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The End of the World In a Woman’s Hands [Newsies]

chapter one

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summary: Being a girl in the everyday world is difficult. Being the leader of the Manhattan Newsies and a girl? Even more so. Especially when nobody knows you're a girl and the truth is the closest kept secret you have ever had. For Jack Kelly, keeping the truth of her gender a secret is one she's found easy after doing so for many years. Unfortunately, having close encounters with the iron fist, Pulitzer, and a new Newsie who seems determined to get to know her, that secret might just become the opposite.

pairing: fem!jack kelly x david “davey” jacobs

warnings: none

Summer, 1899

A figure sleeps peacefully on a rooftop amid the moonlit Manhattan cityscape. It’s Jack, a charismatic “boy” of seventeen. Across the rooftop, another figure stirs. Crutchie, a slight and sickly boy of fifteen, walks with the aid of a wooden crutch. Jack stirs in her sleep.

“Hey, where you goin’? The morning bell ain’t rung yet. Go back to sleep,” she whines at being woken up.

Crutchie gets dressed and ready, chuckling at Jack’s behavior. “I wanna beat the other fellas to the street.” He bends down to grab his crutch. “I-I don’t want anyone should see. I uh… I ain’t been walkin’ so good.”

Jack, finally awake, grabs her cap and sits up. “Oh, quit gripin’. You know how many fellows fake a limp for sympathy right?” Jack stands and Crutchie crosses to the fire escape ladder. “That bum leg of yours in a gold mine.”

Jack turns around, moving some kind of tube while Crutchie sits by the ladder, starting to climb down. While her back is turned, Jack adjusts her shirt to cover up the binding under her clothes so that it isn’t visible to everyone else.

“Ah, someone gets the idea I can’t make it on my own, they’ll lock me up in the Refuge for good,” Crutchie says, moving his bum leg to the ladder with his hands. “Hey, be a pal, Jack. Help me down.” Crutchie starts trying to climb down and loses his footing, almost falling. “Woah!”

Jack turns around quickly and runs to help Crutchie. “Do you wanna bust your other leg, too?” She asks, pulling Crutchie up the ladder and back onto the fire escape.

“No, I wanna go down,” Crutchie says.

Jack stammers her answer. “You’ll be down dere soon enough! Take a moment,” she says, spreading her arms wide and walking back to where she slept. “Drink in my, my penthouse. High above the stinkin’ streets of New York.”

Crutchie chuckles at her fondly. “You’re crazy.”

She scoffs at him in disbelief, leaning on the railing. “What, because I like a breath of fresh air? ‘Cause I like seein’ the sky and the stars?”

“You’re seein’ stars all right!”

“Them streets down there sucked the life right outta my old man. Years of rotten jobs, stomped on by bosses.” She pushed herself off the railing in anger. “When they finally broke him, they tossed him to the curb like yesterday’s paper. Well, they ain’t doin’ that to me!”

“But everyone wants to come here,” Crutchie said meekly.

She rolls her eyes. “New York’s fine for those who can afford a big strong door to lock it out.” Her voice starts to take on a wistful tone. “But I tell you, Crutchie, there’s a whole other way out there. So you keep your small life in the big city. Give me a big life in a small town.”

Jack looks back out to the skyline of New York. “Y’know, they always say folks is dyin’ to get here. But me? I’m dyin’ to get away. There’s this little town out west that’s spankin’ new. Now, I ain’t never been there, but I see it clear as day! If you want, I bet’cha you could see it too.”

Jack wanders over to Crutchie, pulling him up to his feet. “Close your eyes,” she says gently. “Come with me. Where it’s clean, and green, and pretty. Hell, they went and made a city outta clay! Why, the minute that you get there, folks’ll walk right up and say ‘Welcome home, son. Welcome home to Santa Fe!”

Crutchie stands captivated by Jack’s speech.

Jack breaks away from him again. “Plantin’ crops, splittin’ rails, swappin’ tails around the fire. ‘Cept for Sunday when you get to lie around all day! Soon your friends are more like family, and they’s beggin’ you to stay!” She turns to give Crutchie a bright smile. “Ain’t it neat? Livin’ sweet like that in Santa Fe?”

When Jack goes quiet, Crutchie looks at her imploringly. “You got folks there?”

Jack scoffs. “I ain’t got no folks nowhere? You?”

“I don’t need folks,” he said, softly bumping her shoulder with his own. “I got friends.”

Jack starts getting excited again, gently shaking Crutchie by the shoulders. “: Hey, how’s about you come with me? No one worries about no gimp leg in Santa Fe. You just hop a palomino and ride in style.”

Crutchie scoffs. “Feature me: ridin’ in style.”

Jack hits his arm. “I bet a few months of clean air and you-you could toss that crutch for good!”

She gets a bright smile in return. “Santa Fe, you can bet, we won’t let them bastards beat us! We won’t need’a beg no one to treat us fair and square. There’s a life that’s worth the livin’, and I wanna do my share!”

“Workin’ the land, chasin’ the sun,” Jack chimes in.

“Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!” Crutchie replies, standing on his own. “Watch me stand, Jack! Watch me run…” He quiets down, realizing his recovery is just a dream. He turns away from Jack.

She notices the change in his demeanor. “Hey…,” Crutchie looks up at her when she wraps an arm around him protectively. “Don’t you know that we’s a family? Now, would I let you down? No way!” She pulls him closer. “Just hold on, kid ‘til that train makes Santa Fe.”

Crutchie leans against Jack as the sun rises behind them over the skyline of New York. The church bell tolls 5 a.m., which breaks the spell.

Jack sighs. “Time for dreamin’s done.” She grabs Crutchie’s crutch and bangs it on the metal railing of the fire escape. “Hey! Specs, Racer, Henry, Albert, Elmer. Get a move on, boys. Them papes don’t sell themselves!”

#𐙚 sfw !#newsies #newsies musical #newsies movie #newsies fanfiction #newsboys #female jack kelly #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #crutchie morris #morris delancey #oscar delancey #spot conlon #david jacobs

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mikeysantoss · 11 months

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seventeen days clean

had an online catch up with the therapist today. can’t actually go into her office cause my body still hurts too fucking much but i needed 2 talk 2 someone bout these hallucinations. im goin crazy.

she asked me if i need anythin and i wanted to laugh.

wanted to say 'a gun'

but i didnt wanna be a dick so i just said im gucci. think she knows i was full of shit but she didnt oress it.

told her about my hallucinations and she recommended a low dosage sleeping pill.

but sleeping pills is how i got into this mess in the first place so i said hell nah.

she asked me if i gave the ‘conversation with mom’ thing another thought. to be honest, i havent. writing in an online journal was crazy enough. addressing it as ‘mom’ is straight up nuts, even for me.

but im willing to give it a try if it’ll stop the hallucinations.

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badgeworn-arc · 2 years

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* BYERS , JOYCE @byersmom prompted : ♫ [ send me ♫ for a playlist ! ]

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#tadaaaa #byersmom #╰ ‘ 𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘐 𝘉𝘌𝘎𝘐𝘕 𝘈𝘕𝘠𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘖𝘍 𝘠𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘋𝘈𝘠 𝘐𝘕 𝘔𝘌 … ’ › answered.

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writer-k-pop · 3 years

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Your Sister’s Keeper

여기 있고 어딘가에서 길을 잃지 않는 것이 좋다. It’s better that she’s here and not lost somewhere.

Description: Over the duration of your relationship with Vernon, his sister, Sofia, and you have become quite close. Close enough that in a time of need, she calls for you, not Vernon. Warnings: Mentions of cheating and swearing Genre: Angst? BF!Vernon x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.9k

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"Yes, mom," I roll my eyes, still facing the wall. "I will. I'll call Grandma later." I glance back at Vernon who is patiently waiting just a few feet away at the entrance of the company party. Other guests keep entering the venue, their suits tailored to perfection and their dresses emphasizing all the right parts. I catch his gaze and I throw an apologetic look to him.

"Mom, mom." I say to her to get her attention so she stops talking, "I have to go. I will call you and Grandma later."

"Alright. Have fun with Vernon." My mom says goodbye and then hangs up.

I end the call and turn towards Vernon as I put my phone back in my purse. Just as the phone is fully inside, it vibrates with another incoming call. Without looking at the caller ID, I answer.

"Mom, I told you-"

"(y/n)?" Sofia's voice stops me in my tracks, "Don't say my name. I know you're with my brother and he can't know." Then she sniffles.

I turn away from Vernon's line of sight, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

She sniffles again and I can tell she's trying hard not to completely lose it. "Uhm, not really. Can-Can I come over?"

I glance up towards the ceiling, "I mean, I'm not home right now but I can be in like 10 minutes." I offer, internally regretting the lie I'm going to have to tell Vernon.

"I'm already here, can I just go inside?" She sniffles some more.

I find myself nodding though she can't see me, "Yeah, yeah, of course. The passcode is the same and there's some leftovers in the fridge if you need them."

"Th-thank you." She stutters and I hear the elevator ding in the background.

"I'll be there soon. Just hold on." I tell her, refraining from using her name, then we hang up. As I turn back towards Vernon, he walks towards me with a look of concern etched into his face.

"What's wrong?" He asks, reaching me.

I take a deep breath and spit out a lie, "I have to go, Vernon. My friend is having a really bad time and she's already at my apartment."

Vernon's face slowly switches to concern about my "friend."

"Yeah, yeah, go. If they need you go. I can go alone, it's fine." Vernon states and squeezes my shoulder. "Just let me know when you get home and update me."

I give him a small smile and nod, "I will. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, just go." He smiles warmly and gently pushes me towards the exits.

Feeling terrible for lying but knowing his sister is on the brink of a break down at my apartment, I pick up the skirt of my dress and walk outside. Once I flag down a taxi and hop in the backseat, I tell the driver my address and send Sofia an "on my way" text.

Watching the streetlights pass, I fiddle with the sleeves of my dress as I wonder what is happening with Sofia. As the taxi slows outside my building, I pay him and quickly shuffle out of the car and up to my apartment. I have to stop a few times to collect parts of my dress that decide not to stay in my hands.

I punch in my passcode at the speed of lightening and throw the door open.

"Sofia?" I call out into my still dark apartment.

"Here." Her meek voice whispers from my bedroom.

When I walk in, Sofia's sat against my headboard with my extra fuzzy blanket wrapped tightly around her. I quickly walk over to her and envelope her in a hug. She leans into my chest and I feel her shoulders sink.

"It's okay, I'm here now." I reassure her, "Let me get out of this dress and then we can talk." She silently nods and straightens up allowing me to head to my closet.

"Where were you?" Sofia quietly asks, glancing at my dress.

"I was accompanying your brother for some company end of year party." I inform her, slipping the dress off my body.

"What did you tell him?" She questions me, worriedly.

I shake my head, "I didn't tell him anything. I only said that one of my friends was having a really bad day and needed me immediately. Which wasn't exactly a lie."

"He would believe something like that." Sofia jokes lightly.

"Gives us the advantage." I reply, leaving the dress on the floor and changing into sweats and a sweatshirt.

Climbing back into bed, I take her back in my arms and sigh into her hair.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask after a few seconds of silence.

She shakes her, "Not yet."

I nod and continue to hold her while she begins to let her tears out. We sit in silence as she cries and I do my best to nonverbally tell her that I'm here and that everything will be okay. My heart breaks with every labored breath she takes in. I begin to wonder what has made her this upset and slowly the anger also rises. How could anyone do something so horrible to such a lovely girl?

"C-can I have some water?" Sofia hiccups.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be right back." I tell her and scoot off the bed. After filling a glass, I head back to the bed and guide the glass into her hands.

"Thanks." She says after gulping down some.

"So, tell me what's goin' on." I sit in front of her.

She glances down, "I, I saw Ryan kissing another girl."

I suck in a breath and my eyes widen in shock. "Wha- what happened?" I feel the shock punch me in the gut.

"I, I was going to pick him up from his work and surprise him but," Sofia takes in a deep breath, "I got across the street and he walks out with some girl and then kisses her. Right out in the open." Fresh tears make their way down her cheeks and I do my best to wipe them away but they keep falling. "And I couldn't even move. I didn't even know my feet were moving until I was at your building door. And, and, (y/n) it feels like my heart is being crushed by a million bricks and-"

I wrap her up tighter and rub her arm, "It'll be okay. Just keep breathing with me, yeah?"

"He just, right out in the open. For anyone to see." She sputters out, "Like he didn't care if one of my friends saw. Like he, ugh what a, what a piece of trash."

"He doesn't know you know?" I wonder, staring at my blank wall.

Sofia shakes her head, "I was too shocked to do anything but walk away." She grabs the hem of my shirt in her fist, "I can't believe I actually fell for him. Why didn't I see it before? He's sleazy and awful and what kind of man cheats?"

"He's not a man." I answer her, "A real man doesn't cheat. A real man is loyal and responsible."

"He's not a real man." Sofia mumbles, her tears quietly ever so slightly but not stopping.

We sit together on my bed long enough for the moon to travel quite a distance in the sky. During that time, I run through all the possible things I would do the boy who hurt Sofia while her cries quiet down.

"I'm kind of hungry." She sniffles, readjusting to sit up.

"Did you not eat dinner?" I look at her and she simply shakes her head. Simultaneously I'm reminded that I also haven't eaten.

"I planned on getting dinner with h-him but well... that didn't happen." She explains and I quickly jump off the bed.

"What do you want?" I ask her.

"Something warm." She replies with a small smile that must've taken her a lot of strength.

I nod, "I'll heat up some left over warm chicken soup. And then we can watch movies until either the suns comes up or our eyes droop all on their own."

I make my way to the kitchen and pull out the containers from the fridge. As I pour the soup into a pot, my bedroom door creaks open. I look up to see Sofia peeking out with the blanket resting on her head.

"The room got lonely." She explains. I smile softly and motion for her to sit.

"You are always welcome to join me wherever I am." I reassure her.

Sofia hiccups.

"Do you want a change of clothes?" I question, turning to turn on the heat underneath the pot, "You're probably going to stay the night anyway."

She nods, "That'd probably be more comfy."

I point to my door, "Extra pajamas should be in the middle drawer of the dresser closest to the bedroom doo-"

The doorbell cuts me off. Confused, I walk over to the little screen that shows me who's ringing my door bell. Vernon stands in front of my door, his hands stuffed into his pockets and lips pursed, patiently and anxiously waiting for me to answer.

"Sofia, go into my room and get changed. I'll try to get him to leave." I look to her and she immediately runs into my bedroom, closing the door securely behind her.

Once I hear the definite click, I walk over and open the door halfway.

"Hey." I smile, sticking my head into the space.

"Hey." Vernon smiles, "Everything okay? How's your friend?" He asks.

He's still in his attire for the company party but he's undone his tie and a few buttons of his shirt.

I nod, "She's in pretty bad shape now but she'll be okay."

"I just wanted to check on you cause you never texted me." Vernon explains his visit and I mentally facepalm myself.

"Sorry about that. I mean I got home and well, yeah. It's been a little crazy. Sorry." I apologize again.

Vernon shakes his head, "Don't be. You've been helping a friend and that's admira..ble..." He trails off as his gaze moves past me. "Are those Sofia's shoes?" He points towards the ground.

I turn my head and spot her favorite pair of tennis shoes. They're her favorite because Vernon custom made them for her birthday last year. She wears them everywhere.

"Is Sofia here?" Vernon's tone suddenly turns concerned. "Is she the pers- Sofia!" He pushes the door open and rams past me. "Sofia!"

"Vernon." I rest a hand on his shoulder. "Stop."

"My sister called you and you lied to me about it?" He turns towards me in bewilderment.

"Vernon." I repeat his name but he doesn't let me talk further.

"Why would you lie to me about it?" He questions, "It's my sister. My baby sister." His voice begins to rise in volume, "Why you and why not call me?"

I grab both of his shoulders tightly, "Because some subjects are best left to discuss between girls and not her older brother. At least not right away." He rests his hand over one of mine and sighs. "Just trust me when I say that she's here and she'll be okay."

"What happened?" Vernon asks, his eyes pleading with me.

"I can't tell you. It's not my place to tell." I shake my head in small motions. "When she's ready, she'll tell you but right now, this was the only place she could think of to come. And I don't know about you, Vern, but I'm glad she chose here over anywhere else."

Vernon nods in agreement and takes a deep breath to calm himself, "You're right. It's better that she's here and not lost somewhere."

"She's safe here. I'll make sure of it. But for now, it's probably not the best for you to be here." I hate that I have to say it but it's not entirely false. "Just make sure you're not too far away. She's going to need her big brother sooner rather than later."

He gives my hand a squeeze and presses a kiss to my forehead. "You'll call me with updates?"

I nod, "I promise. You'll know when I know."

"Just," Vernon looks around at the ground unsure of how exactly to put it, "Just remind her that I'm here if she needs me."

"I do." Sofia chokes back a sob and in an instant Vernon has her wrapped in his arms. A new wave of tears wets his shirt as her grip on him tightens. "What am I going to do?" She cries into his chest. I can see Vernon's heart break with every word and I can feel mine break just the same.

"What's going on? Can you tell me that?" He pulls back slightly to look at her pained face but quickly wraps her up again. Pulling her towards the couch, he tries to get the story out of her while also comforting him. I, on the other hand, continue to stir the pot of chicken soup in the kitchen.

I listen to her choke out the story again and I constantly switch from stirring to watching Vernon's face for any movement.

Once Sofia is done reciting, Vernon runs a hand over his face and lets out a frustrated sigh. "Asshole." He mutters. "And he doesn't know that you know?" He questions to which Sofia shakes her head. "I should go murder him. He's an awful human being who- ugh, just wait until I get my hands on him." He angrily rants leaving me in a bit of a shock because I haven't ever seen him this riled up. Though it makes sense. It is his little sister after all.

"What am I going to do, Vernon?" Sofia asks looking up at him.

Vernon takes a breath to collect himself before answering. "Well, first of all, you are going to break it off with him. You don't need a lying and cheating boy. You deserve a much better person, a real man."

"What comes after that?" Sofia questions.

"After that..." Vernon pauses then looks to me for help finishing the plan.

"After that," I repeat and walk over to sit on the coffee table in front of Sofia, "You are going to heal and you are going to get better. You are going to live your life to the fullest and make him realize what a terrible mistake he made by cheating on you. Then even if he comes back asking for a second chance, you'll have the strength to simply smile at him and walk away."

Sofia sniffles and wipes her eyes. "I will?"

"You will." Vernon confirms.

"But I feel like shit." She pouts, fresh tears glistening in her eyes.

"Just for now." I quickly remind her, "That's normal. Completely and absolutely normal. But soon, you will start to feel better."

"And mom, dad, (y/n), your friends, and I will all be there every step of the way." Vernon continues and Sofia nods in understanding.

I pat her knee, "Let's get us some food. I'm sure that might help a little."

Vernon gave me a look of surprise, "You guys haven't eaten?"

I shrug, "Like I said, it got a little crazy when I got home. Do you want any?" I ask him as I walk towards the kitchen but he shakes his head.

"I'm still full from the party." He answers.

I pull out two bowls from the cabinet and fill them both with steaming soup. Picking up two spoons and the two bowls, I make my way back to the living room and set the bowls down on the coffee table.

Sitting on the floor, I begin eating, my eyes never straying from signs that Sofia might need something else. Vernon helps Sofia sip the soup and slowly she starts to eat with more energy.

"You don't have to help me." She mutters, finally taking the bowl from Vernon's hands.

Vernon shrugs, "I want to."

Once the soup is finished, Sofia's eyes refuse to stay open and Vernon carries her into my bed while I sort out the dishes. Just as I set the pot on the drying rack, Vernon walks back out, closing the bedroom door behind him.

"Alright, where does this prick of an ass live?" Vernon half-whispers, half-yells, his palms pressed into the countertop.

I dry my hands, "She needs you here. Not looking to beat up some boy who's not worth your time." I tell him.

"She'll be okay, right?" Vernon suddenly asks, his shoulders drooping deeply.

Throwing the towel somewhere near the sink, I walk behind him and hug his waist. "She will be. I don't know when but I know she will be."

Vernon turns around and clasps his hands behind my back, "Thank you." He kisses the top of my head.

I let out a tiny chuckle, "You don't have to thank me. If it were my sibling, you would've done the same."

"True, but still, thank you." He squeezes my body to emphasize his point.

"You're welcome." I turn my head and glance at the clock. "We should probably go to sleep too." I pull away and bring out one of the many extra blankets I have, "You take the bed with Sofia, I'll take the couch." [For those who think siblings sleeping in the same bed is weird: fight me.]

"Are you sure?" Vernon asks, worried that I won't sleep well.

"I'm sure. She needs you more than I do tonight." I reassure him.

He walks over, wraps me another tight hug, then presses a kiss to my lips which I reciprocate.

"Goodnight." He rests his forehead on mine for a second.

"Goodnight."

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stevecinematicuniverse · 2 years

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Tri-Wizard Tournament

Request: Yes / No Hello! I love your writing and was wondering if you're taking requests for harry potter? If so I was wondering if you could write a cedric diggory x sibling reader/ draco x reader where the reader basically goes though everything cedric went through in the movie and just lots of angst and fluff and stuff! I understand if you don't get to this, thanks love!♡ (Btw the reader can be any house!) Anon

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Diggory!Reader

Word count: 5415

Warnings: Death and sadness!

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Back at Hogwarts, home sweet home. We were all settled in at our tables and I smiled at my brother from across the room. I was upset when I wasn’t put in the same house as my slightly older brother Cedric, but I was happy with Ravenclaw. I then glanced over at my boyfriend Draco Malfoy. People were a little shocked that he was with someone from another house, but I was also a Pure-blood, something his parents were very happy with. My family on the other hand weren’t the happiests, but they tried not to bother me about it.

Everyone was chatting about their summers and catching up with friends. Dumbledor got up and quieted everyone down. It took a moment, but the room was soon quiet.

“Now we’re all settled in and sorted, I’d like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen…” He was cut off by Filch running up to him and whispering something to him. He ran off and Dumbledor stood up straight again.

“So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the Tri-Wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more on that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime.” He said and the doors opened. Girls dressed in blue came in dancing and butterflies flew into the air. They got to the front and bowed, the guys stared in awe as the girls glared at them. I took a glance at Draco and he was also staring, I sent him a glare. He noticed me and quickly looked down. I rolled my eyes, boys…

“And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Drumstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff.” Dumbledor said and the doors opened once again. A bunch of strong looking guys walked in and the girls started staring, while the boys glared. I couldn’t help myself, Draco sent me a glare and I gave him a sorrowful smile. He rolled his eyes and started glaring at the guys that just walked in. Everyone sat down and the feast began.

Once everyone ate, Dumbledor stood up once again.

“Your attention please!” He called gaining everyone’s attention.

“I would like to saw a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the Tri-Wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the Department of International Magic Cooperation, Mister Bartimus Crouch.” He introduced and a man stood up. Suddenly thunder roared through the room and it started raining. People started screaming and panicking, I looked around confused. Someone casted a spell and I looked over to see Mad-Eye Moody standing off to the side.

“My dear old friend, thanks for coming.” Dumbledore greeted him.

“That stupid roof.” He grumbled back and took a drink.

“After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. This decision is final.” Mr. Crouch said. Everyone that was under seventeen started booing and causing a fuss. I didn’t care, seeing as I could still participate.

“Silence!” Dumbledore boomed. He casted a spell and the box that was behind him revealed a goblet with blue flames.

“The Goblet of Fire. Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour of Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if chosen there’s no turning back. And from this moment the Tri-Wizard Tournament has begun!” He said.

As soon as we were sent to our houses, everyone walked out. Draco pulled me to the side and his eyes narrowed at me.

“What was that about?” He asked and I raised a brow at him.

“I’m sorry?” I asked.

“I saw you staring at those guys.” He growled and I scoffed.

“You were staring at those girls.” I pointed out.

“I-I wasn’t-”

“Merlin, Draco, I saw you don’t even try and lie to me. You were bloody drooling over them.” I said rolling my eyes.

“And you weren’t?” He scoffed.

“Draco please, this is ridiculous.” I said.

“You’re mine.” He growled and I smirked at him.

“I know love.” I said and walked off.

A few days later I was walking to the Goblet to put my name in. As I was walking someone grabbed me to stop me. I turned around to see my brother.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Putting my name in the Goblet, obviously.” I said.

“No, it’s dangerous.” He said and I noticed he too had his name on a piece of parchment.

“So? You’re putting your name in.” I said.

“I’m older.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“By a year Ced, I’m putting my name in.” I said turning back around, but he stopped me once again.

“No way! You’re going to get hurt.” He said.

“Ced, I love you, but I’m doing this. I’m not scared.” I said and he shook his head.

“Please don’t do this.” He begged.

“I won’t if you won’t.” I said.

“But-”

“That’s what I thought.” I said turning on my heel and walking into the room. Everyone cheered when they saw Cedric and he was loving it. He put his name in the Goblet and again they cheered. I walked up and placed my name in, smiling at my brother. He shook his head at me and I heard people whispering about how I was crazy for putting my name in. The Weasley twins came running in and all attention was on them now. I slipped out of the room and was walking back to my common room. Again some grabbed me and I turned to see Draco.

“Have you lost it?” He asked and I sighed.

“Not you too…” I groaned.

“Did you not hear how it’s dangerous? What if something happens to you?” He asked.

“I’m not afraid, I want to do this.” I said and he shook his head.

“No, this is crazy!” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“Imagine if I win, how incredible would that be? I’d be a legend!” I said.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” He asked after a moment.

“Can’t really take it back now, but yes I really do.” I said and he sighed.

“I’m still going to hope you don’t get picked.” He said and I smiled.

“Do that all you want love, but I’ll be hoping for the opposite.” I said and kissed him.

It was finally Thursday and I was so anxious and excited. Everyone was gathered in the Goblet room, waiting for the names to be announced.

“Sit down please.” Dumbledore called into the room. Everyone quieted down and looked on with both excitement and anxiousness.

“And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the champions selection!” He said. He walked over to the Goblet and the blue flame turned red, then spit out the first name.

“The Durmstrang champion is, Viktor Krum!” He announced and the Durmstrang boys cheered. The flame turned red again and another name came out.

“The champion from Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour!” He announced. The girl cheer as Fleur walked up. The flame was once again red and the last name came out.

“The Hogwarts champion, Y/N Diggory!” He announced and I smiled, getting up. I walked down, took my name, and followed the other two into the other room.

That was the start of the tournament. It was all normal, except instead of three champions there were four, the great Harry Potter somehow got his name in the Goblet. People were rooting for me to win over Harry. They were insulting him nonstop and I honestly felt bad. Everyone seemed to be wearing bandages someone made, all insulting Harry. Currently I was hanging out with my brother and friends, they were insulting Harry, but my brother and I were staying out of it, mostly. Cedric was laughing at their jokes and insults, while I was sitting there a bit uncomfortable. I sat on the bench and noticed Harry walking our way.

“Can I have a word?” He asked me and I nodded. We walked away from our friends and my friends were trying to call me back, but I ignored them.

“Dragons. That’s the first task. They’ve got one for each of us.” He said and my eyes widened.

“Are you serious? And the others, Fleur and Krum, do they…?” I trailed off.

“Yes.” He answered.

“Right, hey Harry, listen about the badges. I had nothing to do with it, I’ve asked them not to wear it, but-”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said cutting me off and walking off. I sighed and shook my head. I feel so bad… I turned to go back to my friend, but someone’s voice stopped me.

“Why so tense Potter? My father and I have a bet you see. I don’t think you’re gonna last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees. He thinks you won’t last five.” Draco teased with a laugh.

“I don’t give a damn what you or your Father thinks Malfoy. He’s vile and cruel, and you’re just pathetic.” Harry said to him and I sighed. This wasn’t going to end well… I turned back around to see Harry walking off and Draco getting ready to cast a jinx most likely. Mad-Eye walks over and turned Draco into a ferret.

“Draco!” I called and rushed over to the scene.

“I’ll teach you to cast when someone’s back is turned.” Mad-Eye growled.

“Professor Moody, what are you doing?” Professor McGonagall asked walking over as well.

“Teaching.” Mad-Eye answered.

“Is that a student?” She asked, shocked.

“Technically it’s a ferret.” He answered. He then sent him into Crabbe’s pants. Goyle tried to pull him out but apparently Draco bit him. Everyone was laughing and I glared at my brother for being one of them. Draco ends up on the ground and McGonagall turns him back.

“My Father will hear about this!” Draco shouted.

“Is that a threat?” Mad-Eye growled holding up his wand and Draco runs off. I glare at the crazy professor and run after him.

“Draco!” I call and he stops running.

“Are you alright?” I asked, gently grabbing his face.

“That was utterly humiliating.” He groaned.

“I’m sorry love, but I’m sure everyone will forget about it tomorrow when the tournament really starts.” I said, offering him a smile.

“Then I just have to worry about you.” He said with a sigh.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” I said and kissed him.

Everyone was pacing around the tent waiting for things to start. We heard the roars of the dragons and that only raised our anxiety. Cedric had stopped by wishing me luck and telling me to be careful, same with Draco, but they left soon after. Soon enough Dumbledore walked in with others following him.

“Good day champions. Gather round please.” He said and we all gathered in a circle.

“Now you’ve all waited, you’ve wondered, and at last the moment has arrived. The moment only four of you can fully appreciate.” He said and looked around at all of us.

“What are you doing here Miss. Granger?” He asked when he noticed Hermione here, she had been visiting Harry.

“Oh um… Sorry, I’ll just go.” She said awkwardly and slipped out.

“Barty. The bag.” Dumbledore said and Mr. Crouch held open a bag.

“Champions, in a circle around me. Miss. Delacour over here, Mr. Krum, and Potter over here.” He said moving us around slightly.

“Right, Miss. Delacour, if you will…” He said holding the bag open for her. Flure reached in and took out a little green dragon.

“The Welsh Green. Mr. Krum.” He said and Viktor took one out.

“The Chinese Fireball. Oooooh.” He said. He moved to me and I pulled one out.

“The Swedish Short-Snout. Which leaves…” He said and turned to Harry. He took out the last dragon.

“The Hungarian Horntail. These represent very real dragons, each of which has been given a golden egg to protect. Your objective is simple, collect the egg. This you much do, for each egg contains a clue, without which you cannot hope to proceed to the next task. Any questions?” He asked and no one had any.

“Very well. Good luck champions. Miss. Diggory the sound of the cannon…” Dumbledore was cut off by Filch firing the cannon. Everyone was cheering and I took a deep breath. Everyone left and I was getting ready to walk out.

“Good luck.” Harry said and I smiled at him.

“You as well.” I said and walked through the tent. I looked around at everyone and suddenly didn’t feel nervous. The dragon crawled out and cried into the air. I needed to think quickly and pulled out my wand. I casted the transfiguration spell and turned one of the rocks into a dog to try and distract the dragon. Lucky for me it worked and I rushed for the egg. I was just about to grab it when flames engulfed part of my face. I shrieked in pain, but dove for the egg anyway. I held it up and people came and got a hold of the dragon. I was quickly brought to the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey was quick to help me. My brother, Father, and Draco were the first to visit me.

“Y/N/N, are you alright?” Cedric asked, rushing over to me.

“I’m find Ced, it’s just a little burn. Nothing that can’t be fixed, right Madam Pomfrey?” I asked and she smiled at me.

“That’s correct.” She said finishing up.

“It’ll take a few days to heal, but you’ll be good as new.” She said and I smiled.

“Thank you.” I said and she left to go treat other students.

“I told you you shouldn’t have done this.” Both Draco and Cedric said at the same time.

“At least you two can agree on something.” I said rolling my eyes. My Father laughed and smiled at me.

“She’ll be fine you two, She’s strong.” He said and I smiled.

“Thanks Dad, at least you understand.” I said.

The next few days I was in recovery, and I never heard the end of how dangerous the tournament was from both Draco and my brother. When I was finally better and out of the hospital wing we had the whole day off from classes. Professor Flitwick gathered all the Ravenclaws up and we were separated by boys and girls. He was telling us about the Yule Ball and how on Christmas Eve night everyone would gather in the great hall for the party. He informed me as well as everyone that I would be having the first dance along with the other champions. So today was our dance lesson. It was honestly great to learn and I couldn’t stop thinking about how Draco was going to ask me.

Over the next week I was waiting for Draco to ask me, but he hasn’t yet. I’ve had a few other guys ask me, but I politely declined. I was sitting on the edge of the fountain trying to figure out a way to open this stupid egg without it blasting my eardrums out.

“Y/N?” I looked up to see Draco walking over to me. He looked nervous, but I gave him a smile.

“Hello love.” I said. He smiled, but pulled out a box from behind his back and handed it to me.

“What’s this?” I asked,

“Open it.” He said and I undid the perfectly done green bow. I took the top off the silver colored box and gasped. Inside was a pair of emerald earrings and a sapphire necklace.

I looked up at him in both awe and confusion.

“Will you do me the honor of being my date to the Yule Ball?” He asked and I hopped up, attacking him in a hug.

“Of course Draco! Also these are beautiful.” I said looking back down at the box.

“I didn’t know if you had a dress already, but if not was I hoping I could convince you to wear a green one?” He asked and I smiled.

“Sorry love, I already have one. My Mother sent me a dress. It’s blue and silver, but I will still gladly wear these earrings.” I said and gave him a peck.

“I’m sure you’ll look beautiful.” He said and kissed me deeper.

“Draco, stop, I really need to work on getting this egg open.” I said, pushing him away with a smile.

“Come on love, you could use a break from this stupid egg.” He said wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I just want to know how to open this damn thing.” I said with a sigh.

A few weeks went by and it was finally time for the Yule Ball. I got dressed and put on the jewelry that Draco had gotten for me. I did a blue and silver eye makeup with winged eyeliner, and finished the look off with a nude pink tinted lip.

I smiled at myself in the mirror. I looked amazing… I walked down to the great hall. Everyone stared at me in awe and Draco smiled at me. He met me at the bottom of the steps and kissed my hand.

“You look beautiful love. Absolutely perfect.” He said and I blushed.

“You look very handsome too, Draco.” I said.

“Shall we?” He asked, offering me his arm.

“We shall.” I said taking it. We walked over to the entrance. Professor McGonagall placed us in order and we waited for the cue to walk in. Soon we were motioned to enter and we walked in to everyone clapping and cheering. Each of us got in position and waited for the music to start. Draco and I were dancing expertly and soon other people joined in.

The night was filled with dancing, laughter, and eating. Draco and I have been inseparable all night. The Weird Sisters even performed some songs, it was a perfect night. Draco had pulled me away and ran to an empty hall. He suddenly stopped and pushed me against the wall.

“I hate seeing them stare.” He growled in my ear.

“Everyone knows I’m yours, Draco.” I said with a sly smile.

“They will.” He whispered and started kissing my neck, obviously leaving marks. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

“Draco stop! Someone will catch us.” I said, trying to push him off. He finally stopped and gave me a smirk.

“Now we can go back.” He said and started walking back to the ball.

“You tease.” I grumbled and followed him.

“You know you love it.” He said putting his arms around my waist.

The next day I needed to relax after all the dancing, my feet were killing me. I went to the fifth floor prefects bathroom, the best bathroom in my opinion. I brought the stupid egg with me becuase I still couldn’t open it without it screeching. I filled the large tub and slipped in with the egg in my hands.

“You stupid egg, what on earth am I going to do with you?” I asked myself. I looked at the water and suddenly got an idea.

“Worth a shot.” I mumbled and pushed it under the water. I held my breath and followed under it.

“Come seek us where our voices sound. We cannot sing above the ground. An hour long you’ll have to look, to recover what we took.” The voices sang. I returned to above water and thought about it for a bit.

“So the next task is in the Black Lake and we only have an hour, but what are we retrieving?” I asked myself.

“Guess I have to find a way to breathe underwater…” I sighed. I finished my bath and quickly went back to my room.

I was walking around the grounds of Hogwarts trying to find Harry. He helped me with the first round, so now it was my turn to help him. Finally someone told me they saw him near the bridge. I rushed there and found him talking to Hermione.

“Hey, Potter!” I called and he turned around.

“Y/N.” He said.

“How are you?” I asked.

“Spectacular.” He said sarcastically.

“Harry, listen, I realised I never properly thanked you for tipping me off about the dragons.” I said.

“Forget about it. I’m sure you would have done the same for me.” He said.

“Exactly! Which is why I’m telling you that you should take your egg underwater.” I said and he looked at me confused.

“Trust me.” I said and walked off. I walked to the library to try and find something to help me breath under water. I was studying when someone sat down next to me. I looked up and saw Draco.

“What are you doing, love?” He asked.

“Trying to think of a way to breathe underwater.” I sighed.

“Would you like me to help?” He offered.

“That’d be helpful, thank you.” I said pushing a book to him. The two of us were looking for anything, but so far nothing that would last an hour or longer.

“Hey Y/N/N, Malfoy, what are you doing?” Cedric asked, walking over to us, he narrowed his eyes at Draco.

“Trying to find a way to breathe underwater.” I groaned.

“What about the bubble charm?” He said and my eyes lit up.

“I totally forgot about that! Ced, you’re the best! I said, jumping up and hugged him.

“Anything for my little sis.” He said with a chuckle.

“Mr. Malfoy, Professor McGonagall needs you in her office.” Miss. Pince said.

“Um alright?” He said, confused. I gave him a peck and he left.

“Would you help me put these away?” I asked my brother and he nodded. We talked about the tournament and he once again was telling me how I shouldn’t be doing this.

The next day the Weasley twins were taking bets on who would win this task. I was walking with my brother, trying to look around for Draco. I haven’t seen him since the library last night… I was playing with my hands, something I did when I was nervous and Cedric noticed.

“Hey, everything’s gonna be fine.” He said, grabbing one of my hands.

“I know.” I said. We finally made it to the lake and everyone was ready to start.

“Welcome to the second task! Last night something was stolen from each of our champions. A treasure of sorts. These four treasures, one for each champion, now lie on the bottom of the Black Lake. In order to win each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface. Simple enough. Except for this, they will only have one hour to do so and one hour only. After that they’ll be on their own.” Dumbledore’s voice boomed.

“You may begin at the start of the cannon.” He continued and once again Filch fired the cannon. We all jumped in and I quickly casted the bubble charm. I started swimming around trying to find whatever this treasure was. After a bit I heard some singing and quickly swam towards it. When I got there I saw Draco tied down by his ankle and my eyes widened. Harry was also there staring confused at the four people, but there wasn’t time for that. I quickly casted a spell to break the rope on Draco and grabbed him. I looked at Harry and tapped my watch that Cedric let me borrow. He nodded and I swam to the surface. We both got on the platform and people handed us towles right away. He coughed and then looked at me.

“You’re alright.” I said and kissed him. Cedric ran over and hugged me tightly.

“Y/N! You did it!” He said excitedly and I smiled. I did, I came in first! Soon Krum and Harry joined us and the judges went to go discusses something.

“Attention! Attention! The winner is Miss. Diggory!” Dumbledore announced and Draco gathered me in his arms.

“I knew you could do it!” He said and kissed me.

“For showing unique command of the bubblehead charm. The way I see it, Mr. Potter would have finished first had it not been for his determination to rescue not only Mr. Weasley but the others as well. We’ve agreed to award him second place! For outstanding moral fibre.” Dumbledore said and his friends cheered. After that we all returned to land and all we had was the last task. That night I celebrated with my friends and family for my great achievement.

Finally it was time for the last task. I was nervous once again, but I knew I needed to push through it. I walked into the large arena with my Father and everyone was cheering. My brother followed behind us and gave me a quick hug then wished me luck. Draco ran down the stands and pulled me to him.

“Please be safe.” He whispered.

“I promise, love. I’ll be out in no time.” I said smiling at him.

“I love you.” He said and kissed me.

“I love you too, now go back before they start it.” I said and he rushed back to his seat. The music stopped and all eyes were on Dumbledore.

“Earlier today Professor Moody placed the Tri-Wizards cup deep within the maze. Only he knows it’s exact position. Now as Miss. Diggory…” He was cut off by people cheering.

“And Mr. Potter tied for first position they will be the first to enter the maze. Followed by Mr. Krum…” He was once again cut off by cheering.

“The first person to touch the cup will be the winner. I’ve instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter, if at any point should a contestant wish to withdraw from the task he or shee need only sent up red sparks with their wands. Contestants, gather round. In the maze you’ll find not dragons or creatures of the deep. Instead you’ll face something more challenging. You see, people change in the maze. Oh find the cup if you can, but be very weary you could just lose yours;ves along the way.” He said and we looked at him a bit confused.

“Champions! Prepare yourselves.” Mad-Eye shouted. I hugged my Dad and then moved to the beginning of the maze.

“On the count of three… One…” Again, Filch fired early. Harry and I ran inside and now it was time to find the cup. There were so many noises and the maze really liked changing, this was gonna be harder than I thought…

I was running around trying desperately to find the end. Something felt wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I was walking through when the walls decided to change again. I ran so I wouldn’t get closed in and luckily made it through. However, Viktor was on the other side and he started attacking me. I tried hiding behind one of the walls and shot some jinx at him. He wouldn’t stop and he kept trying to come at me. Harry suddenly showed up between us and he looked at me confused.

“Get down!” I shouted and he ducked his head. I finally hit him and I ran to finish the job. How dare he attack me! Harry ran between us and stopped me.

“No stop! He’s bewitched Y/N!” He said and I tried to push him off me.

“Get off me!” I shouted.

“He’s bewitched!” He shouted again and I snapped out of it. I looked up and saw the cup, finally. I ran to the cup with Harry following me. I was so close, but something grabbed my leg and sent me tumbling to the ground. Harry looked back at me and saw me horribly stuck to the ground while being dragged backwards.

“Harry! Harry!” I begged. Harry stopped and looked back at the cup, but decided to actually help me. He helped me up and I sighed in relief.

“I thought you were gonna let it get me for a moment.” I said.

“For a moment, so did I.” He admitted and we both looked at the cup.

“Some game, huh?” I said.

“Some game.” He agreed. The wind started blowing hard once again and I tried to push Harry to the cup.

“Go. Take it, you saved me!” I shouted over the wind.

“Together, on three.” He said and I nodded.

“One, two, three!” He said and we both grabbed it.

Suddenly we were in a graveyard and not Hogwarts. I looked over to make sure Harry was still with me and he was.

“You alright?” I asked.

“Yeah, you?” He asked and I nodded.

“Where are we?” I asked, confused.

“I’ve been here before.” He said getting up. I went over to the cup to examine it.

“It’s a portkey. Harry! The cup is a portkey!” I said

“I’ve been here before in a dream. Y/N, we have to get back to the cup, now!” He shouted and I was even more confused.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. Harry groaned in pain and held his scar.

“What is it?” I asked, rushing over to him.

“Get back to the cup!” He groaned in pain. Someone walked out from a building and he was holding something.

“Who are you? What do you want?” I shouted while holding my wand up.

“Kill the spare.” Whatever he was holding said and blackness overtook me.

Voldemort had returned to his full form and I watched as Harry battled him. I appeared to him along with a few others.

“Harry, when the connection is broken you must get to the portkey. We can delay it for a moment to give you time but only a moment, do you understand?” A man that looked like him asked, I’m assuming it was his Father.

“Harry, take my body back will you? Take my body to my family and tell Draco I’m so sorry and that I love him.” I said and he nodded.

“Let go. Sweetheart you’re ready, let go! Let go!” A woman, I’m assuming his Mother said. Harry let go and we all rushed to Voldemort to distract him enough.

Draco’s POV

Potter had won. He was of course the one to win. I rolled my eyes at everyone cheering and glared at him. That’s when I noticed Y/N was on the ground with him. He was crying over her and she wasn’t moving… No… It can’t be! I ran down and pushed my way through the teachers.

“Y/N! Y/N! No!” I cried as the cheering died down.

“You! You did this to her!” I growled at Potter.

“No! It was Voldemort. He’s back, he’s back! Voldemort’s back! Y/N, she asked me to bring her body back. I couldn’t just leave her, not there.” He cried and I felt my blood run cold. He couldn’t be back… That’s something to worry about another time.

“S-She asked me to tell you that she’s sorry and that she loves you.” He said and I finally let the tears fall.

“Y/N!” I cried and held her close to me. I tuned everything else out after that. I didn’t even notice when her family kneeled down beside me. She couldn’t be gone, she just couldn’t! How was I supposed to do anything without her here by my side? We were supposed to have a future together! She was supposed to live a full and happy life! I can’t do anything without her… She was my everything…

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I want to know more about how Jimmy befriended Kayleigh, Frankie, and Jack.

ax me a question.

so just up top, i don't actually know what a meta is but im picking up the vibes that basically i just ramble about something which as we all know is RIGHT up my street so here we fucking go

I have to say, this is subject to change, but listen, you're not always best friends with someone straight away. That's not to say you're enemies just cos you don't know each other, but i guess my point is jimmy met jack and frankie and knew them before he considered them ride or die. Frankie took his little brother to america after Jack got out of a juvenile detention center, see jack bottled someone at a football game -- it was essentially an accident, as much as something like that can be.

I think Jack thought this would be a fresh start, but when he got to america, he hated it.

Frankie was in a bit of a different situation, see, Frankie was in fuck it mode. he'd just lost everything, and was lying to jack telling him he was on the run from mobsters when really his alcoholism had torn his marriage apart.

Frankie got in with Elizabeth, Elizabeth sold a metric fuck tonne of drugs out of her apartment block, she had her own heavies, and while she wasn't exactly a "gang" she was associated with a few. She was very much the connection between street-level and the more organized stuff going on in the city, Frankie had worked for Arthur Thomson (or maybe an analogue for him, feels weird to throw in one random real gangster but this is a meta - i don't know if i would ever write about this stuff outside of something like this), so he knew generally how to schmooz his way up the ladder relatively quickly, and had previous connections in america due to his time there in idk, the 80s or something, i'm not saying he'd been to america but maybe the other way around - this is where it all gets a bit hazy, this is the sort of nuts and bolts of the situations.

POINT IS when jimmy entered the situation he was only like maybe sixteen, jack was seventeen and the roles were very much reversed at the start - i'm sort of getting ahead of myself but jack very much thought he was looking out for jimmy, despite jimmy doing some crazy stuff. I know he doesn't seem it, but jack can fucking scrap, he's not really a weapons man -- sure, he WILL shoot, but the way jimmy and jack worked together was very much mafia style, that's to say close-range doing someone in in their car kind of deal.

SO jack was down, missed his old life, and frankie had been saying he should get out more. Jack sold drugs too, so would sometimes come with frankie to Elizabeths. So, Jimmy, Jack and Frankie had all sort of met, in that kind of "oh, this is my friend who happens to be in my house while you're here" "hi hows it goin" way. i know, i know, you're probably thinking jesus boab, you've written a thesis just to say "they just been knowin each other", but listen, my point with this is like, some people might have mad stories of how they met their best friend, but i bet a vast majority are kinda like this.

They grew closer after a party, only minorly, Jimmy would buy weed off of jack, stop at his house, the two would talk -- and this is important, because jimmy didn't talk to many people back then. Frankie liked to pretend he'd adopted Jimmy, and honestly with Jimmy's unhealthy obsession with father-figures you'd think it would be a match made in heaven, but even when he was a kid Jimmy would sort of push back against this -- assert his dominance, sort of put frankie in his place every so often if he was being a dick, especially when it came to women. Listen, i can't rightly say Jimmy's an ally to women in any way shape or form, but frankie's worse.

The night everything went down, and Jimmy killed Elizabeth, he hid out at jacks, the two did coke and talked the whole night, wide-eyed in jacks kitchen, smoking an unhealthy amount of cigarettes and weed going over and over and over and over what happened the night before. Jimmy put a hole in jacks wall, and instead of going nuts, jack shook jimmy's hand.

So kayleigh came in later, and i'm not gonna lie, is underdeveloped in the whole backstory regard. i have a really good grasp on her character, and i'm not gonna lie, i find her kind of boring to rp because of how little conflict she herself has going on. this is getting really fucking long and i'm only just touching on kayleigh. wild. anyways my point is she knows what she's about, she's sort of the mother of the group, the heart, and as much as i'm saying i find her boring to rp she actually gets quite a lot of play in the first draft of the novel i wrote, im not saying she's at all like marty mcfly but like what i mean is some characters are static, some don't have arcs, at the point i pick up in the story on the mAd TiMeLiNe she knows exactly what she's about. So this is just all explanation for some really boring backstory which is just "she decided to move to america bc apparently her brothers were doing well and moms dead so whatever", she came over, and while during the sort of mafia years she was definitely apart of the CREW that did JOBS, that was never what she wanted to do. idk especially with the scottish characters they're not like movie characters they're more people i know. i know girls who, and it may just be because of the utter ineptitude of us blokes, are basically mothers. now these girls can party as hard as the boys, they can scrap, but there's this added layer of i will look after you if you need to spew. im literally just talking about empathy but as a boy i can tell u that shit is rare, you gotta coax empathy out of us. while jack is jimmy's best friend, he's not too bright, kayleigh however doesn't steer jimmy wrong. she tends his bar, she's happy. she was always a good friend to zoe too. everyone was, and that went a long way with jimmy. she was one of the only ones who repeatedly tried to get zoe clean, but she was never a pushover either. Jack, Frankie, they would give her money sometimes because they didn't understand the way kayleigh did.

if u cba reading all this basically: jimmy jack and frankie started hanging after they all partied together and then kayleigh joined in for the banter

#boab rambles for 4 hours #do i have a headcanon tag yet??

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Chapter 2: Marriage Talk

Later that night, Ponyboy had just finished his homework. Soda and Irene were in bed. The three siblings all shared a bed. The house they lived in was two-storyish with only two beds. The bed that Soda, Irene, and Pony shared was big enough to fit all three of them.

"Soda, why is Darry so mean?" Ponyboy asked as he took off his pants and belt. Soda smiled.

"Get your butt over here and I'll tell ya." Soda said. Ponyboy crawled in between Soda and Irene, his back facing his brother. Their sister sniffed, and sighed in her sleep. Soda wrapped his arm around Pony.

"Darry ain't mean, he jus' has a lot more responsibilities since mom an’ dad dies. He is lookn' after the three of us, an' he has to pay the bills. That's why I dropped out of school, to help Darry." Soda whispered. He closed his eyes, then remembered he wanted to tell his brother and sister something. Soda smiled. He gently leaned over Ponyboy, and shook her. Irene jumped, and turned her head to look at him.

"Soda? What the hell?" She asked, sleep lacing her voice. She turned onto her back, brushing her hair out of her face. She was wearing a white tank top and sleep shorts.

"I'm ganna marry Sandy." Soda said. She looked at Soda like he was crazy. Sandy was Soda's girlfriend. Her eyebrows met in confusion.

"Why now? She's what, sixteen, seventeen, and you're eighteen. What are ya goin' to tell Darry when you come home with little Soda’s and little Sandy’s runnin' around?" She asked. Soda laughed.

"Nah, we're not that far in yet, Irene," he said. He then frowned. “Promise me you both won't tell Darry." She and Ponyboy nodded.

"Yeah, we promise." He said. Their sister closed her eyes, falling asleep again. Soda smiled.

"Thanks Pony, Irene." Soda closed his eyes, his arm still draped over Pony.

"Hey Soda." Pony said.

"Hm?" Soda hummed.

"What's it like, falling in love?" Ponyboy asked. Soda sighed in happiness.

"It's nice. Both Irene and I can tell ya that."

//Sorry this chapter is short. The third chapter will be longer I promise. Also, it is 2:31 am and I have work tomorrow. Guess who can’t sleep and solves the problem by staying up on her phone. Yay!!//

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Chapter 3 - (Y/n), Julie, and the Phantoms

3rd Person POV

(Y/n)'s head whips around as she catches sight of Julie, who's holding a cross up in front of her face.

"Are you still here?" Julie asks and (Y/n) darts over to stand at her friend's side. "Whatever you are?" Julie sighs after a moment, lowering the cross. "I know I saw something. I'm not crazy."

There's a whoosing noise and a the two girls whip around again. "Well, we're all a little crazy," the guy in the middle says.

Julie screams again and (Y/n) claps her hands over her ears again.

"Oh my God!" the guy in pink exclaims, putting a hand to his ear.

"Please stop screaming!" (Y/n) agrees.

Julie stops and relieved expression slides itself onto (Y/n)'s face.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my mom's studio?" Julie asks.

"Your mom's studio? This is our studio. Trust me, my . . . " The middle guy says and Julie hold the cross up as he comes nearer and he slides across the grand piano. "The grand piano is new, and . . . and . . . and . . . My couch!" the guy jumps onto the couch, sighing happily.

(Y/n)'s eyebrows, by this point, had almost disappeared into her hair.

"That's definitely not my six-string," The guy on the couch says sitting up.

"Yeah, that's because it's mine," (Y/n) says, stepping forward to set her drumsticks on the piano.

"Can you give me just one second?" the guy asks, climbing off the couch to stand on the table. Julie raises the cross again. "Just . . . give me a second. Thank you."

The three have a hushed conversation about ghosts and or witches when the guy in pink steps forward. "Why are you in our studio?" he asks.

Julie throws her fist at the guy and it goes straight through him.

"Huh?" (Y/n) asks, her head tilting to one side.

"Oh my gosh! How did you do that?" Julie asks and (Y/n) nods, her (E/c) eyes wide.

"Clearly, you're not understanding . . . They don't get it," the guy in pink turn to look at his friends. "Okay, look. We're ghosts, all right? We're just three ghosts, and we're really happy to be home. So thank you for the flowers. They really brighten up the room."

"We're in a band called Sunset Curve," the guy who had been looking at (Y/n)'s bass says.

"Tell your friends," the dark brown haired guy says and (Y/n)'s eyes flash with amusement.

"Last night was supposed to be a really big night for us. It was gonna change our lives."

"I'm uh . . ." the pink guy says. "I'm pretty sure it did."

"This is freaking me out," Julie says, breathing sharply and pulling out her phone.

"What is that? What are you doing?" The guy on the right says.

"It's my phone," Julie says matter-of-factly. "No! Stop talking to them. They aren't real. There's no such things as cute ghosts."

"Oh, think we're cute?" the dark brown haired guy says.

"Oh, not me," (Y/n) says with a shake of her head. "I play for the other team. If you know what I mean?"

The dude in pink nods in understanding as Julie looks sharply at the dark brown haired guy.

"Who you callin'?" the guy in pink asks.

"I'm Googling Sunset Swerve," Julie tell him.

"Sunset Curve!" all three guys say in unison.

"Whoa." Julie says, pulling up an article on her phone and (Y/n) looks at it over her shoulder.

"There is a Sunset Curve," (Y/n) says, looking back up at the three.

"You did die," Julie adds, "twenty-five years ago."

"What? No. No, no, no," the dark brown haired guy says. "Th-that's impossible. After we floated out of the ambulance, all we did was go to that weird, dark room where Alex cried."

"Well . . ." comes Alex's voice, slightly high pitched now. "I don't think . . . I think we were all pretty upset. Okay."

"But that was just for like an hour," the guy to Alex's right says. "We just showed up here."

"Look," Julie sighs softly. "I'm just telling you what my phone says. See? You died in 1995. When you were seventeen."

"It's 2020 now," (Y/n) tells them.

"So, this is the future?" the guy to Alex's left asks.

"Wait," Alex says. "So . . . So, it has been twenty-five years. I have been crying for twenty-five years? How is that possible?"

"Oh, believe me, I know what that's like. I think I'm at six, and counting," (Y/n) says, looking at Alex.

"Well, you're a very emotional person," the guy on the left points out.

"I am not!" Alex retorts.

"Thought you were afraid to come out here," Carlos, Julie's little brother says, walking into the studio. "You talking to your ghost friend? How does he look? Is he hideous?"

"What do you want?" Julie asks her brother.

"A normal sister for once. Hi (Y/n). It's time to eat," Carlos says and (Y/n) waves to the younger boy, and then Carlos leaves.

"He couldn't see you," (Y/n) realizes.

"Yeah, I mean, that's . . ." the guy on Alex's right says.

"Usually how ghosts work," Alex continues and the guy on his right hums in agreement.

Julie sighs and steps through the line of ghosts. "Look, I'm very sorry for what happened to you guys, but this isn't your studio anymore," Julie tells them and motions for (Y/n) to come stand beside her. "You have to leave," (Y/n) and Julie step out of the studio.

"But wait. We . . ."the guy on Alex's left now - the ghosts had turned around - says. "We didn't get your names."

"It's Julie," Julie says.

"(Y/n)."

"Cool," the guy chuckles. "I'm Luke," Julie levels the cross at them and (Y/n) gently takes the cross from her friend's hand, "by . . . by the way. And this is -"

The other guy interupts now, "Reggie. I'm Reggie. Hey," he waves.

"And -"

"Alex," Alex says. "How's it goin'?"

"Ba-da," Luke says softly, raising his hands a little.

"Okay," Julie says, walking away.

(Y/n) shrugs, but then laughs as Reggie comments, "Julie seems nice."

"Did you miss the part where she kicked us out, or . . . " Alex trails off, turning to look at (Y/n).

"I wish I could help. I really do," (Y/n) tells Alex. "But I don't live here." she says apologetically, then she jogs after Julie, back towards the house.

Word Count: 1060 words

So yeah, I'm halfway through episode one at this point, and I already love this!

I'll see you guys soon, probably later today, if I'm being honest.

Love,

Kaitlynn ❤️😍

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“Redemption” Chapter 16

AU: Supernatural Title: Redemption Chapter: Sixteen Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Word Count: 1,895 Pairing: Getting There…. Warnings: Flashbacks, references to wounds from previous chapters A/N: This chapter flips between (Y/N)’s POV and more of Dean’s POV. So sorry for the delay. Working F/T + homeschooling my kid + my husband having surgery.... it’s been busy.

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*Dean’s POV

Dean glanced back at (Y/N) in the rear-view mirror of his beloved Impala. They had all gotten some rest at the cabin, and were even sorry to say goodbye to the place when they left for Bobby’s, but Sam and Dean knew it was the best place to go for now. Bobby could help them track the demon that had attacked (Y/N), for starters. (Y/N) would also be safe with Bobby, at his house, while the two brothers hunted the demon down. For now, she sat quietly and watched the scenery pass by. He knew she had questions, he would think she was crazy if she didn’t, but he didn’t want to be the one to bring them up. He and his brother had agreed, no more secrets with her, of any kind, but he didn’t have a single clue on how to broach the subject. Somehow, he didn’t think, ‘hey, sorry about that back there, we should have told you there as a demon in town,’ would be a good start.

Sam sat in the passenger side of the car, also watching the landscape go by in a blur. It was a rare moment when Sam wasn’t engulfed in his laptop or a book but Dean figured they could all use a break for a minute, even from research. Classic rock resonated from the speakers, just barely loud enough for the three of them to register it. Other than that, the sound of the vehicle on the highway was all that could be heard. Oddly enough, the ride seemed less tense than some of the drives they had taken previously. Maybe it was because Dean had also decided that he would stop trying to distance himself from (Y/N). She was apparently in it for the long haul, so what was the point? More importantly, he knew it was his actions that had pushed her out the motel door and into the demon’s grip. It was his fault she had been strung up and essentially tortured. There was a lot of work to do to try make up for his stupidity and the pain it had caused. His grip tightened on the wheel as he subconsciously clenched his jaw, thinking back on it.

---- *(Y/N)’s POV

The drive to Bobby’s was long. Despite being back with Sam and Dean, and even with Dean acting like a caring human for once, you’d never felt so alone. You tried not to think about all of the things you had learned, or remembered, over the past week. You chose, instead, to stare blankly out the rear window of the Impala. In spite of your efforts, the memories continued to surface in your mind.

You were an only child, and your parents were the only family you had ever had. Sure, you had friends and you had dated before, but your parents were your only blood. Now they were gone, and you were really, truly alone. To top it off, you knew you could never go home, either. You could never go to their graves and weep for them or try to apologize. You were surprised you hadn’t been arrested by now. Did the police not know you were the culprit? They must have found fingerprints all over your parents’ home left by you and the black-eyed man, whoever he was. Maybe they were searching for you now. Were you putting Sam and Dean at risk? Would they be charged for harboring a fugitive? You had no idea. A tear slipped down your face as your emotions became too much. You quickly wiped it away and ducked your head, suddenly very interested in your hands.

“(Y/N)?” It was Dean’s that spoke. It was odd hearing his tone laced with concern.

“Hmm?” you couldn’t bring yourself to verbalize a reply, the tears threatening to spill over.

“You ok?” he asked softly.

You nodded, refusing to look up, and tried to take a steady breath. You felt exhausted.

“What’s goin on in that head?” Sam’s attention was on you, now.

Taking a deep breath, you looked up, your gaze meeting the younger Winchester’s. Concern was etched into his features as his hazel eyes searched yours.

“I, um,” you glanced away, unable to finish the thought while looking at him. You closed your eyes before continuing, “I think might have done something, something before meeting you.”

You hadn’t meant to talk about it now, but the words slipped out before you could catch them. You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat and fought the abrupt urge to open the car door and jump out. The prospect of being ran over suddenly became more appealing than continuing the conversation. Opening your eyes once more, you focused again on your hands, picking anxiously at the cuticle of your thumb nail.

“Something like what, (Y/N)?” Sam pressed.

“I’m not sure, I think I might have hurt some people…” you trailed off, remembering the nightmares you had had since leaving the hospital with the Winchesters. If you killed your parents, did that mean the nightmares were real? Had you hurt anyone else?

“Why,” Dean cleared his throat, “Why do you, uh, say that?”

Daring to meet his eyes in the rearview mirror, you whispered, “I think I remember it.”

It was silent for what felt like a lifetime. You missed the shared look between the brothers in the front seat as you went back to staring at your hands.

“What do you remember?” the younger man turned toward you.

“I, um, well, I’m not….sure,” you finished lamely, they would think you were crazy if you told them the subway story, you were sure of it.

“Do you remember meeting us, before the hospital?” Dean’s eyes found yours in the mirror once more as his grip tightened on the steering wheel.

You nodded slowly, forcing yourself to maintain the eye contact. You couldn’t find the words to answer him. This wasn’t the direction you wanted to take the conversation and that asphalt under the tires was becoming more tempting by the second.

“All of it?” he barely whispered, his gaze flitting between the rearview mirror and the road at an alarming rate.

You shook your head, looking back at your hands before replying, “I remember a warehouse, or something- um, some kind of empty building… and fighting with the two of you. It’s--” you swallowed, emotion bubbling up within you, “um, kind of hazy, but I remember being tied to a chair.” Tears began to slowly spill from your eyes.

“Is that why you ran?”

You nodded, closing your eyes tightly.

“(Y/N),” Sam’s voice was raw with emotion. Just the way he said your name almost sounded like he was pleading with you.

Dean pulled the Impala off of the highway and onto a dirt road that stretched out toward a farm in the distance. You wrapped your arms about your waist, trying to cling to something- anything- and to hold yourself together. You were so confused, all of the distorted memories and nightmares swirled in your mind, pooling and muddling together. Your resolve began to crumble as tears streamed freely down your face. You held your breath in an attempt to keep from sobbing.

You faintly registered the sound of car doors opening and shutting as you held yourself. Suddenly, the warmth of strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you sideways into a broad chest. The scent of leather with faded hints of fire overwhelmed you. You buried your face in your hands as you continued to cry, trying desperately to keep yourself from breaking down entirely.

“Let it out,” Dean soothed as he rubbed circles on your back, letting you cry into his shirt. You briefly wondered why it was Dean, why not Sam? The thought left as soon as it came as Dean rocked you slowly, holding you together for you as you let go.

--- *Dean’s POV

Sam and Dean had exited the car together, just as soon as the car was parked. The younger Winchester leaned against the hood of the Impala, running his hands through his long hair, while his older brother climbed into the back seat with (Y/N). God, she was hurt. Confusion was evident in her tone as she relayed what few images she had pieced together, and Dean felt like shit. He should have listened to Sam. He should have told her everything, the moment they brought her back to that first motel with them.

The memories of those first few days with (Y/N) came rushing back as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him. Sam had left the motel, went to get supplies or something, leaving Dean and (Y/N) alone. Out of genuine concern he had helped her tend to the wound on her head, regret filling him to his core as he did. He knew she only had stitches because of them. The hunt had gone all wrong, and they had ended up fighting her into submission and into that stupid chair. They exorcised the demon and saved the girl, or so he had thought. He had no idea how broken she was and how much work there was left before she could be considered ‘saved.’

“Let it out,” his voice was rough with emotion as he rubbed circles on her back, urging her to relax, to breathe. He knew he and Sam had a lot to explain but that could wait. Right now, she needed to get this out of her system and he didn’t intend to let her do it on her own.

Sam began pacing outside of the car. He knew Dean had (Y/N), he knew his brother cared for her and knew she was in good hands, but none of that knowledge seemed to quell the anxiety within him. He checked the watch on his wrist every few minutes, not wanting to delay getting to Bobby’s. He had a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach, urging him not to linger in one place for too long. After fifteen minutes he slid back into the passenger seat of the car, looking behind him at his brother and (Y/N). Dean’s shirt was soaked in tears and his eyes welled with emotion while he held her tightly to him. She looked small and vulnerable against his brother. He met his Dean’s gaze and the elder Winchester nodded; he knew they needed to head out. After a moment of hesitation, he instructed Sam to drive, he would sit in the back with (Y/N) for a bit. The keys still hung in the ignition, making it easy for Sam to slide over into the driver seat and start the car back up.

The uneasy feeling that he had was growing ever stronger, pushing him to move faster than he would have normally. He turned the car around and got back onto the highway, accelerating until he was well over the speed limit. If Dean or (Y/N) noticed the speed they didn’t say anything. Dean continued to hold onto their upset friend until she relaxed in his arms and eventually fell asleep, the emotions having taken a toll on her. Sam couldn’t explain the urgency behind his movements or why he suddenly felt so anxious, he only knew they needed to get to Bobby’s, and fast.

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sadienita · 5 years

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Seventeen Babies

Seungcheol

The Pregnancy

100% planned

His life is way to crazy and busy for you to be getting pregnant just willy nilly

He didn’t want to be taken by surprise

This just means he’s more ready

You think that he’s actually going to explode when you tell him

You’ve never seen him so excited

You have to make sure that you stop him from telling the news to everyone he knows to early

He really wants to be a father and now it’s happening

Also y’all gotta get goin on those 4 kids he wants

The most doting husband ever

He already likes to take care of you

But now that you're pregnant you aren’t doing a thing for yourself

He’ll reach for anything up high even if you can get it

He won’t let you lift a thing

He trusts you, he does

But he’s just worried that any little bit of stress will cause issues with the pregnancy

The only moments he calms down are the ones where your little bean is kicking

You put his hand on your belly and get him to stop and take it in fro a moment

He’s so in love already it’s so sweet

He reads to your baby each night and talks about how strong they are and how well they kick

The baby is already his pride and joy

L&D

He’s very prepared for when your water breaks

He’s read a LOT of mommy blogs

He’s the reason you even know what a hospital bag and a birth plan are

Honestly you’d think he’s the one that was going to push this baby out

He’s very calm about driving you to the hospital and getting you settled into your room

You can see his excitement though

When you have quiet moments he gets this big smile on his face

“Honey, we’re about to be parents! I’m gonna be a dad!”

His excitement is infectious

You’re already excited about having a child with him

But the nurses and doctors all get large smiles when they see how eager he is

They love excited soon to be parents

He keeps you as comfortable as he can in between checks of your cervix to see if you’re ready to push

When it’s time he lets you get his hand in a death grip

He coaches you through each push

He did insist on birthing classes after all

He attention is fully focused on you until he hears his little girl cry

You see the love in his eye from the first moment

As they place your newborn daughter in your arms you know that neither of you have ever been so in love with anyone or anything in your entire lives

Newborn Moments

He’s such a sweet, gentle dad

He loves to carry his daughter

In the house he carries her around in his arms

Or he puts her in her baby carrier and takes her out while he runs errands so that you can take a nap or shower

He loves having family and friends over if you’re up to it

He wants the whole world to see his sweet little girl

You think it’s wonderful how much he loves her

But if you had to choose

Your favourite moments are late at night

When you’re both exhausted

And she wakes up crying again

And you want to cry because you swear you just got her to sleep 20 minutes ago

So he gets up and says he’ll take this one

And you hear him over the baby monitor

He sings to her softly and rocks her gently

And he changes every lyric to be about her

Some nights you end up getting up to watch him and you see press a soft kiss to her forehead as she yawns

And he tells her how much he loves her as she falls asleep

He puts her back in her crib before taking you back to bed to get some sleep yourselves

You could not have picked a better man to start a family with

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Wouldn’t Miss A Chance {CH} 20 {FINAL}

a\n: hi everyone here we are with the last chapter of wouldn’t miss a chance and phew i’m sad!!! i loved writing this so much and i love sophie and cal and i love all of you for reading this. i think this is my favorite thing i’ve ever written so :’)) i’m sad for it to be coming to an end

Previous Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen

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CALUM HAD BEEN ACTING WEIRD. He wasn’t around as often with his new job and all, but even when he didn’t have to work and had free time, he was barely ever home. Sophie didn’t think anything of it at first, but after a while, she started to worry. So many different scenarios played through her mind. Where was he? Why was he being distant? Had she done something wrong? She couldn’t think straight. It was driving her absolutely crazy.

She had gotten off work late one night and came home to find Calum in the kitchen at the dining room table in the dim light. He had a bowl of Ramen Noodles in front of him and a beer next to that. Sophie dropped her keys and purse lightly on the counter and sat across from him.

“Are you okay?” She whispered. She wanted to reach out and take his hand in hers, but honestly? She was scared of the rejection she figured she would get. From her own boyfriend.

Calum looked up from his noodles and sighed at her. She had been asking him that way too much lately. He knew the way he was acting was worrying her, but his thoughts were worrying him way more. “I’m fine.” Calum got up and dumped out the rest of his noodles before throwing his beer away. “I’m goin’ to sleep. Night.”

Sophie watched Calum’s back as he walked away from her with a deep frown on her face. “Love you.” She mumbled under her breath, a bit offended that he hadn’t kissed her goodnight or said that he loved her. They said it all the time, or they did up until one week ago, before Calum started acting strange.

Sophie didn’t sleep that night. The only thing she could think about was Calum and why the fuck he was acting weird and ignoring her. He acted like she wasn’t his girlfriend and like they hadn’t been together for months now. The only explanation she could think of was that he was cheating on her. And there was no way she could know for sure unless she asked him.

She was terrified to confront him about it, honestly. Sophie never wanted to believe that Calum would do that to her, but what else was she supposed to think? He had been acting like she didn’t exist, barely looked at her, barely touched her. So she told herself that the next day, no matter how nervous or scared she was to approach the subject, she was going to. She had to.

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Sophie could have thrown up she was so nervous. She sat at the dining room table with a cup of hot tea between her hands that she had yet to take a sip of, waiting for Calum to come downstairs. Neither of them had to work and Ashton was already out, so she figured it was the best time to ask him and to get it over with. If she didn’t she wouldn’t sleep and she would be nauseous until she did.

“Hey,” Calum’s gruff voice greeted her and she watched with a blank face as he poured himself a cup of coffee that she had made for him and Ashton.

“Can we talk?” Sophie’s voice was quiet and shaky and Calum noticed instantly when he looked at her that she wasn’t okay. She had bags under her eyes, her skin was pale, and her lips were chapped from licking them nervously so much. He knew it was because he was ignoring her and he felt the guilt pile up on him. She didn’t deserve to be treated the way he was treating her.

“‘Bout what?” Calum acted dumb, sipping his coffee as he sat across from her.

“You know what, Calum.” Sophie sighed tiredly and closed her eyes. She wasn’t going to beat around the bush or explain to him why she wanted to talk to him, he knew exactly why. So, instead of trying to sugarcoat it, she came right out with it. “Are you cheating on me?”

Calum about spit his coffee out. His eyes were wide, mouth open and closing like a fish out of water, in surprise as he tried to find the words to say. Sophie opened her eyes and looked at him expectantly. He was speechless and shaking his head uncontrollably.

Did she really think he would do that to her? He loved her more than anything or anyone else in the world and the mere thought of being with or inside of another girl made him sick. But, he wasn’t surprised that she would think that. He was distant and acting weird. Sophie had every right to think that.

“No, no, Soph,” Calum continued to shake his head. “I-I would never do that to you, okay? I-I love you way too much to even think about another girl. You’re the only person I want. I can’t believe you would think that.”

“Then why the fuck have you been acting so weird, Calum? What else am I supposed to think?” Sophie’s voice cracked, nearly starting to cry thinking about the way her own boyfriend was acting towards her and treating her. “You’ve barely spoken to me or kissed me or acknowledged my mere presence the past week, Calum. What did I do wrong?” The defeat in her voice made Calum want to cry.

“Nothing, baby, nothing.” Calum took her hand in his and squeezed it. “You’ve done nothing wrong. I promise. I-I just-” Calum ran his free hand through his hair. “I just-”

“You just what?” Sophie was losing her patience. He wasn’t even trying to explain himself, just stumbling over his words and babbling. Sophie needed an explanation. “If you’re going to keep acting like this and ignore me I can’t be with-”

“Don’t say what I think you’re about to say,” Calum interrupted. “Don’t say it, Soph.”

“Then what do you want me to say, Cal?”

Calum got up and rushed to the coat rack by the door. Digging in the pockets of his jacket, he pulled out the box that burned a hole in his wallet and his pocket, and nervously sat back down. Setting the velvet box in front of her, Calum spoke. “This is why I’ve been acting weird.” Sophie furrowed her eyebrows. She didn’t understand. A box was making him act weird? “Open it.”

Sophie did so nervously, a gasp leaving her mouth and her hand covering it right after as she stared at the diamond ring in front of her. She rolled her lips into her mouth and ignored the stinging in her eyes as she picked it up and looked at it closely. It was beautiful.

“Calum…” Sophie exhaled. “Is- is this what I think it is?”

“I want to marry you, Soph.” Calum’s words were strong and confident and just about knocked the air out of Sophie’s lungs. She could not believe what she was seeing and hearing. “Call me fucking crazy because maybe I am, but I’m crazy about you, and I want to marry the shit out of you.”

“We’ve- we’ve not even been together for a year, Calum.”

“Time doesn’t matter. I love you. I’m so in love with you, Sophie. I can’t ever see myself or think about my life with anybody but you. You- you’re it for me and, fuck, I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I don’t care if we haven’t been together long, I know you’re what I want and who I want and I know I won’t ever change my mind.” Sophie let the tears fall freely and although Calum didn’t know, they were happy tears. Beyond happy tears. She had never expected Calum to propose anytime soon, so it was a shock to her.

The longer she sat there staring at the ring in silence, never once looking at Calum or opening her mouth to speak, he grew anxious. His legs started to bounce, his palm started to sweat, and he swore he was going to have a stroke. This wasn’t how he wanted to tell her, how to propose to the girl of his dreams, but it didn’t matter, it happened and he couldn’t go back or change time.

“Please say something.”

Sophie finally looked up at him. At the beautiful man she got to call her boyfriend and her expression finally changed. The smile took over her face and she coughed out a disbelieving laugh. With the shake of her head she put the box down and leaned across the table, pressing her lips to Calum’s for the first time in a week. “Yes. Fuck, yes, I’ll marry you.”

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Sophie didn’t wear her ring at work or around Ashton or the rest of the guys. Come to think about it, she only wore it when she and Calum were home alone and when the two of them went out together. She wanted to flaunt it, to show it off, and Calum wanted her too as well, but they hadn’t told anybody yet and they didn’t know how.

Especially Ashton.

They knew he wasn’t a big fan of them being together in the beginning, but after a while he came around to it, but they had no clue how he would react to the news of them being engaged. He would tell them that it was too soon, that they hadn’t even been together for a year, and he would definitely not be happy about it, but they had to tell him. And soon.

“He’s going to flip the fuck out.” Calum repeated for the third time since he and Sophie got into her car. They were driving to meet Ashton out for dinner, knowing that if they told him in a public place he couldn’t freak out too much. “He’ll probably punch me. Again.”

“He can’t cause a scene if we're in a public place, Cal.”

Calum scoffed. “Yes he can. And he totally will.”

Sophie chewed her lip nervously while she and Calum waited for Ashton to join them at the table. Once he was sitting and looking through the menu, Sophie’s nerves skyrocketed. It had been a full two weeks since Calum proposed to Sophie and they had been keeping it from him. Sure, they kept their relationship a secret from him for a few weeks, but they were engaged, this was marriage. It was way more serious.

“What did you guys drag me here for?” Ashton asked. His eyes never left the menu so he couldn’t see how nervous Calum and Sophie were. He couldn’t see Sophie’s leg bouncing under the table and couldn’t see the sweat on Calum’s palms. He was absolutely clueless.

“We have to tell you something.” Sophie spoke up before Calum could. “And you, uh, you might freak out.”

At this, Ashton finally looked up from the menu. He cocked an eyebrow at them and completely forgot about the food he was craving. “What is it? Are you pregnant?”

Calum didn’t give Sophie the chance to tell Ashton that she wasn’t pregnant. He was way too nervous to keep his mouth shut anymore, so like word vomit, it just came out. “We’re getting married.”

If Ashton hadn’t just swallowed his water, it would have been spit out all over the couple in front of him. The couple that he wasn’t okay with at first. The couple that was his younger sister and best friend. He ran a hand down his face as he processed what he had just heard. “I’m sorry, what? You’re getting married?”

“I, uh, I proposed the week before last.”

“Two weeks ago? And you’re just now telling me?”

“We knew this how you would react.” Sophie shrugged.

“Are you sure you both want this? That you’re ready to spend the rest of your lives together? That’s a big commitment, Calum. You know that, right?”

“No shit I know that, Ash. You don’t have to remind me. But it’s what we want, alright? And I get if you don't accept it-”

“I never said that.” Ashton interrupted him, surprising both himself, Sophie, and Calum. “It’s just a lot to take in, but if you’re happy and this is what you want, then I’m okay with it. It’ll be weird having you as my brother-in-law, but I’ll get used to it.” Ashton finally smiled. “I’m happy for you guys. Really, I am.”

Calum couldn’t believe that Ashton hadn’t punched him in the face at the news, but he was happy, ecstatic even, that his best friend was okay with it. He looked at Sophie who was smiling from ear to ear and knew in that moment that he would never be happier. He never believed in love or marriage, but Sophie Irwin changed his mind. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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