhaving it pay off, like this is fucking romcom gold.”

“Ok, fine,” Cassian hadrelented.

She might have also thought of pitching the entire thing to Hollywood,but that wasn’t the point to be focusing on here. Danielle was still standingin front of her, impatiently waiting to hear some epic-worthy tale that couldpotentially rival her own and considering the expression that was currently onCassian’s face, Jyn knew that she was gonna have to be the one to tellit. She could practically see the man internally spiralling.

“So it just happened then, huh?” Danielle said through a strained smile.

“Yeah, one night we were watching a movie together,” Jyn quickly threwback. “Just something dumb, but it got us thinking and it was like… I don’tknow. A switch getting flicked somewhere. Next thing we knew, we were athing and we basically never looked back.”

She glanced up at Cassian. She was a little thrown to realise that hewas no longer staring at Danielle in utter distress, but now watching her. Shewasn’t ridiculous enough to insist that the story wasn’t a nice one to thinkabout – was there really anything more ideal than falling for someone youalready knew so well? Someone that you didn’t have to worry about annoying ormaking a good impression with, because they had already seen you at your 4amworst and didn’t care? – but imagining pretend scenarios wasn’t exactly goingto get you far in life. How bad would it be if she let herself indulge for aweekend? No matter how unhealthy it probably was, she wanted to pretend atleast for a little while that she had her life sorted.

(A part of her hoped that Cassian might be willing to pretend a bitlonger too).  

“You know, I knew it,” Danielle hastily cut in. “I don’t know how, but Ialways knew it was you two! OMG, you’re like a movie or something!”

“You know, we had that exact same conversation on our way here,” Jynsaid, pulling back to give Cassian a pointed look.

“Well then,” Danielle’s smile was definitely edging into painfulterritory now, but that was what Jyn was hoping for. “I guess I’ll, erm–”

Jyn didn’t let her answer. She reached up and threaded a hand intoCassian’s hair, ignoring Danielle completely as she hauled him into her body.Danielle’s words died off immediately as Jyn kissed him with edge, with armswrapping around his neck and with that kind of energy that suggested that theywere only minutes away from pushing each other up against the gifts table.Honestly, she forgot the wedding, the people and the ex-girlfriend for amoment. All she knew was the inside of Cassian’s mouth and the things itwas doing to her.

Danielle hovered awkwardly for the entire five minutes it took her tofinally realise that they weren’t surfacing anytime soon.

“Well, see you guys around then!” she eventually trilled.

“–oh fucking lord,” Cassian gasped, pulling away once she was out of theirline of sight. “Oh fucking LORD, we just did that. She just did that. Am Idead?”

“Not yet.”

“I thought you said no tongue?”

“I don’t bloody know, ok?” Jyn said exasperatedly. “By the time Irealised, I had already committed. Kill me all right?”

“Nah, nah, I mean,” Cassian coughed, avoiding her eye. “the tongue wasgood.”

Honestly, a part of her wanted to simply laugh back the tongue was good? but something shot through her at his words. Maybe it was theawkward way he said them, maybe it was the fact that she could still feel himagainst her mouth, but either way something choked her throat and settled inher chest. When she looked up at him she felt her face growing hot.

Blimey.

“Jesus Christ, this was an insane idea,” he added, hastily.

“Well, we can’t go back now,” Jyn said, shaking her head. “C’mon, mate.Let’s go dance.”

(An hour later, she was still ignoring whatever it was that was in herchest).

Neither of them claimed to be good dancers, but the open bar surehelped. “Honestly, the drunker we get the better,” Jyn had added at one point,seeing as every good wedding had to be ruined by at least someone who got toodrunk to function and eventually rounded off the night with throwing up into anewly gifted vase. Traditionally, the more she and Cassian drank, the more theyembarrassed themselves and the equation only got higher when you added the twoof them together.

It was the perfect combination, really.

“CAN YOU PLAY WEIRD AL’S AMISH PARADISE?” she had screamed at the DJ atone point. “THAT’S THE SONG WE FIRST HAD SEX TO!”

“IT WAS?” Cassian had yelled back.

“JUST GO WITH IT, BABE.”

And so the last hour had resulted in many, many dances to increasinglywedding-inappropriate songs that had the guests roaring with laughter andDanielle no doubt fuming at. Jyn’s memory admittedly got a little fuzzy aroundthe fifth (or maybe sixth?) champagne, but she certainly did remember wrappingherself around Cassian and sloppily making out on the dance floor to the sultrytunes of Big Sean’s ‘I don’t fuck withyou’.

Somewhere between the sixth and seventh drinks, they discovered thephoto booth in the foyer, complete with little basket of novelty props. A largecanvas was mounted on the wall next to it, currently half full with photostrips of varying wedding guests wearing miniature hats and sunglasses. ‘Please help us make our night memorable!’ a small note read above it and Cassian had gotten the idea thistime.

“I’m going to hell for this… but Jyn, would you please make out with mein the photo booth?”

“It’d be my fucking pleasure,” she had declared.

She was still laughing about it afterwards. Their photos they hadpurposefully posted right in the middle of the canvas, complete with thescrawled message of ‘thnx 4 inviting us!’. She had lost Cassian however during a trip to the bathroom, and shetried to not make it too obvious that she was staggering back into the hall,clinging onto the nearest table to stay upright. He wasn’t waiting where shehad left him, and couldn’t see him anywhere near the dance floor. For a moment,she panicked that he had somehow tracked Danielle down somewhere and was busybegging for her back, but no, Danielle was accounted for, currently making therounds and chatting to all of her guests. She caught her eye and Jyn mock wavedwith a grin, only to turn it into a curse when the woman apparently took it asher cue to come over.

“Fucking Jesus, Dani, I’m not drunk enough for this–” she whined.

Danielle stomped to a halt in front of her. The charade was gone. Allpleasantries left at the door. This was the bitch underneath the smiles and shewas apparently not humouring her anymore.

“What is your problem?” she snapped. “Why are you intent on ruining mywedding?”

“Hey, you fuckin’ invited me.”

“I invited Cassian,” she reiterated. “If I’d known he’d be bringing you, I wouldn’t havebothered.”

“Why did you bother, though?” Jyn tried very hard to keep track of theconversation. It was difficult when one could barely stand upright. “I mean,you broke his fucking heart, wasn’t that enough? Did you really have to stompall over it, too? Who the fuck even does that?”

“Oh, like you have literally ANY idea–”

“I see you didn’t answer the question–”

“I never meant to hurt him,” she suddenly bit out. “It wasn’t as if I wanted to cancel my own wedding twoweeks before! No one wants to fucking do that, but I was getting married forall the wrong reasons. Sure, it might’ve helped if I figured out howimmature and insecure I was being a bit earlier, but sorry that I’m a dumbass bitch whotook my sweet time, ok?” 

Jyn just stared at Danielle. It really wasn’t the story she had beenexpecting, but maybe it should have been. At the end of the day, Daniellewasn’t a bad person. She was certainly an annoying person, a self-centred andmanipulative person, but never bad. There was a woman in there that Cassian Andor had managed to fall inlove with after all, one that she had reluctantly called a friend. She wasstill in there.

That was good enough for her.

“Ok,” she said, simply.

Danielle nodded before taking the champagne glass out of Jyn’s hands anddraining it herself. “I am happy for you guys, by the way,” she insisted.

“You don’t have to–”

“Nah, it’s fine,” she gave a strained smile. “Honestly, maybe anotherreason I left breaking it off so late is because a part of me was secretlyhoping he would do it first.”

“Why in the hell would he have done that?”

“Because of you,” Danielle shrugged.

She found him outside.

Sat on the steps that led from the ballroom out onto the rolling lawnsof the hotel grounds, his back was only a silhouette but she knew it was him.She clung to the handrail until she could throw herself down beside him,nudging his shoulder lightly. “Hey,” she said. “you disappeared.”

He drew in a shaky, rattling breath, and it was only then she realisedthat he had been crying.

“Oh, fuck,” she said at once.

“I’m fine, Jyn.”

“No you’re not, you’re – oh,god –” She was ill-equipped to deal with emotions on her best of days! Whenshe was drunk, she may as well pat him on the head and say ‘there, there’ forall the good she could do. But still, this was Cassian so she had to try. Shewrapped both her arms around his, hugging it to her body and resting her headagainst his shoulder. Cassian sniffed loudly, rubbing a sleeve across his face,but thankfully not shoving her off. She stayed quiet until eventually, hecalmed down.

“This was supposed to be mine.”

She stayed staring off into the grounds, squeezing his arm tighter.

“All of this, Jyn. The wife, the wedding, the lifetime spent togetherforever, this was supposed to be mine. Where the hell did it all go wrong?”

“It’s not your fault,” Jyn murmured.

“Isn’t it? How did I not realise?” he said. “Honestly, there must havebeen warning signs, things that I ignored or something, because no one just dumps you twoweeks before your wedding out of the blue like that.”

 “I just spoke to her,” Jyn mentioned. “Well, I say I spoke to her,it was more like she cornered me… but she said some things. Do you want me totell you?”

He shifted a little and she knew he was glancing down at her. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Jyn, I need to know why she did this.”

She took a deep breath. “She said she realised she was getting marriedfor the wrong reasons. She did love you, but she mentioned the words immatureand insecure, so I’m guessing she only said yes to getting married because itwas the way to hold onto you… maybe she didn’t quite grasp the finality of itall until it hit her…”

Cassian sighed.

“She also mentioned me.”

FUCK.

She hadn’t meant to say that part. Hell, she still didn’t really knowhow to process that particular statement herself, that part was supposed to beburied and ignored for the rest of their given lives! Christ in heaven, youcouldn’t even give drunk her one job! She had no idea what to say to try anddefuse the situation (or even if anything COULD be said) and so she ended upstaying silent, her grip on his arm loosening a little.

When she tried to pull away, he grabbed her hand in the dark and pulledher back, holding it tight.

“Ah, well,” he was apparently going to laugh it off. “We always knew shedidn’t like you.”

“Dunno why,” Jyn said. “I’m a splendid bitch.”

“Look, please don’t think I blame you–”

“Nah, nah, shut up,” Jyn quickly waved past it. “Either way, are you oknow?”

“I’m far from ok,” Cassian mentioned. “but at least I think I’ll be ableto get over it. Someday.” 

“Good. Now let’s go bail early to piss her off one last time.”

“Sounds perfect.” Cassian was the first to move, heaving himself up onthe handrail before turning back to her and offering out a hand. Jyn stillwasn’t quite sure what exactly had gone down between them thisevening. More than a nothing, but less than a something… it waslike the idea of the two of them had simply been dangled teasingly infront of her nose and for the first time in her life, she was actually thinkingabout what it would be like to grab it. Jyn felt that undercurrent thatDanielle had always been so afraid of, the one that was currently thrummingbetween them, and the thoughts simultaneously terrified her and thrilled her…

(But they’d be fine. Tomorrow was a new day, and they would wakeup and this would all be fine). 

She took his hand.

“Thanks for doing this with me, by the way,” Cassian mentioned in thecar on the way home. 

“What, ruining your ex’s wedding for you?”

“Yeah, that,” he snorted. “We never mention the amount of kissing we’vedone to either Bodhi or Kay, by the way.”

“Oh, you can count on it,” Jyn said.