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everythingne · 4 months

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hey yall :D!

i've just moved back into my dorm for classes today but i don't start any actual work for a while. im gonna be a bit slower now with work and such but I wanted to let y'all know of some upcoming fics to expect :)! please let me know if any specific ones interest you as i am in a bit of a slump and any encouragement seriously helps <3

growing pains - dr3

(3+1) three times the girls pain makes you and daniel realize they're not always going to be your little ones. (a first period, a first breakup, and moving out) and one time, the girls come back to show all the lessons you've taught them, and that no matter their age they'll always be your little girls.

mrs mclaren - ln4

the winner of the mini series vote for my 300 follower special was lando, friends to lovers/mutual pining, angst/whatever. so born from that is y/n mclaren, the granddaughter of bruce mclaren, who may just have a huge crush on her driver and somehow literally everyone but lando knows.

wasted summers - op81

to try and solve your huge two decades old crush on your childhood best friend, you attempt to capture his love over the short summer break, with the help of F1 twitter and other racers. it goes about how you would expect.

gripped - ln4

Roxanne Powell's quick thinking on a film set saves Lando from serious injury, the moment making an unlikely connection between one of the top Formula One drivers who takes all the fame and glory for his team, and a girl whose work is hardly credited to herself. it takes seeing the other side to open your eyes.

more below (max n logan)

the one with the wedding - mv1

max grapples with the fact he's getting married on his wedding day. slightly inspired by friends and real weddings i've attended. luckily charles and daniel are there to ease his fears, and you end up having a picture perfect monaco wedding.

akin to a pride verse - 'i truly am my fathers child' - mv1

when brought to tears by ruthless bullying by reporters, reina snaps and hits a reporter out of fear, but the media claims its anger. with no other option, hana flies max to london help her daughter out of a depressive episode caused by reina realizing she's more like her father than she ever wants to be. its a conversation that makes max think back on his actions too.

drunk walk home verse - 'stalkers tango' - mv1

isaiah doesn't go away, not after max nearly shatters his nose. late night phone calls, text messages, and dms lead to a break in that terrifies you and the f1 world. luckily, you're away for the break in, but its not safe for you to return alone. don't worry though, max enlists the help of a few drivers to move all your stuff to his while you 'hunt for apartments.'

wing damage ch 2 - mv1

nadine struggles to accept the fact that she's single and alone in her now too big yet claustrophobic apartment. luckily for her, max is only a phone call away. and a few too many drinks lead to what is probably the stupidest decision for two newly single people who are hurting in their own rights.

meet cute, stay cute - ls2

logan keeps having meet-cutes with you throughout london, noticing the same thing each time, a book tucked under your arm. when you move in next door, he capitalizes on the opportunity to make this meet cute permanent by buying you romance books he's recommended by friends and twitter as a means of flirting.

out of the woods ch3 - ls2

dhanishka struggles to accept the fact that even her best performances can be deemed unfit, and the actions of herself when shes drunk. logan struggles to accept he may have cut things off early. charles needs more wine to deal with this.

go fins! - ls2

logan is only following one miami dolphins cheerleader, you. and you don't think its a big deal until he comes to visit to get an honorary helmet for the miami gp, and they have you give it to him. the clips circle for weeks, begging to know if you're dating the driver, and sometimes its more fun to make a rumor be true than to shut it down.

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iamcalmdammit · 1 year

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Take it out on me || [Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader]

Note: The final chapter! Part 1 and part 2 are here, but you don't need them to read this. Ghost is super frustrated before he can finally get you. What do you think?

Long days passed during the mission with Ghost fantasizing about having mind-blowing sex with you in different situations whenever he laid his eyes on you. It was hard to focus with you around and he had to behave as he wasn't supposed to let the others know what was starting between the two of you. But he wanted to touch you, he wanted to tease you to make sure you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

When he finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel when the team went out for a drink, he couldn't help himself and secretly put a hand on your knee, his long fingers grabbing it firmly before moving closer to your inner thigh. You brushed his hand off over and over again, but he didn't give up because he enjoyed the way you tried to hide the mixture of annoyance and arousal you felt.

Once the team temporarily got over the news that Makarov was in the picture again, the six of you departed and Ghost made sure the two of you headed in different directions to avoid suspicion. There was a randevous point you had agreed on previously, so he tried to get there as soon as possible as he was the one with the longest detour. The recurring thought of soon having you in his arms made him excited both physically and mentally, so he tried hard to think about anything but you.

A wide, predatory smile crawled on his lips under the mask when he saw you on the street, waiting for him with your eyes fixed on the screen of your phone. You were so busy that you didn't notice him sneak behind your back and wrap his arms around your body to pull you against his chest. "You shouldn't be this careless, I could be some creep trying to hurt you," he whispered in your ear.

"I was beginning to think you forgot about me," you told him as you turned your head to the side to look at him. "But I'm glad you're here. Now, will you finally tell me where we're going?"

Laughing, he rested his chin on the top of your head and just tried to enjoy this moment. You were free to do whatever you wanted now. After he recharged enough in your presence to function properly again, he took your hand and began to pull you in the direction of the hotel where he reserved a room for the two of you. He didn't want to waste your precious time on silly dates and wait even longer. No, he wanted to spend the night with you under the sheets.

You looked over at him a few minutes later and asked, "Come on, where are we going?"

"I'm not telling you yet."

"Please."

"No."

Then you came to an abrupt halt, let go of his hand and stubbornly folded your arms over your chest. "You either tell me or I'm not going," you stated defiantly.

Letting out a groan, Ghost closed his eyes for a moment. "Why do you have to be so difficult?" he asked you seriously. He didn't understand why you didn't trust him enough to follow his lead without a word. But maybe you were only an obedient little girl in his fantasies and not in real life.

"Because you don't give me a choice."

"Okay, you wanted it," he told you, having had enough of your bratty behavior. Before you could even shoot him a questioning look, he picked you up and put you over his shoulder.

"Hey, no, put me down!" you objected, but he didn't care. You were resisting his request to follow him, so now he was ready to do something about it. "Please, I don't wanna be up here, I'm afraid of heights!"

"Bullshit, you're not," he informed you.

But you didn't give up. "I am suddenly. Come on, this is ridiculous, people are watching!" you tried.

Ghost ignored your resistance and began to walk in the direction of the hotel with you while carefully avoiding passers-by. If this is how you wanted to play, he was willing to play along. To be perfectly honest, it just made him want you more, and he was already planning how to punish you for behaving like this in public.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a police car stop on the other side of the street, and soon two officers were walking in your direction. He was sure they came that way for something or someone else, but then one of them spoke up behind his back.

"Miss, is everything alright?" he asked carefully.

When Ghost turned around, he noticed the man having a hand over his Taser just in case. Great. Just great. This was all he needed, being stopped by cops when he was already losing his patience with you.

"Yes, why?" you asked, completely oblivious to the problem. How could you be so dense sometimes?

"Is he bothering you?" asked the other one.

You pointed at the man holding you. "Who? Him?"

"Yes."

"Oh, he does," you replied with a laugh.

"Y/N," Ghost warned you, fighting the urge to cover his masked face with his hand in embarrassment.

It took you a second to finally catch up. "Oh, wait, you think he's kidnapping me or something? If this is because of the mask, I can assure he's just… cautious. You know, because of covid and all," you told them and he truly wished you would stop talking now.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm fine, officers. He's my boyfriend," you said cheerfully. "But thank you, really."

When they finally walked back to their car, Ghost decided to put you down and grabbed your chin to forcefully make you look up at him. "Maybe you should think before you open your mouth the next time." He leaned close to you. He was so close that if he didn't have a mask on, he could have easily kissed you. "So I'm your boyfriend, huh?" he asked teasingly.

"Oh, shut up," you told him as you playfully punched his arm.

"But I liked to hear it."

This time he reached out to take your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as you began to walk again. He enjoyed this, just feeling the warmth radiating off your skin through his gloves that told him you were alive and by his side finally. It wasn't something in his dreams or fantasies, it was real now.

His patience began to slowly melt away when you reached the hotel's entrance. By the time you stepped into the elevator, he had to force himself to let go of your hand and look somewhere else because otherwise he would have had you pinned against the wall with your legs wrapped around him. But you weren't alone in there so he had to behave, no matter how hard that was.

Just one touch. Only your little fingers touching was enough to flip a switch in his brain. The two of you were standing in the back behind a middle aged woman, and once he made sure she couldn't see anything, he sneaked a hand under your shirt, running his fingers up your spine until he reached your bra. You gave him a questioning look as you bit on your lower lip to keep yourself quiet, but he only smiled under the mask and unhooked your bra with ease.

When you reached the floor your room was on, he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you out of the elevator. The hotel room's door barely closed and he already had his mask and gloves thrown on the floor and his lips pressed against yours. He'd been waiting for this moment for so long that he was now going crazy over the thought of waiting even one minute longer.

So he hurriedly took off your shirt and bra then moved on to your jeans without his lips ever leaving yours. But then you tried to pull away, to build some distance between the two of you, and he couldn't help but let out a frustrated groan as he let you take a step back. "What now?" he asked, not even trying to hide his annoyance.

You licked your swollen lips as you put your weight from one foot to another. "Are you sure about this? Shouldn't we wait, like going on a few dates before ending up in bed?" you wondered hesitantly.

Were you fucking kidding him? "I think it's been a long time coming, love," he replied, moving one cautious step closer. "Why, you have doubts?"

"No doubts here," you said with a laugh.

"Then why the fuck did you ask that?"

You shrugged, your wicked smile challenging him as you watched him get closer to you again. "Frustrating, isn't it? Take it out on me, big boy," you told him.

And you didn't have to say twice.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #call of duty #modern warfare ii #modern warfare

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web-spinning · 2 years

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merc reactions to getting a new recruit but finding out they’re only in their mid-teens ? gender neutral please-

A / N - Ay, it's here. Somehow I managed to finish this faster than I expected. Hope you like it, dear anon!

Also, half of the photos are kind of meme-y, but you know what? It works...Please tell me if it works, I am losing my mind trying to find a good quality comic cut out, but only find those.

Mercs with a recruit in their mid-teens

TW. Ask to tag.

Scout

- he's not much excited, in fact he's a bit scared you might take his place,

- but after he finds out you're younger than him...he's so happy!

- he will teach you so many things,

- how to play basketball, how to get along with the older men, even how to deal with your first crush,

- since he is barely a few years older than you, he feels like as an young adult it's his priority to make sure you know all this stuff,

- he's got seven older brothers, all the lessons are probably from them,

- he really feels like you're just his younger sibling,

Soldier

- Jane thinks it's his duty to make sure you know the rules of war,

- he will show you how to use weapons, maybe even let you touch his own weapons,

- " But only for a few seconds, I don't want your young, inexperienced civil hands to spoil them! ",

- he will sit you down in the meeting room of the base, and tell you stories,

- half of those stories aren't real, but you don't want to make him sad, so you just listen,

- on the battlefield, he will follow you around to make sure you don't hurt yourself...or use your weapons incorrectly,

- also..." You do know basic history of your beloved country, don't you, hippie? ",

Pyro

- this Phoenix adores you,

- will invite you to tea parties,

- you will also get a plushie or two from their collection,

- you're the only person other than Engineer who takes them seriously, that's why they like you so much,

- their childish personality helps you cope with the fact you've been sorted out as a mercenary at such a young age,

- always there when you're feeling down,

Demoman

- in all honesty, he has mixed feelings about you,

- he can't invite you to the drinking nights with the other guys, you're just always left behind,

- in recompense, he tries to teach you how to use the sword in the meantime,

- you might never use that skill in the battlefield, but at least you have a thing that takes your mind off of the gravel wars,

- when you're down, you both watch soap operas together, because he's the only one in the whole team who likes them,

Heavy

- Misha just avoids you,

- at first, you think he's just a big, tough guy who dislikes teenagers to look more " deranged ",

- but finally, one of the men, possibly Medic, explains to you why he dislikes being around you so much,

- you remind him of his younger self and his sisters. The way he had to fight to protect them, the awful place they lived in for a while...everything comes back to him when he sees young face,

- you try approaching him about it, but he still remains silent,

- deep inside, on every mission he keeps a close eye on you, making sure you're safe,

Engineer

- Dell is now your step-dad, that's how it works,

- he needs a few energetic bones to help him with his projects, so you will often stand around and hand him tools when he asks for them,

- while he's working, he will tell you different stories about the other mercenaries,

- you ask him to adjust your weapon's, because they're a bit too big for you to handle freely,

- on warm days, he will take you out for a short walk to make sure you won't go insane,

- he assures you that you can tell him about anything, and he will help,

- he does in fact help, especially when it goes with your emotions,

- he's always there to cheer you up when you're sad, or share a smile with you when you're happy,

Medic

- he's so happy with you! I mean, such a fresh canvas to test on,

- every week he asks you to replace your heart with an Uber-handling one, and every week you refuse,

- but when he's not in his mad scientist mood, he's always ready to help you with some of the downsides of growing up,

- he's also very helpful when you're feeling insecure about your body ( all teenagers do that, right? Not only me, right? ),

- " Oh, don't vorry, zhis vill go away. Zhe average of healthy patients your age look zhe same as you ",

Sniper

- you never knew his first reaction, because he's rather quiet about it,

- but after a bit, you learn that he's actually very trustworthy, and big hearted,

- when you're down or one of the other mercenaries, you go to his camper,

- you both play board games there,

- he will most likely take you out fishing or camping during long weekends,

- you like listening to him talk about his adventures from the bush, but he will leave out the gorey details out,

- at some point, he just feels like an older, wiser, quiet brother to you,

Spy

- he's mad. Not at you, at the Administrator for even thinking about hiring you at this age,

- he doesn't see the reason why there must be a new mercenary, so he mostly avoids you,

- until during one of the missions, you save him for getting headshoot point blank,

- he does acknowledge you a bit more after that,

- you're not allowed in his room though, it smells too much like cigarettes in there,

- maybe he seems cold on the outside, but when he sees you struggling with your work, he will always help,

- helping you however makes him remember he couldn’t see this stage of his son’s life…that makes him feel miserable.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 mercs #tf2 x reader #tf2 x reader platonic #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #tf2 engineer is dad #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 spy x reader

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whumpsday · 9 months

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Annie's Prisoners

Writing Masterlist | G/t writing tag

g/t sideblog here! @smallsday

content: g/t, whump, tiny whump, fairy whumpee, begging, rescue, captivity, wing whump, magical exhaustion, bullying

Whumpmas in July Day 21: "Please" GT July Day 21: Secret

here's the last of the GT July "crossovers" i'm doing during WIJ! it was fun to write more tiny whump :)

"Okay, but you don't tell anyone."

Annie got down on the floor, pulling a pink plastic hamster cage out from under her bed.

Parisa could hardly believe what she was seeing. Inside the cage was what looked like a fairy, no more than four inches tall, cowering in the corner. He had wings, but they stopped abruptly about halfway through, leaving him with uneven little trapezoids.

The fairy didn't look pleased to see either of them, hiding himself as well as he could inside the plastic tube running up one wall of the cage- which wasn't very well at all, considering the tube was transparent.

Parisa knelt down on the carpet to see closer, star-struck. "What is this?"

"My fairy!" Annie boasted. "I caught him myself, he was drinking from the birdbath in the backyard! I just shot him with Calvin's Nerf gun and grabbed him while he was all dazed and stuff. Don't act surprised, it's not like you haven't insisted fairies were real since preschool."

Annie was right, Parisa had always been obsessed with fairies. Her notebooks were covered with fairy stickers, she'd spent her whole childhood playing Pixie Hollow, and she'd read book after book on faery mythology. A part of her had always believed that with so many different stories and accounts of them, fairies had to exist in some form, somewhere. Even as she got older and felt more and more that she was being silly, a small part of her always knew.

And she was right.

She would normally be jumping for joy, but... the fairy was obviously not as enamored with Annie's recollection of his capture. He teared up a little, hugging himself as he cringed as far away from them as possible, his severed wings tucked behind him.

Parisa frowned. "He looks kind of sad."

Annie waved away her concern. "He's always pouting. But I haven't even shown you the cool part. He can do magic and stuff!"

The fairy's head snapped up at that, a look of horror dawning on his face.

"But I already did a spell for you today!" Though it seemed like he was attempting to shout, his voice came out tinny and quiet, just as small as he was.

"You can do another for Rissie," Annie said firmly. "But yeah, seriously, you can't tell anyone. Can you imagine? Some government prick would totally take him away from me to experiment on him or whatever, like in the movies."

"Do your parents know?" Parisa asked.

"Oh god no. But I'm taking him to college with me in September, so I won't have to worry about that anymore." Annie sat cross-legged, picking the cage up and moving it into her lap to rest her arms on. The fairy grimaced as she began drumming her fingers absentmindedly on the lid.

"I've had him for almost two months now. I would've shown you sooner, but I wanted to wait until after graduation so you couldn't tell anyone at school. It's not like you talk to anyone besides me anyway, but can't be too careful. But Ciel can change that!"

She held the cage up triumphantly. "I knew you'd be totally helpless without me since we're going to different schools, so I wanted to make sure you were aaaaall set. He can't do like, big things, he's not a genie. But he can do little things. Like make you a little luckier for a while, stuff like that. I use it for studying, too. But I figured he could do a charisma spell on you or something, and it'd help you make new friends at your little state school!"

"I can't do another spell yet, please, I already did one! I don't have enough magic left," Ciel pleaded, looking up at Annie as his tears started to fall. "You said college isn't something that starts until autumn, there's time! It'll hurt too much if I do another now, please no more!"

Parisa's shock slowly gave way to horror as the fairy's deplorable conditions became more and more apparent. She wanted to say something, but she knew Annie would just get defensive and guilt her if she did.

"Yeah, it'd probably be more effective closer to September anyway," Parisa agreed quickly, unable to push down a feeling of hope that Ciel would like her for agreeing with him.

"Fine, whatever," Annie sighed, roughly shoving the cage back under the bed. Parisa got the feeling she was more interested in showing off than actually helping. "Then you can see him more then. He's my fairy, after all. Let's go back downstairs."

Parisa followed Annie, but didn't take her eyes off the dark space under the bed until the door was firmly shut behind them.

It was hard to go back to hanging out normally, and she couldn't keep herself from asking question after question about Ciel. Parisa really wanted to just see him again, but she knew he would hate that, so she didn't ask to.

But as Annie told story after story, it only solidified the fact that what was happening here was wrong. She was practically torturing the delicate little creature, draining him of magic to his absolute limit.

Parisa dreaded the answer, but she couldn't not ask. "What happened to his wings?"

"Don't be a baby about it, but I had to trim them after he tried to fly away one time," Annie said, like it was nothing.

"Wouldn't that hurt?" She tried to do what Annie said, to not be a baby about it, but it was getting ridiculously hard. She wanted to cry, hearing her best friend had done something like that.

"No, it was like getting a haircut, I think. Except permanent. He didn't like, scream or anything." Annie shoved her lightly on the arm. "I said don't be a baby."

"Right. Right." This was all wrong. This wasn't how discovering fairies were real was supposed to be. She had to get out of Annie's face. "I feel like I'm gonna be sick," she lied.

"Ew, go." Annie pointed upstairs. "God, you're so sensitive."

Parisa darted up to the bathroom, where she felt like she could breathe a little better. How was she supposed to live the rest of her life knowing Annie was torturing a fairy? They weren't even going to schools in the same state. She wouldn't be able to do anything to help. She might not ever get to see him again after whatever spell Annie wanted him to do.

Unless she took a peek right now.

Parisa snuck into Annie's room, hoping she wouldn't come to check on her, and carefully pulled the cage out from under the bed.

Ciel clung to the metal spout of the water bottle, like she'd interrupted him while he was drinking. He looked around wildly, relaxing a little bit when he realized Annie wasn't here. "Is she coming?" he asked, his voice so quiet Parisa could just barely hear him.

"No. I'm not supposed to be in here," she admitted. "I just wanted to see you again. And, um, check if you're alright."

"I'm not," he answered without hesitation, eyes still shining with tears. "I don't know how much longer I can go on like this. Please, I desperately need help, Miss." He tentatively stepped forward, though his little hands shook. "Rissie, she said your name was?"

"Parisa. You're Ciel?" she asked.

"I am. Please, I can- I'll come back and do a spell for you, once I've had a chance to rest. If you would just..."

He pointed toward the window with a trembling finger. "Please?"

Oh, Parisa wanted so badly to help. "But your wings? How will you get down?"

Ciel sobbed. "I don't know. I need to be away from here, she plans to keep me imprisoned for life. She's careless, she's going to kill me and I won't even get to die outdoors!"

Parisa had to do something, even if it meant she would lose her only friend. She was probably going to lose her either way anyway, once they left in September.

She unlatched the cage, holding a hand bigger than Ciel's whole body out to him. "I'll help. You just have to trust me."

It was obvious from his face that Ciel had a strong distaste for being grasped in human hands. But with no other options, he climbed readily into Parisa's palm. "Please be gentle," he begged.

She was holding a real fairy. It was like a dream, but Parisa couldn't get caught up in that now, she had to focus on protecting him. She brought Ciel to the front pocket of her hoodie, carefully placing him inside. "Try not to make any noise or move around too much. I'll keep you safe, I promise."

Parisa could feel the fairy's little heartbeat thrumming away against her as she headed back downstairs.

"Yeah, I'm really not feeling good," she told Annie. "I think I'm just gonna go home."

"'Kay, whatever." Annie shrugged. "If you get over yourself by tomorrow, you can come watch him do a spell for me."

Annie would figure out it was her, Parisa knew. But what could she do? It wasn't like she could tell anyone she stole her fairy. And now that they'd graduated high school, she could just... never see Annie again, if she felt like it.

"Goodbye, Annie." Parisa walked out the door without another word.

She waited until she'd walked far enough away from Annie's house and she couldn't see anyone else around to stick her hand in her pocket, offering it to Ciel. "Coast is clear."

He crawled into her hand, and Parisa lifted him out. His eyes instantly went up toward the stars, and she saw him smile for the first time.

"Thank you," he breathed. "It's really over?"

"It's over. I won't let her take you back," Parisa assured him. "What do you want to do?"

"What I want...? I can't just fly off," Ciel lamented. "I'm not sure yet. I- I sort of just want to rest now. She keeps me so tired all the time."

"You can rest. Do you wanna go back in my pocket?" Parisa asked.

He nodded. "Yes, I think I do."

Parisa softly set him back down inside, both of them feeling freer than they'd ever been as she walked them home.

tune in monday for some alien whump! 👽 and the following thursday for some kane & jim

this is ciel's cage btw. never put a living creature in this monstrosity

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mingtinys · 10 months

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For Lovers Who Hesitate

pairing : jeong yunho x f!reader , (no gendered terms used)

angst , hurt / comfort , bittersweet ending , nonidol!au

warnings : language , mentions of alcohol

word count : 1.7 k

requested ? yes

a/n : this was written with the intention of a f!reader as per the request, but i think i actually ended up writing it without any use of gendered terms

Love, show me love If I can, if I only can I will shine a bright light on you

Yunho loves you. He always has.

He loved you hopelessly through childhood. From the moment you moved in next door to the day you held his hand at your high school graduation.

He loved you unapologetically throughout university. Through all the long nights you spent studying in the library. Through every gross, smelly, frat party he rescued you from after having a little too much to drink. Through his lowest points and his highest moments, his memories are filled with nothing but your comforting words and cheers for his achievements.

When you drunkenly kissed him at Hongjoong's New Year's party, he swore he loved you more than ever.

Yunho loved you selfishly through your first relationship and quietly through your first true heartbreak. He loved you recklessly and impulsively when your lease ended and he suggested you just come live with him. Even if he knew it was a bad idea.

And Yunho, unfortunately, still loves you the night his world crumbles.

You're still drunk, clinging tightly to Yunho as he struggles to hold you upright while fighting with his key and the lock. You groan out something about your head hurting. It makes Yunho laugh.

"Yeah, well that's what you get for challenging Jongho to a drinking contest." Finally, the key slips in and he's able to drag you over the threshold and onto the couch for the time being. "I don't think I've seen you drink that much since our sophomore year."

"I've learned my lesson, now please stop talking so loud," you whine, throwing your arm over your eyes to block out the harsh lights of the living room. Yunho forgoes mentioning that his voice is merely above a whisper and flips off all but the standing lamp in the corner.

"Thank you," you mumble.

"You've got ten minutes here before I'm dragging you to sleep in a real bed." He teases, knowing too well your habit of just knocking out on the couch and waking up the next day with complaints of your neck hurting.

"I really didn't mean to get this drunk, but Jongho just kept going. That guy is insane. You gotta admit though, I held up pretty well there for a while. . ." Yunho takes the end of the couch and lets you ramble. Finding your inability to filter out any thought before it reaches your lips rather entertaining.

"Not to mention I got five–" you hold up your palm with fingers splayed for emphasis –"bucks off of Mingi. Pff, asshole seriously thought I'd tap out after the fifth shot." Yunho bites back a smile, remembering the look on his friend's face as he begrudgingly slapped a five in your palm.

"–And I really just wanted to have one more memorable night with all of you before I leave–"

You keep going, but Yunho feels his world stop on its axis. The words "before I leave" are suspended in the air and making it heavier. He nearly chokes trying to take a breath only to find the air has left his lungs.

"W-What did you say?"

Your words taper out, and you lift your arm to peek an eye out at him. "Wait, which part?"

"What do you mean before you leave, Y/N?" The question comes out more desperate than he intends.

Your head pops up, and Yunho watches realization hit you like a bucket of ice water. Leaving you sober and wide-eyed. "I didn't mean to say that. . ."

Yunho so desperately hopes it was a slip of the tongue. Just your alcohol-laced brain mixing up your words. But the look on your face and the weight in the air snuffs out that last ember of hope. The conversation of what you told him last week about being interviewed for an internship resurfaces. The tab you accidentally left open on your laptop with price estimates for flights to Europe. Yunho can feel every single year of missed opportunities crash down on him in full force all at once. The tears well up in his eyes before he can stop them.

"I um," your voice wavers. "I was going to tell you. I just couldn't find the right time."

You give him a pause to respond, but Yunho doesn't speak. He can't speak.

"Do you remember the internship I applied for? They want me to take up my dream position at their office in France." Yunho's breath hitches at your words. You reach for his hand, taking it in both of yours, but Yunho finds it hard to take comfort in the gesture. "It wouldn't be forever! Three years max, two if it goes really well, then they'd transfer me back to Seoul for a permanent job."

"How long?" When he finally gains the courage to look at you there are glistening streaks down your cheeks. "How long until you have to go?"

"A week."

A week? A fucking week?

Yunho doesn't know how he should feel. Which emotions he should let bubble to the surface and which he should bury deep inside for your sake. Anger. Hurt. Despair. It's all too much.

"I haven't decided yet." It should make Yunho feel better, nothing is set in stone quite yet, but it doesn't. Because he has this sickening feeling you're about to ask him if you should go and he isn't positive he can give you a selfless answer. The answer he knows he should give. The answer that will simultaneously rip his heart into shreds.

So he speaks first, voice quiet and unsure. "It sounds like a really good offer. I'm not sure why you'd say no–"

"I would if you asked me to."

Time freezes the moment those words leave your lips. And it's in that lingering state that Yunho realizes he's waited too long. That maybe, just maybe, this whole time you've loved him just as much as he has you. That all those times he's convinced himself out of saying those three simple words were nothing but opportunities wasted. The regret of never being brave enough, of hesitating for reasons now null, is so overwhelming it nearly drowns him.

Yunho isn't sure if you remember anything you said in the morning. Because you tell him the news again over breakfast and it hurts even worse the second time around. But this time he's prepared, so he slaps on a mask of excitement and holds back the bitter taste on his tongue as he congratulates you.

Even as you ask him that question he's been dreading, he keeps the façade.

"Really? So you think I should take it?"

"It's been your dream since forever, it'd be pretty stupid to pass up something like this."

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Yun, for everything."

In fact, he keeps up the façade of selfless excitement for his best friend until the night before you depart. Until you seek him out in his room just past eleven.

"Could I stay with you tonight?"

What's he gonna do? Say no? When has he ever been able to deny you? So he nods and pats the spot next to him and sits with you until you're ready to talk.

"Nervous for tomorrow?"

You sigh. "Who wouldn't be? I'm leaving everything– everyone I know and love behind."

"Just for two years," Yunho reassures. Though the phrase is more for himself. It brings no comfort.

A silence falls, and in it you’ve drifted closer, knees bumping Yunho's and hand clasped in his. He feels your breath on his face before he registers what's happening. Your fingertips against his jaw, your nose brushing his, his heart violently slamming against his ribs. Yunho can feel every minuscule sensation like a storm brewing on the horizon and it nearly sends him spiraling.

But then, your lips press against his. The bed creaks under your shifting weight. Your touch is anguish and mercy all in one. Yunho's hand finds its place on your hip, anchoring him, and the rainclouds dissipate before they can pour down from above. Parting so that a bright light may shine down on you.

Yunho loves you. Always has. Always will. And as hard as he's tried, for your sake and his, for as long as he has, he can't hold it back anymore. Yunho's resolve is nothing but a shadow of what it once was. Even if you leave, even if you stay; in spite of it all, he will not delay the dream he's dreaming ever again.

"I love you."

For a moment, Yunho isn't sure if the words actually left his tongue. The only indication he has of their existence comes seconds later with a small gasp that leaves your lips as you pull away. Your eyes bore into his like you're searching for something in them. Yunho isn't sure if you ever find whatever it is you're looking for. Or perhaps you do, because your lips part and you whisper that same sentence that can make his heart stop in an instant.

"Tell me to stay. I will."

He wants to. You've no idea how badly he wants to be selfish. To utter that one simple word and have you in his arms forever, here, just like you are now. But he knows he can't.

It's unfair to you. To hold you back from your dream just because he was too cowardly to do something he should have long ago. Because he hesitated for too long. Because he was too stupid to see what was right in front of him all along. So instead, he bookmarks this moment. Takes note of the way you fit in his arms, the warmth of your lips on his, the moment when his heart finally felt full. He jots it all down under the chapter of things to never forget. And when the lingering feeling you leave becomes too much, when his lonely heart can't be soothed, he'll open this page and read it. Over and over. Until the day you return, he'll recite it like a poem.

"I'll wait for you," he says, with more certainty than he's ever felt in his life.

Then, when night comes We will carve our own secret I place a bookmark on the night that will become memorable, and open it up without anyone knowing

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gabessquishytum · 1 year

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okay a trans hob concept for you. honestly i think this counts as crack treated seriously because the basic concept here is "top surgery via Endless" but now i'm just emotional about hobstruction so. okay.

so. hob's in his soldering days, he's off fighting in france, and he takes a fatal wound. which would be unpleasant enough already, but a few of his mates definitely saw, so there's no going back to camp, he's going to have to make it back to england on his own. he stops in the first tavern he comes to so he can have a drink and a meal and a bit of a sulk, and promptly hits it off with a red headed giant of a man who says he's also travelling to england so why don't they go together?

obviously they wind up fucking that night and they head off in the morning, they fuck every evening when they stop for the evening, and a few days in hob's comfortable enough with his new friend that he goes on a bit of a rant about his body. because he likes his body! he does! his mam was a tall, strong woman and he was lucky enough to take after her. he's got broad shoulders, strong thighs. he honestly quite likes the way his waist tucks in just a bit, the way his hips are a bit wider than most men's. and sure, he wouldn't mind having a nice proper big cock, but he likes the one he's got, and he likes his cunt.

it's just his chest he doesn't like. because he's got fairly big tits, alright, and christ but they're frustrating to try and keep out of the way, let alone if he wants to actually be able to breathe. he'd happily cut them off, he says, but he doesn't imagine it would be worth it (because the healing would likely kill a normal man, he doesn't say. because he suspects they'd just grow back, he doesn't say).

and destruction of the endless, not yet planning to abandon his realm but spending a great deal of time thinking about inverses and destruction and creation and change, says that. well. if hob's willing to trust him, and he's alright with possibly a lot of pain, he might be able to help with that.

it does hurt. rather a lot. and the results aren't perfect -- his chest isn't quite symmetrical, his nipples aren't quite even -- but hob happily points out (to a fretting destruction) that bodies aren't perfectly symmetrical, destruction's work doesn't look perfect but that makes it look real and hob's so fucking thrilled.

hob's very clearly over the moon for the rest of their trek back to england. there's a literal and metaphorical weight off his chest. and destruction gets to see that... maybe he's onto something, with all his musings about his nature. maybe he really can be something more than destruction, or maybe being destruction doesn't have to be such a bad thing. he's done something right by this one human, and that has to count for something. maybe that can be a start.

-🐈‍⬛

Trans Hob is really something that can be SO personal huh. I'm not kidding when I say this ask picked me up by the scruff of my neck and shook me around like a kitten.

I may have started writing this as a fic (by which I mean I have 1,500 words so far) so I'll share a teeny tiny snippet with you <3

It’s always a risk for Hob to undress, whether he’s bedding a man or a woman. He’s had every reaction he can possibly imagine, from horror to pleasure. He thinks instinctively that his red headed friend won’t be too fussed by the big reveal, and he really isn’t. It’s almost like he already knew.

He doesn’t go straight for Hob’s tits, like most men tend to. His massive hands fall at Hob’s trim waist instead, smoothing over the spread of his hips. Hob keens softly and bites his own lip as his lower belly is so tenderly caressed. He’s wet already and he whimpers openly when a huge thumb and finger find his pulsing cock. He feels big between those digits, much to his surprise and pleasure. His companion hums, pleased and curious. Hob abruptly remembers that he doesn’t know this man’s name.

That's all you get for now ;D thank you for kicking my ass into gear to FINALLY write an actual Hob x Destruction fic <3

#🐈‍⬛ anon #the sandman #hobstruction #hoblethros #hob x destruction #nsft #cw surgery #trans hob

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margalitarry · 2 years

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tis the damn season | h.s

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i'm staying at my parents house

and the road not taken looks real good now

and it always leads to you in my hometown

warnings : drinking, arguing, smoking, drunken kiss, mention of smut

word count: 1.1k

notes: lol this wip was a lot closer to being done than i expected. trying to get better at writing enemies to lovers scenes so leave any feedback!

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you were in your hometown of holmes chapel, visiting your parents. you had moved to new york when you were twenty in pursuit of your modeling career.

you always got nervous going back home, no he didn't actively live there and you had never seen him while on a visit but he could be there.

you and harry styles had been best friends growing up, you had been the one encouraged him to go on the x-factor. you did everything together, until one direction happened.

harry left without a word.

you tried reaching out to him, his sister, his mother, even a cousin of his you knew but it felt like they had shunned you all. you were left lonely and confused. you began to resent harry quickly, not mentioning to absolutely anyone your prior connection to harry.

so you tried to forget harry as much as he forgot you. you couldn't deny you missed him though. you always told yourself he would reach out one day. but he just never did.

you were on the way to a bar to meet a few of your friends, they told you they invited some other people but it wasn't anyone you didn't know. you were ecstatic to see everyone you hasn't seen in years.

"y/n!" a voice screamed the second you stepped out of car.

"cerise! fuck it's been way too long!" you smiled as your friend nearly tackled you with a hug.

she began to talk your ear off as you noticed a certain brown haired boy walk in, you didn't see his face but your stomach dropped at the thought of who it looked like.

"who all did you invite tonight?" you asked her

"uh- alice, elio, madison, lita, theo, anastasia, and both harry's. can you believe almost all of us are in holmes around the same time?" she told you, stopping you in your tracks right before the front door.

there was no fucking way harry styles was here.

"harry styles? he's actually here?" you asked her again.

"yeah! i just decided to ask in case there was a random chance and he said he was gonna be. but please don't let this ruin your night, maybe you can work it out." she said, pissing you off more than be excited. it meant harry didn't lose contact with their other friends, and it confused you even more.

"it's fine seriously, i'm just excited to see everyone else." you convinced her as you opened the door into the bar, spotting your group of friends immediately.

harry's stomach dropped when he turned his head to follow the gaze of his friends; just to see you there. he put on a slight smile as guilt filled his veins.

he couldn't give a reason why he stopped talking to you. at first he truly just didn't have the time; one direction ate his life to pieces. and then when he did have time, it was too late. their other friends understood harry's pushing away, he didn't feel uncomfortable talking to them again. but you were different, he knew it hurt you the most.

knowing that kept harry awake at night more than he liked.

by the time he snapped out of his thoughts you were already at the table talking with your guy's friends. you made eye contact with him for a second, softening your smile as you quickly turned to cerise.

"do you wanna get a drink real quick?"

it had been two hours, and a lost count of drinks. you still hadn't talked to harry, but truly we're having a good time with everyone else. you had to step outside for a moment, and take a breath. you were getting extremely hot and dizzy. you stumbled to the door and sat, well fell, on the concrete around the corner of the building.

you searched throughout your bag for your cigarettes, finally lighting one after messing with the lighter.

"you know smokings' bad for you right?"

you turned you shifting vision towards the voice to see harry styles standing next to you. he didn't look in much better condition than you, but still kept a sober tone.

"oh fuck off!" you slurred at him, making him slightly smile as he sat next to you.

"nice seeing you too, you're welcome for being the only one to check on you." harry sarcastically said.

"that's funny! you haven't been here the last- i don't know, eight years? very out of your personality to be doing this right now." you snapped, really not wanting to have this conversation.

"i couldnt! for the last eight years i have been constantly making music, putting an album out for the first five years on top of touring! by the time i could talk to you; you didn't want to talk to me! they all told me your strong hatred for me, why would i contact you?" he snapped back, letting the sober tone he once had quickly leave.

"why didn't you try? why did you immediately trust their words? do you not remember the literal almost twelve years of friendship we had prior to one direction?"

"i don't know! you had your own career going on and i didn't want to- i don't know even! i don't have an answer that you're going to want to hear!"

"there truly wouldn't have been better if i heard from you. even just a hey! a quick two minute call would've been enough! you're entirely right, you were too late."

"you look really hot when you're pissed off you know?" harry said, taking you aback and your jaw dropping slightly.

"what did you just say?"

"i know you heard me."

you didn't know how to feel, you couldn't deny the flustered feeling you got in your head but it pissed you off even more to at he said that in the middle of your argument.

"fuck you." you rolled your eyes

"you wish you were right now" he said, taking the cigarette out of your hand taking a drag himself before putting it out.

he looked at you deep eyes, as if he was staring through you. the lost count of drinks pushed your face towards his letting your lips drunkenly meet. your bodies moved towards each other roughly matching the kiss.

you whispered his name into his mouth causing him to let his hands explore more of you. you stopped his kiss, moving your face only inches away from his. harry took his hand moving your hair and began to whisper in your ear.

"let's go back to my hotel and let me show you how much i've wanted to see you again."

#fanfic #angst #harrystyles #harry styles x y/n #harry #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles #enemies to lovers #friends to lovers #argument fic

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exrankluck · 11 months

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Dear Vocalist Wired Momochi Translation - Cast Free Talk

disclaimer: this is 90% AI-generated transcription and translation, some things might be inaccurate or awkward.

(i’m not translating this word for word because tossi is too chaotic)

カレはヴォーカリスト CD「ディアヴォーカリスト Wired」エントリーNo.5 MOMOCHI(モモチ)

cv. Toshiyuki Toyonaga 利行豊永

q: what did you think about playing momochi in this work?

a: It hurts my heart. It really hurts my heart. I say this every time during recording.

‘Is Momochi always such a terrible person?’ I ask that kind of thing.

The staff at Rejet said, "Well, it’s good."

They said there was a reason for it.

I don't know what will happen in the future.

It would be nice if the day came when we could reveal why Momochi turned out like this.

Well, yeah.

But it was fun. As always, I enjoyed playing the role while thinking, "This is crazy."

q: what was your favorite scene in the drama?

a: Ah, but the part where they were drinking at the bar, I felt like it gave a glimpse into Momochi-kun's feelings.

Or rather, his state of mind.

Personally, I thought it was good.

It showed that the main character wasn't just being mean all the time.

It was like, "Oh, he has some thoughts and feelings too." It was kind of rare.

And also, um... Duct tape?

Or maybe it was masking tape?

Everyone who's listening, especially the Cheers, you're all probably wrapped up in duct tape by now.

You're probably just spinning around and around. You're being wrapped up like crazy.

q: If you had to name one good thing about Momochi, what would it be?

a: Hey, really!

Why are you asking that? I'm just going to keep bringing Momochi down during this free talk, so why ask me that?

I'm sorry, it's not like I hate Momochi or anything, but I just don't think we could be friends.

If I had to name one good thing about him... well, it's not that there isn't any, but rather...

Having no good qualities is a good quality in itself, right?

I mean, just from looking at him...

But, I feel like that's how it is, you know? Like, there's really nothing more to it. This guy.

So, I have to do something about it myself or something like that.

I don't know what it is about him, but "somehow I have to help him" or "I have to be the person he vents his stress at".

That's why you're listening, right? Everyone.

hahaha

Isn't that what it's about?

You know, like, seriously, there are women and men on the Rejet Staff, and the male team are pretty much at the "what's even good about him?" state.

That's the situation, you know? Every time we talk and chat on the job site, that's the topic that comes up.

The women are like, 'Well, I mean, this is good.' That's the feeling they have.

I think everyone feels that way. Of course we guys can understand to some extent, but it's still difficult to fully understand.

So, I think that's what makes it a good place. And, well, anyways,

Momochi likes kissing. He likes kissing.

He also likes to bite.

I kiss and bite right away. That's how Momochi is.

Really, it's something that can't be done on a daily basis, so I'm grateful to be able to do it. Thank you. Let's continue.

“Momochi hates the president of the agency, Panda President.”

Haha, that’s a sharp statement.

“When Panda President makes unreasonable demands, Momochi agrees with those around him and laughs awkwardly before running away to the smoking area.

Please teach Momochi how to get along with his boss.”

This is not just for Momochi, but for anyone working in a company. It's probably something that many employees have in common.

[…] Instead of avoiding them, maybe there's something to be gained by engaging with them.

You might see something that you wouldn't see otherwise, right? Momochi.

So don't just go out for a cigarette right away.

Let's try talking at a drinking party or at the office, okay? Hey, Momochi.

Sorry, I seem to be drunk today. No, I'm not drunk. (lol)

I said a lot of things, but...

Uh, I think it's better not to associate with people like Momochi too much in the real world.

But that's why you can enjoy this kind of work, isn't it?

That's also what I think, and when it comes to ethical issues... I want to speak my mind during those times.

People who listen and enjoy it can release their stress and not cause any problems.

Because, you know, there are certain common sense boundaries.

#ディアヴォーカリスト #dear vocalist #dear vocalist translation #toyonaga toshiyuki #drama cd translation #for self use #モモチ #mmc #momochi #wired #free talk #cast free talk #***#lmfao he’s a mood #it’s so funny how momochi sounds all cute and sexy then tossi sounds like a hyper gremlin (in a good way)#a little bonus for not posting in forever cus i’m busy

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wifebread · 2 years

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Obsessed | Pt.9

Pairing: Stalker!Min Yoongi x Original female character

Tags: Forced relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Manipulations, Mentions of cruelty, Mentions of deaths, Mentions of drugs, Murders, Original female character, Out of character, Stalking, Unhealthy relationships, Violence.

Summary: She wasn't afraid of this man, didn't take threats seriously, blaming everything on the fact that it was just to attract attention. However, she did’t know what he was capable of.

word count: 1,9k

I do not condone the actions described in the story, this is all fiction and does not relate to the real members of the BTS in any way. If you are uncomfortable with tags, please do not read!! Or read at your own risk.

a/n: OMG, is this a new part??? Sorry for my long absence and thank you all very much for the love we're receiving from you, the author and I sincerely appreciate it💙

Thanks to the wonderful author who allowed me to translate this work! Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so if you notice any mistakes, point them out to me! I can also edit the chapter after I publish it, so don't be surprised if you see some strange moments (it means I haven't corrected them yet). Thank you.

source: https://ficbook.net/readfic/12255891

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 ,Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9

“We are Responsible for those we tame”

Father, as promised, woke Percy up early. To be more precise, at half past 6 in the morning.

It takes several hours to get to grandma's house. Therefore, after a hasty breakfast, the father and daughter packed their things in the trunk and set off.

The girl was in high spirits, so she didn't even notice how she and her father got there.

Mostly elderly people lived in this area, but there were also young families with children, about the same age as Percy.

The houses were completely different and didn’t look like each other. Some were even abandoned.

In the countryside, there’s no noise, no car sounds, no early morning rides. There are many trees and flowers that immediately catch the eye, make you look and even relax, inhaling a pleasant aroma.

After getting out of the car, Percy waited for her father to pull her backpack and suitcase out of the trunk to go to her grandmother's house.

However, the woman was ahead of them, leaving the house and rushing to the car with a tray of pies.

“You're so late, my darlings," the woman said, kissing her son on the cheek.

“Hi, Grandma," Percy said, forcing a smile, thereby attracting attention to herself.

The woman turned to look at her and almost dropped the tray. Tears began to accumulate in the corners of her eyes; she was smiling ear to ear.

“My God, Percy!” the woman exclaimed, giving the tray to her son and going up to her granddaughter to hug. “How long have we not seen each other?” stroking the girl's hair, she asked. “She was tiny before, and now she’s even smaller.”

“Your job is to fatten her up,” said the father, nodding at the pies. “She eats like a bird. She only drinks coffee and all sorts of nasty things.” the girl grimaced.

“So, starting from today," the woman began, poking the girl's nose with her index finger. “you’ll have proper nutrition, 3 times a day.” Percy’s eyes were rounded by these words. She looked at her father, and he just laughed and shrugged.

“Okay, Mom,” putting a tray of pastries on a bench by the gate, the man began. “I’m off, work.” After kissing a woman and then a daughter, Song the eldest got back into the car. “Behave yourself.”

“I got it,” said the girl with a heavy sigh.

When her father was out of sight, grandma took Percy into the house.

Not much has changed since her last visit. Except for the new key holder that is now hanging in the hallway.

“I reported to your father, threw some jelly onto him,” the woman began, sitting down at the table and urging her granddaughter to do the same. “now we can revel.”

“So you won't put me on proper nutrition and force me to eat soups and porridges?” Percy asked, raising one eyebrow in surprise.

“Of course, I’m old and I have to teach my children and grandchildren how to live and eat properly,” the woman said with a laugh. “But who said I would?” Percy smiled, straightening her hair. “Would you like a cup of tea and cake?”

“I’d love that, thank you, but I'll make the tea myself, just sit.

Percy poured water into the kettle and put it on the stove to bring the liquid to a boil.

“Tell me, angel,” the woman began. “Will I become a great-grandmother soon?” putting a spoonful of jam in her mouth, grandma asked.

Percy choked on the air, almost suffocating.

“Gran, I’m only 17 yet,” said Son, coughing up.

“And what?” the woman asked in bewilderment. “I have already given birth to a Gyeongsuk at your age” it was about Percy’s aunt, her father's own sister.

“The time is different now,” the girl shrugged off. She clearly didn't want to think, nor talk about it. In addition, the person with whom she wants to start a family will go to another world on the same day and feed worms underground. Because he wouldn't let anyone but himself be with her. “Anyway, it's not like I'm into one particular guy.”

"You can tell your parents that," the woman said, wiggling her eyebrows. "But you can't fool me.” Percy swallowed, trying to calm the trembling in her body. "That friend, Shin, is a nice one, isn't he?"

"Do we have a "Let's get married"* program here? Somehow she looks a little like Larisa Guzeeva," Percy thought, rolling her eyes for a moment.

"Gran, we're just friends," Percy said, coughing. She hinted to her grandmother that she didn’t want to bring up this topic.

Sighing, the woman calmed down and changed the topic. The conversation turned to new neighbors. Anyway, Grandma liked to gossip about something.

She said that about 2-3 months ago, a family with an adult son settled next to her.

“His father is such a lovely man, always greets, helps carry bags,” the woman said, smiling. “The son is also very nice, friendly. The girls are chasing after him,” the woman continued laughing. “Only the mother... is too young. Maybe even a little older than you.”

"Well preserved?" thought Percy, chuckling. "Maybe his parents are divorced and this is his stepmother"

“It's not for us to get into this,” shrugging her shoulders, Percy said, finishing her tea.

"Of course," the woman agreed, sighing. "But I want to sit with my granddaughter and gossip," Grandma added, winking at Percy.

The girl laughed and went to the sink to wash the cup, but the woman stopped her and told her to go to rest. Percy kissed her grandmother and thanked her for the tea and treats, then, taking her suitcase and backpack, went into the room.

"I can forget about him at least for a while," Percy whispered, plopping down on the bed and exhaling with relief.

"Later, maybe I'll take a walk," Song thought, hugging a pillow and turning on her side. "There is a chance to meet that guy," the girl grinned at her thoughts. “Now I wonder to look at him”

Percy didn't stay on the bed for long. She needed to sort things out and go to the shower, because after the road she was a little tired.

***

Suga was lying on the bed in his bedroom and couldn’t sleep, although it was already 5 o'clock in the morning.

All his thoughts were now occupied with the fact that he had missed Percy, let her go.

The guy looked at the ceiling and fingered the girl's favorite soft toy, hoping that the bear cub would be able to replace her and calm him down.

He was only a little angry, because different thoughts and pain that settled in his heart again didn’t allow him to do this. He was drawn into the sadness arms, dragged away somewhere far away. He felt lonely, cut off from life. Just like in childhood.

"Weakling" snorting and rolling his eyes, the guy thought, clutching a pillow in his hand.

“Hey,” a voice made Suga raise himself on his elbows and look at the door. “I have news,” said the guy, passing to a friend and sitting down next to him on his bed.

"If you say again that you're still looking for her, you'd better get lost right away." Suga said calmly, closing his eyes.

“And you don't even want to know why you couldn't contact her?” he pursed his lips. “Yoongi, stop being a child,” the guy continued with a sigh. “Yes, it's my fault she just slipped through my fingers but....”

“Exactly, Taehyung,” turning to the guy, Shoogar said rudely. His eyes flashed unkindly. “You, a grown man, could not complete one simple task.”

There was silence in the room. V ruined Yoongi's mood, which is why he is insanely angry and ready to rant and rave now.

“Percy thought it all out," Taehyung began, clearing his throat, drawing his friend's attention. “Her phone, which has a tracker and wiretapping, was left at home. She hid it under the mattress.”

"You know I'm not interested," Yoongi said coldly, putting his hands under his head. "Neither that slut nor those two moose know where she's gone.” Taehyung was about to say something, but Suga looked at him with a raging gaze, which meant that it was better for V to be silent. "If you weren't my friends, you'd be lying in a ditch somewhere with a cracked skull.

Taehyung frowned, nervously clutching the edge of his jacket. V can stand up for himself, just like the other three, but resisting Yoongi is like suicide. He will kill his friends and not even blink.

Yoongi was tired of silence from his friend, so he abruptly sat down on the bed and, pulling his knees up to him, looked at V with a predatory look.

“Fuck off while I give you the opportunity.”

Taehyung nods and gets out of bed. When he reaches the door, he finally throws a worried "Eat something." But after receiving another such look, he sneaks out of the room.

The guy picks up a soft toy again. He examines and twirls, imagining not a teddy bear but Percy.

"You don't seem to be afraid of anything?" Yoongi asked, squeezing the toy harder in his hands. “A stupid bird that hopes to fly away somewhere on the stumps of its wings.” he said venomously.

Yoongi tried to suppress inside himself a wild desire to break all the girl’s bones so that she would remain bedridden forever and could not live independently and cope with everything. He drew pictures in his head where he was feeding her with a spoon and watching her try to resist. A wave of excitement passed through the body. One thought that Percy will become dependent on him — and any of his rules in relation to her, regarding cruelty and violence, he wants to forget and tear out of his head.

The guy’s clearly not right in the head, but who’s gonna tell him?

Yoongi loves the way he can, he is not capable of otherwise. What can a person who grew up amid violence, cruelty, murder and treating himself like cattle know about healthy love?

Thanks to his parents, he became a monster, which eventually became the cause of their fear.

Yoongi has gone through all the hells, survived. But as a child, he sometimes allowed thoughts of giving up, resigning himself or taking his own life. However, the beast that had been sitting somewhere inside him for a long time and was chained up, broke out. Got out to take revenge on all those who treated him like that.

On the day it happened, Yoongi experienced for the first time that feeling bursting inside him from the first murder. He was 11 years old, just a child. But even then, watching the torment of the man who was so desperately trying to cling to his life, he felt pleasure.

Percy was a beacon of hope that lit his way out of the dark. And although it is not finished yet and Yoongi has to follow the signs for a long time, the girl was able to restrain the monster that sits inside the guy. Tamed and calmed down. The beast inside Suga howls when Song is far away.

“We are Responsible for those we tame” Yoongi grins, having his tongue on the upper row of teeth.

to be continued...

*Let's Get Married (literally "Let's Marry") is a Russian dating program where a man or a woman chooses between three potential partners, with the assistance from family and friends present in the studio. Larisa Guzeeva is one of the three presenters, acting as a matchmaker.

#yandere bts #yandere youngi #yoongi x reader #yandere x reader #bts x reader #stalker yoongi #yandere kpop #bts yandere #btsyandere #yandere bangtan #kpop yandere #yandere #yandere au #bts #bts fanfic

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awigglycultist · 1 year

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Headless ep 10 thoughts!

I can't believe we're on the final episode :( I will miss new eps coming out dearly

But also I can't wait to find out everything!

THIS ISN'T DIEDRICH???

Nice song tho but lirk WHERE IS HE WHY ARE YOU REPLACING HIM

That sounds SO suspicious

Are you sure you haven't committed any crimes buddy?

"WIFE!"

Verla knows magic too!

But seriously where are Matilda and Kat...

DIEDRICH?? I MEJW I FIGURED HE DIED BC THAT DUDE WAS SO SUSPICIOUS BUT OMG

Poor Diedrich

YOU GET AWAY FROM HIM GET OUT

GET HIS ASS

I think that sounds like Kat whispering?

Oh no Icabods down too now

Yeah. Don't help him just wait there and do be of no help. Actually that probably is a good thing that's he's staying tho?

Oh no they actually can't even find him either

Yeah the lemon lighter thing came back!

Oh he's in the middle of a pentagram that seems good

He's in the Trousers' theater?

Oh there's Kat... And honestly I'm not so sure I like that she's here considering the way she said that...

RIP HAS BEEN LOCKED UP IN THEIR HOUSE?

Icabod you literally have been rooming with the Headless Horseman who is quite literally a dead person that has been walking around you've even been being dead people back to life you of all people should know it is possible

No Kat no don't do this

FUCK YEAH BROM

MATILDA NOOOO

I mean obviously she's in on this but nooo :(

He's proud of him!

"Thanks Dad. ICABOD!"

Here comes the bard! To save the day!

Yeah let him finish

Oh wow just straight up killing him jesus christ

Even Matilda is concerned with this

Damn okay Diedrich but also fuck yeah

She just straight up took Rip's drink

Aw Brom

Rip was running from Matilda the whole time!

That's song absolutely ruled Shipwrecked put this on Spotify, put all of the songs on Spotify, please

NO NO WHY'D HE HAVE TO DIE AGAIN I MEAN THE SPELL ONLY WORKS AND HE WOULD'VE DIED AGAIN ANYWAY BUT ALSO COME ON

I'm concerned about her going in that cell

They're gonna kill Judy?!

YES HORSEMAN!

The head!

No don't hurt Brom he's just a himbo!

"like Lord farquad but worse" bdjddndn

YES I HAD A FEELING THE BABES WOULD HELP SAVE THE DAY! LET'S GO!

"you have the right to remain totally owned!" iconic

"ow my bones! I have more of them than a normal person" djdjdnfb

Oh woah Matilda's betraying her Kat!?

Rip!!

Henrietta!

Oh no Kat's dead dead no way to get her back :( I mean yeah she's a murderer but so :(

FUCK YEAH MEINHOF

Aww Icabod

YEAH ICABOD GETS SWORD

Oh shit she's gone

Sndkdn Rip get the poor man food

Diedrich? But your dead?

Rip for mayor!

Ah ghost Diedrich!

Aw a note from Paulie!

The real story of Sleepy Hollow!

Omg Brom and Matilda!!! <3 BROMTILDA BELOVED

"it's just that we're best friends :)"

She doesn't appear in photos??

Icabod can see the ghost of Diedrich!

WHAT? A CLIFFHANGER??? ARE WE GONNA A SEASON 2 OF HEADLESS WE FUCKING BETTER BE OMG WHOSE BEHIND THE DOOR DAMMIT

Douffe just chilling living her best life on a beach huh

That was. So. So. So. So insanely good. Seriously if you haven't watched it yet omg go watch it was SO good I absolutely love it!!!!

#shipwrecked comedy #headless: a sleepy hollow story #headless series

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mrs-bluemarine · 1 year

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Hi this is my contribution to @oc-brain-dump-of-jack 's New Year's kiss Collab :) thank you for letting me join in on the fun <3 ft. my new favorite modern au with Jodiemore delicious

Blinded by the Lights

Everyone and their spouse was invited to the CEO's New Years Eve party. The room was full to the brim with people feeling the holiday spirit. Jodie was one of them. After that carpool with her brother and fiancé, with that tension between the two of them thick enough to cut with a knife, she deserved a little drink. Except... Where was Blackmore? Franz was sitting in the corner, chatting with Diego but Jodie's fiancé wasn't anywhere to be seen. Not even Valentine could tell her where he went... She felt the sinking feeling that a certain coworker would, though.

Mike was already tipsy, holding on to an equally drunk Axl Ro while they both were dissolving into a fit of laughter after a bad joke. Axl was the first to notice Jodie standing over the two, and quickly sat up a little straighter. Mike O. caught on a little later.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite girly!" Axl giggled red in the face. "How's it hanging? See that boyfriend of yours anywhere? I've been dyin' to find out where you got that ring for 'im." Mike giggled more violently, doubling over and covering his face. Jodie wasn't humored.

"Cut the crap you two, I know you guys ran him off away from the party! Do you seriously have to tease him every chance you get?"

"Now, that ain't no fun. What's a party without some jokes?" Mike quipped up. "For real though, your man has been actin' weird since the party started. Is he sick? He went runnin' out the door before we could even bring you up."

"He was acting strange? He was fine back in the car..." Jodie cupped her chin in thought. "He could've had too much to drink, I'll find him and see if I can figure out what's wrong." After a thought, Jodie grabbed the water bottle sitting between the two men, not without a complaint from Mike. The seal was still closed, and there was some condensation, this would do. Without another word she skipped out of the brightly lit office. There wasn't many lights on in this part of the building, except for one amongst the sea of grey cubicles. With pure memory alone Jodie deduced it was coming from Blackmore's seat.

She silently made it over to find him at his desk, everything pushed to the side so he could rest his head on his arms. If he noticed his fianceé, he didn't act like it. He was tense, anxiety and stress clear in his posture. Jodie stole a chair from another cubicle so she could sit next to him, a gentle hand on his rigid back. "Is everything alright, Blackmore? I missed you in Mr. Valentine's office." She asked him softly.

His deep blue eyes looked away in shame. "'m sorry. Didn't mean to make you to worry."

"That's okay! I just wanted to make sure you weren't hurt." Jodie offered him the cold water bottle. Blackmore took it but didn't make a move to drink it yet. "You aren't, are you?"

"No..."

Jodie copied him, resting her head on an arm while still rubbing his back. "Please tell me. Was it Mike and Axl?" She asked. Before explaining, Blackmore sighed deeply.

"Everything was fine once we got here... I don't know what it was. The lights, all the noise, being cramped between those two with them in my face... It all came on to me so quick, I just wanted to get away from it all before I passed out in front of everyone." He sighed again, deep from his chest. How childish was it to be so overwhelmed by a party? But Blackmore knew Jodie understood. She knew him better than anyone else.

"Oh, Ritchie, I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do for you? Would you like to leave?"

"Not... Not yet. I'll be fine now that I'm alone. I don't wanna leave so soon. We just got here, Funny would be crushed! Besides you.. you like these parties? Don't you?"

Jodie sat up to hold his face, making sure she could see him clearly while her thumbs soothed the skin of his cheeks. "Ritch, if I had to choose between your health and a party, you know damn well I'd choose you, every time. And I think Mr. Valentine and Mrs. Maggie would both agree." He was struck by her selflessness once again, if only for a moment.

"Jodie... Thank you for understanding me. 'm sorry I'm so..." She interrupted him with a kiss on his cheek. Blackmore gave her a soft smile, enjoying the feeling of her cool hand on his heated skin.

She looked to a clock on the wall. It was digital, in big red numbers it read a minute to midnight. In the distance she could hear the music was paused and the excited murmur of the others waiting for the final count down. No one followed her out to find Blackmore, that left them both alone in the dark maze of cubicles. "It's not too late. Before we leave could we...kiss, once the countdown finishes? If that's okay with you?"

With wide eyes, and suddenly much more anxious, he sat up as stiff as a pole. "Well, since no one's around, and it's the least we can do tonight... I'd like that. A lot, actually."

They both waited with bated breath, hands clasped together as they leaned forward. The countdown started soon, everyone chanting in unison, beginning at ten, and slowly making it down. The waiting was painful as they closed the gap between them, noses pressing into one another and their eyes closing. It became unbearable. At the cheer of one their lips already crashed together in a sweet lock. Blackmore sighed in bliss against her mouth, pulling her closer to feel her heartbeat next to his. The cheers in Valentine's office became a hazy hum as they parted, looking deeply into each other's eyes, smiling in contempt.

"I...love you." Jodie's giggle fell on his ear sweetly.

"I love you too, Ritchie. Happy new year, dear." And she sealed the memory with a delightful kiss on his nose.

#YEAAAAHHH #writing collab #💜 / love her madly #selfship community #fics

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theterpenequeen · 2 years

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Because I’m the fucking prototype, and you’re just a duplicate.

You could never make a copy, without first consulting a blueprint.

;]

>> oh! Is that why you're wearing long pink wigs now? Is that why all of a sudden you're an "outdoorsman?" Keep trying to flatter yourself, lol

What, I made you move a state away so that I am no longer a physical threat?

>> ....is that a threat? Or did you fail at studying me as hard as you think you have? This is where I am from, idiot. Lmao

Yet, here you two are, still just as obsessed.

I haven’t looked at your shit in more than two years- imagine my surprise- to see how much she is trying to be me.

>> i didnt know you invented alt girl aesthetic! 😂 please keep flattering yourself if that's what you need to do to sleep at night.

Obviously you've never gone through the process of lifting permanent black hair dye from your hair without damaging it. That's fine and all, but who's obsessed? I mean. Look at you. Tumblr is for teenagers and i literally just made one to post this response. But. Obsessed??? You've been using tumblr to write love letters to me for like, 5 years now?

You will never be as stable as I have been- and your bullshit threats are useless. What do you do- sit on the floor and cry, trying not to rip your own mind apart while sending me messages projecting your own desires? Sweetie, get real.

>> bold move to talk about how stable you are as you post a completely unhinged psychobabbling love letter to somebody you've been cyberstalking for years, publicly, for all to see.

What threats? Aside from asking you on ig, very nicely, might I add, to stop fucking cyberstalking me, and this, and ignoring your IG messages.. but I do see your tumblr is full of love letters and death threats to me. If that ain't splitting, sweetie...

You can mimic all you want, you will n e v e r be me.

>> ??? Nobody wants to be you? Look at this unhinged shit, girl!??!

Aren't you wearing pink wigs now?? Who is trying to be whom????

You can try your hardest to look like me so hat he finds your disgustingly fat [in all the wrong places…..], obsessive, bipolar, lopsided, and bow-legged self attractive, but you can fucking have him?!

>> 😂 by the time you wrote this we had already broken up. You're not even a good stalker. Christ.

...oh, nice body shaming, by the way. And mental health shaming! It means a lot, and it is super credible when it is coming from somebody who has a comorbid dx of schizoaffective, borderline, GAD, MDD, and cptsd (especially when they don't even know what the c in cptsd stands for 😂 or the definition of comorbid. LMAOOOOOOO). Super hurts when a person on antipsychotics tries to insult me. V ouch. Funny how that turns around, though... antipsychotics make you fat, sweetie.

DON’T YOU HAVE A FUCKING CHILD? Or did you fuck that one up, too?

>> "fuck that one up, too" implies that you know of something I have majorly fucked up before? I have not fucked up THAT majorly, though. I am, and have been for his whole life, the sole custodial parent of a 16 year old young man. Considering he doesn't drink or do drugs, stays out of trouble, takes his education seriously, and has maintained honor roll status since 7th grade... I can't really imagine what I would have fucked up there? Unlike SOME people, I actually love my child and have been emotionally present for him his entire life. :)

I don’t know why I ever wanted him and as soon as I snapped out of his absorption of everything positive in the world, I moved on.

>> but... you didn't. Look at you. You messaged me 2 weeks ago to try and talk shit about him and his new gf??

I attempted to be civil, tried not to hurt his poor little feelings BUT- what can I say, moved on to bigger and better things ;]

>>still, no you didn't. Look at you, girl. This is pathetic.

What I am trying to say, is that it’s okay, dude.

You can pretend to be me.

>> once again, nobody wants to be you. Literally no one. Not even your own self, lmao. Get real.

But I feel sorry for you girl, TBH- we could have probably been friends and talked about how much of a turn off and fuck up he is. How he wets the bed- glad I got rid of him and that mattress quickly. But why bother now- you seem fairly set on your target.

>> how many paragraph responses have I used to point out the projection, here? I'm the one with a target? Look at your post history. Holy shit. WHY are you so obsessed with me??

Just know- he only knows what I am partially capable of…

He hasn’t met my friends ;]

>> you have friends?

I'd have replied to you directly, but you blocked me before I got the chance 🙃

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mackenzielovee · 2 years

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ambivalence blurb: escort - rafe cameron

a/n: im sorry this gif literally fits so well i cant handle it lmao. this is the last one before the epilogue!! i'm so excited. please leave me a comment, let me know what you think! xoxo

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking

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Topper sprawls himself on the floor of your living room, throwing Scott's mini basketball up in the air and catching it with ease. He look bored, and the reason for that is simple. He is.

"Isn't that weird?" you ask him, lounging on the couch.

"Yes," he sighs, agreeing with you because he has to, "Very weird that Rafe was staring at you a lot last night."

"I know," you continue, ignoring his bored, emotionless voice, "I mean, what the hell is his issue?"

"Who knows," Topper replies, throwing the ball up once more.

"God, I wish we didn't have these stupid dinners. I mean, it's bad enough my parents bring up college every time we sit down, and now Rafe?"

Topper groans once again, "I think you're overreacting a little."

"Really?" you raise a brow.

He sits up now, staring directly at you, "Well, what were you wearing last night?"

"I - shut up, idiot," you roll your eyes.

"I'm just saying, maybe he thinks you're hot."

It's a risky step, and Topper knows it. But, his patience with Rafe has run thin. If he can gauge your feelings toward Rafe, he can handle the situation from here on out.

"Trust me, he doesn't. We don't even talk to each other."

Topper frowns, "Do you ever try to talk to him?"

"No," you admit.

"Maybe you should."

You swallow his words, then shrug. What the hell would be the point in making friends with Rafe? Just so the two of you could have mediocre small talk once a week while you listen to your dads talk business? Nothing great would come out of it, you're sure.

"So, you wanna watch something tonight? Order Chinese?" you change the subject, holding your hands up in the air.

He tosses you the ball with ease, giving you a beat to throw it back before he responds.

"Can't," he replies, "Plans with the guys."

Your jaw falls, "You just let me ramble on about Rafe, and now you're hanging out with him tonight?"

"Relax," Topper laughs, throwing you the ball once more, "I'd never tell him anything."

Mostly because it would hurt his feelings, he thinks. Just telling Rafe about this conversation would upset him.

"I'm not worried about that."

Topper raises his eyebrows, but ultimately decides not to comment further on that statement. He just stands up, throws the ball at you one last time, then reaches for his keys and wallet.

"Can I give you a friendly word of advice?" he speaks, looking mindlessly at his phone, "Maybe, I don't know, just open your mind up to the possibility of it."

"It?" you question.

"Rafe," he clarifies, "Maybe, he's not as bad as you seem to think he is."

"I'll think about it," you shrug, more or less to get him to let it go.

Topper smiles successfully, then walks over and ruffles his hand through your hair. It irritates you, just like he knew it would, and laughs when you swat at his arm. You know he's leaving, but you don't want him to.

"You sure you don't want to ditch them?"

He chuckles, "I can't. I'm sorry. It's a late birthday thing for Kelce, and you know how seriously he takes his birthday."

"I do," you smile.

"Talk to you later," he gives you a small smile.

"Have fun," you call, watching him walk toward the front door. He turns back and gives you a wave, then leaves you alone to find a way to fill your time.

"You think he's for real?"

"Moving on?"

"Yes. Look at him, bro."

"Whatever the fuck he's talking about, he's super into it."

Topper and Kelce are frozen in the middle of the crowded floor at the bar, staring at Rafe as he leans heavily on the bar, practically relying on it to help him remain upright. This girl had approached him about ten minutes ago, and the boys had been captivated ever since, watching their best friend work the magic they both knew he had, but rarely uses.

"She's hot as fuck," Kelce laughs.

"She is," Topper agrees, downing the rest of his drink, "Gonna go see if he needs a wingman."

Topper, who is on his way to dangerously drunk, stumbles over to his best friend, ready to order another drink. He doesn't let Rafe see him coming, wanting to overhear his game.

"And, y'know, she's been wearing her hair differently lately-" Rafe slurs, leaning closer to the girl, "All wavy. Drives me fuckin' insane. I mean, she'd drive me crazy any way, but - did I show you a picture?"

"You showed me four."

"Oh," Rafe frowns, draining the rest of his glass.

"She's beautiful," she smiles politely, setting her hand on his arm.

"Isn't she?" Rafe nods, signaling the bartender for another.

Topper clenches his jaw and sighs, slapping Rafe hard on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Dude," Topper hisses when Rafe spins.

"Buddy!" Rafe cheers, "Look, c'mere, this is-"

Rafe closes his eyes, focusing all his attention on trying to remember the girl's name. He hears her chuckle from behind him, and his shoulders fall.

"Brooke," she waves to Topper.

"Hi, Brooke. I'm Topper, and you know Rafe, yeah?" he waits for her to nod before he continues, "You'll have to forgive his bitch ass for blabbing about this girl. Trust me, he's very single."

As if to tempt Rafe to agree, Topper slaps him again on the back. Rafe just rocks with the hit, then yanks his fresh drink off the bar.

"Not looking though," Rafe waves his drink through the air, "Sorry, Brooke."

"It's okay," she laughs, and much to Topper's surprise, Brooke takes a seat for the first time since she'd come over to speak to him.

"Stop talking about Y/N," Topper hisses in his ear.

Rafe shakes his head, "Can't. All I think about. Should get her to come out here."

"She's not going to want to come to a club when you're drunk off your ass, Cameron," Topper grunts.

"Call her, then. Just wanna hear her voice. Please."

Topper glances to Brooke, who's smiling sadly at the drunk boy. When she looks up at Topper, she just shrugs.

"I told him he needs to tell her about his feelings. Maybe calling her is a good idea," Brooke volunteers, earning a point and an approving nod from Rafe.

"Bro, I don't think-"

"You're such a dick, Top," Rafe grunts, swiping Topper's phone from his hand, "What's y'password?"

"Rafe, you have her phone number."

"She won't pick up for me."

Brooke and Topper both watch as he pauses after he speaks, swallowing down his emotions and his pride as those words float through the air and straight into his heart. He looks up after a moment and tries different four number combinations to gain entry into Topper's phone.

"Fine," Topper agrees, taking his phone back from Rafe, "But, you always wind up breaking your own heart, man."

"Yeah, yeah," Rafe waves him off, swallowing even more of his drink as the excitement of her being close, even just her voice, builds in his chest.

Topper dials her, against his better judgement, and relaxes when it rings four times. She's busy, she won't pick up. Rafe will have to let this bullshit go.

"Hello?"

Rafe's lips part, but no sound comes out. He's frozen, unsure of what to say, or if he should even say anything.

"Hey," Topper scrambles, only now realizing he has no idea what to say.

"Hey, Top. What's up?"

Rafe hums at the sound of her voice, letting his eyes close as he breathes her in. Brooke reaches up and rubs his back, but he doesn't even feel it. He just feels her.

"Um," Topper shrugs at Rafe, "Kelce's drunk ass has nobody to flirt with. Wanna come out?"

She laughs, and Rafe swears he's never heard a more beautiful sound.

"Miss her," he says to Brooke, attempting to whisper, but failing when Topper shoves his shoulder.

"Should've asked me hours ago. Guess what I'm doing right now?"

Rafe's eyes pop open, furrowing his eyebrows at Topper, "What?"

"John B asked me to hang out. I'm heading over to his place."

Rafe feels his heart fall to his feet, head swaying around as he starts to feel the amount of alcohol hitting him. The image of her hanging out with anyone, let alone someone like John B, the only form of torture that can actually get to him.

"Oh," Topper fakes enthusiasm, patting Rafe's shoulder, "Shit. That's good. You into him?"

Rafe inhales sharply, awaiting her answer.

"Yes," she laughs, her grin noticeably wide, even through the phone.

"Good, good," Topper nods, "Have fun. Details at work tomorrow, yeah?"

"For sure," she replies, "Be safe, Top. Have a good night."

"Thanks. Bye."

He gives Rafe a sympathetic smile, but doesn't say anything this time. He'd warned him beforehand, and there's only so many times Topper can tell Rafe to move on before he no longer feels sad for the guy.

Instead, he orders another drink, then tells Rafe he's going to go find Kelce. Rafe just nods and waves him away, unable to get the picture of her and John B out of his head. He turns to the side, realizing Brooke is still beside him.

"I'm sorry," she brushes his arm, "She just doesn't know how lucky she is."

He looks over at her, a somber expression lining his eyes, creasing his forehead. Her heart breaks for him; maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's her desire to be loved like that.

"I'm the lucky one, Brooke," he sighs, "Sit beside her once a week and stare at her. Can't even help it, how do you not stare at someone who looks like that, y'know? Even if I never get her, even if John fucking Routledge gets her, least I know her. Know her better than anyone."

Brooke smiles, "Why won't you tell her then, Rafe? I mean, what would you lose?"

"What would I lose?" he repeats, scoffing as he swallows even more of his drink, "Her. She doesn't feel the same. S'obvious. She wouldn't sit next to me anymore, if she even would come to dinners at all. Take what I have now over nothin' at all. One day, Brooke. One day, she'll notice me. Swear it."

She motions to the bartender, then orders a drink before she speaks again, "I really hope so. You deserve to be loved back."

With one last encouraging pat, Brooke takes her fresh drink and stands up, moving away from the boy. Topper and Kelce find him soon after, all three of them relying on each other to remain upright as they await their Uber. When they arrive back at Tannyhill, Rafe so drunk that he falls into the bushes in the front yard, yet he doesn't feel a thing. All he feels, all he sees, is her.

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I absolutely loved the doll! mc one with the brothers and diavolo. Could I ask for the same idea with the rest of the undateables and luke? If it isn't too much though. Thank you very much, don't forget to take care of yourself and stay hydrated!

I’m glad you enjoyed the first part!! I hope you’re staying safe through this pandemic and that you’re drinking plenty of water. I’m so happy that people liked the Doll!MC scenario so much (it even became one of my top posts and I was NEVER expecting that to happen 😳 click here to read it with the Bros and Diavolo). I got an UR card for Barbatos today and immediately thought back to this scenario cause I was just imagining the different situations with Doll!MC. Hope you enjoy!

Also, Luke’s part is strictly platonic, just FYI!

The Undateables (Minus Diavolo) with Doll!MC

Barbatos

Let me just say, you make this man’s day so much better

Your presence is just so calming for him. You could just be standing there (which is heavily enforced in the kitchen), not doing anything, and he would still be fully relaxed

Definitely loves you being in the kitchen with him, and will find ways to invite you so that you guys can spend time together

“MC, the young master has a tea party planned for this afternoon, and I’m afraid I may need your assistance to help prepare.”

“But Barb, I thought you didn’t want me touching anything-”

“I don’t want you touching anything that can cause you harm. I can easily handle the labor, but I do have a task for you...”

Cue to you sitting perfectly still and taste testing his sweets

“Barb, are you sure that I’m helping you like this? I don’t want to be useless to you!”

“Nonsense, MC. This is perfect. I needed someone with an exceptional palette, and you’re just the right person for me.”

Just you and him, and his sweet creations. What more could he ask for?

Maybe being in a relationship with you, but he is very sure that it’s going to be happening in the near future...and he didn’t even have to use his powers to know that

He stares at you a lot. He can’t help it, he loves to just admire you!

Barbatos is the type of guy where he doesn’t have to rely on words to express his love. His love language is acts of service: packing you lunch and extra sweets every week, giving you recipes that he wouldn’t even share with Luke, and gifting you mini accessories that you can wear with your outfits!

He gave you this adorable three-legged crow holding a cupcake hairpin and you’ve been wearing it ever since

He tries to hide his blush everytime he sees you and now he has to work even harder because of the pin lmao

HAVING YOUR OWN TEA PARTIES WEEKLY

You both have a designated day and time where you don’t plan anything in order to have your own tea parties

No Diavolo, no noisy demon brothers, no other exchange students (sorry Luke). Just you and him, enjoying each other’s company and him basking in your glow

If someone did try to harm you, he would already know of it and properly disposes of the problem. Lord Diavolo can’t afford to have any issues interfering with the exchange program, and he can’t afford to have anything happen to you so...no harm no foul, right?

Please continue to do what you’re doing MC. Stare at him with your bright, doe eyes and give him that lively smile everytime. It makes his day go by much easier, especially since he knows that you’ll still be there, waiting for him with your own desserts and that smile reserved just for him

Simeon

Was convinced that you were an angel

Lowkey still convinced that you’re an angel

Really, you just look so...angelic

Wasn’t upset when you revealed that you were in fact human; he was happy because this meant that he could show you around the Celestial Realm!

Speaking of Celestial Realm, be prepared for Simeon to be your very own personal tour guide everytime. This could be your 50th time up there and he’ll still try to point new things out

“And over here is-”

“Michael’s favorite resting place, since the lilies always seem to bloom whenever he’s around,” you giggled. “I remember Simeon, you tell me this everytime we visit!”

He’s a tad embarrassed

“Forgive me, MC. It seems that I get so elated over the fact that you’re here with me, I tend to repeat some things over.”

“That’s okay! I still have fun with you everytime!”

Oh MC, you’re too adorable!

Which causes him to worry over you. While he knows that the brothers and Diavolo (along with Barbatos) wouldn’t dare cause you any distress, the same couldn’t be said for the other demons lurking around, both in and out of RAD

But not to fear, Simeon your friendly guardian angel is here!

I am so sorry for the rhyme lmao

He may not have been personally assigned to you, but that doesn’t mean he can just let anything happen to you! He’s only doing his heavenly duties in protecting you! He’s also being a good friend by watching over you too, his little lamb

He wouldn’t attack anyone, but if he made a complaint or a very serious concern to the right person (Lucifer or Diavolo), consider the problem handled

You have your own tea time as well, and Luke would join you sometimes. But, every now and then, Luke would have to finish some homework or study, or Barbatos would miraculously call for him at the castle, or if it was just too late and Luke just had to go to sleep, then it would just be you two. Sitting by the fireplace, discussing matters ranging from RAD to your life in the human world, drinking tea that you would take turns preparing

Not to mention the downright dainty little cakes you would bring. One time you brought him angel cakes and he found so lighthearted and precious that he requested you bring them everytime, just for him

May or may not base a character in his new story around you

Simeon wants to shield you from the horrors that are surrounding you both. You’re so pure, he just wants you safe. From the way that you would dress to the way that your eyes would just look so amazed and innocent at him, he just knows that he needs to watch over you, always. The brothers do get a little wary when they see how much time you do spend at Purgatory Hall, but they know that Simeon couldn’t possibly have feelings for you, and you were always so giddy after leaving there, they couldn’t bring themselves to say anything

And Simeon knew that he was starting to feel more than he should. He couldn’t profess his love for you now in risk of falling, but he can wait until you get your wings. Just imagining you in your cute little Ceslestial Realm outfit (which he hopes still mimicked your current style) with your very own beaming halo was enough to keep him waiting and to make sure that you stayed on the right path

He deemed that you were worth the wait

Luke

BFFs! BFFs!

When he first saw you he could just cry

Someone innocent like you got sent down here with these monsters?! He had to keep you safe!!!

Simeon thought you were angel and then realized that you were not; Luke thought you were an angel and refused to believe that you weren’t

You didn’t have it in you to burst his bubble so soon, so you just let him run with it until Simon broke the news

It was like telling a kid that Santa Claus wasn’t real; you can only imagine how Luke took the revelation

Not well from what Solomon told you. Simeon kept saying he just needs some time to process things, and you just felt so awful about the whole thing

Which lead to you bringing him so much sweets that it made Beel jealous and very upset

But we all know how Beel can be around food, so it wasn’t a huge surprise. He chased you around all day and you had to use your pact to get him to stop!

And you promised to make him double the sweets in he forgave you so all is well

Luke was still obviously sad, but he wasn’t going to stay sad forever. Especially not after you brought this many sweets just for him!

Lucifer was not a happy demon when Simeon arrived at the HoL’s doorstep with you groaning and clutching your stomach. And Solomon took so many pictures of Luke while he passed out from his sugar high that he dedicated a whole album in his phone to it

Favorite activity to do together: Baking! (Obviously)

Trading recipes, shopping for ingredients together, baking things for each other to try (where really it was just to have double the desserts)

When you two are in the kitchen together, no one else is allowed (except for Simeon, but only if he’s looking and not touching). It’s now MC and Luke time, everybody else is gonna have to wait!

Luke only wants you to do the the activities that he sees as harmless: which is everything that doesn’t include sharp items and anything else that can hurt you

“MC get away from that! That can seriously hurt you! Let me get it for you instead!

“Luke, honey, it’s just an oven it’s not my first time using one-”

Too late, he already took it out of your hands into his own, mitts already on

Speaking of oven mitts

You guys have matching aprons and mitts!!

Barbatos may be a little bit jealous, but he likes the bond that you two have. And he knows that Luke won’t be a romantic rival so he’s alright lol

Luke is your deemed protector/bodyguard, and he proudly wears the title since no one bothers you because of him (or so he thinks). Everyone makes fun of him calling him a chihuahua, but jokes on him, when Luke complains, he complains

Won’t take long for Simeon or even one of the brothers to pick up on his whines complaints if he thinks someone is bothering you

Luke believes that while he’s small, he can protect you and try to keep you free from danger. He may be young, but he sees himself as the older brother out of you both (even though it’s really you being the older sibling and him being the baby). Always looking out for you especially since you’re too fragile to be left alone!

You’re one of the only people that genuinely likes him and don’t make fun of him. You’re dear to him MC, please don’t ever change!

Also, he definitely talks to Michael about you all the time so excitedly and sends him sweets that you both made together. Michael is a proud dad at this point

Solomon

Knew you wasn’t a doll but loved to tease you about being one anyway

Was there a spell that can really turn you into a doll? You wouldn’t mind if he tried it out on you, right MC?

Don’t tempt him please because he WILL do it

“Tell me, MC. Hypothetically speaking, if I were to purchase-”

“No Solomon, you can’t shrink me down to fit me into a dollhouse, no matter how nice it sounds. Besides, I can’t bake in a dollhouse, the oven wouldn’t work!”

“I can fix that.”

You’re very amusing to him for some reason. Was it because of how doll-like you are? The fairytale way that you dressed? How you were still human and was able to live with seven of the most powerful demons and not die? Maybe it’s the way that you still radiated such positivity despite being in literal Hell?

Honestly all of the above

TEACHING HIM HOW TO COOK/BAKE

Poor Solomon doesn’t realize that his cooking isn’t...the best

And you took the best approach in helping him atleast cook something that looks edible

You didn’t say his cooking was disgusting like some people (literally everyone else), so he took that you giving him lessons was a date of sorts

He wasn’t complaining. Your time spent in the kitchen was scenes straight of a romcom (no matter how cheesy it sounds); his arms wrapped around your waist and dotting icing on your pretty nose

May or may not have licked some icing off of you at one point, will definitely do it again

Solomon is a very confident man, borderline arrogant (Oh who am I kidding he IS arrogant). So yes, while people may see you as an easy target, he’s here to remind them that you’re not. And that if they want to try, chances are they won’t be walking away in one piece

He’s powerful, too powerful in fact. He may not be the strongest physically, but if even the entire student council recognizes his knowledge and what he’s capable of, no one should be dumb enough to test him (keyword: try)

But he wouldn’t mind showing off if it’s for you

You’re one of the only beings to ever peak Solomon’s interest genuinely. Yes, he loved to tease and bug you whenever he pleased, but you also made him want to come around you more and more. He was drawn to you, and that doesn’t happen a lot with him (at least without ulterior motives)

*coughcough* making pacts *coughcough*

You were the only thing that made Solomon feel weak, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Don’t get him wrong, he’s still The Greatest Sorcerer, but he couldn’t help but feel himself get weak in the knees when you gazed at him with so much sincerity. He loves it and loves you

Once your back in the human world, he’s going to be so selfish with you. I mean, he already kinda was now, but this time there won’t be any interruptions or distractions around to take your attention

Us humans have to stick together, and what better way to stick together than to be together, wouldn’t you say MC?

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peakyblindersxx · 3 years

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whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 8 of ?)

gif by @thesoldiersminute can i send you a cake or something cause fuCk!!!!!!!!!!! he's beautiful

a/n: to everyone still reading this fic, my sweet angels, ily!! this fic is so near and dear to my heart and @stxdyblr-2k has just done such an amazing job with it i can't even thank her enough. as per the last part, this one is also mostly her, just me editing but i hope you guys love it as much as i did!!! don't worry, there's gonna be a lot more :) and i apologize for being not as active, i'm gonna try to get a couple of requests up that i'm really excited about this week tysm for being patient with me <3

love, abi xxx

read part one two three four five six seven | my masterlist

prompt: ada has some talking to do, and you're not about to deny her.

warnings: fluff, semi-angst, tommy being the cocky mf he is (let's be real, it's only acceptable cause he's so damn fine), john being cute and in love and jesus i am head over heels

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You had planned to go to Ada's after work, but she obviously had other ideas. She didn't even bother walking in and asking to speak to you; instead, choosing to bang on the window closest to your desk and yelling at you to "fucking hurry up!" Your boss opened the door for you expectantly, not offering you any protection; he was firmly in the Shelby's ever growing pocket and as long as he could go home to his children, his sickly wife and their six bed in the country, with a full time nurse and nanny, he had no interest in crossing Thomas.

"Ada, I was coming to see you after work, I swear."

"I know. I was going to let you but..." She trailed off. "We need to talk. I don't know what the fuck is going on with you. John said he'd seen you last night and you asked after me."

John had indeed seen you last night. It was strange waking up with him, used to leaving almost immediately after he was finished with you. Your small bed could barely comfortably fit you both, having to intertwine your limbs with John's to not fall off the edge. You had awoken to John pressing a kiss to your forehead before lazily trailing his fingers between your legs, waiting for you to open your eyes before settling between your thighs, tongue swirling around your clit, making you cum before sunrise.

"Do we have to do this in the street?" You practically begged, the shouting having attracted onlookers.

"I wanted to talk to you before anyone else in the family gets to you because I need you to be honest."

"Ada-"

"No, I'm doing you a favour here, so you fucking listen. Right now, between you and I, no bullshit. No tactics. No white lies. You have to tell me exactly what we're dealing with." She looked frantic, scared for some reason.

You nodded, walking her down the side street, careful not to link arms with her. You knew she was doing you a favour; this wasn't about forgiveness or friendship, much more was at stake here.

"To what extent was Thomas involved?"

That took you off guard. Ada read the confusion on your face and sighed impatiently, her subtle plea for you to keep up.

Shit. You remembered your conversation with John, how she thought this was her brother's way of pushing her out of the company.

"Don't spare my feelings. What did my brother say to you?"

"He said it was in our mutual interest that you didn't find out. He didn't care who John slept with but cared who you trusted so I had to trust him. He said there was no point in upsetting you over one of John's conquests who he'd tire of in a month."

"That all?"

"Pretty much, I didn't know Arthur knew. He never talked to me about it, did laugh at Thomas' digs now that I think on it-"

"Did you know Isaiah and Michael knew?"

"I thought they were aware but no one ever talked to me about it."

"Of course they wouldn't." She hissed, frustration causing a nerve on her neck to jump.

Ada and you had spoken for years about the rampant misogyny of her brothers and any men you two came into contact with. Although you were both far more reserved than you used to be as rebellious and adventurous thirteen year olds, you'd both grew increasingly angry at how you were treated. She'd long written off her brothers as womanisers, who saw women as purely sexual and entertaining, objectifying them. You both long despised how they dehumanised women. She was amazed that Thomas had attempted to settle down and managed a somewhat loving marriage, but resented him for his carelessness and need for power which inevitably killed his wife.

"Ada, I just want to say..." You licked your lip nervously, unsure of how to continue.

"You need to talk, Y/N. No bollocks."

"Before last night, he'd never been to mine or called. I always went to him."

The muscle in her jaw tensed.

"You slept with him last night then?" You met her question with silence and she rolled her eyes. "The second he said he saw you I knew you had, he wanted to tell me that he was going to continue seeing you and that he hoped I'd be able to accept it one day."

"We never intended to hurt you. It was meant to be fun at first, but now..." You cut yourself off with a sigh, unable to admit you'd fallen for her brother.

"Isn't fun for me. It's fucking embarrassing." She paused, lighting a cigarette, nervous to offer you one, conflicted within herself. She raised her eyebrow, prompting you to continue, the mannerism so similar to her brother’s.

"It should never have happened. I am never going to be able to fix this, I'm so fucking ashamed for doing this to you, Ada."

She sulked, silently drinking in your words.

"Obviously it's not going to be the same, yeah? I'm really fucking upset. I'm so fucked off with you but Poll's really worried about a coup. She thinks you're being used as blackmail against John to keep him on side with Tommy while he expands."

"Makes sense."

"You're part of a much bigger game, you know?"

You nodded. "Yeah, and I knew I would lose from the start. Fucking tragic, Ada."

"My brothers keep pushing, keep growing the business. They keep chasing this prize but I don't think it even exists."

"If it does, it isn't worth it if this shit is the cost. I didn't mean to play into his hands."

"You couldn't have known." She said with a shrug, " 'Siah thinks John loves you."

"He told me last night." Several times, this morning also. You would never tire of hearing him moan those words into your neck or being yelled from your front door as he left for the office.

"You love him, don't you?" She said bluntly, a statement more than a question, your face suddenly hot with embarrassment.

Everything you'd suppressed for months, everything that you'd hidden, every time you lied smiling, every knowing glance from a stranger, every degrading comment from under Thomas' breath.

"I do, an awful lot."

She pauses, relighting her cigarette, "The worst thing about the entire situation is it could've been fine if someone told me. I wouldn't have loved it, obviously, but-" Ada sighed, rubbing her temple with her free fingers.

"I thought you'd hate me."

"How could I? I'd be more angry that you'd drop your standards for my brother. Seriously? Him? Mate…."

"Come off it, I've always thought he was charming. He's funny, smart-"

"Don't gush over my brother, it's grim. I'm just so fucked off you all lied to me." She peered at you through her cigarette smoke. "If you love him and he loves you..." she pressed her lips together as she tensed her jaw, "I could get over it. If it'd make you both happy. But that's going to take a long time. A long time."

"Ada-"

"Look I have meetings and shit to sort, I have to run." She interjected, checking her wristwatch, adjusting the cap which sat atop her trendy short haircut. You caught her arm before she could turn away.

"Thank you. For understanding."

She shrugged you off, "I don't get it, I'd never do that to you. But you also don't get to choose who you're attracted to. I'm really hurt, but I do love you and John a lot. He mentioned that after last night you helped him, got him cleaned up. I have to believe that you both do love each other. So I have to believe that this is a good idea for you both and not stand in your way."

"I love you, Ada. Can we hang out soon, just us two?"

She shook her head. "I need some time, I'll be in touch, yeah?"

You nod, stretching out your pinky finger. She sighed and linked it with hers, as you'd done since you were children, a silent signal to each other after a fight that you still had the other's back.

"Right, I've got to get back to this meeting, Tom is getting done by Polly for nearly getting John killed. I need to be there in case one of the lads needs patching up."

"Your aunt has a nasty left hook, I'll give her that."

"She'll be pleased you think so, she wanted Tommy to slice you to bits for crossing me."

"Fuck’s sake, thanks for the warning, I'll keep my head down. Good luck with the meeting."

Ada nodded and you watched her walk away, a Blinder suddenly appearing by her side seemingly from nowhere. This city was crawling with them. They clambered into Ada's car as you watched the car disappear into the distance before walking back to work. Thankfully, with your head still attached to your shoulders.

*******

Ada arrived at Thomas' estate, following the swell of shouting voices to his exquisite library. It was eye roll worthy and typical Tommy to choose the location of his post-fuckup debrief to be where he had the best view of the gardens, river and rolling hills. She could bet he'd sit in a corner and stare at the view, zoning out their aunt's lecture.

An armed blinder she vaguely recognised opened the door. Thomas was making a statement today with the armed guards, she noted. Her brothers really were fucked up. Arthur was an alcoholic killer who couldn't understand that Thomas would betray them all eventually, Finn was letting the tokyo and the razor chasers that circled him distract him from keeping the family together, John was apparently in love with her best friend, and finally, Thomas nearly got Arthur and John murdered last night with his foolishness. At this point only herself and Polly were holding everyone together, keeping everything silently moving along.

The door opened, and she was the last to arrive, Polly glaring as she murmured an apology, standing next to Finn. His eyes were bloodshot, grey-purple smudges under his eyes, he'd obviously had a heavy night. The last thing the poor lad needed was Polly's shrill yelling and the blinding sun streaming through the large immaculately crafted windows, which he'd tried to block with the brim of his cap. John caught her eye, acknowledging his sister with a nod, which she returned with a small tight smile.

Ada couldn't bear to think about the reasoning behind her brother's smug interjections in between Polly's rant to Thomas who was listening wordlessly, smoking.

Y/N and John? It didn't make sense. They had a similar sense of humour, sure, but she was far too intelligent for him. He also had a swarm of children, while Y/N preferred a wild night out only staggering home at daybreak.

It made far more sense for Y/N to end up with Michael, or if it had to be a brother, Finn. They were younger, so had less responsibilities and commitments so they could keep up with her. But John? Of course she knew he was believed to be the Casanova of her brothers, he was kind, he was an excellent father, yet he could never keep anyone around long, usually John was chasing someone new after a month or so. That's why the revelation that John had been involved with her best friend for almost half a year had taken her completely by surprise. Maybe that was why she was open to them being together. That had to be it. This relationship was completely out of character for John; she needed to believe that he was serious about his feelings towards Y/N and wasn't going to fuck her over. Because if he did, John would be a dead man.

"I don't know why you're all bleating at me. Yeah, I overlooked some details in the planning of last night's meeting-"

"Such as warning us that they were really fucked off because you'd helped bomb their warehouse." John pointed out.

"What do you want me to do? Apologise? Grow up, John." Tommy snapped back.

"They had loaded guns against their heads, they deserve an apology." Ada interjected, John giving her an appreciative flash of smile. She did love her big brother. Despite the fact that she'd pretty much only been yelling at him for the past month, John never dismissed her feelings and only apologised. It was confusing to admit to herself, but when Isaiah told her that he was confident John loved Y/N, she felt a wave of relief. At least he cared about her; it was the bare minimum but the Shelbys were notorious for not even meeting the bare minimum for acceptable social interactions.

"They didn't fuckin’ get shot." Thomas stated, his voice matter of fact and condescending.

"Do you ever hear yourself speak?" Polly spit back at him. "They didn't get shot this time. But it was too fucking close."

"It won't happen again, Polly." Tommy sighed. "What else can I say? Sorry lads, take the weekend off?"

"It's a good start." Arthur countered, "You're also paying for the extension on my house and my wedding."

"Fuck’s sake Arthur I was joking. But fine. Sure."

"You can't buy your family off." Polly scoffed at him.

"Think of it as compensation, a settlement." Thomas coolly corrected his aunt. "What do you want, John? A fucking farm?"

John hesitates while Finn whispered suggestions to him, Ada meeting his stare, John raising a brow to her in question. She sighed and nodded her approval.

"You can pay off my mortgage Tom, give me the kids' birthdays off-"

"So you'd never come into work then?" Finn cut in, Ada elbowing him in the ribs. She usually enjoyed Finn's remarks but she knew where John was heading; she could barely breathe.

"Tom, you're also to leave Y/N completely alone. If you have a problem with her, you come to me about it." He said firmly.

Arthur and Tommy traded knowing looks, obviously more aware of the ins and outs of his relationship than Ada was.

"Also if you're paying for Arthur's wedding I want the equivalent in cash." He adds.

Tommy shrugged. "Whatever. As long as we can move past last night and focus on today's order of business."

John nodded, satisfied. He knew Tom wouldn't care, but just saying out loud that he was involved with Y/N and having his family aware was a relief. He hadn't realised until he finally admitted how stressful keeping his relationship a secret was. Now, he could stop worrying about Tommy interfering.

Polly rolled her eyes, lecturing the brothers on their lack of moral backbone to allow themselves to be bought off, but dismissed them. She caught Ada's arm in hers on their way out, pulling her far from earshot.

"So Y/N and John are together now?" She asked, her face firm and scowling.

"Polls, I talked with her, she's aware of what she's done. She apologised and meant it. What more can I ask for?"

"Her not to have fucked him in the first place."

"She said that. Look, Polls, they're happy right? John seems happy-"

"He always is when he gets a leg over."

"You know she looked after him last night? Fixed him up after the meeting."

"Meeting? It was a fucking set up." Polly hissed but her face had softened. "She cleaned him up?"

"Antiseptic, bandages and all."

Polly looked subtly impressed, although she'd never admit it. "He went to hers? Not yours?"

"He wanted to talk to her." Ada shrugs, "I saw her this morning and-"

"What do you mean? You bumped into her?"

"I went to her work." Ada admitted, her aunt shooting her an exasperated glare.

"Why do I bother? Nobody listens to me."

"I had to talk to her, I'm glad I did. She reckons she loves him, he told her last night that he loves her, so..."

"We are talking about John? Our John?"

"I know Polls, I'm as amazed as you."

Her aunt huffed, unimpressed. "Are you okay with it though?"

"I guess, I just want them to be happy. I've told them to give me time with it."

"She was a good friend growing up, but people change, sometimes for the better, often for the worse."

"Poll, it's Y/N; she's my best friend. At the end of the day, we'd do anything for each other."

"Sweet Ada, you're going to be so miserable if you keep letting people walk all over you." Polly said wisely, kissing her goodbye affectionately. "I hope you're right. If she makes you cry again I'll kill her myself."

"Thanks, Polls."

She knew her aunt wasn't joking.

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