#mayniac

Does anyone know what’s going on with the WEBTOON author jjolee? A fanfic author of the series she wrote (Lost in Translation) updated her fic saying they don’t support her fear mongering.

Bts has their ungodly cute chibis right? Those precious little fuckers that stole everything I own with a single smile?

Well.

Word Count- 874

Summary- Ever since a young age, you’ve wanted to go skydiving. Now that you finally are, Jack isn’t too fond of the idea.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; uM SO LIKE WOW IT’S BEEN A WHILE. I’ve decided that while I hardly find inspiration to write anymore, I’m probably not going to delete this blog, because I’ve put time & effort into this blog and even though my posting will be rare, I’ll still try to finish all my requests as they come. So sorry this has taken so long, but tbh, I’m surprised I wrote it at all.

Requested; Yes

req;  One of the Maynard's, "just... come back alive, okay?" And "please, you can't die now" idk if it sent but I wanted to add to the one I sent earlier..... 😬

prompt 1;  "just... come back alive, okay?" 

prompt 2;  "please, you can't die now"

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“Oh please, Jack. I’ll be fine.” You said, rolling your eyes as you slipped your arms through the sleeves of your jacket. “What if something goes wrong, Y/N?” He asked, worriedly. “Jack, honestly, these people do this for a living. I highly, highly doubt anything will go wrong.” You said, exasperated. “That’s not certain, Y/N!” You ignored him, rolling your eyes and zipped up your jacket. “Don’t go..” He muttered, defeated, and you whipped around, angrily. “What is your problem? I’ve been talking about doing this for ages, since we were 9 years old, Jack! Why does it matter so much now? Why didn’t you say anything before, I’ve been planning this for 12 years, why bring it up now?!” You yelled, annoyed. He stayed quiet.

You and Jack had been friends since your early years; 5 or 6, maybe. Ever since you were young, the sky had fascinated you. It was something you could never truly understand; and it intrigued you to no limits. It called to you, in a sense. Some said you were crazy for thinking so, but you knew what you truly wanted to do. When you turned 9 years old, you promised yourself that one day, you’d satisfy your burning desire to explore the sky.

Jack, on the other hand, wasn’t as excited as you were. He trusted flying, of course, he flew on planes all the time, it was a huge part of his job as a youtuber. This was different. It wasn’t the fact you were going to be in the air on a plane travelling to a nice, safe location. No, it was something else that was bothering him. It was the part about jumping out of a moving aircraft several thousand feet above the ground and falling at an alarming rate towards the ground, that was worrying him.

You’d vowed to yourself from the young age of 9 years old, that on your 21st birthday, you were going to Skydive.

Your best friends refused to let you go at it alone, of course. They said they’d come as well, and you’d have a party of sorts. Jack was invited too, and you’d even paid for a ticket for him, though he refused to jump out of a moving plane. He thought it was ridiculous- but you brushed it off. Twelve years of planning and waiting later, it was the big day, and nothing would ruin your mood. When you’d woken up, you could hardly contain your excitement, the smile on your face the brightest it had been in years. The morning could not have been more perfect; Jack had made you breakfast, but only as you’d mentioned today’s adventure, did the day go sour. Hence why you were fighting with Jack now.

You turned and grabbed the doorknob, opening the door gently. You stepped out, about to close it behind you when Jack began to mutter. You had to pause and take a minute to register what he’d said. “I’m just worried about you.” You sighed, pushing the door open and meeting Jack face to face. He took a deep breath, looking you in the eye, and you could see just how scared he was. It made your heart wrench in your chest. “Just... come back alive, okay? Please, you can't die now.” “I promise you Jack, I’ll be fine.” You assured him, pulling him in for a gentle kiss.

“I’ll text you when we get there, and when we land, okay?” You told him, caressing his cheek gently. He nodded, and smiled. You could see it in his eyes he was still nervous, but trying to be strong for you. “Have fun, love.” You smiled too, and gave him one last quick peck on the lips before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. You’d made it to the parking lot, and decided to text your friends, letting them know you were about to leave. ‘Leaving now. See you in 15.’ You’d sent, the smile never leaving your face. This was it, you were actually doing this. You couldn’t believe it.

You’d climbed into the car, and began to pull out of the lot, when you heard him. “Wait!” Jack called, running out after you with his coat and shoes on. “What are you doing?” You asked him, surprised. “Do you still have that extra ticket?” He asked, slightly out of breath. You furrowed your brows in confusion, “Yeah?” “Can I tag along, then?” He asked, a cheeky grin on his face. 

You blinked, not expecting that. You didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly hadn’t been that. “I thought you didn’t want to risk your life jumping out of a plane?” You asked, smirking in amusement. “Yeah well, I’d be a pretty shitty boyfriend and best friend if I didn’t help my girlfriend fulfill her lifelong wish- and on her birthday, nonetheless.” “Hop in, lover-boy.” You said, unlocking the door.