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THE GIRL IN THE SOCKS ON THE ROOF - JJ Maybank

Summary: save my life and i'll save yours, pretty boy. In the coastal paradise of Outer Banks, Y/N teeters on the edge of the rooftop in socks, drowning in despair, and there's Papa JJ appearing in her life like an angel.

"'Cause it's too cold for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater."

Warning: female!reader, triggering themes (mental health struggles, including references to self-harm, depression, or suicidal thoughts and acts), alcohol, drug, weed, swearing, etc., this will angsty as shit and fluffy, do not read if you don't want to! you have been warned, let me know what you think!

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JJ has no idea that he had saved a life.

well, he never believed such a thing, never believed that he was this special to think twice that the person he saved will do anything to pay him back.

And that person was Y/N, the girl in socks on the roof of a building, a tall one.

It was a summer night, the night of the Fourth of July, an hour away from the fireworks starting and here was the handsome blond walking out of the store with few beers and snacks with Sarah Cameron by his side.

Yelling echoed around the neighborhood, and the two blondes turned towards the sound, a man running after a very gorgeous girl in shorts, a top and some socks.

No flipflops, or sandals, just black socks, running down the streets and busy looking behind to notice JJ and Sarah standing there watching in pure confusion until she bumped at him.

"YOU DIRTY LITTLE BITCH COME BACK HERE!" The man yelled and Y/N picked up the bags of snacks he held, apologizing and handing them to him in panic.

Eyes wide with tears covering them, wild hair like she was electrocuted, chest going up and down rapidly, she met Sarah's eyes and shot her the most heartbreaking smile.

"I am so sorry," she turned to JJ, meeting his pretty eyes that watched hers in concern, god she was beautiful, he has never seen someone this gorgeous even in the state of panic.

Before he could even open his mouth to respond, she continued running, she was very fast, legs moving in a speed of light, everytime her feet landed on the ground, pain rushed through her veins.

Adrenaline pumping, the summer night breeze slapping her cheeks left and right, she could feel Sarah Cameron's eyes on hers and the handsome boy whom she bumped into.

As they climbed the Twinkie, JJ's mind not once left the girl who disappeared five minutes ago, he knew who she was, well... he saw her in a few parties, standing there with a drink in hand talking to one pogue mostly.

"I feel like I saw her before," he whispered turning to Sarah who watched in slight worry as the man ran past them with so much hatred in his eyes, a murderous look that scared her.

"That's Y/N, sweetest Kook with apparently a rough life," she replied wincing as another curse left Mister L/N's lips, a frown on her face, JJ's hand was on the steering wheel, feeling a sudden protectiveness towards the girl who bumped into him.

It looked like she had a rough life, especially when she was running in only socks with a man chasing behind her, his eyebrows almost touched and he watched the man in disgust.

He reminded him of his dad... but oh he didn't know that he was basically his dad's twin brother.

"God I hope she doesn't get caught by Mister L/N," she whispered in worry, guilt eating her alive and once JJ started to drive, he looked around in hope to find her.

Nothing.

"It's the fourth of July..." spoke Sarah again, and his mind went back  to Y/N's eyes... brimmed with tears reminded him so much of his, he really wanted to know the reason why she was in that state.

And the second time he saw her was on the roof of a building, John B has sent him again to buy fireworks to light on the beach, but then something caught his eyes.

Someone.

The moonlight shone down on her, black shorts, white top, hair flying everywhere thanks to the wind, black socks, she stood on the edge of the roof staring ahead, the moonlight kissing her skin and making hear tear glisten like diamonds, what the fuck.

Without thinking twice, he sprinted up the stairs, ignoring that it was a building with people living in it, rich people that would knsult him idf they saw him in, he raced up the stairs, boots clapping against the ground as he grabbed the railing for support trying not to trip

He never ran so fast, worry ate him alive as he ran in the speed of light.

Opening the door to the roof with all his force he rushed to the girl just as her feet lifted and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her back to his chest.

She gasped in surprise, her tear-streaked face turning towards him. For a moment, time stood still as their eyes locked. JJ could feel the rapid thumping of her heart against his chest, matching the adrenaline rushing through his own veins.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and relief, he turned her around and watched as she looked into his eyes, body shaking with a combination of fear and exhaustion.

"You don't have to do this. You're not alone."

She studier him with glossy eyes, watched as he pushed away her hair from her wet cheeks and cupped her cheeks as if he knew her for years.

At his words she collapsed in his arms, clinging to him tightly, as if holding on for dear life, he wrapped his arms around her as tightly and ran his hand down her hair.

He wasn't used to giving hugs, felt awkward when someone gave him one ir he did, but he hugged her, the weight of her struggles and pain was palpable, and in that moment, JJ understood that there was so much more to her story than what he had glimpsed before.

"Grab my hand," she did as told, hand trembling as he gently guided her away from the edge, leading her to a safer spot on the rooftop.

She slipped down the wall, wrapping her arms around herself tightly ss the breeze got rough, then JJ sat beside her, forgetting his task and what he was supposed to buy.

They sat down together, the distant sounds of fireworks starting to fill the night sky, but not the Outer Banks yet, in 10 minutes, JJ's heart raced as he tried to find the right words to say, wanting to offer comfort and support to this girl he barely knew.

He turned to her, taking off his red hat and ruffling his blond hair, "sup, I'm JJ," he finally said, his voice soft but steady and she chuckled at his words, "And you...you don't have to face this alone. Whatever it is, I'm here for you."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude, she sniffled, wiping away the tears that continued to stream down her cheeks.

"Sup, I'm Y/N..." she whispered, her voice barely audible as she pulled her knees closer to her body, staying silent for a minute gnawing at her lower lip, she spoke again, "Thank you, for saving my life and...being there when no one else was."

JJ's heart ached at her words. He couldn't fathom how someone as beautiful and kind-hearted as Y/N could feel so alone and unloved.

He pulled out the lighter and played with it for a few seconds, "I don't know what you've been through, but I want you to know that Papa J, is here for you, no matter what. You deserve to be surrounded by people who care about you."

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears once again, but this time they were tears of relief mixed with a glimmer of hope. She had never expected a chance encounter with JJ to lead to this moment of genuine connection and understanding.

But she blinked away the tears and smiled at him brightly, sitting by his side, her shoulder pressed to his as they stared ahead, "I'll make sure to keep that in mind, Thank you, Papa J," a smile that showed his dimples appeared and she felt herself go warm.

"You know what will make you feel better?" He suddenly spoke standing up and slapping his butt to get rid of the dirt, she looked up at him in confusion, wondering what will make her feel better.

"What?"

JJ smiled down at her brightly like a Cheshire cat, "light some fireworks on the beach, smoke weed, drink beers," he suggested putting his hand in front if her to take.

She stared at his hands for a hot second, glancing at the edge of the roof that she almost fell from and then back at him, she never drank alcohol or even had a puff of smoke, breaking the rules sounded like a good idea at the moment.

"why not." She put her hand on top of his watching him hold it carefully, gently, his rings cold and sending a shiver down her spine.

He lifted her and glanced down at the socks, "damn don't your feet hurt?" She laughed softly and followed his eyes down, "they are hurting now, like a bitch." He nodded in response and they walked towards the stairs, hand still in hers.

Her eyes went back to the edge of the roof again, but JJ blocked her path and pushed the door for her, "after you, be careful not to slip, I almost did with my damn boots." She rolled her eyes but grinned at him.

"You're the clumsy one."  She replied making him roll his eyes and gasp dramatically, pretending to faint while doing so, it made her laugh.

She had a gorgeous laugh, contagious that it made him laugh as well, he wondered why a girl like her would even think of trying to leave this world.

He wanted to ask, but no. This wasn't the right moment.

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He handed her his scandals (which led to her saying that his feet were bigger than her face) and called John B to apologize and explain what happened while she was looking for slushy flavors.

Then they went to the beach, watched the fireworks, drank beers, and shared weed, one after the other, placing her lips right where his were, he taught her basic surf tricks, and he did everything to make her forget about the troubles filling her mind.

And it worked.

They laughed, and they talked for hours, sharing stories, dreams, and even their deepest fears, water was reaching her thighs as she watched the colorful explosions in the night sky.

She was high and watching the sky have multicolor stars with so much awe, her eyes glossy and her hand waving underwater, and JJ admired.

Every single feature, the way she watched the fireworks and stood by his side, hair wild and crazy, speaking her mind in a way he never thought anyone would do so, wearing only her bikini top and shorts.

How can a person high till cloud 9 speak like that? He thought, "I mean, that's the thing, Lana Del Rey once said..." She put her finger up, swallowing, "Live fast, die young, be wild, and have fun. That’s my motto, but my dad did everything to not give me my freedom, everything, and believe it or not this is the first time I felt happy."

JJ knew what it was like, it was the same for him, his dad was a fucking asshole and everyone knew it, they all blamed that man's crime on him, and he hated that she had the same problems.

"I think we need to get out, you're way too high baby," he spoke with a laugh grabbing her waist and starting to make his way out of the water.

"oh come on I'm trying to be emotional here! Wait- did you just call me baby?" she asked grabbing his wrist, slurring over her words.

JJ chuckled, his heart warming at Y/N's playful reaction. He had been so caught up in the moment that he had let slip a term of endearment without even realizing it.

But now, with her intoxicated state bringing out her candidness, he found himself unable to hide his smile.

"Yeah, I did call you baby," he replied, his voice teasing, "It just slipped out. But you know what? I think it suits you."

Y/N's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and amusement crossing her face. "Oh really? And why is that?" he couldn't respond instead raised his eyebrow at her, showing his cute dimples that made her smile even more brightly.

"I will not tell you." and next thing he knew she pulled him deeper in the water and pulled him along, pushing him with her in, his hand wrapped around her waist to not lose her and water surrounded them.

them swimming around one another, the light coming from the moon and fireworks the only thing brightening their surroundings, all euphoric. As their eyes locked underwater, JJ felt a surge of anticipation, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them suspended in the watery depths.

They swam closer and closer, her hair moving around her like a mermaid, he watched as the multicolor lights flashing kissed her skin, eyes twinkling like pearls.

As they swam closer, their bodies gracefully gliding through the liquid medium, time seemed to slow down. Every movement, every touch, was heightened by the magical atmosphere surrounding them. The water embraced them, caressing their skin and amplifying the intensity of their connection.

Y/N has never seen such a beautiful person like JJ, his blonde hair shimmered like strands of liquid gold, framing his face in a way that accentuated his angelic features, ocean eyes watching her in a way no one did, it made her blood run hot even underwater, his muscles twitching as he moved.

God, he was beautiful....

He was angel. That's it, he was an angel sent from heaven to save her from the roof and make her life worth living for.

Their faces drew closer, the space between them narrowing with each passing second, but just as her lips were about to brush against his, doubt crept into JJ's mind. 

He hesitated, like he always did, his thoughts momentarily overpowering the weird feelings he felt in that moment. He withdrew slightly, his hand releasing its grip on her waist.

His wide eyes met hers, and for a moment, the silence between them was deafening, she hesitated as well, confused as to why he did in the first place, but never going to question it.

Maybe he didn't feel comfortable, she thought, JJ's mind raced, questioning the wisdom of his decision, too risky, she's high and probably won't remember by tomorrow- JJ calm the fuck down.

He hated himself for hesitating but he had no choice, she grabbed his shirt and swam back up with him to the surface, JJ followed, cursing himself for letting his doubts cloud the moment, for allowing fear to guide his actions. 

But deep down, he knew he couldn't ignore the nagging thoughts that had caused him to retreat.

Y/N, for her part, seemed to accept the situation without questioning it. Her silence spoke volumes, leaving JJ with a mix of relief and regret, as they resurfaced, the world above the water greeted them with its own set of distractions. 

The sounds of laughter and music filled the air, the festivities of the night continuing as if nothing had happened below the surface. Y/N's wide eyes met his again, searching for answers that he couldn't provide.

JJ gave her a weak smile and her, perceptive as ever, returned his smile with a gentle nod, and just before she started to swim back to land, he spoke with a high pitched voice to not make her go.

"me and my friend want to become Kooks, looking for gold, anything that will make us rich, when this world will become gentle with us, I'm gonna get a new board. I'm gonna deck it out, and I'm gonna go on a surf trip. Ride, whatever the waves take you, you know?" he said watching her stop and turn back around.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she listened to his plans, his determination shining through despite the uncertainties of their current moment.

Dreams do save lives after all.

"Do you have your passport, pretty boy?" she asked with a laugh at his determination, it made his hammering heart slow down, and relief wash over him as he thought she was mad at him at first.

"Hell no, I don't got a passport, Kookiest thing ever." he replied making her laugh even harder, throwing her head back and staring at the sky, her laughter echoing through the water and bringing a sense of lightheartedness to their conversation.

“You definitely should do that, that’s a real dream, surf trip, I believe in you,” she said with a chuckle, starting to swim towards the rock where they kept their stuff hidden just in case someone might steal them, gesturing him to come along.

“you’re saying that like I will do it alone,” he said lifting himself up and out of the water, wrapping the towel he had in the Twinkie around her and grabbing his stuff, “well you will do it with your friends, not alone,” she replied wrapping the towel tighter around her, putting on her sandals.

JJ grabbed their stuff and walked out of the rock, offering his hand so she wouldn’t slip, “and you,” he replied making her smile and glance back at him, "me? So I'm a Pogue now?" she asked teasingly ruffling her hair with the towel.

"Well, I am your friend, you like adventure, saving animals and the sea, you don't hate us, I think you are born a Pogue, besides we could really use your help to become rich," he said shrugging while opening the door to the van.

washing her feet to get rid of the sand she climbed in the passenger seat, towel still tight around her, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Well, if being a Pogue means embarking on thrilling escapades with you and running from cops, count me in," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

"deal."

and she did become one, helped them find the gold by stealing maps from her father's office, and became a sister to almost everyone, Kiara didn't trust her which was fine, but she didn't hate her either.

Besides she understood what it was like, JJ had stayed by her side for the rest of the time, she was on his, she saved him in many ways, the jacuzzi night, she held him, they ran from cops, she stole for him, for them, got in trouble as well and she was loyal.

That way she cried with him that night when she found out what Luke did to him was the same thing her father did to her, cried with him, and held him at the same time, they were both broken after all.

The night she tried to end her life was the night she met JJ Maybank and he saved her in every way a person can be saved, she stayed the night in John B's house, on the couch, her head to JJ's.

everyone was already asleep, both of them damp after their night swim.

"I see you," he suddenly whispered, the light buzzing from god knows where filling the silence along with the crickets, for a second he thought she had fallen asleep since no answer came from her, "and?" she asked a hot minute, tilting her to the side.

His scent filled her nostrils and made her tensed shoulders relax instantly, "you wouldn't have jumped." he replied staring at the ceiling, his blonde hair falling over his eyes.

JJ's whispered words hung in the air, the weight of their meaning sinking in. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she processed his statement, his words cut through the darkness, reaching deep into her soul, and touching upon a truth that she had kept hidden for so long.

"God knows what would've happened if you weren't there," she whispered staring at the ceiling with tears blurring her vision, she played with the shell charm of his bracelet.

"but I'm glad it was you," her voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard it, and when he spoke his voice was as soft as a feather, "I'm glad too," he had said and then she felt her blood run hot, cheeks turning rosy.

and with that, they both fell asleep, her finger hooked around his bracelet and his finger drew patterns, their faces so close at the edge of the couch, her head to the right and his to the left, noses almost bumping.

Their breaths synchronized, her scent mixing with his creating the most intoxicating perfume that ever existed, peace washing over them as they slept close to one another, safe from any trouble.

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They fell in love, and they hesitated to tell one another, like the night they hesitated to kiss, there was a palpable tension that's for sure, even the blind could sense it.

But the day she realized that one day she will stop hesitating was in the boat when he fell off it.

"Clear." 

He whispered and Y/N walked away with JJ following behind her, a man suddenly appeared in front of her making her call out for the pretty blonde, "JJ..." "of course, there's more of you..." he said pulling out a machete, "get down on your knees," he ordered and JJ grabbed the girl by the waist pulling her back as soon as the man stepped towards her. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen." with that, he charged at the girl who ducked immediately, JJ punched the man and pinned his arm, and Y/N kicked him right in the crotch before with the door to the emergency power locker supply.

Y/N ran towards the railing calling out for the Routledge boy, "JOHN B!" she yelled not even noticing the man approaching her from behind, JJ's eyes widened in horror as he called out for the girl.

"Y/N!" she turned around, eyes on the weapon that went flying towards her, she moved away but it sliced her arm making her wince in pain, "Y/N!" he called again in worry.

Eberhimi lifted his machete and JJ caught his wrist, grabbing him from behind, and elbowing the younger boy in the stomach, he swung at Y/N who caught his wrist and grabbed her collar, her head went to the side and the end of the weapon went right to JJ.

Her eyes widened in terror as JJ fell off the boat into the water, she bit Eberhimi's wrist before grabbing the hand that held the machete, twisting it, and she slammed his head against the glass before the wall.

And with that, he fell to the ground unconscious, Y/N ran towards the edge and called out for JJ whose face was on the water, "JJ!" she called loud enough for Outer Banks to hear.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the boy, she climbed the edge and her demons immediately consumed her, panic gripped her as memories of her own pain and struggles flooded her mind, the night she was standing on the edge.

the same feeling she felt during the fourth of July threatening to overwhelm her, she didn't do it, yet here she is standing on the edge once again.

But she knew she couldn't let fear paralyze her. She had to act. She will step off the edge, god she hoped the water wouldn't turn to solid rocks and kill her immediately, as a payback for not doing it that night

Either you face it or JJ dies. she thought.

With her heart pounding and her mind filled with a mixture of terror and determination, Y/N took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly before stepping off the edge. 

The air rushed past her, and for a split second, she felt weightless, suspended between the fear of the unknown and the hope for a different outcome.

As she descended towards the water, her mind raced with thoughts of what awaited her below. Would the water be a lifeline, cradling her safely in its embrace? Or would it become a cruel reminder, punishing her for the choice she didn't make before?

It was too deep, way too deep, she wasn't that good at swimming either, her feet touched the sand for fuck's sake that night because she was scared!

"JJ!" she screamed swimming towards him, turning the boy around she wrapped her arm around his waist, trying to keep them both afloat. 

Her heart was racing as she struggled to keep her head above water, tried to fight her own demons that gripped her hair, feet, and everywhere and pulled her, "Please wake up JJ," she pleaded, her voice choked with tears and water that started filling her lungs, "I need you." she begged.

"JJ, stay with me." she called pushing his pretty blonde hair out of his face as she slapped his cheek gently, "J, please. Please!" she exclaimed louder this time.

Y/N's arms were growing tired, and she was struggling to keep JJ's head above water, his entire body leaned against hers desperately.

She could feel herself slowly drowning, but she refused to let go of him. Kicking and trashing around, moving her legs in fast motions, looked nothing like swimming, but kept her head a little above. She moved her legs around at a rapid speed to keep them both afloat, her heart was pounding in her chest, and she was gasping for air, her eyes burning from the salty water.

"Hang on, JJ," she said, her voice shaking. "We'll make it through this together." Despite her fear and exhaustion, Y/N continued to fight, determined not to let JJ go.

she leaned her head against his, his entire head leaning on her shoulder, "John B's coming, John B's coming." she whispered hoping he could hear her, mostly to herself, so she doesn't give up and let her demons take her.

The world really was against her huh?

Y/N was growing weaker by the second, her arms and legs were aching, and she could feel her muscles going numb. 

She slowly leaned back, her eyes growing heavy as she struggled to stay conscious, "JJ," she called his name a thousand times, her voice barely above a whisper, "Stay with me, please." 

Y/N knew she was fighting a losing battle, she did everything she could to stay awake and not let the water take her. 

She squeezed him tightly, feeling his body grow heavier in her arms, despite the pain and exhaustion trying to take over, and dominate, she stayed awake until help arrived.

until John B. arrived.

"JOHN B! HELP!" 

Y/N's lungs were burning, and she could feel the water going into her mouth as she called out for help.

"Help!" she shouted, her voice hoarse, "Please, John B help us!" she could feel herself slipping away, her body growing numb as the water enveloped her. 

She coughed and sputtered, the taste of salt water filling her mouth, but even as she struggled to breathe, she refused to let go of JJ.

She held him tightly, her arm wrapped around him so tightly, doing everything she could to keep him above water, even pushing him slightly above her even if it resulted in her being underwater.

"Hang on, JJ," she said, her voice shaking, "Just a little longer. John B is coming." Despite the overwhelming odds against her, Y/N continued to fight, her legs moving rapidly as if she never swam in her entire life, determined to stay alive for JJ's sake.

Y/N sobbed against JJ's neck, her tears mixing with the salt water, "I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling from the cold and fear, "I'm sorry. I should've been hit." 

She felt guilty and responsible for JJ's injuries, and the weight of it was unbearable. 

The water felt like it had hands, pulling her down and dragging her away from JJ. But she clung to him, her grip growing tighter as she fought against the current. 

Soon enough, John B appeared and the pogues called out for their friend, "NO! No! No!" exclaimed John B stopping the boat and reaching for his best friend, his brother, and his family.

Y/N couldn't hear her friends calling out for her. She was lost in her own world, struggling to keep her head above water.

As soon as she felt JJ's weight slip away from her, safe and in the arms of her best friend, she let the water take her. 

She felt herself sinking deeper and deeper, the darkness closing in all around her.

It wasn't until she felt the strong hands of Sarah, John B, Pope, and Kiara grabbing her and lifting her from under the water that she opened her eyes, gasping for air. 

She clung to them tightly, using their strength to lift herself up and out of the water. She was shaking and disoriented, but she was alive.

 "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "Thank you for saving me." with that, she looked around for JJ, and her heart sank to her stomach when she saw him lying motionless in the lifeboat.

She crawled towards him, her hands shaking as she reached out to slap his cheek, "Wake up, JJ," she pleaded, her voice choked with emotion.

"Please, wake up!" But JJ remained still, and Y/N felt a sense of panic rising in her chest, no, he can't die. 

she knew that she had to do something to help him, so she began slapping his chest, trying to get the water out of his lungs, her friends surrounded her with worry and fear rushing through their veins.

Only Y/N calling and begging him to wake up boomed around them. "Come on, JJ, you can do this. Get up!" she said, her voice quivering badly, she was always a tough person with no fear in her eyes, and now they could see the pure anger and worry in them.

"Don't leave me like this." Y/N continued to work on JJ, refusing to give up even as her arms were limp and her eyes were blurry.

JJ suddenly sat up, coughing and spluttering, water coming out of his mouth.

He looked around, disoriented, and saw John B smiling down at him, "Welcome to the land of the living, dude," John B said, his voice filled with relief. "No CPR needed, huh?"

He didn't respond, instead, his eyes landed on Y/N's hand on his chest, and then on her tear-streaked face.

 He sat up, feeling the weight of what had just happened hit him, his tensed muscles dropped at the sight of her like this, "Hi," she greeted, her voice hoarse and filled with relief.

"'sup?" he added teasingly, trying to lighten the mood.

Everyone laughed, and Y/N smacked him before pulling his head towards her chest and hugging him tightly. 

She cried silently and kissed his forehead repeatedly, whispering, "Oh, darling, oh JJ, I thought I lost you."

JJ hugged her back, burying his head in the crook of her neck, "I'm here," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere." He held her tightly, feeling her warmth and her love envelop him.

For a moment, everything else faded away, and all that mattered was Y/N and JJ, together and alive, that was also the day they both realized they were really in love.

"What the hell happened?" JJ asked, reaching to touch his wound, but Y/N slapped his hand away, replacing it with a piece of fabric.

"The blunt end of a machete," replied Cleo, her voice filled with concern, "Machete?" JJ asked a hint of pride in his voice, "The blunt end. Next time, duck," Y/N said, nodding at Cleo before turning to glare at JJ.

JJ chuckled, wincing slightly at the pain in his side. "I'll try to remember that next time," he said, his voice laced with humor, "Thanks for the save, Y/N."

Y/N shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "You saved me, I save you," she said, her eyes softening as she looked at JJ, "I couldn't let anything happen to your dumbass."

JJ smirked, but then he suddenly fainted dramatically, his body falling back onto the boat.

Y/N gasped and rushed to his side, checking his wounds, "JJ, JJ, are you okay?" she asked, her voice full of worry, suddenly, JJ's eyes snapped open, and he grinned up at her. "Gotcha," he said, laughing.

Y/N rolled her eyes in vexation, but she couldn't help but smile, "You're such a drama queen," she said, shaking her head in amusement.

JJ sat up, wincing slightly at the pain in his side, "What can I say?" he said, his voice filled with humor. "I like to keep you on your toes." she looked at JJ in pure annoyance, raising an eyebrow, "I can throw you back, you know," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm.

JJ grinned, knowing full well that she would never actually do it. "You won't," he said, his voice teasing.

But then Y/N gave him a glare that made him wince. "You won't, right?" he asked, suddenly unsure, "if you annoy me, then I will." 

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A/N: this might be one of the most beautiful things I've written along with Fairytale, my Kaz Brekker book which you can check out on Wattpad, my account is: KazBrekker090!

I am in love with JJ, that is it, took a while for me to finish this so please do comment what you think and whether I should write a Part 2 where they kiss? Request anything you wish by the way! and thank you!

Like and comment pls!

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hi!!! that new jj one shot that u posted is so beautiful, i loved it sm!!! u should definitely write a part 2 where they kiss!!! 🫶

thank you so much my love!! i'm glad you enjoyed it, I will write part 2 as soon as possible<3333

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THE GIRL IN THE SOCKS ON THE ROOF - JJ Maybank

Summary: save my life and i'll save yours, pretty boy. In the coastal paradise of Outer Banks, Y/N teeters on the edge of the rooftop in socks, drowning in despair, and there's Papa JJ appearing in her life like an angel.

"'Cause it's too cold for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater."

Warning: female!reader, triggering themes (mental health struggles, including references to self-harm, depression, or suicidal thoughts and acts), alcohol, drug, weed, swearing, etc., this will angsty as shit and fluffy, do not read if you don't want to! you have been warned, let me know what you think!

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JJ has no idea that he had saved a life.

well, he never believed such a thing, never believed that he was this special to think twice that the person he saved will do anything to pay him back.

And that person was Y/N, the girl in socks on the roof of a building, a tall one.

It was a summer night, the night of the Fourth of July, an hour away from the fireworks starting and here was the handsome blond walking out of the store with few beers and snacks with Sarah Cameron by his side.

Yelling echoed around the neighborhood, and the two blondes turned towards the sound, a man running after a very gorgeous girl in shorts, a top and some socks.

No flipflops, or sandals, just black socks, running down the streets and busy looking behind to notice JJ and Sarah standing there watching in pure confusion until she bumped at him.

"YOU DIRTY LITTLE BITCH COME BACK HERE!" The man yelled and Y/N picked up the bags of snacks he held, apologizing and handing them to him in panic.

Eyes wide with tears covering them, wild hair like she was electrocuted, chest going up and down rapidly, she met Sarah's eyes and shot her the most heartbreaking smile.

"I am so sorry," she turned to JJ, meeting his pretty eyes that watched hers in concern, god she was beautiful, he has never seen someone this gorgeous even in the state of panic.

Before he could even open his mouth to respond, she continued running, she was very fast, legs moving in a speed of light, everytime her feet landed on the ground, pain rushed through her veins.

Adrenaline pumping, the summer night breeze slapping her cheeks left and right, she could feel Sarah Cameron's eyes on hers and the handsome boy whom she bumped into.

As they climbed the Twinkie, JJ's mind not once left the girl who disappeared five minutes ago, he knew who she was, well... he saw her in a few parties, standing there with a drink in hand talking to one pogue mostly.

"I feel like I saw her before," he whispered turning to Sarah who watched in slight worry as the man ran past them with so much hatred in his eyes, a murderous look that scared her.

"That's Y/N, sweetest Kook with apparently a rough life," she replied wincing as another curse left Mister L/N's lips, a frown on her face, JJ's hand was on the steering wheel, feeling a sudden protectiveness towards the girl who bumped into him.

It looked like she had a rough life, especially when she was running in only socks with a man chasing behind her, his eyebrows almost touched and he watched the man in disgust.

He reminded him of his dad... but oh he didn't know that he was basically his dad's twin brother.

"God I hope she doesn't get caught by Mister L/N," she whispered in worry, guilt eating her alive and once JJ started to drive, he looked around in hope to find her.

Nothing.

"It's the fourth of July..." spoke Sarah again, and his mind went back  to Y/N's eyes... brimmed with tears reminded him so much of his, he really wanted to know the reason why she was in that state.

And the second time he saw her was on the roof of a building, John B has sent him again to buy fireworks to light on the beach, but then something caught his eyes.

Someone.

The moonlight shone down on her, black shorts, white top, hair flying everywhere thanks to the wind, black socks, she stood on the edge of the roof staring ahead, the moonlight kissing her skin and making hear tear glisten like diamonds, what the fuck.

Without thinking twice, he sprinted up the stairs, ignoring that it was a building with people living in it, rich people that would knsult him idf they saw him in, he raced up the stairs, boots clapping against the ground as he grabbed the railing for support trying not to trip

He never ran so fast, worry ate him alive as he ran in the speed of light.

Opening the door to the roof with all his force he rushed to the girl just as her feet lifted and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her back to his chest.

She gasped in surprise, her tear-streaked face turning towards him. For a moment, time stood still as their eyes locked. JJ could feel the rapid thumping of her heart against his chest, matching the adrenaline rushing through his own veins.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and relief, he turned her around and watched as she looked into his eyes, body shaking with a combination of fear and exhaustion.

"You don't have to do this. You're not alone."

She studier him with glossy eyes, watched as he pushed away her hair from her wet cheeks and cupped her cheeks as if he knew her for years.

At his words she collapsed in his arms, clinging to him tightly, as if holding on for dear life, he wrapped his arms around her as tightly and ran his hand down her hair.

He wasn't used to giving hugs, felt awkward when someone gave him one ir he did, but he hugged her, the weight of her struggles and pain was palpable, and in that moment, JJ understood that there was so much more to her story than what he had glimpsed before.

"Grab my hand," she did as told, hand trembling as he gently guided her away from the edge, leading her to a safer spot on the rooftop.

She slipped down the wall, wrapping her arms around herself tightly ss the breeze got rough, then JJ sat beside her, forgetting his task and what he was supposed to buy.

They sat down together, the distant sounds of fireworks starting to fill the night sky, but not the Outer Banks yet, in 10 minutes, JJ's heart raced as he tried to find the right words to say, wanting to offer comfort and support to this girl he barely knew.

He turned to her, taking off his red hat and ruffling his blond hair, "sup, I'm JJ," he finally said, his voice soft but steady and she chuckled at his words, "And you...you don't have to face this alone. Whatever it is, I'm here for you."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude, she sniffled, wiping away the tears that continued to stream down her cheeks.

"Sup, I'm Y/N..." she whispered, her voice barely audible as she pulled her knees closer to her body, staying silent for a minute gnawing at her lower lip, she spoke again, "Thank you, for saving my life and...being there when no one else was."

JJ's heart ached at her words. He couldn't fathom how someone as beautiful and kind-hearted as Y/N could feel so alone and unloved.

He pulled out the lighter and played with it for a few seconds, "I don't know what you've been through, but I want you to know that Papa J, is here for you, no matter what. You deserve to be surrounded by people who care about you."

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears once again, but this time they were tears of relief mixed with a glimmer of hope. She had never expected a chance encounter with JJ to lead to this moment of genuine connection and understanding.

But she blinked away the tears and smiled at him brightly, sitting by his side, her shoulder pressed to his as they stared ahead, "I'll make sure to keep that in mind, Thank you, Papa J," a smile that showed his dimples appeared and she felt herself go warm.

"You know what will make you feel better?" He suddenly spoke standing up and slapping his butt to get rid of the dirt, she looked up at him in confusion, wondering what will make her feel better.

"What?"

JJ smiled down at her brightly like a Cheshire cat, "light some fireworks on the beach, smoke weed, drink beers," he suggested putting his hand in front if her to take.

She stared at his hands for a hot second, glancing at the edge of the roof that she almost fell from and then back at him, she never drank alcohol or even had a puff of smoke, breaking the rules sounded like a good idea at the moment.

"why not." She put her hand on top of his watching him hold it carefully, gently, his rings cold and sending a shiver down her spine.

He lifted her and glanced down at the socks, "damn don't your feet hurt?" She laughed softly and followed his eyes down, "they are hurting now, like a bitch." He nodded in response and they walked towards the stairs, hand still in hers.

Her eyes went back to the edge of the roof again, but JJ blocked her path and pushed the door for her, "after you, be careful not to slip, I almost did with my damn boots." She rolled her eyes but grinned at him.

"You're the clumsy one."  She replied making him roll his eyes and gasp dramatically, pretending to faint while doing so, it made her laugh.

She had a gorgeous laugh, contagious that it made him laugh as well, he wondered why a girl like her would even think of trying to leave this world.

He wanted to ask, but no. This wasn't the right moment.

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He handed her his scandals (which led to her saying that his feet were bigger than her face) and called John B to apologize and explain what happened while she was looking for slushy flavors.

Then they went to the beach, watched the fireworks, drank beers, and shared weed, one after the other, placing her lips right where his were, he taught her basic surf tricks, and he did everything to make her forget about the troubles filling her mind.

And it worked.

They laughed, and they talked for hours, sharing stories, dreams, and even their deepest fears, water was reaching her thighs as she watched the colorful explosions in the night sky.

She was high and watching the sky have multicolor stars with so much awe, her eyes glossy and her hand waving underwater, and JJ admired.

Every single feature, the way she watched the fireworks and stood by his side, hair wild and crazy, speaking her mind in a way he never thought anyone would do so, wearing only her bikini top and shorts.

How can a person high till cloud 9 speak like that? He thought, "I mean, that's the thing, Lana Del Rey once said..." She put her finger up, swallowing, "Live fast, die young, be wild, and have fun. That’s my motto, but my dad did everything to not give me my freedom, everything, and believe it or not this is the first time I felt happy."

JJ knew what it was like, it was the same for him, his dad was a fucking asshole and everyone knew it, they all blamed that man's crime on him, and he hated that she had the same problems.

"I think we need to get out, you're way too high baby," he spoke with a laugh grabbing her waist and starting to make his way out of the water.

"oh come on I'm trying to be emotional here! Wait- did you just call me baby?" she asked grabbing his wrist, slurring over her words.

JJ chuckled, his heart warming at Y/N's playful reaction. He had been so caught up in the moment that he had let slip a term of endearment without even realizing it.

But now, with her intoxicated state bringing out her candidness, he found himself unable to hide his smile.

"Yeah, I did call you baby," he replied, his voice teasing, "It just slipped out. But you know what? I think it suits you."

Y/N's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and amusement crossing her face. "Oh really? And why is that?" he couldn't respond instead raised his eyebrow at her, showing his cute dimples that made her smile even more brightly.

"I will not tell you." and next thing he knew she pulled him deeper in the water and pulled him along, pushing him with her in, his hand wrapped around her waist to not lose her and water surrounded them.

them swimming around one another, the light coming from the moon and fireworks the only thing brightening their surroundings, all euphoric. As their eyes locked underwater, JJ felt a surge of anticipation, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them suspended in the watery depths.

They swam closer and closer, her hair moving around her like a mermaid, he watched as the multicolor lights flashing kissed her skin, eyes twinkling like pearls.

As they swam closer, their bodies gracefully gliding through the liquid medium, time seemed to slow down. Every movement, every touch, was heightened by the magical atmosphere surrounding them. The water embraced them, caressing their skin and amplifying the intensity of their connection.

Y/N has never seen such a beautiful person like JJ, his blonde hair shimmered like strands of liquid gold, framing his face in a way that accentuated his angelic features, ocean eyes watching her in a way no one did, it made her blood run hot even underwater, his muscles twitching as he moved.

God, he was beautiful....

He was angel. That's it, he was an angel sent from heaven to save her from the roof and make her life worth living for.

Their faces drew closer, the space between them narrowing with each passing second, but just as her lips were about to brush against his, doubt crept into JJ's mind. 

He hesitated, like he always did, his thoughts momentarily overpowering the weird feelings he felt in that moment. He withdrew slightly, his hand releasing its grip on her waist.

His wide eyes met hers, and for a moment, the silence between them was deafening, she hesitated as well, confused as to why he did in the first place, but never going to question it.

Maybe he didn't feel comfortable, she thought, JJ's mind raced, questioning the wisdom of his decision, too risky, she's high and probably won't remember by tomorrow- JJ calm the fuck down.

He hated himself for hesitating but he had no choice, she grabbed his shirt and swam back up with him to the surface, JJ followed, cursing himself for letting his doubts cloud the moment, for allowing fear to guide his actions. 

But deep down, he knew he couldn't ignore the nagging thoughts that had caused him to retreat.

Y/N, for her part, seemed to accept the situation without questioning it. Her silence spoke volumes, leaving JJ with a mix of relief and regret, as they resurfaced, the world above the water greeted them with its own set of distractions. 

The sounds of laughter and music filled the air, the festivities of the night continuing as if nothing had happened below the surface. Y/N's wide eyes met his again, searching for answers that he couldn't provide.

JJ gave her a weak smile and her, perceptive as ever, returned his smile with a gentle nod, and just before she started to swim back to land, he spoke with a high pitched voice to not make her go.

"me and my friend want to become Kooks, looking for gold, anything that will make us rich, when this world will become gentle with us, I'm gonna get a new board. I'm gonna deck it out, and I'm gonna go on a surf trip. Ride, whatever the waves take you, you know?" he said watching her stop and turn back around.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she listened to his plans, his determination shining through despite the uncertainties of their current moment.

Dreams do save lives after all.

"Do you have your passport, pretty boy?" she asked with a laugh at his determination, it made his hammering heart slow down, and relief wash over him as he thought she was mad at him at first.

"Hell no, I don't got a passport, Kookiest thing ever." he replied making her laugh even harder, throwing her head back and staring at the sky, her laughter echoing through the water and bringing a sense of lightheartedness to their conversation.

“You definitely should do that, that’s a real dream, surf trip, I believe in you,” she said with a chuckle, starting to swim towards the rock where they kept their stuff hidden just in case someone might steal them, gesturing him to come along.

“you’re saying that like I will do it alone,” he said lifting himself up and out of the water, wrapping the towel he had in the Twinkie around her and grabbing his stuff, “well you will do it with your friends, not alone,” she replied wrapping the towel tighter around her, putting on her sandals.

JJ grabbed their stuff and walked out of the rock, offering his hand so she wouldn’t slip, “and you,” he replied making her smile and glance back at him, "me? So I'm a Pogue now?" she asked teasingly ruffling her hair with the towel.

"Well, I am your friend, you like adventure, saving animals and the sea, you don't hate us, I think you are born a Pogue, besides we could really use your help to become rich," he said shrugging while opening the door to the van.

washing her feet to get rid of the sand she climbed in the passenger seat, towel still tight around her, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Well, if being a Pogue means embarking on thrilling escapades with you and running from cops, count me in," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

"deal."

and she did become one, helped them find the gold by stealing maps from her father's office, and became a sister to almost everyone, Kiara didn't trust her which was fine, but she didn't hate her either.

Besides she understood what it was like, JJ had stayed by her side for the rest of the time, she was on his, she saved him in many ways, the jacuzzi night, she held him, they ran from cops, she stole for him, for them, got in trouble as well and she was loyal.

That way she cried with him that night when she found out what Luke did to him was the same thing her father did to her, cried with him, and held him at the same time, they were both broken after all.

The night she tried to end her life was the night she met JJ Maybank and he saved her in every way a person can be saved, she stayed the night in John B's house, on the couch, her head to JJ's.

everyone was already asleep, both of them damp after their night swim.

"I see you," he suddenly whispered, the light buzzing from god knows where filling the silence along with the crickets, for a second he thought she had fallen asleep since no answer came from her, "and?" she asked a hot minute, tilting her to the side.

His scent filled her nostrils and made her tensed shoulders relax instantly, "you wouldn't have jumped." he replied staring at the ceiling, his blonde hair falling over his eyes.

JJ's whispered words hung in the air, the weight of their meaning sinking in. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she processed his statement, his words cut through the darkness, reaching deep into her soul, and touching upon a truth that she had kept hidden for so long.

"God knows what would've happened if you weren't there," she whispered staring at the ceiling with tears blurring her vision, she played with the shell charm of his bracelet.

"but I'm glad it was you," her voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard it, and when he spoke his voice was as soft as a feather, "I'm glad too," he had said and then she felt her blood run hot, cheeks turning rosy.

and with that, they both fell asleep, her finger hooked around his bracelet and his finger drew patterns, their faces so close at the edge of the couch, her head to the right and his to the left, noses almost bumping.

Their breaths synchronized, her scent mixing with his creating the most intoxicating perfume that ever existed, peace washing over them as they slept close to one another, safe from any trouble.

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They fell in love, and they hesitated to tell one another, like the night they hesitated to kiss, there was a palpable tension that's for sure, even the blind could sense it.

But the day she realized that one day she will stop hesitating was in the boat when he fell off it.

"Clear." 

He whispered and Y/N walked away with JJ following behind her, a man suddenly appeared in front of her making her call out for the pretty blonde, "JJ..." "of course, there's more of you..." he said pulling out a machete, "get down on your knees," he ordered and JJ grabbed the girl by the waist pulling her back as soon as the man stepped towards her. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen." with that, he charged at the girl who ducked immediately, JJ punched the man and pinned his arm, and Y/N kicked him right in the crotch before with the door to the emergency power locker supply.

Y/N ran towards the railing calling out for the Routledge boy, "JOHN B!" she yelled not even noticing the man approaching her from behind, JJ's eyes widened in horror as he called out for the girl.

"Y/N!" she turned around, eyes on the weapon that went flying towards her, she moved away but it sliced her arm making her wince in pain, "Y/N!" he called again in worry.

Eberhimi lifted his machete and JJ caught his wrist, grabbing him from behind, and elbowing the younger boy in the stomach, he swung at Y/N who caught his wrist and grabbed her collar, her head went to the side and the end of the weapon went right to JJ.

Her eyes widened in terror as JJ fell off the boat into the water, she bit Eberhimi's wrist before grabbing the hand that held the machete, twisting it, and she slammed his head against the glass before the wall.

And with that, he fell to the ground unconscious, Y/N ran towards the edge and called out for JJ whose face was on the water, "JJ!" she called loud enough for Outer Banks to hear.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the boy, she climbed the edge and her demons immediately consumed her, panic gripped her as memories of her own pain and struggles flooded her mind, the night she was standing on the edge.

the same feeling she felt during the fourth of July threatening to overwhelm her, she didn't do it, yet here she is standing on the edge once again.

But she knew she couldn't let fear paralyze her. She had to act. She will step off the edge, god she hoped the water wouldn't turn to solid rocks and kill her immediately, as a payback for not doing it that night

Either you face it or JJ dies. she thought.

With her heart pounding and her mind filled with a mixture of terror and determination, Y/N took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly before stepping off the edge. 

The air rushed past her, and for a split second, she felt weightless, suspended between the fear of the unknown and the hope for a different outcome.

As she descended towards the water, her mind raced with thoughts of what awaited her below. Would the water be a lifeline, cradling her safely in its embrace? Or would it become a cruel reminder, punishing her for the choice she didn't make before?

It was too deep, way too deep, she wasn't that good at swimming either, her feet touched the sand for fuck's sake that night because she was scared!

"JJ!" she screamed swimming towards him, turning the boy around she wrapped her arm around his waist, trying to keep them both afloat. 

Her heart was racing as she struggled to keep her head above water, tried to fight her own demons that gripped her hair, feet, and everywhere and pulled her, "Please wake up JJ," she pleaded, her voice choked with tears and water that started filling her lungs, "I need you." she begged.

"JJ, stay with me." she called pushing his pretty blonde hair out of his face as she slapped his cheek gently, "J, please. Please!" she exclaimed louder this time.

Y/N's arms were growing tired, and she was struggling to keep JJ's head above water, his entire body leaned against hers desperately.

She could feel herself slowly drowning, but she refused to let go of him. Kicking and trashing around, moving her legs in fast motions, looked nothing like swimming, but kept her head a little above. She moved her legs around at a rapid speed to keep them both afloat, her heart was pounding in her chest, and she was gasping for air, her eyes burning from the salty water.

"Hang on, JJ," she said, her voice shaking. "We'll make it through this together." Despite her fear and exhaustion, Y/N continued to fight, determined not to let JJ go.

she leaned her head against his, his entire head leaning on her shoulder, "John B's coming, John B's coming." she whispered hoping he could hear her, mostly to herself, so she doesn't give up and let her demons take her.

The world really was against her huh?

Y/N was growing weaker by the second, her arms and legs were aching, and she could feel her muscles going numb. 

She slowly leaned back, her eyes growing heavy as she struggled to stay conscious, "JJ," she called his name a thousand times, her voice barely above a whisper, "Stay with me, please." 

Y/N knew she was fighting a losing battle, she did everything she could to stay awake and not let the water take her. 

She squeezed him tightly, feeling his body grow heavier in her arms, despite the pain and exhaustion trying to take over, and dominate, she stayed awake until help arrived.

until John B. arrived.

"JOHN B! HELP!" 

Y/N's lungs were burning, and she could feel the water going into her mouth as she called out for help.

"Help!" she shouted, her voice hoarse, "Please, John B help us!" she could feel herself slipping away, her body growing numb as the water enveloped her. 

She coughed and sputtered, the taste of salt water filling her mouth, but even as she struggled to breathe, she refused to let go of JJ.

She held him tightly, her arm wrapped around him so tightly, doing everything she could to keep him above water, even pushing him slightly above her even if it resulted in her being underwater.

"Hang on, JJ," she said, her voice shaking, "Just a little longer. John B is coming." Despite the overwhelming odds against her, Y/N continued to fight, her legs moving rapidly as if she never swam in her entire life, determined to stay alive for JJ's sake.

Y/N sobbed against JJ's neck, her tears mixing with the salt water, "I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling from the cold and fear, "I'm sorry. I should've been hit." 

She felt guilty and responsible for JJ's injuries, and the weight of it was unbearable. 

The water felt like it had hands, pulling her down and dragging her away from JJ. But she clung to him, her grip growing tighter as she fought against the current. 

Soon enough, John B appeared and the pogues called out for their friend, "NO! No! No!" exclaimed John B stopping the boat and reaching for his best friend, his brother, and his family.

Y/N couldn't hear her friends calling out for her. She was lost in her own world, struggling to keep her head above water.

As soon as she felt JJ's weight slip away from her, safe and in the arms of her best friend, she let the water take her. 

She felt herself sinking deeper and deeper, the darkness closing in all around her.

It wasn't until she felt the strong hands of Sarah, John B, Pope, and Kiara grabbing her and lifting her from under the water that she opened her eyes, gasping for air. 

She clung to them tightly, using their strength to lift herself up and out of the water. She was shaking and disoriented, but she was alive.

 "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "Thank you for saving me." with that, she looked around for JJ, and her heart sank to her stomach when she saw him lying motionless in the lifeboat.

She crawled towards him, her hands shaking as she reached out to slap his cheek, "Wake up, JJ," she pleaded, her voice choked with emotion.

"Please, wake up!" But JJ remained still, and Y/N felt a sense of panic rising in her chest, no, he can't die. 

she knew that she had to do something to help him, so she began slapping his chest, trying to get the water out of his lungs, her friends surrounded her with worry and fear rushing through their veins.

Only Y/N calling and begging him to wake up boomed around them. "Come on, JJ, you can do this. Get up!" she said, her voice quivering badly, she was always a tough person with no fear in her eyes, and now they could see the pure anger and worry in them.

"Don't leave me like this." Y/N continued to work on JJ, refusing to give up even as her arms were limp and her eyes were blurry.

JJ suddenly sat up, coughing and spluttering, water coming out of his mouth.

He looked around, disoriented, and saw John B smiling down at him, "Welcome to the land of the living, dude," John B said, his voice filled with relief. "No CPR needed, huh?"

He didn't respond, instead, his eyes landed on Y/N's hand on his chest, and then on her tear-streaked face.

 He sat up, feeling the weight of what had just happened hit him, his tensed muscles dropped at the sight of her like this, "Hi," she greeted, her voice hoarse and filled with relief.

"'sup?" he added teasingly, trying to lighten the mood.

Everyone laughed, and Y/N smacked him before pulling his head towards her chest and hugging him tightly. 

She cried silently and kissed his forehead repeatedly, whispering, "Oh, darling, oh JJ, I thought I lost you."

JJ hugged her back, burying his head in the crook of her neck, "I'm here," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere." He held her tightly, feeling her warmth and her love envelop him.

For a moment, everything else faded away, and all that mattered was Y/N and JJ, together and alive, that was also the day they both realized they were really in love.

"What the hell happened?" JJ asked, reaching to touch his wound, but Y/N slapped his hand away, replacing it with a piece of fabric.

"The blunt end of a machete," replied Cleo, her voice filled with concern, "Machete?" JJ asked a hint of pride in his voice, "The blunt end. Next time, duck," Y/N said, nodding at Cleo before turning to glare at JJ.

JJ chuckled, wincing slightly at the pain in his side. "I'll try to remember that next time," he said, his voice laced with humor, "Thanks for the save, Y/N."

Y/N shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "You saved me, I save you," she said, her eyes softening as she looked at JJ, "I couldn't let anything happen to your dumbass."

JJ smirked, but then he suddenly fainted dramatically, his body falling back onto the boat.

Y/N gasped and rushed to his side, checking his wounds, "JJ, JJ, are you okay?" she asked, her voice full of worry, suddenly, JJ's eyes snapped open, and he grinned up at her. "Gotcha," he said, laughing.

Y/N rolled her eyes in vexation, but she couldn't help but smile, "You're such a drama queen," she said, shaking her head in amusement.

JJ sat up, wincing slightly at the pain in his side, "What can I say?" he said, his voice filled with humor. "I like to keep you on your toes." she looked at JJ in pure annoyance, raising an eyebrow, "I can throw you back, you know," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm.

JJ grinned, knowing full well that she would never actually do it. "You won't," he said, his voice teasing.

But then Y/N gave him a glare that made him wince. "You won't, right?" he asked, suddenly unsure, "if you annoy me, then I will." 

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A/N: this might be one of the most beautiful things I've written along with Fairytale, my Kaz Brekker book which you can check out on Wattpad, my account is: KazBrekker090!

I am in love with JJ, that is it, took a while for me to finish this so please do comment what you think and whether I should write a Part 2 where they kiss? Request anything you wish by the way! and thank you!

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girls need love ➵ @peakyblindersxx

summary ➵ once michael sees you, he's got to have you. loosely based off of the song girls need love by summer walker

candy ii ➵ @smallheathgangsters

summary ➵ Henry and Y/N decide on doing something a bit risky. After being caught, his father offers a word of wisdom for his son, that would stick with him for much longer than he expected.

lucky ➵ @fandom-puff

summary ➵ ‘would you write some domestic smut with michael gray?’

take me or leave me ➵ @celticmelody

summary ➵ you are Polly Gray’s secretary, in a secret affair with her son, Michael Gray. and when you grow tired of the secrecy, you make Michael an offer he can’t refuse. 

you’re mine. got that? ➵ @davidsons89

summary ➵ you flirt with bonnie gold, leaving michael angry and jealous. he teaches you a lesson by showing you that you’re his.

innocence lost ➵ @thepeakyfckingblinders

summary ➵ n.2 & 7 from my prompt list: "He’s driving me crazy” +  “It hurts so bad I can’t breathe”

you don’t want a nice man ➵ @murderousginger

summary ➵ could i request some Michael angst with “Don't you ever do that again” and “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?” love u

the librarian ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ Michael Gray has never seen the point in going to a library in his life, especially now that he's living in Small Heath. However, a certain librarian in London has him coming back time after time, even if it seems like she has no interest in him

the good librarian ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ After having sex in the library, Michael and Reader develop a Dom/Sub relationship that leads to more sex in her place of work

more than enough ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ Michael and Isaiah often spend their nights out looking for a pretty girl to share. Tonight, they just so happen to find you

addiction ➵ @blueeyedheizer

summary ➵ All that Tommy told you about the event you were attending is; dress fancy, make a good impression, bring Michael as your plus one and don't ask questions.

three musketeers ➵ @mxpseudonym

summary ➵ Isiah makes a saucy proposal, Michael agrees for once, and you can’t help but go along.

overtime ➵ @motelkisses

summary ➵ Michael’s commitment to work has put his marriage to the test and his wife has something to say about it.

family problems ➵ @angelaiswriting

summary ➵ She doesn’t want children: to Polly and the family, this is a problem.

his irish girl ➵ @writeroutoftime

summary ➵ there to support your cousin at her wedding, you catch the eye of a certain michael gray and share a wonderful evening 

skin to skin ➵ @pollyrepents

summary ➵ Michael’s wife is dodging him and fretting over more than one loss.

use your imagination ➵ @johnismyreason

summary ➵ I had this request for so long, this is a fucking shame I only post it now lmao but in my defence, there were the holidays, my finals, and also it was the first time I wrote smut. So please, be indulgent and let me know 

indulgent ➵ @mxpseudonym

summary ➵ Michael is your father’s easy to tease business parter and you are one lucky bitch.

haunted by the ghost of you ➵ @kaznejis

summary ➵ “I promise.” he smiled, caressing your cheek as he lay next to you, “nothing and nobody will ever split us apart, my love.”

my girl ➵ @rogertaylorismycar

summary ➵ You and Michael have always had sexual tension, from what started off as playful flirting has turned to actual feelings and most of all lust. So one night when you are doing last minute paperwork and Michael is making it so you can’t concentrate, a stare across a room leads to desk sex

dark — but just a game ➵ @retromafia

summary ➵ Michael reunites with his old friend from the village and feels the urge to ruin and spoil her.

my tears ricochet ➵ @cigarettes-can-solve-everything

summary ➵ After Tommy shotted Michael, you are the one that attends on his funeral...

crossroads ➵ @neige-noire

summary ➵ You visit Michael in the hospital for the first time in years after his departure from your village.

a painful reunion ➵ @noforkingclue

summary ➵ After getting shot Michael wasn’t expecting many visitors apart from his family. Seeing you again, after so much time, was almost as painful as getting shot.

meet cute ➵ @fallatyourfeet

summary ➵ A little one-shot, about how Michael comes to meet the reader.

problematic sweethearts ➵ @lilahisntsadanymore

summary ➵ The Shelbys find themselves in yet another war with one of other Romani families. Things get even worse when Michael and a girl from the other family mysteriously disappear one day.

catch your dreams city boy ii ➵ @retromafia

summary ➵ You and Henry used to be together, but one day he left the village and you behind. Now you visit him in the hospital with his mum.

your kingdom what about my feelings | our kingdom | ➵ @calummss

summary ➵ your father arranged your marriage to michael gray, but you never intended to marry

welcome home ➵ @zablife

summary ➵ Michael has languished in prison for six months and survived an execution attempt. His S/O brings him home and pampers him with the love he’s been missing.

the mask ➵ @moral-turpitudes

summary ➵ Michael comes home to find Y/N an anxious mess due to his recent jobs with the company, and realizes even the strongest of people need help at times.

naive ➵ @peakyswritings

summary ➵ You were nice and naive, and he didn’t need to be on his guard around you. Maybe that’s why he took you under his wing.

silver linings ii iii iv v ➵ @moral-turpitudes

summary ➵ After growing tired of hiding, Y/N decides to venture out from the back of her fathers shop, not knowing she’d quite literally fall for one of her father’s enemies who happened to be lurking around the corner. But with tensions growing between the two families, one decision could change the course of their lives as they know it, for better and for worse.

mattress angel ➵ @peakyblinderswhore

summary ➵ Michael and yourself weren’t exclusive but strictly speaking, you did spend an awful amount of time together that certainly suggested that you were. Spending the night at Polly’s on Christmas Eve would only make this assumption more valid. On the assumption that you are exclusive, Polly offers up one of her rooms... with one bed. What are two, young, hormone-filled adults going to do with just one bed?

caught in the act, again ➵ @davidsons89

summary ➵ you and michael get caught having sex in the betting shop by polly, but when michael’s cousins walk in after her, things get embarrassing fast.

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these fics I have found on the website ‘archive of our own’ so they’ll take you out of the app. as well show all the LOVE for these fics because they’re all so beautifully written.

also don’t worry I’ll be putting in the authors handles so you can show your love to them as well!

we’ll survive ➵ Wallflower (bonniesgoldengirl)

summary ➵ Michael and Reader have been seeing each other secretly for a while now, and reader is beginning to think he's just using her. After an explosive argument however, she realises he isn't when a bigger problem comes along

shirts ➵ twistedrunes

summary ➵ You work at the Grace Shelby Institute as a book-keeper. Mr Michael Gray visits fortnightly to do the books. It's your job to ensure he has everything he needs. After a particularly long day, Michael takes you to dinner and has a proposal.

heaven is a place on earth with you ➵ BrynTheBeatnik

summary ➵ Michael has been released from jail, just like John, Arthur and Polly, but he has a hard time adapting to the thought of being free again. They have a big welcome home party and Michael can’t bring himself to laugh again. Struggling with his emotions he ran off into the night. After blacking out, a girl wakes him up and offers him the help he needs.

actually, love is a peaky blinder ➵ BebbanburgBeats

summary ➵ You are Michael's secretary and you attend a business party for the Peaky Blinders. But when one of the guests tries to take liberties with you, Michael steps in.

kingdom come ➵ TheLittleDayDreamer

summary ➵ Michael didn’t hate Tommy for what happened the year prior, well not as much as his wife wanted him to.

ask me again in the morning ➵ sceawere

summary ➵ Polly decides it's time to take Michael's girlfriend out for a night on the town. The aftermath involves sloppy drunkenness and possible marriage proposals.

weeping willow ➵ twistedrunes

summary ➵ 1. For Michael Gray reader lost a baby and is trying to hide it but he either sees it or finds out somehow? 2. With Michael Gray. They both love each other but reader has a violent boyfriend and maybe she tries to tell him that she doesn't love him and he gets angry and then Michael saves her?

king of the world ➵ mygodhatesme

summary ➵ Just after getting dumped by your boyfriend, you meet Michael at a bar in New York City.

balance ➵ lawsofman

summary ➵ Michael learns a very valuable lesson.

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nsfw alphabet ➵ @mrs-gray

little hands ii ➵ @peakywitch

happiness is a butterfly ➵ @peakyswritings

burden ➵ @peakyswritings

liaisons dangereuses ii ➵ @champagneholland

smut headcannons ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

you all over me ➵ @celticmelody

summary ➵ you were childhood friends turned lovers, but as the boy you once knew became unfamiliar with each visit to the countryside, you reached a breaking point. until you find yourself entrapped by him, all over again. 

gangstas paradise ➵ @cherienymphe

summary ➵ an agreement with the Peaky Blinders is almost a done deal...until you catch the eye of Michael Gray. You’re suddenly thrust into the equation, and your father must decide between losing everything or losing you.

marry me then ➵ @blueeyedheizer

summary ➵ I'm a sucker for s2 Michael <3 I hope you enjoy this one. It's a bit sappy, but i've done worse haha. Also...I have no idea how contraception worked in the 20s and I didn't feel like doing research (oop) so we're just gonna pretend this is a modern AU condom-wise and pregnancy test-wise 🤷🏻‍♀️

girls need love ➵ @peakyblindersxx

summary ➵ once michael sees you, he's got to have you. loosely based off of the song girls need love by summer walker

candy ii ➵ @smallheathgangsters

summary ➵ Henry and Y/N decide on doing something a bit risky. After being caught, his father offers a word of wisdom for his son, that would stick with him for much longer than he expected.

lucky ➵ @fandom-puff

summary ➵ ‘would you write some domestic smut with michael gray?’

take me or leave me ➵ @celticmelody

summary ➵ you are Polly Gray’s secretary, in a secret affair with her son, Michael Gray. and when you grow tired of the secrecy, you make Michael an offer he can’t refuse. 

you’re mine. got that? ➵ @davidsons89

summary ➵ you flirt with bonnie gold, leaving michael angry and jealous. he teaches you a lesson by showing you that you’re his.

innocence lost ➵ @thepeakyfckingblinders

summary ➵ n.2 & 7 from my prompt list: "He’s driving me crazy” +  “It hurts so bad I can’t breathe”

you don’t want a nice man ➵ @murderousginger

summary ➵ could i request some Michael angst with “Don't you ever do that again” and “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?” love u

the librarian ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ Michael Gray has never seen the point in going to a library in his life, especially now that he's living in Small Heath. However, a certain librarian in London has him coming back time after time, even if it seems like she has no interest in him

the good librarian ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ After having sex in the library, Michael and Reader develop a Dom/Sub relationship that leads to more sex in her place of work

more than enough ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ Michael and Isaiah often spend their nights out looking for a pretty girl to share. Tonight, they just so happen to find you

addiction ➵ @blueeyedheizer

summary ➵ All that Tommy told you about the event you were attending is; dress fancy, make a good impression, bring Michael as your plus one and don't ask questions.

three musketeers ➵ @mxpseudonym

summary ➵ Isiah makes a saucy proposal, Michael agrees for once, and you can’t help but go along.

overtime ➵ @motelkisses

summary ➵ Michael’s commitment to work has put his marriage to the test and his wife has something to say about it.

family problems ➵ @angelaiswriting

summary ➵ She doesn’t want children: to Polly and the family, this is a problem.

his irish girl ➵ @writeroutoftime

summary ➵ there to support your cousin at her wedding, you catch the eye of a certain michael gray and share a wonderful evening 

skin to skin ➵ @pollyrepents

summary ➵ Michael’s wife is dodging him and fretting over more than one loss.

use your imagination ➵ @johnismyreason

summary ➵ I had this request for so long, this is a fucking shame I only post it now lmao but in my defence, there were the holidays, my finals, and also it was the first time I wrote smut. So please, be indulgent and let me know 

indulgent ➵ @mxpseudonym

summary ➵ Michael is your father’s easy to tease business parter and you are one lucky bitch.

haunted by the ghost of you ➵ @kaznejis

summary ➵ “I promise.” he smiled, caressing your cheek as he lay next to you, “nothing and nobody will ever split us apart, my love.”

my girl ➵ @rogertaylorismycar

summary ➵ You and Michael have always had sexual tension, from what started off as playful flirting has turned to actual feelings and most of all lust. So one night when you are doing last minute paperwork and Michael is making it so you can’t concentrate, a stare across a room leads to desk sex

dark — but just a game ➵ @retromafia

summary ➵ Michael reunites with his old friend from the village and feels the urge to ruin and spoil her.

my tears ricochet ➵ @cigarettes-can-solve-everything

summary ➵ After Tommy shotted Michael, you are the one that attends on his funeral...

crossroads ➵ @neige-noire

summary ➵ You visit Michael in the hospital for the first time in years after his departure from your village.

a painful reunion ➵ @noforkingclue

summary ➵ After getting shot Michael wasn’t expecting many visitors apart from his family. Seeing you again, after so much time, was almost as painful as getting shot.

meet cute ➵ @fallatyourfeet

summary ➵ A little one-shot, about how Michael comes to meet the reader.

problematic sweethearts ➵ @lilahisntsadanymore

summary ➵ The Shelbys find themselves in yet another war with one of other Romani families. Things get even worse when Michael and a girl from the other family mysteriously disappear one day.

catch your dreams city boy ii ➵ @retromafia

summary ➵ You and Henry used to be together, but one day he left the village and you behind. Now you visit him in the hospital with his mum.

your kingdom what about my feelings | our kingdom | ➵ @calummss

summary ➵ your father arranged your marriage to michael gray, but you never intended to marry

welcome home ➵ @zablife

summary ➵ Michael has languished in prison for six months and survived an execution attempt. His S/O brings him home and pampers him with the love he’s been missing.

the mask ➵ @moral-turpitudes

summary ➵ Michael comes home to find Y/N an anxious mess due to his recent jobs with the company, and realizes even the strongest of people need help at times.

naive ➵ @peakyswritings

summary ➵ You were nice and naive, and he didn’t need to be on his guard around you. Maybe that’s why he took you under his wing.

silver linings ii iii iv v ➵ @moral-turpitudes

summary ➵ After growing tired of hiding, Y/N decides to venture out from the back of her fathers shop, not knowing she’d quite literally fall for one of her father’s enemies who happened to be lurking around the corner. But with tensions growing between the two families, one decision could change the course of their lives as they know it, for better and for worse.

mattress angel ➵ @peakyblinderswhore

summary ➵ Michael and yourself weren’t exclusive but strictly speaking, you did spend an awful amount of time together that certainly suggested that you were. Spending the night at Polly’s on Christmas Eve would only make this assumption more valid. On the assumption that you are exclusive, Polly offers up one of her rooms... with one bed. What are two, young, hormone-filled adults going to do with just one bed?

caught in the act, again ➵ @davidsons89

summary ➵ you and michael get caught having sex in the betting shop by polly, but when michael’s cousins walk in after her, things get embarrassing fast.

ON AO3

these fics I have found on the website ‘archive of our own’ so they’ll take you out of the app. as well show all the LOVE for these fics because they’re all so beautifully written.

also don’t worry I’ll be putting in the authors handles so you can show your love to them as well!

we’ll survive ➵ Wallflower (bonniesgoldengirl)

summary ➵ Michael and Reader have been seeing each other secretly for a while now, and reader is beginning to think he's just using her. After an explosive argument however, she realises he isn't when a bigger problem comes along

shirts ➵ twistedrunes

summary ➵ You work at the Grace Shelby Institute as a book-keeper. Mr Michael Gray visits fortnightly to do the books. It's your job to ensure he has everything he needs. After a particularly long day, Michael takes you to dinner and has a proposal.

heaven is a place on earth with you ➵ BrynTheBeatnik

summary ➵ Michael has been released from jail, just like John, Arthur and Polly, but he has a hard time adapting to the thought of being free again. They have a big welcome home party and Michael can’t bring himself to laugh again. Struggling with his emotions he ran off into the night. After blacking out, a girl wakes him up and offers him the help he needs.

actually, love is a peaky blinder ➵ BebbanburgBeats

summary ➵ You are Michael's secretary and you attend a business party for the Peaky Blinders. But when one of the guests tries to take liberties with you, Michael steps in.

kingdom come ➵ TheLittleDayDreamer

summary ➵ Michael didn’t hate Tommy for what happened the year prior, well not as much as his wife wanted him to.

ask me again in the morning ➵ sceawere

summary ➵ Polly decides it's time to take Michael's girlfriend out for a night on the town. The aftermath involves sloppy drunkenness and possible marriage proposals.

weeping willow ➵ twistedrunes

summary ➵ 1. For Michael Gray reader lost a baby and is trying to hide it but he either sees it or finds out somehow? 2. With Michael Gray. They both love each other but reader has a violent boyfriend and maybe she tries to tell him that she doesn't love him and he gets angry and then Michael saves her?

king of the world ➵ mygodhatesme

summary ➵ Just after getting dumped by your boyfriend, you meet Michael at a bar in New York City.

balance ➵ lawsofman

summary ➵ Michael learns a very valuable lesson.

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—THE GHOST YOU LEFT BEHIND.

pairing: zoya nazyalensky x fem!heartrender!reader

synopsis: a painful past between you and zoya comes to light when you are sent on an intel mission on behalf of the king.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: men being gross, a mild spoiler for the SoC book (?) idk i found the info on the wiki

a/n: hahAA 4k. shadow and bone has consumed my life and so has sujaya dasgupta ok thank you goodnight.

You looked down at the map strewn in front of you, a small smile creeping its way onto your lips. You didn’t look up, but you could imagine the fury on Zoya’s face.

“If I may, moi tsar—“

“I have made my decision, General,” Nikolai interjected, “you are my best fighter, and well, Y/N can be quite persuasive. I trust that you two would make an excellent team.”

For the glory of Ravka.

Finally, your eyes found her across the table. Her jaw was tight and her eyes hard as she looked back at you. “We depart at dawn,” she said, regal and in the manner of a good soldier, and left the room.

“Something humorous, sister?”

You shook your head, but the grin remained. “Now I think you’re just doing it for the hell of it.”

“I need all the information I can gather about jurda parem,” your half-brother reasoned, “and my advisor and general to not be at each other’s throats every time they enter the same room.”

“And your solution is to send them away alone with each other?” You scoffed.

“Precisely.” Nikolai nodded, with the same shit-eating grin. “I expect you back in a fortnight’s time with useful intel.”

By the time the sun was above you the next day, you and Zoya had been on horseback for hours outside Os Alta. Unsurprisingly, in complete silence.

You breathed in deeply. “Well, isn’t this lovely?”

“No.”

“A thrilling adventure back to my motherland,” you continued much to Zoya’s dismay, “almost like that time when we went to seek out the Crows. Just thinking about those Shu dumplings at the market makes my mouth water.”

Her silence was poisonous, and you felt the poison seep into your bones. The horses huffed as they trotted leisurely side-by-side on the dirt path.

“You know, we are going to be together for the next fortnight. Are you really going to do this without saying a word?”

“I am,” she said adamantly, “unless you’d like a punch to the jaw for breakfast, I suggest you shut it.”

“Speaking of breakfast, I am famished.” You looked down at your stomach delicately. “Perhaps we should stop. There should be a tavern in a couple of miles.”

To your surprise, Zoya let you stop at the tavern for some food, but not before she gave you a look that made you reconsider everything you’ve ever said around her. You were in the middle of devouring bacon and eggs, when you heard a scoff coming from her on the opposite end of the table.

“You eat like an animal,” she said, grimacing.

“Sorry that my table etiquette isn’t to your liking. I’ve learned to appreciate food having lived at sea where sustenance is never certain.”

“Why’d you pick it then? You were royalty.”

You huffed. “Not exactly. My status at court depended entirely on how my father, the King, felt about his illegitimate child that day. And that, in it itself, was fragile. But you knew that.”

Zoya shifted uncomfortably. You knew you had touched on a sore subject, but it was the most you had exchanged with her since returning home with Nikolai. All the spats and arguments left you little room to fill her in on all your adventures as you’d hoped. You wrote countless letters addresses to her, but you never received a response, so you’d only assumed that your words on paper had been reduced to ash by now.

“I’ll have you know I got the money for it. You just got to tell me where.”

“I’ll sell it to ya when I make sure I’ve got more coming in from Koba. The Crown’s maximizing security at the borders so it might take a while.”

“Are you listening?” You looked up at her, whispering quietly, so as not to alarm the men at the next table.

She nodded wordlessly.

“Thought the Fold being gone would make it easier, instead it’s just another useless king waving his magic wand around like a little prick.”

“Name the man. I’ll have my men do business with him.”

There was a stiff silence. Her hand fiddled with the napkin anxiously as she waited for the response.

A heavy fist slammed down on the table next to your plate, and the rugged men had surrounded your table.

“Got a couple of eavesdroppers, haven’t we?” One of the sneered.

“Oy, give us a bit of fun and maybe we’ll let you off,” another put his foot on the chair in which Zoya sat, and stroked her face greedily. “I’ll take this one.”

You could see the desperation in her eyes, begging you not to fight back. So, you held your tongue. You knew you couldn’t reveal the status of your being here. It was the reason why you and her dressed in plain clothes, and not your kefta.

“We’re just passersby, boys. Not looking for any trouble,” Zoya said sweetly, but you could tell that she was fuming too.

“C’mon, sweetling. No harm in a little fun, eh?”

You hated the way that prick was hovering over Zoya, it made you see red. In a quick motion, you whipped your head back against one of them, effectively breaking his nose with a loud crunch. With the other that stood beside you gawking, you pulled on his heart, until you could feel it squeezing in your hand, and he fell to the flooring, arresting.

The tavern once animated quickly fell silent, and the only sound left was the brawl that you found yourself in. Needless to say, a bunch of otkazat’sya were no match for two Grisha. But it was only you using your powers. Zoya had knocked down two of the men with her bare hands.

You found the informant amidst the brawl, now battered with blood on his face, and held him by the collar. “Tell me who the seller is and where I can find him.”

When the man refused to answer, you gritted your teeth, and pulled the air from his lungs.

“Fine! Fine! I’ll tell you!” He gasped. “Yuri Enkhbaatar, in Koba. Please, let me go.”

You nodded, satisfied, and punched him in the face, rendering him unconscious.

“Grisha scum!” One of them shouted as they all ran out of the tavern with their tails between their legs.

You took a moment to catch your breath. When you looked down at your hands, they were shaking and your right was bloody at the knuckles. The silver ring on your middle finger, fortunately, was still intact.

“It’s fine,” you said to Zoya, seeing her look at your wound with apprehension.

The sound of the horses neighing alarmed you. "No," you whispered and set off to chase the men, only to see them galloping away with one of your horses. You quickly ran after them, but they had rounded the corner and descended the hill, away from your immediate eyesight.

You let out an angry yell, just as Zoya caught up to you.

"Well done," she said sarcastically, a grin on her face.

"Save it," you grumbled under your breath, and keep walking in the direction you were supposed to go.

You heard Zoya's horse trot behind you, and you turned around in an attempt to counter whatever teasing comment she was going to throw at you. "Hop on," she said.

It took you a second to realize what she meant, frankly because you didn't think she'd be that hospitable. It might have been a different story if it was her horse that had been taken. You never liked being around an angry Zoya; a simmering Zoya was enough of a headache.

"You do realize that this means I'm going to be very close to you for the rest of our journey?"

"I'd rather that than have to wait for you every few paces," Zoya said, extending a hand to you. "Go on, we don't have all day. And if you keep babbling, you will walk.”

You took a deep breath before pulling yourself upwards; now you were very close to her. You thought the years of being apart would extinguish that bubbling feeling you get whenever you were around her, but here you were, trying your best to keep calm, as your legs wrapped around her. Thank the Saints she wasn’t a Heartrender.

“I’d say this is quite nice—“

“No.”

You sighed. It was going to be a very long ride to Koba.

On the fifth night, you arrived at the city. The sun had long disappeared behind the mountains, and the city lights could be seen from miles away.

“We should probably find our accommodation before doing anything,” Zoya said, “we might be here for a bit.”

You found a cheap inn in a small alley near the market. If you weren’t on a mission for the king, you’d almost see it as a much-needed vacation. You knew Zoya was exhausted by the way her eyes were barely open she waited for the innkeeper to assign you your room. She grabbed the keys as soon as it left the woman’s hand and went upstairs.

“All the Saints above in good Heaven,” you heard her exclaim as you peered inside.

“What?” You said. There was one single bed in the middle of an otherwise quite spacious room.

“It’s alright. You catch some sleep.” You said, sensing her annoyance. “I’ll go into the night market—“

She didn’t let you finish your sentence before throwing her day-bag somewhere on the floor and collapsing onto the bed, her limbs sprawled out across the entire width.

“—For a bit,” you said quietly, and closed the door behind you in the hallway, a small grin on your face at the unusual display of fatigue.

When you returned about an hour later, she was already in a deep sleep, but still in her riding clothes. Careful so as not to wake her, you pulled the cover from underneath her, earning an annoyed murmur from the girl, and throwing it over her body.

The commotion from the market had faded out the moment you stepped into your shared room. The quietness, not silence, that enshrouded the room, became loud. Your mind became loud as you thought about the past. Your past with Zoya.

You began to hear her voice, her young laughter as she chased you down the hall at the Little Palace, effectively putting many servants in charge of your wellbeing in distress. You despised your so-called family, the only one you liked was Nikolai, but things got better because you had your best friend, Zoya, the new Squaller that came from Novokribirsk.

You found her crying alone one day in a hidden part of the courtyard, when she was supposed to be training with Botkin. She had come only a few days before, and she was missing home.

“I’ll be your friend,” you remember saying to her, “that way you’re not alone anymore.” The pair of you were nine.

You sat by the side of the bed, resting your head against it, watching her sleep. She had every right to hate you, you knew that, but it hurt a lot. It hurt because you had promised yourselves to each other in the form of two silver rings. You didn’t understand the magnitude of that promise then, but you did now; Zoya Nazyalensky was your first love.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, but you knew she couldn’t hear. Quickly, you placed your hands above your chest to slow your racing heart, and keep the tears at bay. Once calmed, you settled back against the side of the bed, listening to the other steady heartbeat in the room as you succumbed to sleep.

Ten years old. You pushed down on the door handle quietly, being careful not to wake the other girls in the room. It was way past your bedtime, and you knew you would have to sneak back into your own room before the sun rises. In the dark, you made your way to where you knew was Zoya’s bunk. She was fast asleep, facing away from you.

“Zoyaaaa,” you shook her softly. The raven-haired girl turned around, and rubbed her eyes.

“I can’t sleep,” you whispered.

Wordlessly, she moved over, albeit barely as her bed was tiny, and you happily got under the cover with when as she pulled you closer.

“What are you ever going to do without me?” Zoya whispered back.

In the pale moonlight, your best friend looked like the entire universe. “I’d just never sleep.”

“Y/N. Y/N, wake up!”

You jolted awake, feeling the weight of reality crash down against your heavy eyelids.

Zoya was hovering above you, furrowing her eyebrows at the snorting noise you made when you woke up.

“Look,” she said, pointing out the window.

You rubbed your eyes and squinted subconsciously at the bright light that penetrated the room. Deep into the alley, a space opened up to what appeared to be a tea shop, and there sat two of the men you encountered at the tavern in Ravka.

“Shit,” you grumbled.

Next to them was another man, the front half of his head was shaved, the back of it skirted down his back in a long braid. He had Shu features, Enkhbaatar.

“There’s our man,” Zoya said.

You lunged towards the door when she pulled in your sleeve. “What are you going to do?”

“Stopping those bastards from importing the drug into our country.”

“By doing what? Asking them nicely?” Zoya hissed. “Y/N, we’ve already directed enough attention to ourselves the other day. We’re not in Ravka anymore, we don’t have the same kind of protection here. If they find out what we are—“

“They kill us, I know.”

She nodded firmly. “So, I have a plan.”

Zoya was good at many things, a good Squaller, a loyal soldier, a resolute decision-maker. It led you to believe that her plan might just work, it checked out in your head. You got the name, Bo Yul-Bayur. But then, you found yourself chasing after Yuri Enkhbaatar down many winding alleys, until you stopped at what seemed to be a brothel and his goons looked like they were about to swallow you alive. Turns out the men that you had beaten up at the tavern alarmed him of two Grisha nobles looking for jurda parem.

“Kill them!” He shouted to them in Shu.

“We just want to talk, Yuri!” You held your hands up in defense.

“I don’t talk to Ravkans, most of all Grisha!”

“But you’re not human, are you? You’re Grisha too.” You laughed, albeit carefully. “You’re a Fabrikator, an Alkemi.”

The look on his face shifted, as he scanned his men.

“Let us go, and you will have protection in Ravka from the King himself until we arrest Bo and bring him to justice,” Zoya prodded.

“I don’t need protection from your boy king,” Yuri growled. “Tell me, will your Saints be there to watch over you in the afterlife?”

The men charged, and all you knew was to defend Zoya from their blades. But there were too many of them. You were getting overwhelmed by the others as you try to subdue one. Men piled on top of one other trying to fight you, and there was a moment when you thought you wouldn’t get out.

It would be poetic, you thought, dying with your best friend, and your first love. Word would reach your brother of your failure, and he would do with it as he willed, but you would be here with Zoya, and you would be alone together.

Through the chaos, you spotted Yuri fleeing the scene. He really meant to kill you. You looked over to Zoya, seeing her struggling to fight three men at once. One of them, in her blind spot, with a gleaming sword in hand sliced her arm and she reacted with a painful yelp.

“Zoya!” You yelled. The added strength of seeing her in pain allowed you to stop two of the men’s hearts at once, something you’ve never done before, as they instantly dropped like flies to your feet.

You sensed an opening in the disorientation, and quickly grabbed Zoya to make a run for it. You hid in another small alley under ropes of aired out laundry for added concealment, as you attempted to catch your breath.

Zoya’s sleeve, once royal blue, was now stained with a dark red where the open wound was. It looked deep, and she was trying her best not to let the blood mark your whereabouts on the ground. She clutched it poorly in an attempt to stop the bleeding, but her face turned pale as she looked closer to fainting.

Quickly, you tore a piece at the end of your garment off to wrap it around her arm. “Keep pressure,” you said, but she turned away and refused to meet your eyes.

“I don’t need your pity, Y/L/N.”

“Pity?” You scoffed incredulously. “Zoya, you’re bleeding out!”

“Don’t pretend like you care about me now!” You knew it was her pride talking. Years of being the perfect soldier—alone—has hardened her, and having her plans fail so spectacularly. “I’ve survived worse. I took a bullet to the leg, an arrow to the shoulder. This is nothing.”

“Zoya, please let me just—“

“And you weren’t there!” You saw your own reflection in her glossy eyes, like a crosshair, like a wanted poster. You saw yourself in her disappointment.

“I left because—“ your voice was breaking, “I left because I couldn’t stand it anymore. My . . . family, never saw me as anything more than a bastard child! I felt like I didn’t have a family. I was on my own.”

Zoya laughed bitterly, sniffling her tears. From the wall she was slumping against, she took a step towards you, her eyes burned with contempt. “I was your family, Y/N, and you left without even saying goodbye.”

“I’m sorry.” Your eyes were wet. You balled your fists, your right hand fiddling with your ring. “I loved you.”

“There was a time where I would have said it back to you,” she said, her voice wavering, “but that time is long gone.”

With that, she left, no doubt to find her way back to the inn, but you didn’t bother trying to show your face for at least until that evening.

Nikolai heartily welcomed your return. He had worried for your safety when word got back about the tussle at the tavern.

"Well done, Y/N. I never doubted your abilities."

"Truly, it was Zoya that came up with the plan to catch Yul-Bayur," your voice trailed off, and you shrugged.

Sensing your discomfort, your brother came to your side by the table. "You talked, then?"

"If by 'talk' you mean we screamed in each other's faces, then yes," you sighed, your last verbal interaction fresh on your mind. “The only times I regret leaving with you are when I think about her.”

Your brother understood not to make his thoughts known, but to be your comfort when he pulled you into his chest.

The way Zoya handles her emotional baggage was never something she was proud of. Her confrontation with you in Shu Han had dug up a lot of things she wished she had forgotten about. She had promised herself to never let anyone in as much as she did you, and it scared her how easily still you got under her skin, even now.

So she figured the best way to deal with you was to pretend you never existed at all. The only times she would see you were at dinner and training anyway, but she never bat you an eye. She wanted you to know what it felt like to be left behind.

“Lady Y/N asked about you,” Genya told her, “asked how your arm is doing.”

“‘S fine.” Zoya answered courtly.

In the little time Genya Safin had the privilege of knowing Zoya, she knew the girl could be difficult to talk to. However, it never deterred her from trying.

“Why do you deprive yourself so? You know you still care about her.”

“It’s none of your business, Safin.”

“It is. It’s everyone’s business, Zoya, when you both have been lathering those longing, melancholic looks at each other all over our faces! You don’t think the other notices when you look at each other, but Saints it is so blatant that it makes me nauseous.”

Zoya didn’t reply, but opted to observe some younger Grisha mucking about during their breaks from training.

“And what about those letters? Why’d you keep them then? For decoration?”

“I—I don’t know.” She must have read every single one of your letters at least ten times, each time hanging onto every word. She would find herself smiling as some of the stories you tell her, but quickly catch herself slipping. There would be three to four letters every few months, then the numbers dwindled until she had to get used to not receiving any at all. Five months later, you returned.

“General,” a guard made himself known to the women. “His Majesty requests your presence in the council chamber.”

To her utmost dismay, you were there too, along with Tolya and Tamar. She let herself settle by the table, ignoring the burning gaze you were directing at her.

“You called for me, moi tsar?”

“Yes, I was hoping to get your input on how we shall proceed with Yuri Enkhbaatar, and subsequently Bo Yul-Bayar.” The King leaned on the edge of the table. “You were face-to-face with Enkhbaatar, what do you think?”

She let herself glance over at you for a split second, seeing you already looking at back at her with a crestfallen look. Straightening back up at the King, she answered, “We may need some time before we are able to get to Yul-Bayar. With him hiding out in Kerch, the only thing we may do is issue a bounty for him. Might I suggest our . . . friends in Ketterdam?”

By the time the meeting was over, Zoya used her best effort to leave the room as quick as possible, but, as if you had known she was going to, you caught her in the hallway.

“Zoya,” you said. There was a hesitant pause. “I was hoping to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk,” she spoke calmly, almost too much so. You winced at her aloofness.

“Please, I don’t expect you to forgive me. I just want you to know that I’m sorry, and that I thought about you every day when I was gone. You must believe me.” You clung onto her sleeve with a desperate look. Zoya almost faltered at the glossiness that been to form in your eyes, you looked so defeated.

“I still think about you,” you confessed quietly, “you are all I think about.”

Your confession hung in the air like a puff of smoke, one that she wished she could condensed into a ball and throw away. There were other things that should be said after, but if she said them, her beating heart was going to jump out of her mouth into her hands for you see. There was a time when she wouldn’t have been afraid to let you see. Parts of her wanted to return to it.

“Th-That’s it,” you mumbled quietly, but something shifted in your eyes. You avoided her eyes and visibly deflated.

Zoya watched you floated down the hallway like a ghost, regretting choosing silence.

That night you couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning in bed, you let your last conversation with Zoya played out in your head. You didn’t know what she was thinking, you used to be able to read her like a book. There were very little expressions on her face to indicate any emotion, and yet her heart was pounding in your ears like a scared prey.

One can wear as many faces as one needs, but the heart will always want what it wants.

You kicked off your covers, and quietly opened the main doors to your room. There was not a single sound in the hallway, the Castle had gone to sleep long before that. You had learned where everything was now located in your absence, and you stopped in front of a room right by the stairs leading down to the main atrium.

She opened the door, and didn’t bother to hiding the surprise on her face. “Y/N,” she called your name.

You gulped, and let yourself run your eyes across her features. Her face was bare, free of cosmetics, her hair was dark as the night and cascaded freely down her shoulders.

“I can’t sleep,” you said, smiling sadly.

There it was. You saw the walls cracking, and finally tumbling down. Her lips quivered as she stifled a small sob. She had been pretending so hard, and it all cane tumbling down.

Wordlessly, she pulled you into her room, her hands finding their ways to the nape of your neck. You let her cry against your forehead, as your fingers found the wound on her arm that has now closed.

“I’m so tired of pretending.” Zoya said.

“Then stop,” you shook your head lightly. “I’m never leaving again.”

You let her push you back towards her bed where you sat by the edge, as she slowly guided you onto your back, raven curtains divided her face from everything else. You let your hands roam free, all night, for a thousand nights.

[abookloverlmao]

#tlou #joelmiller

sorry but I am officially a joel miller apologist. the fireflies knock him out & as soon as he regains consciousness marlene breaks the news to him that ‘yah sorry you’re never going to see your daughter again bc the surgery is lethal. but here’s her knife as a keep sake <3′ i’m sorry marlene but u thought that was going to go over well? you thought the insanely dangerous and firearm proficient man was who obviously bonded to ellie was going to go calmly? she should have sent ten men to escort him out. thirty. she should have just shot him in the head while he was unconscious. but of course she underestimated how much he cared. what he would do for ellie. bc she knew mean gruff self serving survivalist joel not father joel. she didn’t even let joel and ellie say goodbye to each other. was planning on killing ellie without even telling her for an experimental procedure they had no proof would work. didn’t even give joel the option to see her one last time. “would u kill 1 person to save 100?” they didn’t even allow a fourteen year old the agency to answer that question. team joel 

[abookloverlmao]

𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 - JJ Maybank

Hello! bro it's been a while, this will probably be plenty of chapter, Idk yet cause I wrote this at midnight, so this probably shitty, but i hope you enjoy it! the picture is by me.

Warning: Kooks being perverts asshole, Rafe is kind of one too (sorry Rafe<3), reader has family issues, prankster!reader, angst ig?, fluff, sexual tension, swearing, alcohol, smoking weed, mention of drugs, running away, etc... (you have been warned!!)

Song: Me and your mama

Euphoria: a feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness.

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Pranks, music, and freedom were her top three favorite things.

She was a kook and her life was the most boring shit ever, like really, the most boring thing ever.

while watching the teenagers her age have fun and laugh around, she stared from the window, blasted music, or stared at the ceiling.

No matter the alcohol she consumed, drugs she took, or pranks she played, she felt numb, really numb. She tried to feel a thing, well she did until she was with Sarah and a small flicker of happiness showed itself in her eyes.

Other than that, she never felt happiness until she took some drugs, a euphoric feeling that didn't last, it never did, the joyful feeling that made you grin like an idiot was fake.

 Well, that was until a certain blonde appeared in her life, a mild kleptomaniac known as JJ Maybank.

She was like Sarah Cameron, her one and only best friend, quick-witted and kind-hearted yet she can be very rude towards the kooks trying to hit on her, such as Rafe Cameron, Kelce, etc...

Sarah once had to pull the girl away from one of the boys at a party before she could smash his head with the beer bottle after he called her a bitch for not accepting his date.

Did she expose him for faking his age to fuck girls younger than him? yes. was he humiliated and couldn't leave his house for weeks? also yes.

But to her friends, she was kind and loyal and would do absolutely anything for them.

 and it seems like the wall she built around her heart seemed to suddenly disappear when JJ motherfucking Maybank actually found a way to slither his way into her heart, stealing it, especially every time he offers to teach her how to surf (he never offered something like that) and when he would pay for her drink every time she went to a store.

The first time JJ came to offer her surfing lessons was at the restaurant, he managed to steal a clean shirt and shorts from god knows who and where, yet he managed to sneak in, watching her clean the counter with an earphone on one ear and she was humming quietly, fixing his red cap he walked towards her leaning against the marble counter.

"Hello sir, what can I get you- what the fuck." her tone was bored and she tried to show a hint of joy which was 100% fake, blinking at the shaggy blonde-haired boy in front of her she placed a hand on her hips.

"what are you doing here? and you look fucking ridiculous." she chuckled at the big light-colored clothes that made him weirded out, grabbing a toothpick from the counter he placed it between his lips, "that's not how you greet your guests, sweetheart." taken back by the sudden nickname, she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks.

"what do you want to order, pretty boy?" she asked ready to type his order down, "hell no, you think I will take something from this restaurant and pay 1000 dollars?" rolling her eyes at the boy she placed her hand on the counter leaning in towards him with a cocked eyebrow.

"then what do you want, exactly?"

JJ gulped trying not to look down at her slightly exposed collarbone, her perfume brainwashed him more than the weed ever did, and he suddenly forgot what to say, "I want to teach you how to surf, I've never seen you surf ever before...definitely because it's not a kook thing."

Y/N fixed her posture tilting her head with her lips twisting slightly, "why the sudden offer?" he wanted to spend some time with her, she was hot, pretty, and very fucking badass. he had to find a lie but he couldn't even utter a word except scratch the back of his neck.

He stayed silent and Y/N smiled at the boy and he swore the restaurant got a hundred times hotter, "well?" shit. 

"because...shit, fuck! I want to get to know you besides John B is hanging out with Sarah, Kie with Pope and I am all fucking alone." he said throwing his arms around in annoyance, she listened before laughing at the boy, "aw poor JJ is all alone~" she teased turning over to grab a bottle of beer.

"Fine, I will meet you in front of the beach in 2 hours." handing him the bottle she watched the way his eyes sparkled as if he had never seen a bottle look so expensive, "even glass is gorgeous, bro," he muttered his breath yet she heard him.

"Do you want to take it, yes or no?"

"why? you will get fired." she rolled her eyes at the boy as if she never stole bottles from here to get drunk at home or with Sarah.

"for the effort to ask me out." she shot him a wink before handing him the bottle and gesturing for him to leave with wide eyes once hearing someone walking.

Just as she turned back in front of her JJ was nowhere to be found as if he was never there, shaking her head with a bright smile she turned back towards the clients that just called out for her.

Right after she finished work and counting the money she almost ran to her house to get ready, wearing a black bikini bottom followed by shorts that were slightly bigger than her and flip flops.

Grabbing the towel lastly and putting an oversized shirt on top of her bottom she walked out of the room holding her bag and earphones, "and where are you going?" asked her mother holding a cup of wine, turning towards her mother not even noticing Rose sitting on the couch.

"for a swim, obviously." With that she walked out of the house not wanting to hear any more of her lecture and started walking down the streets towards the ocean, music blasting in her ear as she ignored the whistling coming from the Kooks and Rafe Cameron being one of them.

car honking startled her and she looked to her side seeing Kelce eye her up and down with his lower lip tucked under his teeth, "how about we have fun, huh Y/N?" she stopped brutally turning to look at him with a fake smile.

"how about I cut off your dick and shove it down your throat, huh Kelce?" venom was clear in her tone as daylight as she showed him her middle finger seeing rage bubble in his eyes.

Her eyes were like a volcano as she death glared at the boy before continuing her way down the streets hearing Rafe's laugh fade and Kelce drive away, the tires screeching against the road making her roll her eyes.

Boys. Kooks, ugh.

sitting on the sand as soon as she reached, she stared at the ocean ahead finally calming down after weeks of having stress and anger eating her alive.

Exhaling, she closed her eyes and threw her head back letting the sunlight kiss her body and calm her down, the sun was suddenly gone and she groaned, opening her eyes to be met with JJ Maybank holding his surfboard and wearing nothing but swimming shorts.

fighting the urge to eye him up and down she raised an eyebrow, blonde damp locks shone like golden coins because of the sun, his skin slightly tanned and muscular as she watched his muscles flex as he tried to stop his board from slipping.

He held two actually.

Clearing her throat she got up before lifting the shirt over her head and then getting rid of her shorts revealing swimming ones under, she hated those bikini underwear especially when boys stared at her, after finally getting ready and putting her bag inside the twinkie, she grabbed the surfboard.

"ready, princess?" he asked teasingly looking towards the girl who walked beside him towards the sea, the sand leaving foot marks behind as she walked with a frown.

"If I drown, I'm haunting you." she threatened the boy shivering at the thought, he chuckled, "I hate ghosts, but fine. Deal." With that she walked again, the water reaching her ankles and then up to her waist.

"Okay so, follow my lead." She watched him lay on the surf his chest pressing to it and his hands on both sides, doing the same thing with her eyes still glued on him as she watched, falling plenty of times into the water.

Annoyed she grunted before gesturing for him to come and help her, he admired her with a smile that showed his dimples and Y/N almost fell again.

"There we go, atta girl. Now, the hard part, I need you to stand up on the board." He did it before hoping off making sure to keep the board by his side, the panic was clear in her eyes as she stood on shaky legs, yelping at the thought of falling she closed her eyes shut trying to straighten her posture.

A hand was suddenly on her waist keeping her steady, eyes opening immediately she looked towards JJ who didn't even notice where he placed his hand, or even bothered.

Yet, she stayed silent.

For the first time ever she let a boy touch her, a boy even talk to her without her snapping at them, looking down at her feet then at JJ, a wide grin spread across her face, and it lit the entire world.

She smiled at him, him only.

And JJ felt like he was staring at the sun as if the rays were blinding him completely, and the sun was the biggest star in the galaxy, so of course it reached every corner, and her smile reached the dark corners in his life, the whole room lit and his stomach did backflips.

Gulping he smiled back at her, showing his dimples, and of course, neither saw the wave and so in a blink of an eye, Y/N fell to the water with JJ at the same time, his hand slid and his whole arm wrapped around her stomach as the wave hit them harshly.

Opening her eyes in the salty water she looked for the boy who closed his eyes tightly, grabbing his wrist she swam to the surface gasping for air.

Closing her eyes in pain she pushed her hair from her face groaning in pain as her ears suddenly started ringing.

Even JJ who was used to the ocean and harsh waves was groaning in pain, "I think my heels touched the back of my head." Both grabbed their boards and walked out of the water.

But once seeing him blinking in pain, she laughed, throwing her head back and JJ chuckled, he watched the way her eyes sparkled, the way drops of water slid down her exposed back as she walked, hair so wet that he wanted to take a strand and roll it between his fingers.

He had never seen her like that, shoulders shaking and eyes almost disappearing from smiling so hard, her eyes were always narrowed into slits, and JJ never felt more proud than to be the one who made her laugh so hard to the point where she was about to collapse.

"That wave almost knocked us out." she finally spoke glancing up at the sky, the sun was starting to set, hues of orange and yellow starting to appear as she glanced over to the blonde boy who was preparing to leave, with flushed cheeks at the sight of him stretching she inhaled.

heat rushing to her cheeks she couldn't stop her eyes from roaming down the boy's perfect body, her eyes followed the drop of water racing down his chest, stopping for a second once reaching his abs then continuing its way down, she tore her gaze away from his body to his face, the wet shaggy blonde hair and his dreamy blue eyes, his sharp features and his soft kissable lips.

It was the first time in months she felt happy.

wrapping the towel around her body and ruffling her hair to get rid of the sand and water she looked for the oversized shirt but it was nowhere to be found, "what the fuck-" she exclaimed pulling all her clothes out and sighing in frustration, "some motherfucker stole my fucking wallet!" yelled JJ in anger.

"Someone stole my shirt, now I'm staying like this!" she also exclaimed leaning against the twinkie beside him, their shoulders brushed together and Y/N let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, JJ's shoulders tensed slightly at the feeling of her skin pressing against his.

"whoever that fucker was, gave me this paper." he handed her the paper that was between his fingers, taking the folded paper she opened it immediately recognizing the handwriting that belong to no other than Kelce.

"That's what you get for stealing my girl, dirty pogue."

Bubbling in rage she took a deep breath to ease her anger before ripping the paper, "I'll help you find whoever stole your wallet, as a thank you." she said walking away to the other side to take a seat, JJ watched her before nodding at her words.

"fine."

It was hard to believe that a Kook girl will help him find his wallet, no one will believe him if he said that Y/N L/N hang with him and will help him find his wallet.

Everyone knew that she was harsh with every person.

She could tell the last two words hurt him and that was probably the reason why he was silent for the first 5 minutes JJ was never silent so seeing him like that, terrified her.

"hey uhm, are you okay?" she asked mentally cursing at herself for asking such a stupid question, JJ turned for a second towards the girl who looked at him shivering slightly since she was still wearing only the bikini top.

JJ turned around seeing his favorite short sleeve work shirt folded on the box nearby, "I'm fine, can you get that for me please, angel?" nodding she moved to get the shirt and JJ tried to keep his eyes on the road then at the pretty girl, the scent of sea and flowers brainwashed him.

Handing it to him she watched as he looked at the shirt before at her form with the corner of his lips twisting, "wear it, you just got out of the sea and it's getting cold, wouldn't want our princess to catch a cold." with rosy cheeks she grabbed the shirt doing as told, it was bigger than her and smelt like coconut and the tiniest hint of gasoline.

you probably must be thinking it smelt bad but it didn't, it was comforting, it smelt like...home. His scent made her feel safe, what the fuck?

The fabric caressed her skin softly as she smiled quietly to herself, her lip under her teeth as she could feel her heart hammer against her chest in rhythm with the music playing softly in the background, fighting her grin from spreading across her face like a drunk woman.

me and your mama by Childish Gambino playing in the background

Bobbing her head to the music she stared outside, the sun disappeared and the moon was making its way up, the multicolored lights flickering in her ravishing eyes as she stared at the houses, opening the window she let the air slap her cheeks and her hair fly freely as she placed her arm out as if she was flying.

Bobbing her head to the music she stared outside, the sun disappeared and the moon was making its way up, the multicolored lights flickering in her ravishing eyes as she stared at the passing houses, opening the window she let the air slap her cheeks and her hair fly freely as she placed her arm out as if she was flying.

Y/N wasn't scared of falling even if half her body is now out the window, she was safe with him, and she felt safe anyways, JJ turned on the music and it was now blasting, she was facing the moon and a wide grin was on her soft lips.

Sitting back down on the chair she sang with the music, "Let me into your heart!" she pointed at him playfully watching as he leaned in to sing along and JJ swore he melted like ice cream on a hot day, putting her hand in front of him like a microphone she leaned singing along.

She is so beautiful, with orange-blue color contrast, basic right? but no she looked like a goddess, a moon-ish backlight and street lamps behind the trees. 

Figure 8 appeared and Twinkie came to a stop, Y/N snapped out of her fantasy and happy land and sighed once seeing her house come into sight, the 30 minutes of happiness gone but still a little bit of hope clear in her E/C eyes.

JJ opened the door for her and gave her his hand, she smiled putting hers on top of his, fingers jointly like a perfect puzzle, their skins were meant to be pressed together always.

It was as if an enigma was finally solved, the electricity rushing through their veins every time their hand brushed together or even shoulders, the shirt reached her thighs and JJ reddened at the sight of her wearing his clothes, his favorite shirt especially.

She will never forget his hand on her waist, the cold metal of his rings pressing against her skin.

"Thank you, gentleman." she grinned starting to make her way down the streets after grabbing her bag making sure to gesture for him to come along, JJ ran to walk beside her, his hands in his pockets as he walked silently stealing glances.

He was looking around, eyes sparkling in pure awe as he stared at the freshly cut grass, and the huge balconies, everything was expensive.

Y/N soon came to a stop once reaching in front of her door turning to look at the handsome blonde pogue with a smile, he smiled back showing his dimples, "thank you." both spoke in unison before breaking into chuckles.

"Really, JJ, today was the happiest day of my life," she spoke her voice low and sweet like an angel and god the way she said his name, "thank you so fucking much." 

JJ beamed for the 100th time today and spoke in a whisper hoping no one could see them, rumors would spread like a virus if anyone noticed them together, especially dirty ones about Y/N being a traitor.

but she didn't care.

"Today was the happiest day of my life also, even if we almost died by a wave." laughing she nodded her head, moving from one foot to the other awkwardly, butterflies erupting her stomach and making a whole party.

"See you in Midsummer?" She said reaching to climb the wall but turning around making three grand steps, and standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips against his cheek which immediately warmed.

"Yes ma'am-"

With that, she grabbed hold of the railings jumping over the wall easily as if she was doing it since forever.

"Holy fucking shit." Muttered JJ placing his fingers where her perfect lips were, and Y/N muttered the same thing under her breath as she walked towards the door with a bright smile on her lips.

The girl didn't care about her mother's scolding but only the way she felt so happy and free with the blonde pogue, she squealed once throwing herself on the bed.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed once remembering the way he kept glancing at her and the whole incredible day that she will never forget any time soon.

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Midsummer came and Y/N was thinking of a way to get JJ's wallet back from the boy who was obsessed with her, she and the blonde boy met again and she got better at surfing, no one knew about their secret meetings except Kelce who probably told Rafe and Topper.

But she didn't care.

Here she was wearing a navy blue silk dress that clung to her body like a second skin, black heels, and hair in a bun with few strands out and a chain wrapped around the bun.

She looked absolutely beautiful, the silver stars' earrings sparkling every chance the light hit it, she was bored, very bored, Sarah was in the bathroom and the only person she saw was Pope and Kiara talking.

Walking towards them, her heels clicking with each step she smiled softly at Pope who was the first to see her behind the Carrera girl.

"Hey, guys." She greeted kindly and Pope mirrored her expression and Kiara only nodded as a hello, not really trusting her, "uhm, have you seen JJ today?"

Pope nodded his head, Kiara frowned until her brows bumped each other but didn't say a word, "I think he said he will come later today, to see you?" Trying to fight the grin threatening to spread across her face she nodded.

"Thank you." With one last grin, she walked away stealing some champagne from the waiter brushing past her like the wind, taking a sip she cleared her throat before walking towards Topper, Rafe, and Kelce who were talking.

Exhaling to keep her annoyance down she stepped towards the kooks with the fakest grin on her lips, "boys. May I steal Kelce from you? Thank you." Grabbing his wrist she dragged him past the people before pushing him towards an empty hall.

With a death glare, she spoke through gritted teeth, "the wallet. Now." Her hand was out as she waited impatiently for him to place the wallet in her hand.

Her foot tapping against the ground anxiously as she waited, Kelce grimaced reaching to twirl the strand between his fingers, grabbing his wrist with a look full of hot rage.

"Give me the fucking wallet now, Kelce." She said again voice raising, "kiss me." He ordered grabbing her arm and pulling her closer to him, she froze in disgust.

Reaching sneakily to grab the wallet she leaned in taking a deep breath just as he was about to press his lips against hers, snatching the wallet from his hand she turned back around and started making her way back out.

"Are you shitting me?!" A harsh hand grabbed her wrist pulling her back in, she turned around with frowned eyebrows, "seriously? I have been trying to be with you since god knows when and all that for a dirty pogue-"

She yanked her wrist away from his hold and a sharp slap echoed around the room, his cheek throbbing in pain as she stepped closer in anger.

"Wanting to be with me? Do you think I'm stupid? You have been doing nothing but trying to sleep with me, bro?! Get hold of yourself, you're the dirty one, not JJ. Now please, leave me the fuck alone. You don't own me." She spoke coldly pointing her finger at him.

With that she walked away fuming in anger, all the kooks have been trying to do everything to sleep with her, and she was sick and tired of it.

Once she opened the door the first person that greeted her was Rafe Cameron holding champagne, he smirked at her raising his cup, and watched as she rolled her eyes brushing past him.

bumping his shoulder.

He was listening the entire time, once Kelce walked out of the room wincing at his cheek he looked at Rafe who raised an eyebrow, "told you, bro, you ain't sleeping with her. Now give me my 100 dollars please."

Walking outside with a sigh she looked around, her eyes catching Sarah who was talking to Topper in annoyance, walking towards her girl best friend she grabbed the blonde's girl hand dragging her away from Topper.

"Hey!"

"Shut up, Topper." Both the girls snapped back walking away, "I'm sick and tired of boys, are you okay?" Asked the H/C-haired girl cupping her friend's cheek, Sarah smiled softly at her friend.

"You are lucky I am always here to save your ass." Y/N rolled her eyes and handed Sarah a cup of champagne she stole from the waiter.

Sarah placed her lips on the girl's cheek with a smile, "thank you for saving my ass, I love you." Sarah said watching as the girl broke into a grin.

"I love you too."

Y/N didn't see JJ since their last so-called surfing lesson, he didn't appear at work, and she was getting worried.

Sarah wouldn't stop talking about John B saying that he was charming, handsome, and caring, and the girl found herself wondering what it would be if it were JJ and she was Sarah.

Creating names for one another, choosing each other's clothes, and kissing under the rain.

Shaking her head with a scoff she looked up from the beige liquid and her eyes went back to the slightly drunk Sarah, catching JJ Maybank handing the girl a folded paper and having a hushed conversation.

She didn't expect to see JJ tonight, and worst of all, she didn't expect him to show up with a beaten-up face and a busted lip, worry hit her like a punch.

Just as she was about to walk towards them, one of the wealthy families started talking to her about business and school, giving them fake smiles and nervous giggles hoping they would catch the hint that she didn't want to have a conversation.

She kept looking behind for JJ and he was suddenly dragged away by Rafe and his followers. Shit.

"Excuse me." With that, she brushed past them in a hurry not caring about their glances, just as she was about to pull the door open, "Tell Y/N she looks pretty hot for a pogue!" Rafe exclaimed and JJ's voice soon followed close behind.

"You fucking utter her name again, I will strangle you with that fucking tie!" His tone was venomous and he was immediately out with the guard holding him like he was a wild animal.

JJ's booming voice startled everyone and the conversations died down, her wide eyes watched as he chugged down the drink he just stole from the man he was supposed to serve.

"I can walk by myself, bro!"

Kiara was yelling at the guard to let go of him but he didn't listen, grunting in annoyance she walked towards the guard, down the stairs, and stopped in front of JJ who froze.

"Miss, hello."

She smiled but they could see the annoyance in her eyes, "Hi, I noticed that you weren't doing your job very good sir, cause a man just stole one of the most expensive bottles, next time, take care of your surroundings and do your job instead of following a teenager around."

Everyone fell silent at the girl's words and JJ's mouth fell open in pure awe, 'god damn, I'll marry her.' Rafe let out an amazed chuckle, few gasps could be heard but the girl ignored them.

With that she gestured for JJ to move and call out for the rest, Kiara and Pope ran ignoring their parents calls and John B appeared out of nowhere.

"JJ, can we talk?" the shaggy blond-haired boy nodded without a second thought and walked further away to hide from the rich people's glares.

Sarah was the only one smiling.

Once they were away from everyone's eyes, he spoke in a hurry, "look I am sorry, I didn't appear for a week and couldn't teach you surfing-"

"JJ. Stop." She couldn't understand anything at how fast he was speaking and grabbed his chin turning his head to the side.

"What happened to you? Did Rafe do that?" She asked in worry looking into his eyes that were watching her carefully.

He shook his head, "no, it was my dad." Her heart dropped, what kind of father would do that to their own son, "what?" She said in disbelief.

"Yeah..." he replied watching as she swallowed, not knowing what to say she put her hand away hoping the touch didn't hurt him, "I am so sorry, I didn't know that." She apologized avoiding his eyes.

JJ chuckled, "Nah don't worry, thank you for saving my ass from that guard, he was so close to beating the shit outta me." Glancing back at the guard who was trying to keep eye on them.

"It was very badass." That made her chuckle and the wave of worry slowly started to ease down as she glanced back at him, blue eyes sparkling as they stared back at hers.

Heat rushed through her veins as she reached over to fix his tie before patting his chest with a smile, "can I at least have your phone number, just in case?" She asked handing him her phone.

He immediately started typing down his number before handing it to her with a smirk, she rolled her eyes playfully before turning off her phone, "right, so uhm... I'll text you later?"

JJ nodded in response with the corner of his lips twitching, "Yes ma'am, anytime you want." He gave her a salute and with that, she waved starting to make her way back to the party.

JJ was grinning like an idiot as he soon followed after John B who was smirking wickedly at his best friend.

"You mackin' Y/N L/N?" Elbowing him teasingly he watched as the boy rolled his eyes, "No, we are just.. friends?" He didn't know if it was a question or the answer.

But as far as he knows is that they are friends, for now.

Walking up the stairs she was greeted by Rafe leaning against the wall with a smirk for the second time tonight, "well well, is he your boyfriend?" He asked and she grabbed her purse.

"None of your damn business." With that she walked away and started making her way down the streets, Rafe followed behind her sneaking a hand on her waist and she froze.

Goosebumps all over her body as she grabbed his hand pushing it away from her waist, "you boys are disgusting, can't you understand that I want you to leave me the fuck alone?!" She exclaimed in fury.

Rafe watched as she walked away in hurry, she didn't trust boys anymore, all that for being a virgin, a girl that didn't want to sleep around except live her teenage life.

Have fun before it's too late.

Drink, laugh, and have so many memories with her friends, not sleeping around, money, drugs, and toxic boys that would call you all names because you don't like them back.

Once reaching her room, she walked in, ignoring everyone's calls and instead getting rid of the dress, especially Rafe's hand and Kelce's on her skin, sighing she stared at the reflection.

Throwing herself on the bed she grabbed her phone staring at the wallpaper boringly before staring at the ceiling.

Grabbing the money she won from work the past month she sat on her bed counting, "100..300...700.." she muttered under her breath, grabbing her phone she clicked on Sarah's name.

"Hey boo, I'm in front of your house!" Frowning she got up seeing Sarah still in her midsummer dress, "what the fuck- hold on, let me change!" The girl immediately started running around and changing into some white shorts and putting on JJ's shirt she still had neatly folded she grabbed the money hiding it and then her phone.

Opening the window to her room she sneakily slid down the wall with a thud, walking towards the Cameron girl who pulled her into a small hug.

"What is happening? Why are you still in your midsummer dress? Why are you smiling like an idiot?" The girl asked staring at her best friend weirdly walking down the streets.

"I am going to see John B, at Kildare Hawk's nest." Y/N cocked an eyebrow teasingly at her friend who reddened, "damn, you go girl."

Y/N stayed silent for the rest of the trip, thunder boomed as the girls walked and Sarah of course noticed the uncomfortable silence.

"Hey, I gotta talk to you about something." The girl suddenly said as they got closer to the Hawk's Nest, "sure, of course, about what?" Replied Sarah with the softest voice.

Y/N gulped and the next thing that left her lips made the Cameron girl's heart drop, "I am leaving OBX, for good." Sarah froze and she could feel her throat close at the thought of losing her only friend.

"W-what-"

The girl stuttered in worry and Y/N immediately regretted her words and grabbed Sarah's hand, "hey, I know, It's really fucked up, and trust me I really don't want to but I just- I can't take it anymore."

Sarah could feel tears blur her vision, "what- what will I do when you leave? I can't stay alone, you are my sister and I need you!"

"Sarah, honey, you will have John B, your father, Wheezie, you have someone that loves you but I... my parents want to send me to a boarding school." Y/N sighed heavily not knowing what to say.

"Well, you have me! And that's all that matters. Please Y/N, I can't lose you too." Sarah has told her about the Kiara and her situation and not once did she bother asking them if they ever missed one another.

The H/C-haired girl closed her eyes before letting out a sigh, "I'll think about it." With that, they continued their way in silence.

Y/N kept an eye on Sarah the entire time, it was night and anyone could attack but once she saw John B she looked around, her eyes catching light flickering from behind a tree.

Making her way towards the tree she could hear the sound of JJ's voice getting closer and clearer, a smile grew on her lips as she tiptoed closer to the van, "boo!" She exclaimed and the whole van moved at the sudden force.

The group stood with eyes wide in terror, Kiara gasped for air, Pope grabbed a can of beer and JJ had his two fingers out like snake's fangs.

She laughed at their reaction and wiped the fake tears dramatically, "you should have seen y'all faces!" She said between laughter and JJ sighed in relief, "I was about to stab your eyes out." She chuckled leaning against the van with crossed arms.

JJ on the other hand couldn't stop thinking about the heat of her hand over his cheek, the soft caress of her thumb over the wound to ease the pain down.

And he can still remember the way he leaned against her touch slightly.

She looked absolutely gorgeous in that dress and he will admit, he did stare at her from afar watching as she walked around stealing champagne, smiling brightly at Kiara's parents.

And right now under the moonlight wearing simple clothes and staring at the sky thinking about god knows what, he could feel himself melting and cocking his head to the side to look over at her.

Her skin was so soft, her eyes sparkling as she tried counting the stars, he moved and leaned against the van in silence.

"What is going on in that pretty head of yours?" He asked cutting off the silence and glancing over at her taking a drag from the weed.

She chuckled fighting the reddening of her cheeks, "nothing really, just...life." JJ handed her the herb and watched as she took a long drag like a professional.

She had placed her lips perfectly where his were, "gotta be more specific, cupcake." The girl's smile widened as she handed him the weed back.

"Well, cupcake, I don't know- just how lucky you guys are." She teased back turning her full attention to him, JJ frowned waiting for her to continue, "us? Lucky? Y/N you have a whole ass fucking mansion, money, and is a kook, how bad could it be?"

He asked in disbelief, "you really think being a kook is amazing?" She scoffed at the boy who nodded as if it was right, "yeah, then tell me why I wanna just leave this town forever and just like that, fake my death for example."

JJ froze, damn, he never thought she was planning to run away nor ever thought that she was going through shit.

He stayed silent and his heart dropped at the thought of her leaving OBX for good and never seeing her again. And the next words left his lips just like that.

"Stay." He surprised himself, and Y/N turned towards him, eyes slightly wide and sparkling beautifully as she studied him, the bruise fading, blue ocean eyes that made her blood run hot.

Blonde hair she wanted to run her hands through, what the fuck are you thinking about Y/N? With rosy cheeks, she looked up at the sky, "I mean.. you gotta stay..for Sarah. Besides wouldn't want to leave your new surfing teacher." He nudged her with a smile.

She looked at him melting at the sight of his dimple, tilting her head to the side to get a better look she admired him, his hair under the moonlight and pretty blue eyes that made her feel safe.

The smoke left her lips in a ring shape and she handed it back to JJ, "Surfing teacher, that's a shit title." she said shooting her prettiest grin, the blond boy mirrored her grin, "I mean, got a better one?"

Y/N thought for a while, "I mean, Pretty boy, sunshine, angel, prince, handsome." she listed with her fingers out while counting, "woah there, Angel is my nickname to you."

She laughed and punched his shoulder watching as he dramatically fell, his back on the van, "it looks good on you, angel" he teased fixing his cap and staring down at her wearing his shirt.

"Oh shit, I forgot, do you need it back?" just as she was about to take it off, JJ hand's landed on her hand, ears red as he tried to keep his eyes on her face instead of her exposed skin.

"No, it's okay, keep it." it was his favorite and it looked good on her as it did on him, he stood dangerously close and towered over her figure, his hand leaving hers as he put the shirt down so she doesn't take it off.

Y/N watched him, every moment stuck in her mind immediately as it happened, her breath hitched at the sudden feeling of his ring pressing on her warm skin, cold.

"Thank you." she finally managed to speak in a whisper to ease her trembling heart and shaky breath, JJ whispered back, "as I said, it looks good on you, gorgeous."

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Somebody, please write this.

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Title: Not a Burden

Characters: Shelby Brothers x Shelby!Sister; Alfie Solomons

Summary: Y/N Shelby is starting to feel a burden to her family, and wanted to do her part in helping the family- except she decided to work with another gangster to help her with her cause.

Warnings: A rotten dude exposing himself to a minor. Please do not continue/read if that bothers you.

Word Count: 5.8k

Author’s Note: This was way longer than I expected, but I'm glad to be able to post it finally. I hope you enjoy a longer fluffy little sister Shelby fic! Also comments/reblogs feeds a writer's soul!

Y/N wasn’t usually an eavesdropper, but her family was so loud it didn’t really matter if she was trying to or not. She heard only pieces of what they were talking about, but it was clear on what the problem was. The Shelby family was running short on money. With their reputation, there wasn’t much that they needed to pay for, but maintaining that power requires people to be bought.

“We still need to buy Y/N’s medicine and school supplies,” Polly reminded the boys.

“She’s all better- does she still need medicine?” John asked.

“Yes,” Tommy answered shortly. He wasn’t going to let his younger sister suffer just because they hadn’t managed their money well this month.

“If you boys hadn’t put business before her as usual, she wouldn’t have gotten sick.”

Y/N felt her heart sink as she heard her name being mentioned as one of the reason they were short on the money. A few weeks ago, she caught pneumonia after walking home from school. Usually, one of the brothers would drop her off, but they were called away and she insisted that she would be fine. Tommy left a few Peaky boys around the city to keep an eye on her while having her believe that she was walking home independently. When it started raining, she thought nothing of it as she enjoyed the rain and didn’t find it as an inconvenience. That night as the boys got home, she couldn’t greet them with her usual energy as she felt ill. She skipped dinner and went to bed early, and by the next morning her fever almost overtook her. It was an awful few days, and she had to be hospitalized immediately. Tommy paid to make sure she was getting the best treatment, and as she realized, it must have costed the family a fortune. Her lips started wobbling at the thought that she was the reason her family was struggling, but she soon wiped away the tears, knowing it wouldn’t do anything. She made a promise to do her best to help the family. She started with eating less, skipping a few meals here and there to make sure the food can at least be stretched out without her eating it. Next was her school supplies, she was usually a meticulous scholar, having all her notes organized but she now made it a point to make sure she didn’t need to replace her items as quickly. Her final idea was to use some of her old clothes, and turn them into handkerchiefs to sell on the streets. She was a great seamstress for her age, and knew that this was something she would be able to do easily. With a new found resolve, she took a deep breath and got to work.

Y/N has been selling her handkerchiefs for a couple of days now, not earning as much as she wanted to, but at least it was something. She mostly sold them after school under the guise of playing, and would end up staying up to do her homework. This worked out in her favour as she can skip breakfast the next day for more sleep. She was getting quite tired, but her love for her family overpowered her desire to rest and sleep. It was a cold foggy day in Small Heath and Y/N was standing at a different street to attract new customers. She was trying to get the attention of the people walking by, but to no avail. Finally, she saw a man approach.

“Hi mister! Would you like to buy a handkerchief for a lovely lady in your life?” she asked with a huge smile. As the man got closer, her smile drop as she saw his intoxicated state and leery grin.

“Hey there little girl. It’s not safe for you to be out here all alone.”

“I-I’m not alone,” she lied. “My brothers are just at that shop.” She pointed to somewhere behind her, hoping her lie was believable enough.

“Uh huh.” The man got closer, close enough that she could smell the alcohol off him. “That’s a nice hankerchief you have there. Mind if I grab one-“ He plucked it out of her hand without hearing her answer, and stuffed it down his pants.

“Wh-What are you doing, mister?” she asked, as she saw his hand move inside his pants. He was moaning as if in pain, eyes closed. “Mister?”

“Fuck,” he cursed, shoulders dropping in relief. He took out the handkerchief, a white sticky substance staining the once floral pattern. With an evil grin, he grabbed the back of Y/N’s head, trying to stuff the handkerchief in her mouth. She squirmed against his grip.

“No! What are you doing?!” She was pushing his arm away but he was much stronger. He was able to smear the cloth against her cheek before he was pulled off her by another stranger.

“Now that’s not a very nice thing to do,” the man started. “Taking advantage of little girls.” He nodded towards someone behind him, and placed a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Are you okay, dove?”

She shook her head, unsure of what just happened.

He took another one of her handkerchief peaking out of her bag, and poured what smells like alcohol from the flask in his pocket. He gently rubbed the white substance off her face, making sure there were no traces left behind. “Make sure you clean your little face real good when you get home, okay dove?”

She ignored his suggestion, staring up at his somewhat familiar face. “Who are you?”

“Name’s Alfie Solomons. We’ve met before but you were just a little babe- about yeah high.” He motioned to a little lower than his knee. “You’re Y/N Shelby. Your brothers and I are business partners.”

At the mention of her brothers she lit up, trusting the man immediately.

“Now what is the likes of yourself doing on the streets? Don’t tell me that stubborn brother of yours cut you off from their money.”

She shook her head vehemently. “Tommy would never do that!” She stared at her shuffling feet, ashamed. “I made my family spend too much money so I want to pay them back. They’re not financially in a good spot.”

Alfie raised an eyebrow, unsure that the little Shelby knows what she just did by telling him that. Any of the Shelby’s enemy would yell in glee by that information, knowing that the mob family was vulnerable to attacks because of their lack of funding. Luckily, Alfie was quite fond of the Shelby family, and his new favourite was the one standing in front of him. His cold heart warmed at the thought that she was so worried for her family that she would go all the way to selling her stuff on the street as if there wasn’t a mark on her back because of her last name. “Well then today is your lucky day. I was looking for a little assistant to help me with things as I settle into me temporary home here.”

“Really? What kinda things?” she asked, eyes wide with hope.

The man was surprised at her eagerness, realizing that her siblings must’ve done a great job at protecting her from their world as she was still able to put her faith in people like that. “Just small things- picking up my groceries from the market, and maybe a prescription here and there from the pharmacy for me eye. I can pay you,” he paused, playing with his beard for the extra suspense. “Ten shillings a week.”

“Wow! That’s so much!” She agreed happily to his terms.

“Every Monday I will give you a list of what I need for the week, and I will pay you every week when you make your deliveries.”

“Thank you thank you!”

“Though before I hire you, you need to be better at indiscretion.”

“What does that mean?”

“You can’t go around telling people that your brothers don’t have money- your brother’s got enemies that could take him down with that information.”

Her eyes widened as she realized the severity of what she had done. “I’m so stupid!” she cried, hitting her head with her balled up fists.

“Hey, hey, there's no need for that now.” Alfie has seen grown men with less guilt for putting their family in danger with the information they divulged. “Lucky for you- you just told lil' old me, and I’m harmless.”

Y/N looked up to the London gangster with tears still lining her eyes.

“Don’t cry, dove. I’m sure even if you spent all of your brother’s money, they wouldn’t have the heart to be mad at ya.”

“I would never do that!” she said, taking his jokes quite seriously. “My family means everything to me.”

Alfie nodded, confirming that he made the right decision in hiring and caring for her. He walked her back to the outskirt of Shelby territory, knowing that her brothers would have people around to look out for her.

It’s been a few weeks since Y/N started her job as Alfie’s errand girl. Both her and the gangster was surprised that her brothers hadn’t caught wind of their relation. Though the two didn't spend more time than necessary together, they became quite close. Alfie was busy with running an organization, and Y/N was busy trying to get her homework finished. She also kept up with selling her handkerchief when she had time between running errands for Alfie, schoolwork, and pretending to be a normal kid in front of her family. She was upset that she couldn’t spend as much time with her siblings as before, but she knew she has to in order to make up for being a burden.

“Y/N,” Finn called, seeing his sister walking to their home after school. “Tommy’s called for a family meeting.”

Her eyes widened, and her heart started thundering with excitement. She raised a good amount of money, and felt like she could share with her family what she’s been up to. “Okay, Finn. I’ll be right there!” She ran to her room, grabbing her shoulder bag full of money and was basically vibrating with excitement while they waited for the entire family to trickle in. She sat in the middle of Arthur and John, ignoring their chuckles at her gleaming eyes. 

“Sounds like it’ll be a breezy meeting if you’re letting Y/N sit this one in,” John commented towards Tommy who was lighting a cigarette. 

“Let’s begin,” the older brother ignored the comment and started the meeting. “As you know-” 

The youngest Shelby’s hand shot out in the air as if she was at school. 

Tommy raised an eyebrow, trying not to show any indication of annoyance at his sister’s behaviour. The second oldest brother was too soft when it comes to matter to sister, and he would rather blind himself than purposely hurt her. “What is it?”

“I have something to share with you guys.” She pulled her out her messenger bag that she carries her handkerchief and the money she collected thus far with.

“What you got for us, girlie?” Arthur asked, peering into her bag to catch a glimpse of her gift to them. 

She took her bag off, and emptied the contents on the table. The Shelby clan’s jaw dropped in shock. They weren’t expecting their youngest sibling to be emptying almost 100 shillings in cash on their table. 

“How in the hell did you get that much money?” John asked. 

“Girl, you better not be stealing,” Polly chastised, eyes narrowing. 

“I’m not! I swear it.” She looked around for her family’s approving faces, but was just met with surprised and curious looks.

“Then you better explain yourself.” 

“I overheard you guys talking a few weeks ago about being short, and I know it was my fault. I stupidly got sick so you guys had to spend money on me, and I felt really bad so I decided to help. I cut my old clothes and sewed them into handkerchiefs- I’ve been selling them on the streets to make the money.”

“You made this much selling handkerchiefs?” Tommy asked, an eyebrow raised in  suspicion.

“Well… no… I wasn’t making much- just a few shillings here and there, but someone hired me!”

“Who?” Arthur asked.

“Mr. Solomons.”

“Y/N!” Polly berated. “Do you know who that is?”

“At first I didn’t, but he said he knew me since I was little. He was a really nice man, and he gave me 10 shillings every week to run some errands for him.”

“What kind of errands?”

“Just picking up groceries and prescription- that’s all!”

“I don’t want you seeing him again,” Tommy said sternly.

“But Tommy- he’s a real nice man.”

“Yea you said that already,” Arthur muttered, unamused by his sister’s connection.

“How did you even meet with the likes of him?” John asked, wondering how his sister got into contact with the mobster.

“Well… one day when I was selling my stuff, this man took my handkerchief and he stuffed it down his pants. I’m not sure what he was doing but he was rubbing it a lot in his pants, and making a lot of weird noises. When he was done there was this white icky stuff, and he wanted to put it in my mouth. I was so scared but Mr. Solomons came and saved me!”

“What the fuck?!” Arthur roared with fury. He jumped out of his seat, John following with him. “Who was this man? What did he look like?”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise at her brother’s reaction. “I-I don’t know. Mr. Solomons pulled the man away, and next thing I know the man was gone.” She turned to Tommy who’s jaw was clenched, and his knuckles were white from gripping his the edge of the table. “Am I in trouble, Tommy?” she asked quietly, head bowing down in shame.

“No.” He pushed himself off the table and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You did nothing wrong, but we are going to pay a visit to Mr. Solomons.”

She nodded, following her brothers who were hastily putting on their jackets. She usually held on to Tommy’s hand when they were out for safety, but he had both fists clenched the entire time, making her her believe that she was in trouble. Arthur and John were no different. She thought if they were cartoon characters they would have steam coming out of their ears. It didn’t take them long to get to Alfie's temporary lodging.

“Well well well… if it isn’t the Shelby boys, and the little princess.”

“Hi, Mr. Solomons!” she greeted with a wave and a smile.

“Hello, little one.”

Tommy moved to cover Y/N from Alfie’s gaze which did not go unnoticed.

“Oh relax, would you? I would never hurt a hair on little Y/N’s head. Didn’t you hear? I saved her from an unsightly perv-”

“Did you skin him alive?” Arthur growled. “Did you tear him apart and burn him to ashes?”

“Actually, I’m sure you’d be happy to know, but I have kept the lad barely alive. I figured once the littlest Shelby told you guys what she’s been up to, you lot would pay me a visit.”

“Where is he?!” Arthur grabbed Alfie’s collar, pushing him against the wall.

“Arthur-“ John placed a hand on his oldest brother’s shoulder. “Take it easy.”

“He’s in the barn by the outskirt of town. My men have been keeping him barely alive, but I’m not sure how much longer he’ll have.”

“Tommy-“ Arthur turned to his brother, a short silent conversation happening.

“Go.” Arthur and John didn’t waste another minute and left for the man.

“What are you trying to do, Alfie?”

 “What?”

“Why are you helping us?”

“Correction. I’m helping Y/N. What she chooses to do with the money I give her is her choice. If she decides to spend all that money on the sweet ice cream shop across the street then that’s her choice, and if she decides to spend the money on helping her family, then I really can’t say anything, can I?”

Tommy’s eyes narrowed, and then flickered when Y/N wrapped her hand around his, seeing it was finally unclenched. “You hurt her in any way, and I will end you.”

“Despite your very hurtful assumptions of me, I would never hurt Y/N.”

She smiled at the older man, already considering him another kind uncle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, little Shelby?”

“8am sharp!” she responded with a little salute.

“Alfie-“

“You can have your men escort her here or I can have my men pick her up and drop her off at your residence. She’s never been alone while running errands-“

“What?!” Y/N exclaimed, surprised at the revelation.

“You think I would let a little Shelby running around associating with me unattended, child? That’s as good as a death wish. I had my men following you to make sure no one would mess with ya.”

The girl pouted, thinking of the bodyguards as babysitters. “I’m not a baby.”

“No, you’re not,” Tommy started, ignoring Alfie’s raised eyebrow, “but you are still a child, and we are not going to take that risk of you running around by yourself.” Not with a target on your back, Tommy added in his thoughts.

As they were heading out, Alfie put a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, stopping the man in his tracks and leaned near his ear. “Girl’s too hard on herself. Now, I don’t what you Shelby boys have been filling her head with but she’s got more loyalty than the lot of you. Make sure you pay her the same respect. She don’t need to be skipping meals trying save y’alls money, but she does it anyways.”

Tommy’s jaw clenched, nodding sharply. “See you around.”

“See you later, brother.”

As they walked out, Y/N tugged on her older brother’s hand. “Tommy, where are we going?”

“We’re gonna make sure Arthur and John do their job,” Tommy simply replied.

“I-I have to see the man again?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“No,” he answered right away. “This man will never bother you again.”

Tommy said nothing as they continued their journey to the barn. In truth he wanted a piece of action in giving the man what he deserved, and he knew he shouldn’t take her with them because this was what he wanted to protect her from, but at the same time he needed her to be physically with him to make sure she was safe. He couldn’t believe in his stress he didn’t check up on her like he should- he didn’t make sure she was safe. The fact that this man was able to even approach her like that was something he thought should’ve never happened. He knew now that she needed more protection- more people to watch out for her. He was more than disgusted at what that piece of garbage did, and he wanted to make sure he paid for his crimes. His sister is pure in every way, and he wasn’t going to let anyone make her feel uncomfortable like that again. He made sure she wasn’t exposed to the dirty life they lead, and if it was up to him he would make sure she never would.

Tommy made sure Y/N stayed in the car, telling her that one of the brothers would be out in a bit to keep her company. He entered the barn, hand already on his gun. He wasn’t surprised that Arthur was still beating the bloodied man up while John leaned on the wall, his fists equally bloodied.

“John, go keep Y/N company outside. Arthur,” Tommy called for his brother’s attention. “Is the man dead?”

“Not yet. I want the fucker to suffer as much as I could,” the oldest Shelby said, spitting at the barely alive man.

Tommy stepped closer, hearing his raspy breathing from the beating he took. He took out his gun, pointing to the man’s crotch. “There’s a special place in hell for people like you.” The Shelby leader kept his voice low, making sure the man wait in anticipation at what he was going to do. He shot the first bullet, the man howling in pain. The two ruthless brothers watched him writhe around before he passed out, then Tommy shot the final bullet to his temple.

Arthur pulled out his lighter from his pocket, dropping it on the man before leaving the burning barn with his brother. Outside, John had Y/N in his arms, the little girl laughing at his animated stories. The two older brothers got in the car and drove away.

When dinner came around, Tommy watched as Y/N serve the kitchen staff heaping of food on their plate, but only put barely any on her plate. He was reminded of Alfie’s words, and stepped behind Y/N. He grabbed the spoon she was serving herself with and the plate, putting more food on it.

“To-Tommy, I’m not that hungry!”

“There’s plenty of food, so eat.”

“I was planning to eat the leftovers tomorrow for lunch.”

“There’ll be food tomorrow for your breakfast and lunch.” He didn’t miss the fact that she purposely skipped breakfast.

“Bu-“

“You haven’t been eating,” he said, and the little girl froze.

She lowered her head, and Tommy’s heart dropped to his stomach when he caught her glistening eyes, and the reflection of her tears on her cheeks. He immediately put the food down, going down on one knee to see her face. “Why are you crying, love?”

“Tommy, I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for, love? I told you nothing was your fault.”

“Everything is my fault though! I can’t do anything right!” she exclaimed, tears running down her face. He pulled her up, carrying her to his office for more privacy and sat down on his couch with her on his lap.

“What’s this all about- why aren’t you eating?” 

“I just feel awful,” she wailed finally, her eyes never meeting her brother’s in shame. “I got sick and you all had to pay so much for my medicine! I tried to eat less to make up the money you guys spent on me, but it didn’t feel like enough-“

“No,” he said sternly. “You are not missing meals or eating less because you feel guilty. You will eat the proper amount, got it?”

“But-“

“Don’t make me tell Polly to monitor your meals.”

“I just wanted to do my part in helping with the family. You guys do so much for me, and I haven’t done anything.”

“Y/N, you are a child. You don’t need to worry yourself with these things. Your big brothers are gonna take care of everything for you.”

“But you’re already so stressed out, and I feel like I’m causing so much trouble. I’m not even worth it-“

“Y/N M/N Shelby,” Tommy hissed. Despite his tone, he gently grabbed her chin with his index finger, forcing her to look at him. With tears lining her eyes, she finally met his soft blue eyes, finding no trace of resentment but only love. “You will never say those words again.”

“Tommy-“

“You are worth everything and more than what we have. If I have to lose everything we own and burn down this whole city for you, I will. You are the most important thing in my life, and I will not hear you say those words again.”

“‘m sorry, Tommy.”

“Stop apologizing. You have done nothing wrong.” She leaned back down, her tears stopping to a few sniffles. “So here’s what we’re gonna do. You will eat to your fill, and tomorrow we will get ice cream after you’ve finished your errands.”

Her head snapped back up at the mention of her favourite treat. “Ice cream?”

“Yes, but you have to finish the food on your plate.”

With a wide grin she nodded, jumping out of his lap to get started on her food. He went over to the family room, finding his family getting read to head to the kitchen.

“Why has no one noticed Y/N hasn’t been eating?” he thundered, glaring at his family members for not noticing her lack of proper care.

“She’s not?” John asked, thinking back to his encounters with her.

“I thought she was just getting conscious about her body,” Polly shrugged. “You know how girls that age are, but I always made sure to put more food on her plate.”

“She has been skipping meals because she feels bad that we’re spending money on her, and I will not let that happen ever again. If anyone sees anything amiss- anything at all, you come straight to me.”

“Y’know,” Arthur started, scratching the ends of his moustache. “When I checked her homework the other day, I noticed that she was writing extra small. Me thinks she’s trying to extend her school supplies as well.” The brothers had long stopped making fun of Arthur for insisting on checking her homework. Everyone knew Y/N was the most educated on paper, but Arthur felt it was his obligation as her oldest brother to see that her homework was done and done well.

Tommy placed a hand on his forehead, wondering how much he’s missed in the last few months. “Fuck,” he cursed.

When the family went to the kitchen, they frowned when they saw Y/N staring at her food without eating a single bite. When she saw them come in, she burst into a huge smile. “I was waiting for you to eat together!”

“Oh silly girl. Your food’s all cold now,” Polly chided.

“It’s okay!” she shook her head. Arthur took the plate in front of her while Polly prepared another plate fresh from the stove, adding a bit more food than what initially had. “Arthur no! You can’t have my cold food.”

“D’n worry, love. It’ll get warm in my belly anyways!” He put both hands on his belly, patting it.

She giggled at the sight, and her eyes twinkled at the sight of her family around her. They all made jokes with her whilst still making sure she was eating so when she cleared her plate, Polly sneakily grabbed her plate while Arthur was distracting her and put a little more food in front of her. To everyone’s delight she ate it all, yawning after all the food was gone and the laughters died down.

“Tommy, can everyone come get ice cream with me tomorrow?”

“You were gonna get ice cream without us?” John asked, hand on his chest as if the thought offended him.

"Never!" she shook her head. "We're all going, right Tommy?" Her brother could only nod at her request with a small smile.

Arthur cleared his throat and got up. “Now before you go to bed, love, we need to check your homework. Perhaps we can clean your backpack as well.”

“Okay, Arthur.” She hopped off her chair, grabbing his hand and leading him to her room where she does all her homework. She took out her notebook, and Arthur immediately noticed the worn out pages from how little she had written in the notebook- it was barely legible.

“Love, I can barely read your writing!” he exclaimed. “You need to write bigger next time- for your dear old brother’s sake, eh?”

“Sorry, Arthur.” She looked down at her shoes. “I was trying to make my notebooks last longer so you wouldn’t have to buy me more.”

“None of that. You’re our little scholar- we need you to be studying hard with all the right supplies or else who’s gonna be keeping Tommy in line?”

She giggled at his jokes, and nodded, relieved that she didn’t have to lie to her brothers anymore.

“Now, read me your answers so your dear old brother doesn’t have to strain his eyes.” He sat on her chair, picking her up to put on his lap just like when she was smaller.

She read him the questions and her answers, pointing them out so there were no spelling errors either.

“Well, we got ourselves a little Shelby genius here!” he kissed her cheek, and she flinched away from his moustache, giggling all the way.

“It tickles!” she shrieked as he continued to rub his cheeks against her soft ones.

“Alright, love. Good job on your homework.”

“Can I go to bed not, Artie? I’m feeling kinda tired?” the littlest Shelby yawned to prove her point, already almost dozing off.

“Tired, eh? What have you been doing to be so tired?” Arthur asked it as a joke, but Y/N avoided his eyes as she thought he was being serious.

“I’ve been staying up late making the handkerchief, and waking up early to sell it so I can do errands for Alfie after school and still do my chores when I get home.”

Arthur’s heart broke hearing how much his youngest sister has been working, and he immediately gave her a hug. “You don’t need to do that anymore, love. Tommy’s got a plan- kid like you don’t need to be working so hard, eh?”

She nodded, almost already dozing off in her brother’s embrace.

“Go get ready for bed, and I’ll come back to tuck you in.”

“Okay!” She left for the bathroom, and Arthur went back to the kitchen where his family had stayed to grab her a glass of water for the night.

He gave a deep sigh, rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes tightly.

“Is Y/N okay?” John asked, his oldest brother’s state putting him on alert.

“Girl’s been working herself to the bone for the last month- staying up late, not eating, and still trying to run everyone’s errands. She’s fucking exhausted and it’s not even 8pm yet where before she would be begging us to play with her until midnight.” Arthur shook his head, filling up the water in the cup and leaving again.

“You tucking her in?” Tommy asked.

“Yea. She asked if she could sleep early- nearly fell asleep on me.”

Tommy nodded, following his older brother to her room. Y/N was brushing her hair, lighting up when she saw her brothers again. Arthur placed the glass of water beside her bed, and came up to her to take the brush from her hand. He finished brushing her hair for her, reminding the siblings of when she was younger and sat on his lap while he tried figuring out how to braid her hair.

“There you go, love. Prettiest girl in all of Small Heath.”

She giggled, but shook her head. “No, Artie- That’s Ada!”

“You both are the prettiest girls in Small Heath, and dare I say the whole world!”

Y/N giggled again, giving her brother a big hug before settling in bed where Tommy was standing by. He smiled as she got under the covers, and he sat down on the edge of her bed, pulling the covers right under her chin. He placed a hand on her small face, rubbing at her cheek with his thumb. He noted how soft and smooth it was, reminding him just how young she was. He leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you, Y/N- so much,” he whispered seeing her eyes droop.

“I love you too, Tommy,” she mumbled before succumbing to her tiredness.

The next day, Y/N and her brothers made their way to the ice cream shop. Suddenly, she stopped and gasped. “We should invite Alfie!”

The brothers couldn’t stop their sister in time before she ran off to his house, and they were quick to follower her. She knocked on his door, rocking on her feet in excitement. When the door opened, she was surprised to find someone else at the door. She hadn’t noticed but her brothers surely did that his hand was underneath his coat, most likely holding on to a gun.

“Excuse me, is Mr. Solomons home?” she asked before being pulled back by Finn behind her other brothers who had stood in front of her.

“Ah if it isn’t the Shelby clan,” the man muttered.

“Who’s there?” Alfie asked, approaching the door.

“Alfie!” Y/N greeted, shaking off Finn’s hand around her. “D’you wanna come with us to the ice cream shop?”

“Well I can’t refuse a little lady as yourself.” He grabbed his hat, and gave instructions to the man who opened the door. “Be a dear and finish up here, why don’t you.”

The Camden mobster followed the family to the ice cream shop, everyone in the shop immediately ceasing their chatter. Y/N paid no attention to the fear in everyone’s eyes as she ran up to the selection of ice cream they had.

“Mister, I want ice cream for all of us, please!” she ordered. “I can pay for everyone!” She held up her little horse purse that Tommy got her so long ago.

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” Alfie said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“No, no! I want to treat you guys to ice cream.” As she went back to picking a flavour, the 4 mobster (and Finn) stared the poor owner down, not having to say a single word to get their point across.

“Don’t worry about paying Miss Shelby. Your ice creams are on the house!” he said trying to sound jovial, but tripping over his words.

Y/N didn’t notice his stutter, but beamed in happiness. “Really?”

“Yes- you never have to pay for ice cream here!” 

“Wow! That’s very nice of you, mister!”

Y/N made sure everyone got their ice cream first, having a habit of putting everyone first. When it was time for her ice cream, the man made the mistake of making eye contact with Alfie. His shaking hands didn’t wait for Y/N to grab the ice cream, and slipped form her tiny hands and on the floor.

“Oh no- oh God,” the man immediately muttered. You could hear a pin drop at how quiet it was in the shop. People tensed, waiting for a bloodbath to occur.

Y/n gasped in surprise. “Oh no! Spilled ice cream. I’m sorry mister- I can help clean up!” She narrated the event only like a child could.

“Oh- uh- well- Don’t worry about the mess,” the man sputtered. “It was my fault. I can give you another ice cream.”

“It’s okay mister. You already gave us all ice cream,” Y/N said, trying to hide her disappointment. Her bottom lip jutted out slightly, and her shoulders were slouched. “Thank you though.”

The man could feel the mobsters tearing him up with their eyes. Finally it was Tommy who spoke up. “Here, love. You can have my ice cream. I know it’s your favourite flavour.” Seeing as Y/N wanted to be just like Tommy in every way, it didn’t surprise anyone that they shared the same love for a certain flavoured ice cream.

“But it’s yours, Tommy.”

“I wasn’t hungry anyways.” He placed it in her hand, making sure she had wrapped her hand around it before letting go. “Let’s go home now.”

“Okay, Tommy! Thank you.”

No one dared breath until the gang was out of the shop. However it was made clear in those short moments of two things. One, little Y/N Shelby was one of the most polite and kind kid of her age group. And two, she was also one of the most protected kid in all of England. The hold she has on the two of the most feared gang in England made her a force to be reckoned with.

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This.

a fucking masterpice.

Kaz Brekker x gn! grisha! Reader - Newbie

A/n: I love this request, it was absolutely brilliant!

Request: Hello there, I love your writing, it's so amazing but may I request a Kaz Brekker one shot were the reader is a Tailor and they are very powerful, and once an enemy (there to kill Kaz obv) sneaked inside the slat to kill but the reader do first and Kaz is very impressed and when he asks what happens, they say "what? you think i'm gonna let some random asshole sneak in with a gun and have tea with them?" or something sarcastic like that, thank you so much and take your time, take care!! &lt;;3 @abookloverlmao

Warnings: swearing, killing, death, guns, indentures, I think that's it? You have been warned!

The three P's:

[Pronouns used: you/your] [Pov: 2nd person] [Pairings: (romantic!) Kaz x reader]

You were new to the Crows as your abilities were not ones commonly used in battle. But you weren't there for a battle, you were there as a spy.

You would scowl at the word spy if anyone ever used it to describe you, a spy was someone who blended in with the background who was not seen. You were nearly always seen, that was often the point of you being there.

You were a Tailor, and your art although it could be used on other people was primarily used on yourself. As you had grown up in the barrel and there wasn't many people to help you hone your skills.

After living in indentures after indentures to women, men, anyone who wanted a grisha Tailor, you had gotten tired. You were being used to your very limb to people you didn't want to work for, sure Tailoring is certainly your passion. Though there is always a difference between living your passion, and forcing it.

In an act of desperation you had whispered to a Crow who was known as the Wraith but you had later found out is named Inej that you could give them information if they could free you.

Somehow it had gotten all the way up to Kaz Brekker and one day your indentures to the people who wanted you without stop had disappeared and you were sitting up in an office in the Slat trying not to sweat your arse off.

Eventually you had talked to Kaz but you hadn't pleaded your case to him like he had expected you to. No, instead you had explained calmly how you could be the Dregs double agent with almost a smirk on your face.

Kaz didn't like your finesse, how dramatic you were, but he had eventually put you to the test and you had been entirely correct. You were a perfect asset to the Crows, and had made Kaz Brekker look stupid.

Despite all of this though, you felt the need to prove yourself, you weren't just a measly little Dreg anymore, you were a Crow. The best of the best, and although you acted as if you were more full of yourself than Jesper and Kaz combined you knew that you felt like you were in debt to Bastard of the barrel. He had freed you from your captors and you have never repaid him.

Some part of you wanted to repay him the world.

Thoughts like those wouldn't leave your mind as you lounge on one of the chairs in the Slat mindlessly looking at an painting that was probably stolen on your right side.

To your left there was three people, two joyously in conversation presumably about a win, and the third looked somber, and excited.

The emotions confused you, you didn't know how someone could be somber and excited? The two together just seemed wrong.

Opposites, isn't that what you and Kaz were? If something is opposites then something is going on. (Although you couldn't say the same about you and Kaz.)

With people and emotions, the combination meant something and in the barrel never something good.

Your eyes followed their figure as they left the room quietly, to go up the stairs of the Slat, you were going to leave them to their own devices and brush your thoughts off as paranoia. You would of noticed if there were a double agent in the Slat, right?

Why would you be paranoid about a double agent? You're a double agent yourself for Kaz but that's either for getting information or for killing someone directly. Although option one usually ends with someone's body dropping to the floor just indirectly.

The only reason there would be a double agent in the Slat would be to kill Kaz, directly or indirectly. But why would there be-

That fucking Merchant!

You nearly leaped out of your seat as you remembered, the Crows had stolen last from a Merchant two weeks ago. Somehow the Mercher had figured out. Although Kaz had said that he had it covered now it was obvious that he didn't.

Your theory was just confirmed when you saw a concealed gun on their side and the way their body leaned towards the right of the stairwell despite that the railing was on the left.

Because Kaz's office is on the right!

Yes, you would notice another double agent if you saw them.

Slowly, you sat up from your seat and walked leisurely behind the double agent. You brought your hand up to your face and changed some small things about it, just so they wouldn't get suspicious that you were following them.

Then in their foolishness when you walked past them and turned the corner past Kaz's office they were overjoyed. Their hands were shaking as they pulled their gun from their coat and had their other hand on the door knob.

Scowling you pulled your own gun out, they were basking in their glory and their near accomplishment that they didn't even think to double check their surroundings and never hesitate.

So with an easy click off the safety you cleared your head thinking about the person's life you were going to take. This wasn't a job, this was much different.

It was undeniably for Kaz, you didn't want to be in debt to anyone. If you truly didn't care for him you would have let him die.

And with a simple pull of the trigger the once living eyes now laid open, looking on to nothing.

Of course the noise of the gun had alerted Kaz and when he opened his door he was surely met with a sight.

A dead body on the floor with you over it with a gun in your hands as you looked at him unimpressed with a hand on your hip.

He didn't realize now, although if he analyzed it later he would assuredly see that it was all an act to cover up how much you wanted to see him alive after someone had just attempted to kill him.

"You killed him?" He rasped with an raised eyebrow. Obviously a bit confused.

"What? You think I'm going let some random asshole sneak in with a gun and have tea with them?" You loured with a roll of your eyes.

He pressed his lips together in an attempt to not let a smile reach his face.

He didn't succeed.

Dirtyhands is smiling, not fully like you people see at those clubs, no Dirtyhands had a small genuine smile on his lips because of you.

You had made Kaz smile!

You couldn't read Kaz, you're not sure that Kaz could understand his own emotions sometimes, but you knew that in that moment he was proud.

If only you could've read his thoughts because in those moments Kaz wasn't only thinking about how proud he was of you;

'Oh shit, I am in love.'

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-thedelusionreaderbitch

*note I edited this on my phone so there might be a good amount of mistakes*

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Warning: the reader is an adult!! around the 30s (I'm sorry!!), kidnapping, blood, injury, heartbreak, swearing kinda angsty but fluff at the end, slight mention of smoking, kissing, nothing is happening btw Vander and Silco (I'm sorry again) and the reader is a mother figure to Jinx and Vi<3...

Okay I wrote this out of nowhere, it's shit but hey I am in love with Silco and Arcane is one of my fav show, so I'm sorry cause this is shitty asf :/

 She was Silco's right hand, he needs someone to be tracked? she was there, needs some information? she's there so is Jinx.

She was very hyperactive and a tough woman who can be very dangerous and would do anything for something she wants and loves, walking inside Vander's bar she grinned immediately hearing everyone go quiet, "oh come on~ am I not allowed to have one drink?" she chuckled before sitting on one of the chairs.

Vander raised an eyebrow walking towards the woman who sighed heavily and threw her head on the table, "what happened again?" he asked handing her the best strong drink for a moment like this, she took a sip, "he is calling me a friend once again, I'm tired of getting friend zoned, Vander!" she exclaimed chugging the drink in one go.

Wincing at the burning and cold drink rushing down her throat.

Vi suddenly walked in with her arms wrapped around Jinx's neck, the girls frowned and made their way towards her, "Damn, you look.. fucked up." spoke Vi sliding down another drink towards her, Y/N took it and held the glass watching as the drink danced with each move, "shut up pinky." she spoke.

"Silco brushed her off once again." whispered Jinx to her sister who raised an eyebrow, "he didn't brush me off- he just.. needed some time alone. he has enemies everywhere."  

Vi looked at Vander who only shrugged in response, the H/C-haired woman looked at her glass before getting up with a sigh, "guess I'm just being ridiculous, that's all." she said with a scoff before handing the man the money who shook his head and pushed her hand away, "it's okay, you just go home and rest." smiling softly she walked away lazily.

Jinx ran to stand beside her watching as she stopped dead in her track and look at the blue-haired girl, "what are you doing?" she asked the girl who rolled her eyes, "we live together, duh~" replied Jinx sarcastically, "I know that, but I told you that you're staying with your sister, didn't I?" said the woman with a cocked eyebrow watching as Jinx's eyes slightly widened happily, "really?" she asked not quite sure about what she just heard.

"do you want me to change my mind?" Jinx shook her head hurriedly, "good. see ya soon, kid." ruffling the young girl's hair she watched as she smile brightly before throwing herself on her, taken back by the sudden hug she wrapped her arms around her waist slightly.

"Okay, thanks Y/N, love ya!" with that she ran towards her sister who gave her a thankful nod, Y/N waved them off lazily before replying, "yeah yeah, you are a pain in the ass sometimes but I love ya too." with that she walked out of the bar.

Vi turned to look at Vander for the third time who was staring at the door with a frown, "it's like something happened that made her so mad or something..." she said, "she has been really tired these days." Vander replied, Vi was always close to Y/N, she was like an older sister o her and a mother figure to Jinx, and both the girls loved her with their entire hearts.

Y/N spent the night drinking, dancing around, cleaning her weapons, and zoning off and staring at the ceiling, did he really not once notice her feelings for him? sighing she threw herself on the bed staring at the multicolor drawings Jinx did on her ceiling and all around the place, mostly skulls.

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Silco expected her this morning in his office just like she always does but she was nowhere to be seen, Y/N was always there the moment the sun comes up, sneaking in by the window and sitting on his chair or his desk, the way she would appear saying "hello there boss~" every morning in a childish and with the most beautiful grin made him feel warm inside.

But today, no singsong "hello there boss" or her hanging up in the rafters in the ceiling just like she always does with Jinx, their special spot in his office.

Just emptiness, pure silence not one thing could be heard, he frowned looking up and around, but nothing.

It was terrifying.

what he did notice for the next hours was the way his ears would start ringing randomly and out of nowhere, the silence was way too scary and painful, and he despised it.

He got up grabbed his coat and walked towards the door calling for his men, "look for, Y/N." he ordered coldly, it has been 6 hours and she didn't once show up, and worry started eating him alive, what if something happened to her? what if she's dying? or worse, what if she's dead?

The last time he saw her, both of them got into an argument leading him to call her a no-one and that she only works for him, and seeing her expression full of nothing but pain and shock made his heart drop but before he could even apologize, she walked away in rage with a clenched jaw and bawled fists by her side ignoring his calls.

And the thought of her probably dead disturbed him and haunted him.

That was the last thing he ever thought would happen.

2 DAYS:

It has been 48 hours since the disappearance of the woman, his men looked everywhere for her, he looked in every spot she liked and went to a lot, Vi and Jinx were also looking for her.

Nothing.

No one dared to speak to their boss, he was way too angry and the last thing they want was to die in the hands of Silco, the eye of Zaun. Jinx shed some tears and looked everywhere, especially the spots where both mostly hung out together, their secret ones, Vi was worried sick and asked Ekko for help.

Here sat Silco in the middle of the night with his head in his hands, rage overtook him like hellfire, he missed her, he couldn't sleep for 3 whole days, the days she went missing and the night they fought, he missed her so fucking much, her laughter, her smile, her taking care of him, taking his cigar and throwing it out with a harsh glare, her kisses on his cheek, her injecting his medicine while sitting on his lap, her voice.

Her. her. her.

he needed her, he wanted her.

He clenched his jaw trying to fight the urge of punching someone, himself mostly, the silence was suddenly cut off by the sound of the window behind his chair opening, he turned around expecting it to be Jinx but his eyes widened.

There she stood stumbling inside the room with raspy breathes and painful winces as she held her side, her H/C hair messy, her hands bloody as she clenched her side with tears covering her eyes, her hair covering her face but he could see blood splattered all over her face, she looked fucked up.

"hello there boss..." she greeted between gasps trying to catch her breath and that was the only thing she needed to say before he pulled her to his embrace, tightly hugging her.

She froze, he did not just hug her, she must be dreaming right? the familiar scent of rich leather and tobacco scent brainwashed her as she immediately reddened, eyes watering.

Even with her body aching everywhere she hugged back melting against his hold, letting the tears finally race down her cheeks as she stepped closer, nuzzling in his arms and shakingly wrapping her arms tighter around his waist.

"I thought you died, oh my love." he sighed wiping her tears and kissing her forehead lovingly, "let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" but she didn't move instead just reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing over his scar softly, "I thought I lost you.." 

the sound of her voice full of pain was as if someone was stabbing him repeatedly in the heart, "you won't lose me, I will always be there for you, now come on sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up?" she nodded, her head was spinning as she suddenly grabbed his arm trying not to trip.

His hand immediately went to wrap around her waist as he immediately picked her up like a bride, she was losing consciousness, "stay awake from me, Y/N. stay awake." he ordered watching as she chuckled trying not to fall asleep cause who knows if she might never wake up.

"ordering me around when I'm dying, wow.." she spoke looking up at him with half-awake eyes, "you know, you have very attractive eyes..." Silco scoffed with a small laugh, "you sound drunk." he placed her on the couch and immediately got rid of her top ignoring how soft her skin looked.

"We gotta stitch it up..." he said grabbing the supplies, she winced and gestured for him to just get it over with, after cleaning the wound and needle he pressed it on her wound making her cry out in pain, her fingers scratched against the couch as she tried to grab hold of it, her hand on her mouth to stop herself from screaming.

Once he finished she gasped for breaths, wrapping the bandage around her waist he got up, cleaning his hands before helping her up she leaned against him and walked trying not to wince with each move. Silco sat on his chair and gestured her to sit on his lap, she did as told, her legs hanging off the arm and her head on the manchette.

Feeling his fingers run through her hair she sighed softly letting her eyes close, his other hand was running up and down her thigh, "who did this to you?" he asked watching as she opened her eyes staring into his, "doesn't matter anymore, I killed them all."

"Who fucking is it?"

"that guy who wanted to take your spot." she replied hand reaching up to brush the few strands that fell in front of his eyes before cupping his cheek, feeling him lean a little bit, "you have such beautiful eyes..." with that she closed her eyes once again.

No one ever called him beautiful, not with heavy scarring on the left side of his face and a left eye with an orange iris and black sclera, "darling? would you mind?" he asked the woman handing her the syringe for his eye which mostly looked like a needle gun, it's a micro-dosing shimmer to heal it or at least stabilize it which she hated.

Strengthening her posture she sat on his lap, his hand on her waist as she got the syringe ready, "you ready?" she asked softly watching as he nodded throwing his head back, his other hand sliding to her thigh, counting in a whisper she injected it watching as he grunted and pain and tightened his grip on her thigh making her grab his cheek softly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

He looked deep into her eyes panting heavily and without a thought, he pressed his lips against hers making her gasp and freeze in place. her lips were so soft and perfect against his just as he was about to pull away she chased his lips once again.

He leaned more against the chair relaxing, she was here with him, and he can finally rest, she pulled away and went back to the way she was before, his hand on her H/C hair and the other checking other wounds.

"I'm alright, you can rest." with that, she closed her eyes letting the sleep consume her after 48 hours of being kidnapped and treated like shit, she was finally resting on her so-called boss's lap who was supposed to be her lover after their kiss.

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𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑐𝑘. {𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑥 𝐹!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟}

Warning: Making out, reader has mommy issues (family also), mention of Umbitch and Reader getting punished by her, neck kissing, swearing, slight enemies to lovers, slight grumpy x sunshine, gryffindor!reader, flirty!Fred, scars, female!reader (I'm sure I forgot some things)

Summary; What will happen when you get stuck with Fred Weasley (the person you despise) in a closet to hide from Umbridge?

I wrote this based on a dream I had, so yeah it's quite shitty but I hope you enjoy it.

7th year; The order of the phoenix

She was always quiet, people saw her as nothing but a grumpy girl who was likely and mostly found in the library or ordering the Gryffindors, she had always an annoyed look on her face and according to most of her classmates her eyes would always sparkle at the sight of Fred Weasley (which she would roll her eyes at), the well-known prankster that always seemed to find a way to make her heart flutter, the guy who got most girls their age around his fingers along with his twin brother, even Remus Lupin noticed it as well. 

They always were bickering in the hallways, common room, and even in class, leading them to be stuck in detention together, where they still found a way to bicker.

but both their heart would start beating so fast at the sight of the other.

Ever since Umbridge became a professor, Y/N started to have more detention, no not because of bickering with Fred but for expressing her opinion or defending herself, leading her to become very annoyed and slightly ruder especially when DADA was her favorite class, now she despises it, she tried to talk to a professor and even Dumbledore, but no one listened.

As soon as Harry walked inside the common room everyone fell silent making her grunt and put down her book cocking her head to the side lazily watching as Seamus and Harry started fighting, "well, nobody was there the night Cedric died." Harry and his anger issues immediately snapped back bitterly, Ron came to the rescue and tried to calm his best friend, she got up.

"Seamus, sit down, now." she ordered the boy eyeing the chair with a glare, he did as told without a second thought, "you believe in his rubbish?" he exclaimed to the girl immediately regretting opening his mouth at the first place, he wanted to hide from her burning eyes.

"I don't believe anything or anyone in this room, so everyone better put those papers away and stop being dramatic, and go to bed, it's not summer anymore." she snapped back her voice getting slightly louder but she wasn't yelling, she hated to say that, she sounded like her mother and it was so disgusting.

Everyone got on their feet muttering 'good nights' while brushing past her in silence, hurriedly going to their beds.

Fred Weasley was the only one left as he walked up standing beside her with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow, "you know, you're hot when you're ordering." he spoke leaning in slightly to whisper against her ear, "I love it." his voice knocks the air out of her lungs as she turned around to look at him, eyes locking ad noses accidentally bumping and his lips ghosted hers.

Her eyes fell to his lips and back up to his beautiful eyes and he did the same thing but with a cocky grin, her cheeks burned under his gaze as they always do, but she wasn't going to burst his ego, "Ugh!" she scoffed in fake disgust while rolling her eyes, walking away from him trying so hard to ignore how hot her body suddenly became along with the room temperature rising.

His burning eyes watching as she left, only made it worse.

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Christmas was getting closer and here she is walking down the hallways heading to the library when suddenly Fred Weasley stood in front of her panting heavily, she frowned, "I'm in deep shit." he spoke voice raspy from all the running while looking behind him, she raised her eyebrows at him with crossed arms in front of her chest

"do I even look surprised? nope" she popped the 'p' and watched as he gritted his teeth, jaw clenching and eyes looking behind every second, "hide me. Umbitch is after me because of my prank, and.. she thinks that you are in it too." eyes slightly widening in rage and disbelieve she pointed her finger at him, "are you serious? are you fucking serious?!" Fred tried not to meet her eyes and instead would shoot her a pleading look.

"We don't have much time!" groaning in frustration she grabbed his wrist running down the hallway at a very fast speed not caring about the students groans and huffs, pushing the door open to an empty classroom she death glared at the boy, "stay silent." Fred followed behind her as quietly as he can, towering over her form.

Peeking from the crack she watched, her eyes slightly widening at the sight of Argus Filch, "Fitch is walking down the hall, hide!" she whispered harshly hearing him check the other classrooms, grabbing his hand this time she pulled him towards a closet pushing him in, the closet where they kept the blazers to potions that will probably ruin their clothes.

Fred being the prankster started chuckling, to shut him up she placed her hand on his mouth shooting him an 'I will kill you if you laugh' look, her body pressed against his, her face inches away from his since she was standing on her tiptoes due to him being taller, he smelled so amazing; New card desk, Zonko's joke shop, treacle tart and...broomstick handle?

Whatever, she still loved it.

Taking her hand out from his mouth she looked everywhere but his eyes, Fred kept staring at her watching as she peeked through the crack, backing away she suddenly tripped, closing her eyes tightly waiting for the worse to happen, but nothing.

Fred's hand pressed firmly against her waist making her freeze and his other hand on her mouth as he pulled her towards him, her back pressed against his chest and their legs slightly crossed, goosebumps ran through her body like a wave as her breath became heavier.

both their lips pressing together dangerously, as soon as he put his hand away from her mouth he whispered, "you like it, don't you?" yes, she did and that made her so mad at herself, turned to look at him she watched as he smirked down at her, smug motherfucker. she thought grabbing his wrist with a murderous look

"don't fucking touch me!" she whispered-yelled harshly but wanted to say the complete opposite, the redness in the cheeks and eyes that sparkled said otherwise, "Woah there, darlin', you will get us caught.." he whispered this voice low that made her shrink and loosen her hold slightly.

Gulping, she looked away from him letting go of his wrist, but Fred always loved challenges and this one was perfect, in one swift movement she was pressed against the wood of the closet, both her wrists were held by Fred as he stepped dangerously closer if that's possible.

this time she didn't fight back and looked at him with eyes sparkling even if it was dark and the only light was coming from the crack under the door, "merlin, you are so beautiful yet annoying... I fucking love it, my type." that was all he needed to say before she pressed her lips against his.

Soft and gentle as his hand let go of her wrist to hold her cheek, of all the kisses he had before, she was the best and truest one, her eyes fluttered shut as she kissed him melting as soon as he kissed her back, her head hitting the wood slightly as they kissed.

it was just like they dreamt, soft and sweet.

That was until he decided to deepen it, his tongue pressed against her lips and that was the only thing he needed to do before she opened her mouth to welcome him.

His fingers went from her cheek to her hair making her sigh and melt against his lips, he grinned while rolling a piece of hair between his fingers his lips not leaving hers, she tasted like vanilla and caramel and merlin how it was intoxicating.

Y/N ran her hand through his hair, breath getting heavier by the second that passed but she didn't dare to stop not once, too intoxicated by his lips, but once one of his hands went under her thighs squeezing she gasped, pulling slightly away and wrapping her legs around his waist.

That cocky and proud grin never left his lips as he whispered, "you broke the rule of boys and girls are not permitted within 6 inches of each other." she chuckled her chest going up and down, her lips were numb but she didn't bring herself to care, "I never listened to Umbitch rules anyways." 

She grinned back proudly watching as he gulped it was as if he has a hard time pulling himself together, her lips were like a drug that he wants to get high too forever, she squealed once he slammed his lips against hers pulling him slightly by the scarlet and gold tie.

his hand went down her white blouse and caressed her skin softly making her gasp against his lips, her cheeks flushed as she smiled against his lips driving him insane, "I need you, you make me feel so good." he whispered littering her face with kisses making her chuckle softly.

"you make me feel good, as well-oh~" the feeling of his lips kissing her neck made her whine as she looked up running a hand through his hair and the other slightly scratching the back of his neck making him grunt, a warm and fuzzy feeling tingling in her stomach as she fluttered her eyes shut in pleasure, his lips wandering down her neck and leaving a trail of warm kisses, teeth plucking at the soft skin. 

"Fred.." she whispered feeling him suck on her skin before she could let out a small whine the door to the classroom slammed open and both of them froze, her eyes were wide and Fred's breath hitched still holding her.

Argus looked around not even caring about the closet and let out an annoyed huff, checking behind the chairs, Fred suddenly sucked on her collarbone making her put her hand on her mouth to keep herself from moaning.

Fred watched as she looked down at him watching as he raised his eyebrow at her with a smirk, Argus suddenly stood in front of the closet and both the teenagers stayed in their positions, Fred's lips still on her collarbone and hand caressing her body up and down, her hand was on his hair stroking and pulling slightly making him look up at her with heart eyes.

her legs were still wrapped around his waist as his other went up to lace with hers, the look on her face was filled with pleasure and he swore that he would do anything to see her like that on repeat, she was treasuring every moment, his eyes on hers, his hands on her body, not caring that Umbridge was looking for them, she surrendered to bliss.

Argus walked away not even bothering to check the closet and closed the door behind him, Fred helped her and set her back in front of him, her hair was messy, her lips numb, her eyes sparkling, her tie loose and uniform messy.

The flame of passion burned her whole body as she tried to straighten her outfit to not seem suspicious, Fred helped her, opening the door both of them walked out of their make-out spot, "Okay.." she spoke turning around and looking up at him, "I will get out first so we don't look suspicious.." she muttered smiling up at him.

Fred nodded with a smile, melting at her genuine grin, it was for the first time she ever smiled at him genuinely, he walked up towards her brushing the top of her hair before placing his hand on her cheek, feeling how hot she is against his cold hands, she leaned against his hand lovingly.

he leaned in kissing her lips softly and gently holding her as if she was going to vanish if he let go, she kisses him back standing on her tiptoes, "thank you... for today." she whispered once they parted, her voice soft and not filled with sarcasm, she couldn’t think of a time she’d ever been happier.

"Come, spend Christmas with me, please?" he begged, he knew that she planned to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas like she always do, and her heart throbbed with happiness as she nodded, "I will." he thought he would die of joy at her response, littering her face with kisses once again.

"thank you, love." that was all he needed to say before she pecked his lips and walked out of the classroom, smiling brightly to herself and replaying the moment they both had in the closet.

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That night passed by them pecking each other's lips anytime they walk past each other. Hermione noticed the dark mark on her collarbone of course.

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Christmas holidays came and here she finds herself standing just outside the door, she wore a black turtleneck along with light blue jeans, converse, and a brown jacket, let's not forget about the beanie that Remus Lupin handed her as a birthday gift.

knocking, she stood there awkwardly staring at her shoes watching the foot trance she left, it was snowing, and her nose was slightly red from the cold as she stuffed her hand in her pocket for some warmth, a woman with red hair and a kind smile appeared at the door.

"oh hi! you must be Y/N!" she exclaimed watching as she took off her beanie politely with a smile, "yes ma'am." Molly pulled her inside the house who was so beautiful, "oh call me Molly, please! you are so beautiful, I am so happy you came to spend Christmas with us!" Molly was a very kind woman and her calling her beautiful made her so happy, as she took off her jacket.

"thank you so much, that is very kind of you. I hope I'm not bothering you." she replied with a kind smile, Molly heard a lot about the L/N family most of them got sorted into Slytherin and became death eaters but seeing Y/N so kind and a Gryffindor was very surprising.

"oh please my darling, you are more than welcoming with us," Molly replied before calling out for her sons and daughter, Fred was the first to walk down the stairs and immediately kissed her lips, "you came!" he said pulling her towards his embrace, she wrapped her arms around his waist with a smile.

"Yup, I did." Fred pulled away and turned to look at his mother who smiled softly at the couple, "show her around Fred while I get dinner ready, yeah?" her son nodded and walked up the stairs, maybe spending Christmas with the Weasleys is an amazing idea.

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Molly loved Y/N, really, she loved her so much that she wanted her son to get married to the H/C-haired girl, she was kind and helped her cook dinner, helped her clean the dishes, set the table, and even bought everyone gifts from London.

Y/N never felt loved by her family and Molly being so kind made her think as to why her mother couldn't do such a thing, "I made you this gift, it's not much but I hope you enjoy it." spoke Molly whole handing the perfectly wrapped gift, Y/N heart melted as she hugged Molly as a thank you.

"thank you so much, it's perfect," it was a beautiful handmade F/C sweater with the first letter of her name in the center, she could feel the tears covering her eyes as she immediately wore the warm sweater without a thought, grabbing Molly's hands in hers she spoke, "thank you so much for being so kind to me." 

Molly pulled the girl into her embrace, Fred had told her about her relationship with her family and Molly was more than happy to have her part of the family.

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This was probably her favorite time ever, a new sweater, a new family, and a boyfriend she loves with her whole heart, what more could she want? this Christmas was full of her dreams and wishes coming true

Laying on the bed beside Fred with their legs tangled she listened to his heart, it was beating so fast every time she would smile or reach for his hand to intertwine her fingers with.

Fred played with her hair taking a strand and twirling it between his fingers, glancing up at him she watched as he brought her hand towards his lips, pressing kisses on every knuckle, her sleeve fell showing the scars of Umbridge's idea of punishment.

They healed but didn't disappear, Fred looked up at her in confusion as to where she got these scars, "Umbitch." was the only thing she said looking everywhere but his eyes, "and you didn't tell me?" he asked, he wasn't mad at her or anything, he was just worried.

"Why should I? me and Harry are her easiest target, I tried to talk to dumbledore but he didn't even bother turning around or listening, me and Harry, both needed his help.." Fred listened quietly, he would always try and make jokes when someone is feeling down.

but the sight of her hurt made his heart pang, the word wasn't 'I must not tell lies' like Harry, it was the word 'Mistake' over and over again, 4 times all over her arm, Fred didn't say a word and instead just kissed each letter on every scar making her eyes water.

she looked up trying to blink the tears away, of all the years she had been in Hogwarts not once did he see her cry, not even when she was in terrible pain, Fred scooted closer towards her before cupping both her cheeks.

She looked at him deep in the eyes trying so hard not to break down at his painful look, "this isn't you... you're never sad. please, laugh, smile, prank me, do anything just.. don't look at me like that, Fred. I am begging you. I hate seeing you like this." she said, Fred Weasley not smiling or cracking a joke is very rare and her seeing him staring at her eyes feeling terrible about not knowing about these scars, made her feel so scared and worried.

he was always an outgoing and goofy but protective person and that was one of the reasons why she loved him, she can give him 100 reasons as to why she fell in love with him.

"You are my family Y/N, we used to fight a lot but trust me those fights always made me smile when I rethink them before going to sleep, and your smile, merlin I hate it when George would tease me whenever I stare at you when you smile to Hermione or Ron, not to mention I was kinda jealous of Ron..." she laughed, her laughter was like music to his ears.

"jealous of your brother?" she asked watching as he nodded with flushed cheeks in embarrassment, she cupped his cheeks and placed a soft kiss on his lips, pulling away she watched as he grinned childishly in her hold, "go to sleep, dork. you're cute but please stop smiling like that." she said about to get up when he suddenly grabbed her wrist pulling her back down.

pinning her to his bed he towered over her form watching as she cocked an eyebrow at him, "told you we will finish what we started." he spoke voice low that made her shiver, "oh yeah?" he nodded and for merlin knows how many time today, he kissed her lips making her hum ad wrap her arms around his neck.

"I hate you."

"oh no, you don't, darling."

"no I don't.." she sighed against his lips.

Best Christmas ever. Whenever she looks at him it's like she just realized what love truly is, she never had a soft spot for someone only the Weasleys, Fred never found a smile so bright until he saw hers, it was like the moon, and Fred swore that he always fell in love with the moon with each glance.

He fell in love with her with each glance.

just like seeing her for the first time.

the way they always seemed to catch each other's eyes even when they were in a crowd, the way he would watch as she put her hair in a messy hairstyle when she was reading, the way she would frown when she doesn't understand something, small details.

They fell in love, maybe hiding with Fred Weasley in a tight closet to run away from Umbridge was not a terrible idea after all, in fact, Y/N was glad that Fred did this prank.

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