#Cat could be kept around for mousing. Or not idk

[fumifooms]

Meowpi compilation

Meowpi is the Touden family’s house cat. We mostly see it with or around Falin, and if Falin having named Muimui is any indication I hc Falin was the one to name it~ Beyond the dogs and Meowpi, the Toudens also have chickens, sheeps, goats and at least one horse.

[reallyhatethiswebsite]

read this post by @bitethedevil and ended up writing this idk don't take it too serious

Read on AO3

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Tav's fingers skittered over the red skin of Raphael’s naked back. It was always hot to the touch and smooth, its texture almost like leather. Patches of tiny scales grouped together in different spots, especially around the big joints connecting his wings to his body. Raphael fascinated Tav - not quite in the same way she fascinated him, but they were birds of a feather, so to speak. In fact...

"I've been wondering about something," she said, breaking the sleepy silence that had settled between them some time ago.

"Mm?" Raphael was utterly relaxed, the laziest Tav had ever seen him. On his belly in his (their!) bed, shirtless and shoeless - the scandal! He'd been enjoying her aimless touches. His Majesty, indeed.

"Can you fly?" She ran her palm across the thin membrane of wing she could reach, then the sturdy bone. "You've got these huge wings, but I've never seen you use them." She'd witnessed them fully stretched out once or twice, but otherwise he always kept them folded close to his body. A shame. They were magnificent. Heavy as anything, though - especially when he was dead asleep. Tav had almost been suffocated a few times trying to spoon him, and he refused to sleep in his human glamour just to let her be the big spoon. Waste of magic, he said. Spoilsport.

"What an inane question." Raphael didn't even open his eyes. "Of course I can. My wings are not for show, little mouse. No more so than a bird's are."

"Well..." Tav chose her next words carefully. She'd learned through trial and error how much she could prod her devil and when. Most of the time he was amenable to light teasing, but sometimes, when he was in a good mood like this, she could have some fun. "There are some birds out there who have wings but can't fly, you know. Peacocks, for example. They're kind of like big chickens, if you think about it."

Raphael slowly lifted his head, turned it so he could look at her over his shoulder. Tav bit her tongue in a futile attempt to squash her impish grin. His orange iris burned in the inky depths of his black sclera. A few locks of his hair were free from his usual coiff.

"Big chickens," he repeated flatly.

"Yes," said Tav, her voice strangled by the giggle she was trying to suppress. "How do I know you aren't an infernal peacock?"

"I can fly, you insipid little gibbon," he snapped, but he wasn't angry. She could tell by the twitching at the corners of his lovely mouth. Tav coughed, choked on a laugh.

"I think you should show me."

"Do you."

"For posterity's sake, of course."

"Of course."

Tav waited, watched, moved to make space for Raphael as he sat up, languidly stretching like a big cat. Accidentally whacking her with those wings she was so obsessed with.

"Apologies, dear," he drawled, about as sorry as a horny kobold in a bathhouse. He smiled when she scowled. He stood to his full height, preening as she ogled him. In nothing but a pair of trousers, he truly was a sight. Without warning he beat his mighty wings and took off, soaring across the room to land on the other side, where he nonchalantly poured himself a glass of wine. Tav spluttered in the wake of that massive gust of air. Raphael sipped his wine, staring at her as if to say, "well?"

"Good distance! You looked a little wobbly with your execution, though," Tav said. It wasn't true. He was majestic in flight, but he didn't need to know that. His ego was big enough. She combed her fingers through her rustled hair, grinning when Raphael’s eyes narrowed.

"Perhaps you're right." He put his glass down and sauntered towards her. Tav's heart leapt into her throat, fear and excitement together. "I need a counterweight."

"A what? Hey!" She didn't struggle when he picked her up, shifting her in his arms until he was holding her bridal style. It was a thrill to be held by her devil, and yet. She giggled nervously, her cheeks warm. "What are you doing?"

"Why, showing you that I can fly, of course!" He declared, making a scene of looking around. "But we simply cannot do it here. There's hardly enough space. Hm...ah, perfect."

He walked them to the balcony overlooking the endless landscape of Avernus. Tav sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly aware of what he was about to do. Now she began to try and wriggle free, but his grip was iron.

"Okay, you've proven your point! There's no need for a second flight, your technique was perfect!"

Raphael had no mercy. He smirked down at his little mouse, showing teeth. His eyes alight with dark mischief. "Big chickens, Tav," he said, and leapt off the edge. She shrieked, clung to him like a limpet, feeling and hearing his chuckles as he effortlessly flew them around.

After the intial spike of shock, Tav relaxed, just a little. This wasn't so bad. Raphael was an adept flier, and if she ignored the monumental height she was suspended at, it could almost pass as romantic. Soaring about the hot skies of Hell in the arms of her underworld Prince. Feeling every powerful flap of his wings. His strength. Avernus, from a distance, was beautiful in a devastating way. Unfortunately for Tav, she'd forgotten quite how fiends liked to play.

"Oh dear," Raphael said, stoic. He'd been waiting for her guard to lower. Tav's stomach lurched when she sensed his grasp on her slacken. "I seem to have lost my balance."

"RAPHAEL NO DON'T- AAAAAAHHHH!"

He dropped her. Tav screamed as she plummeted to the ground, terrified and betrayed. Raphael was rapidly becoming a shrinking red blur as she fell. He was probably watching her with sick satisfaction. She cursed him. She cursed herself. Mostly she cursed him. Bastardbastardbastard -

"Fret not, little mouse," he purred, hideously amused. She was in his arms again. "I've got you."

Tav couldn't speak; could only tremble, dig her fingers into him. He laughed the entire flight back to the house, deep and rich and raw. Tav planted herself on stable ground the first moment possible, glaring at him.

"You're horrid," she hissed. Raphael cackled.

"Oh, come now. You didn't truly believe I would allow you to fall to your death, did you? Such little faith. Ah, but how sweet your screams were...I shall be hearing them in my dreams for weeks."

"Horrid," Tav muttered again. She wriggled between the bedsheets and buried herself under the covers. It didn't take long for him to join her, surrounding her with his cloying heat.

"You'll forgive me, won't you?" He murmured sweetly into her ear, raising goosebumps all over her skin. One big clawed hand slipped beneath her shirt to gently rub her stomach just the way she liked. Wordlessly she pressed into his touch.

He played her like a fiddle, always.

[darlingian]

weekly tag wednesday

Firsts! Name: c h a n i Age: 31

First Pet? My mom had two Siamese cats before I was born, their names were Ayla and Tiki. But the pet that was all mine was a Betta fish named Herman. He was beautiful.

First Word? My parents had this friend named "Crazy Bob" (so named because of his tendency for lighting fireworks in his mouth.) and he was pushing me on a swing and every time the swing came close to him he'd say "Bob!" and eventually I said it.

First Celebrity Crush? I think Lindsay Lohan?

First IRL Crush? Brendan. He could draw really well and gave me a picture he drew of an armadillo.

First kiss? Either Chelsea, at summer camp in grade 8 on a dare, or if that doesn't count, Bryan at a Halloween party. He looked like Michael Cera and was dressed in a child's unicorn costume. Neither of us enjoyed it.

First Car? a 2005 Toyota Echo. Loved the hatchback, hated that it was a 2 door. Especially when we had a baby and trying to get the bucket seat in and out was a bitch.

First apartment/house/dorm/whatever away from your parents? I left home at 16 and couch surfed with friends. But I was 21 when I first rented my own room and was completely self reliant.

First time on a plane? 13, when I went on a ski trip to BC with my dad.

First cellphone? My dad works in telecommunications (he designs software? Idk he's explained it to me so many times and I still don't understand) and he always had new cellphones laying around so I think the first one he let me take was some kind of blue Nokia. (but my fave was a Motorola razor with Arabic lettering on the keyboard because he bought it in Dubai.)

First concert? I went to music festivals with my dad since I was really young. My dad always said my first was the Canadian band 54-40, but the first one I remember was Bedouin Soundclash. But if we're talking about the first concert I went to without parents? Then Hedley when I was 12. (They played a free block concert)

First Foreign country you visited? I've never been out of the country. (Much to my chagrin. I have such a yearning to travel.)

First sport you ever played? Played soccer when I was little.

First career aspiration? I wanted to be a vet and an artist.

And finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think "wow" When I was in grade 5 I won an art contest and got to go to art camp. I can't even remember what my art looked like but I remember being proud of it. But when I was in grade 8 I made this plasticine sculpture of a hand reaching up from a tree stump. There were vines and a ladybug and a mouse. My art teacher kept it as an example.

thanks for the tags @mybrainismelted @stocious @energievie @deedala @creepkinginc @heymrspatel ! I'm giving each of you a soft kiss on the head.

tagging @too-schoolforcool @michellemisfit @mickeysgaymom @heymacy @gardenerian @gallawitchxx @iansw0rld @blue-disco-lights @crossmydna @sgtmickeyslaughter @sam-loves-seb @mmmichyyy @metalheadmickey @jrooc @sickness-health-all-that-shit @deathclassic @loftec @suzy-queued @lupeloto

[whumpshaped]

i couldnt help it. prev masterlist

tw vampire whumper, begging, dehumanisation, threat of death, suggestive stuff but less so?? idk i lost sense of whats conventionally horny long ago, implied kidnapping

Beckett was just trying to get home. He wasn't coming from a night-out, his only sin was having worked late into the evening not even by his own choice. His desire to crawl into bed and hide under the covers was greater than it ever had been, and he knew no boss was going to make him stay after nightfall if he survived this.

The vampire had almost looked angry under that peaceful facade they put on, at least before he admitted he was terrified. That seemed to placate them somehow, and he wished he were smart enough to use that to get out of this hellish situation without fangs in his neck.

But they weren't going to kill him, right? They'd said no killing, if he kept quiet?

As the vampire's lips brushed against his neck and their cold breath washed over his skin, he could vividly imagine the creature opening their mouth, just about to bite– "Wait!" he blurted out, his voice a little too loud and making him flinch instead of his attacker. But the thing froze too, before they slowly pulled back, red eyes searching his features.

"Wait?" they repeated, sounding a little amused. Beck didn't think they'd ever been told to wait. "And whatever shall I wait for?"

He looked for an answer desperately, eyes darting between the vampire and the end of the alley. There wasn't a single soul around, and he couldn't come up with anything believable; but sticking with the truth hadn't hurt him before. The thing was looking for honest answers, right?

"I– I don't know, I'm sorry, I'm s-so scared–" he stammered, sniffling a little. "I'm so scared of dying– p-please, please promise me you'll let m-me go after, and I won't struggle, I–"

"Promise?" The vampire was stifling a laugh by the looks of it. "So I have to pay a price to be granted the privilege of drinking from you, a helpless mortal I could enthrall and drain and you would be none the wiser until you were drawing your last breath. Maybe not even then — maybe you'd drift peacefully... But you want me to promise you your life in exchange for a single bite."

Beck shrank under their gaze, squirming uncomfortably. He was helpless, that much was true, but at least the vampire didn't seem offended by his nervous blabbering. His stomach churned as he realised they might just be playing with their food, a cat lifting its paw only to see the mouse, blinded by its drive for survival, run straight into its other one.

"I just want to live," he whispered, and the vampire hummed thoughtfully.

"I could lie," they pointed out. "I could promise you anything and everything."

"B-but you don't have to–"

"I don't have to do anything. I don't have to lie, lure, enchant or poison– I don't have to listen to you."

"But you do," he breathed. "I d-don't know why, I don't know, I don't even know why you stopped, I know you didn't have to!" The vampire shushed him, and he realised with horror that he was slowly raising his voice. "I'm sorry–"

"I have not taken a single human without my powers before," the creature cut in, in a tone that was almost conspiratory; a secret shared between the two of them. "I must admit, it is refreshing to hear wants and needs that aren't aligned with my own, thus I was inclined to hear you out. And it is adorable that you have taken that to mean you have some sort of... leverage here. But let us not get carried away with that fantasy."

Beck choked on a sob, still unable to avert his eyes. So that was it? The vampire wanted to hear him out only to shatter his illusions and specifically deny him anything he might've hoped for? "Please?" he tried again, his voice trembling as much as his body. "I– you're right, I can't– I can't stop you, I'm–" He sucked in a breath, trying to find the right words to appease someone clearly power-hungry, someone who got off on tormenting him. "You decide whether I live or die," he stated bluntly, and the vampire's eyes lit up. "I'm n-not– I'm not bargaining– I have n-nothing to offer. I'm begging you. Please."

There was a long moment of pause between them, the vampire's eerie stillness a stark contrast to his own utter inability to stay put with all that anxiety rattling around in his chest.

"I do decide that," the vampire said so hungrily that Beck thought he'd gone too far, riling up the monster past the point of no-return. But then they chuckled, soft and so entirely amused, sighing in a way that almost made him think they found him endearing. "You're trying your very best to say what I want to hear, aren't you? Oh, dear... what am I to do with such a good little human? Surely, I cannot drain you after all this."

Beck tensed up when the vampire leaned in again, knowing that this time there was nothing he could say to stop them from biting. But that was almost a promise, right? At least half of it? As close as he would get?

"But I also cannot leave you," they murmured, and Beck's heart sank. "No... I think I'll keep you."

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general drabbles taglist: @ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @whumpkinpie @delicateprincepaper @whumppmuhw @whump-em @cyborg0109 @morning-star-whump @justanotherlokifan @2in1whump @lthrboy @justletmereadmywhump @florissimps

[auroragreenvale]

Cruel Summer - JJ Maybank

SOOOO.... I started writing this when Outerbanks season 2 came out (and I bought Lover on vinyl) and I have since fallen off the show and writing/fandom stuff in general. (also im a lesbian now and this is a straight love story lol but i still like it) BUT I wrote/made notes for this story and liked it and wanted to share it but didnt have it in me to finish. So this is the entire 20 pg google doc copy pasted for whoever might be intrigued! :)

*it WILL be full of typos... its ab the story not the writing lol

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Based on these songs from Lover by Taylor Swift:

i think he knows

Cruel summer

Miss americana

Paper rings

Daylight

Outline

Lyric: The moon is high like your friends were the night that we first met

JJ and yn meet briefly at a bonfire 

Chapter 1

Lyric: he got that boyish look that I like in a man 

She notices jj doing jobs around figure 8

Chapter 2

Lyric: the wine is cold like the shoulder that i gave you in the street cat and mouse for a month or two or three

Chapter 2?

Lyric: he’s so obsessed with me and boy i understand (alternatively: im so obsessed with him nobody understands)

She notices jjs intrigued and plays hard to get

Chapter 2

Chapter 2.5 or 3?

Lyrics: snuck in through the garden gates every night that summer just to seal my fate

Here we see them getting close, falling for each other

Lyric: I’m drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar said I’m fine but it wasn't true

He comes over when shes trashed and she cries cause he never kisses her (semi confession of feelings)

Lyric: i want to drive away with you i want your complications too i want your dreary mondays wrap your arms around me baby boy

She learns about his dad

Lyric: American glory Faded before me Now I'm feeling hopeless Ripped up my prom dress Running through rose thorns I saw the scoreboard And ran for my life

midsummers idk what happens

Lyric: I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked 

They fight and stop talking/seeing each other

Lyric: were so sad we paint the town blue voted most likely to run away with you

Lyric: i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you

Lyric: i love you ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard he looks up grinning like a devil 

epilogue: daylight (lines i’ve crossed unforgiven stormed out of every single room (ruined relationships with other kooks) ran with the wolves(jj learning to be in a real relationship) chorus

Chapter titles:

The Moon is High

That Boyish Look That I Like in a Man

The Wine is Cold (the shoulder that i gave you in the st)

Nobody Understands

Seal My Fate

Said I’m Fine But It Wasn’t True

Wrap Your Arms Around Me Baby Boy

Ripped Up My Prom Dress

I Wounded the Good and I Trusted the Wicked

We Paint the Town Blue

Just to Keep You

The Worst Thing You Ever Heard

Now That I Saw You (maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down, maybe i've stormed out of every single room in this town)

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that boyish look that i like in a man

*after they first met JJ is parked outside her house getting ready to do yard work, she is rushing out of the house putting on earrings and such as she exits.*

“Woah what’s up Cinderella late for the ball,” JJ asked, noticing your hurried pace.

“A date actually,” you retorted.

“Damn! A date? With who,” he sounded shocked. 

“Who wants to know?” You stopped to tighten the strap on your shoe. He chuckled.

“I mean what dude was able to win a date with you? What he’d do, like slay a dragon or something?” JJ laughed at his incredible ability to make jokes about your “royal status”. 

“Real fucking funny,” you started back walking swiftly down the street. Damn. The kook princess had a mouth on her. 

“You should let me take you on a date sometime,” he yelled down the street to you. He smirked. You kept walking, not even bothering to yell a response back but he knew you had heard him when he noticed the slight falter in your step. He could tell you had heard him by the change in the way you walked away. His smirk grew, tongue coming between his teeth as his eyes drank you in as you walked off. 

You walked back up the path to your house much more slowly, your shoulders slumped in defeat and your feet bare. You groaned as you approached your home, noticing JJ’s car still parked outside. You were hoping to come back to an empty house

Back so soon! Was he not the prince charming you were hoping for?

Shut the fuck up JJ

Woah dude im just messing with you chill

Yeah well maybe I’m not in the mood okay (she goes up and changes and come down to the kitchen to get some food and JJ is in there getting water or something, they awkwardly move around the space and around each other still feeling the tension from a few minutes ago)

Im sorry i snapped at you earlier its just… it hasnt been a great day

Thats alright i get it… this have anything to do with your date he asks suddenly feeling a little protective

Yeah actually you scoff i dont even know why im telling you this but uh… i got stood up so thats uh… feelin pretty shitty You two stood in silence for a minute JJ not knowing what to say and you beginning to regret sharing something somewhat embarrassing with him a small smile appeared on his lips. He looked up at you, your eyes staying on the counter you leaned on

You know who would never stand you up You looked up to see him smirking knowing he was referring to his very unceremonious proposal for a date earlier. You smiled back, feeling a little bit better at his lighthearted nature. The two of you stood there, for just a moment in your kitchen, eyes locked. You felt an intensity in his soft gaze and quickly broke it, feeling overwhelmed by whatever you saw in his eyes. 

“You wouldn't take me out. Can’t be seen with somebody like me,” you mocked slightly.

“I think you wouldn’t want to be seen with somebody like me.” it wasn’t accusatory but a challenge that he sent your way as he leaned across the kitchen island, face inching closer to yours. 

“Well that complicates our plans a little doesn’t it? We don’t wanna be seen together,” you were suddenly feeling very nervous as JJ got closer to you. How was the guy mowing your parents lawn making you feel like this? You barely knew him and you sure you wouldn’t have much chance to get to know him any better. He leaned in slowly, so close that his mouth almost brushed your ear.

“We could always hang out here.” you closed your eyes and attempted a deep breath. It came out shaky. You prayed he didn’t notice. He was obviously just playing games with you. He liked having this kind of power over someone like you. Well you weren’t going to give it to him. The game was over. You backed away and looked up at him, a sudden shift in your mood. Any chance that JJ had started to break down your walls was gone and they were back up like this moment had never happened. 

“I’m good, thanks.” With that you turned around and headed back upstairs to your room. “Turn off the light when you're done.” Stunned, JJ grabbed the bottle of water he had come in for and shut off the light leaving the kitchen with newfound emotions and a lot of confusion. 

***

JJ noticed you through the glass doors that led out to your backdoor. He watched you walk around your living room for a moment, looking for something. He knew you hadn’t noticed him cleaning your family’s boat. He stood for a second, mind going blank. Without any thought or reasoning, JJ grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Once he stood, on your boat, shirtless, looking back at your house, his mind seemed to come back to him. What was he doing? Did he hope his toned body would get your attention? Did he want to make you regret rejecting him? Was he playing the game you had convinced yourself he was playing? JJ had no clue. He just knew you made him act strangely. Shaking his head, he threw his shirt to the side and got back to work at just the moment that you looked up, stepping out onto your back porch. You watched on, mesmerized, as JJ moved equipment and supplies around the boat. You noticed how the muscles in his arms moved, and along his sides, as he picked up something particularly heavy. You noted how his hair, slightly damp, fell in front of his face as he leaned over. You studied the rings on his fingers, the way his necklace sat so nicely against his collar bone, and his shirt and hat now sitting in a pile on the boat. He was like magic, the way he had you in this trance against your will. The way he made you so nervous and confident and confused all at once. The way he had you so distracted that when he turned around and saw you, your gaze merely shifted to the smirk now on his lips long before your thoughts moved to the reason for his expression. 

“Like what you see,” he called out to you, pulling you out of your daze. He was clearly amused or proud or both. You rolled your eyes, attempting to recover from any flusteredness you felt. 

“No…I just came out here to ask if you, you know, needed any water or anything. Wouldn’t want you passing out on my family’s dime,” you offered a fake smile. JJ hopped down from the boat and took a few steps down the pier, closer to you. 

“Well aren’t you generous.” He was grinning. He started walking slowly toward you, eyes burning into yours and you couldn't move. He stopped directly in front of you. Leaning down slightly, he brushed against your ear again and whispered, “Is that all you came out here for?” He pulled away quickly, so that he could look at you. Not only did he just like studying your features, but he liked seeing the effect he had on you. He was in awe at the thought of you melting under his touch, your heart speeding up around him like his did when he was anywhere near you. He didn’t know what any of this meant, just that it was exciting and that you were beautiful. He savored the brief moment after he pulled away that you held your eyes closed for a second longer, not realizing that his eyes were on you again. When your eyes fluttered open, you were surprised to see him staring at you and unable to understand the look on his face. You thought you hated the way JJ made you feel, but really you hated how foreign this vulnerability felt. JJ felt so openly and freely and when he looked at you, you were certain he could see everything inside you. It was terrifying and you would swear you had stopped breathing if not for the quick beat of your heart telling you that you were very much alive. In fact, you had never felt more alive as when JJ looked at you. But in this moment you just wished to be somewhere you felt a familiar sense of comfort. A yoga class at the Beach Club. Sunbathing on your balcony. Anywhere but on your dock with JJ Maybank. Suddenly, you felt his hand press against your hip, and you were there: yoga, sunbathing, anywhere. Calm. But this calm was different. You still felt a lightning storm coursing through your body but breathing became easier. You felt exposed to JJ, but still closed off to the world, safe here in your backyard. He leaned into you, wanting to eliminate the air between you. For a moment, your faces were impossibly close and your lips could almost feel his. You burned to feel his lips on your own, hoping it might be the key to understanding these new feelings, or maybe putting an end to them. But you stopped yourself, or him, placing a firm hand on his bare chest. Without a word, because you truly didn’t know what you could say, you turned and went back into your house. You couldn’t kiss JJ Maybank. Especially not out in the open like you were. You shouldn’t have even been standing so close to him. You hoped that if any onlookers had witnessed what had just happened, that your expression was one of disdain. But you knew it hadn’t been. Because you had wanted to kiss him despite everything. As if the time he was nice to you at one party when he was high meant he actually cared about you. He was playing stupid Pogue games with you, probably a bet with his friends. “Who can get a Kook to fall in love with them!” You wonder how much money he was hoping to win. You wouldn’t allow him the satisfaction. JJ burst into your house through your back doors moments after you did. What the hell he thought to himself. 

“Did I do something wrong,” he sounded mad. He didn’t know how to express his worry and confusion, his frustration at himself for possibly fucking up. 

“Do you think I’m stupid?” JJ stared back at you with wide eyes. “I’m not gonna be a part of whatever game you’re playing?”

“Dude what are you talking about?” Both of you were terrible at expressing your emotions so these explosive comments affected the other very little, as you could barely process your own thoughts. 

“You know what the fuck I’m talking about! Trying to kiss me! For whatever stupid bet!” JJ paused. His face stayed the same but he felt less like an explosion and more like the lava moving slowly, engulfing everything in its path. His brows furrowed deeper.

“You really think I would do that?” Shit. You read that all wrong and you think you might have hurt JJ’s feelings a little.

“Well why did you try to kiss me,” you asked, trying to recover.

“Because you’re hot.” He said it like it was the most obvious answer and you were an idiot for not already knowing it. For a moment you were shocked and still didn’t quite understand. Then you smirked, taking a page out of JJ’s book and attempting to shift the mood. The shame you felt from your accusation still burned but you ignored the feeling.

“You think I’m hot?”

“Yeah… I mean for a Kook you’re not too bad.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Could he take anything seriously? Ever be genuine. 

“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” you bit back, walking past him. He mirrored your actions, rolling his eyes too. He grabbed your hips and pulled you into him, lips immediately meeting yours forcefully. It was a collision, what you would imagine a meteor would feel like when crashing down to earth. You felt grounded with your hands on the back of JJ’s neck but electrified with hands against your waist. You couldn’t tell if it was you or him that was crashing into all the life on planet earth. All you knew was it would cause destruction and change and you couldn’t stop it. You pulled yourself away from him and took a deep breath. You turned and walked to the stairs toward your bedroom. You turned to JJ who stood rooted in the same spot, in a daze. 

“You coming?”

***

JJ’s arm reached across your body, hand moving up and down your hip as you laid on your back. He closed his eyes, face tucked into your neck. You just stared up at the ceiling, thinking. JJ placed a light kiss on your neck and felt you immediately tense. He propped himself up slightly to look at you. Whatever he was feeling earlier was gone, or at least pushed to the side, and he was back to his lighthearted self. 

“What you regret it already,” he joked. 

“No.” You sighed dragging your hands down your face. “It's just… This doesn’t-- this can’t leave this room.”

“Well yeah we’re not gonna fuck inside the Boat Club or something.”

“No like, no one can know about this.” You almost felt guilty saying it but you had already strayed so far from what you were taught was right, so this was the next logical step to fix things. Nothing personal. 

“Oh yeah you’re right imagine if my friends found out I was fucking a Kook!”

“Fucking,” you asked attempting to gain clarity on his intentions, “Who says this is happening again?” You hoped the look of disdain on your face was intense but you could feel it melt away as JJ rolled himself to hover over you, smirk as intense as ever. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, then one on your neck, on your shoulder, on your chest. 

“I don’t know about you,” he placed two more kisses further down your body, sinking further under the sheets, “but I wouldn’t mind this happening again right now.” And you couldn’t say no. Not when you felt his touch on your skin, rendering your mind useless. All you could think about was how he felt against you and how you wanted to feel it forever. 

snuck through all the garden gates every night that summer just to seal my fate

Sat at your desk hunched over your laptop, working on portfolios and applications for internships, you hear a knock at your window. You turned your attention to it, deciding to check out the noise. You pulled back the curtain, curiosity turning to annoyance when you saw JJ Maybank standing on your balcony. The thought of leaving him locked out there crossed your mind but you figured it would only cause you more trouble. You slid open the door.

“JJ what are you--” he didn’t waste a second before grabbing your waist and attaching his lips to your neck, “doing here?” You tried to keep your composure as the tingling sensation erupted in your tummy. Without JJ’s hands tethering you to the ground you’d probably float away. 

“I was horny.” He missed you. And he didn’t know what to do about it. He didn’t know you but he craved your touch. He relished in the way you looked at him whether you were annoyed or entranced and he wanted to know what his feelings meant. You pushed him off of you. 

“JJ, my parents are back. You should’ve texted.”

“Okay well I’m here now.” He tried to pull you back to him. 

“You can leave,” you offered, stepping away and sitting back at your desk. You had barely a few seconds to look down at your work before you heard him settle onto your bed. You blew out a breath, exasperated. “I meant it. You can leave. Please go.” JJ pulled out his phone, ignoring you. You rolled your eyes and went back to your work. A few minutes later he spoke.

“You know, I don’t even have your number.”

“What,” you asked, not hearing him while reading something on your computer screen. 

“I couldn't’ve texted you I don’t have your number.”

“Oh,” you said, realizing.

“We’ve had sex twice and don’t even have each other’s numbers. Kinda slutty of us,” he joked. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t keep your smile from forming. 

“If I gave you my number would you leave?”

“I don't know, maybe.” He tossed you his phone with a grin on his face. You looked at the screen, his phone already open to contacts. You typed your number in and then stopped. What did you put in for your name? You couldn’t actually put your name in right? JJ couldn’t be seen texting you. But then again he probably wasn’t going to text you very much in the future… You just left it blank and looked up to where JJ had crossed over to your door, leading out to the balcony. He was looking at you. 

“Snooping through my phone,” he asked jokingly. 

“No I--,” you walked over to him, “... I didn’t know if you wanted me to put my actual name or what.” He let out an amused breath and shook his head. You held his phone out to him. Instead he grabbed your outstretched wrist and pulled you into him. He placed a kiss on your neck, letting his lips linger there for almost longer than you could handle. He brought his lips up to your ear making you lose all focus. 

“I’ll text you.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. With that he slipped away, having taken his phone back without you noticing, and walked out onto the balcony. 

***

JJ: your parents home?

YN:🙄

JJ: ???

YN: read 8:52

JJ: be there in 15

You sighed. Begrudgingly, you got up to unlock your balcony door and went back to working. Eventually you heard the door open and JJ walk in. You paid him no mind as he tossed his phone onto your bed or when he walked up behind you. He got your attention when his hands went to your shoulders and his lips to the side of your neck, but you pretended to still be focused on your work. He noticed. 

“Damn they keep you busy at Kook University. Or is this for princess school,” he joked leaning over your shoulder to more closely inspect your work. You closed your laptop slightly, not wanting him to see your work. 

“I don’t have to keep letting you come here, you know.”

“But you do anyway.” He smiled at you, eyebrows raised. You sighed, rolled your eyes, and went back to your work. 

“I have work to do JJ,” you said. You felt his presence leave you as he backed away and started to wander around your room. 

“Then why’d you unlock the door for me?”

“I always leave it unlocked,” you lied.

“Not very safe,” he said nonchalantly. “What’s this,” he added, sounding much more interested in something on your shelf than your unlocked door. You looked up to see him looking through your bookshelf.

“It’s a scrapbook…” You continued watching him, waiting to see if he would continue looking through your belongings. And he did. He grabbed the scrapbook and took it over to your bed where he plopped down, laying on his stomach. “What are you doing,” you asked when he opened the cover and began studying each page.

“Need something to do,” he shrugged.

“You could leave,” you said, getting up to take the book from him. You stopped beside your bed being slightly caught off guard at seeing the pictures. You hadn’t looked through them in a long time.

“Who is this? She’s in a lot of these.” He stayed looking through the various photos, missing your soft smile.

“My best friend.”

“I’ve never seen her.”

“Oh now you know everyone on the island?”

“No, I just think I’d probably recognize her,” he said in reference to her distinctive bright red hair which fell in messy curls in most of the pictures.

“She moved away. During highschool.”

“You still talk?” He was still thumbing through the pages of your book.

“Sometimes. Not much. Sometimes I get to see her for holidays and it's like she never left.” You smiled fondly and this time JJ looked up in time to see it. He smiled too, watching you study the pictures. He wanted to tell you how pretty he thought your smile was. He noticed he didn’t see you smile much. A really, genuine smile. Especially around him. But he was mesmerized by the slight curve of your lips and the way it made your eyes sparkle. He couldn’t tell you that though knowing it would likely freak you out and make you kick him out for real. You sat on your bed, across from JJ, eyes still glued to the photos in front of you. He looked back down at them as well, and began flipping  through the pages again. “She was actually a lot like you.” This time you looked at him as he studied your memories. 

“She poor as shit too? You got a thing for pogues?” He smirked to himself at his joke. You rolled your eyes.

“No. She was...I don’t know… wild? Spontaneous. Fun?”

“Ohh so you like us cool adventurous types,” he said looking up at you, “Is it ‘cause you’re so lame?” You feigned offence joking back with him. 

“I’m lame?” He nodded, then your open mouth switched to a smirk. “How am I am lame, I’m sleeping with a pogue?” You laughed loudly as the look on JJ’s face mirrored what yours had just been, mouth open in fake shock. “Speaking of,” you said, laughter subsiding, “isn’t that what you came here for?” He continued to laugh a little himself.

“Well now I don’t wanna since you’re being mean to me.”

“Oh my god! You called me lame!”

“Yeah well you are!”

“I am not!” You waited for his next retort with an amused smile, matching his, on your lips. His expression changed suddenly from one of amusement to one that you couldn’t place. You had never seen it before, on anyone. At least not directed to you. But anyone who had would immediately recognize his look of adoration. “What,” you asked, very aware of the shift in the room. 

“Nothing I just…nothing,” he chuckled lightly to himself, looking back down at the pictures. 

“No what is it?”

“You actually are pretty cool.” It was the most sincere you’d ever heard him say despite the casual nature of his statement. You’re certain you blushed. 

“You don’t even know me,” you said softly. 

“But I like getting to know you… I like… talking to you.” 

“Oh. Well, yeah I… I like talking to you too.” You took a deep breath. That was as emotion as you think you could handle for the night.  “Except when all you feel like doing is making jokes.”

“Hey i can’t help it I’m so funny and witty!”

“Ohh yeah okay!” You were both giggling. 

“I’m serious though. I wanna know who the kook princess really is. If she’s as cool as she says. What do they have you studying at princess school?” 

“Architecture”

“Woah architecture? So you’re like building skyscrapers and shit?” You laughed. 

“Well I’m more focused on the design but I guess yeah. We haven’t gotten to the real good hands on stuff quite yet but we study all kinds of buildings and design styles. Skyscrapers included.”

“Damn. So what you gonna come back to the Outerbanks and turn it all city?”

“No I uh— I want to work with city planning teams, design buildings that work with natural elements instead of fight against them.”

“…So you’re like… Pope smart. I thought he was the smartest dude on the island but he might have some competition.” You smiled at his flattery. 

“What about you JJ. What do you wanna do?”

“I just wanna surf. All around the world. Just moving from place to place finding the best waves.” You loved how he got lost in the fantasy. 

“You know i’ve… never surfed before.”

“What?! Like never!?”

“Well I had a couple lessons as a kid but I’ve never really surfed.”

“I’m taking you surfing tomorrow,” he jumped off your bed and walked toward your balcony door, “”Bright and early too, so I’m gonna let you get some sleep. Be ready!”

“What— I— how do you know i’m not busy?” The smile on your face matched his. 

“I’m sure you’re not doing shit at 5am.” You’re eyes went wide but somehow your smile never faltered. 

“JJ what?!?” 

“See ya then!” And with that he slipped out the door. 

“said im fine but it wasn't true” 

“Thanks Topper you’re the best,” you slurred wrapping your arms around your friend. Blah blah topper drops her off at home and doesnt even go inside cause he sucks whatever okay skip

YN: come over?

JJ looked back down at his phone. Never since this thing started between the two of you had you asked him to come over. He was surprised but responded that he’d be over in 15 minutes. When he hopped in his car, he threw his phone into the passenger seat causing him to miss your next text.

YN: :)

YN: :) :)

JJ arrived at your house, pulling around to the garage, his usual routine. He grabbed his phone, brow scrunching upon seeing your texts. He can’t even remember the last time you smiled at him in real life. He smiled, amused at the thought of how you thought you were so tough and badass. It was cute. He pocketed his phone and began his short climb to your balcony. He entered your room through the door you had begun to  leave unlocked for him. His eyes went to your desk first, almost expecting you to working, even this late on a Friday night. His eyes shifted from your empty chair to your bed, landing on you. You laid in what JJ couldn’t imagine was a comfortable position, still dressed in your party clothes and makeup, not even bothering to have pulled back the covers. He perched on the other end of your bed, the movement causing you to stir. You groaned, eyes opening more when you registered JJ in your room.

“Mornin’ sleeping beauty.” He let out a quiet laugh. Your face scrunched up in annoyance.

“You took so long to get here I got sleepyyy,” you whined, reaching your hands out to him, requesting he come closer. He scooted closer, sitting beside you. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into you with a sleepy grin on your face. He stopped abruptly, face hovering above yours. He could smell the alcohol.

“Are you drunk,” he asked.

“Nooooo,” you said, trying to pull him back down as he had begun to back away.

“We’re not doin’ this when you’re wasted,” he said a little more forcefully than he would have liked. You took no notice.

“I only had like a couple of drinks okay,” you slurred out. You stopped before JJ could respond, feeling suddenly sick. You rushed up and ran as quickly as you could on your unstable legs to your bathroom, leaning over the toilet and depositing the contents of your stomach into the bowl. JJ followed you in standing awkwardly at your side for a moment before kneeling down and moving your hair out of the way of your face. When you felt the sickness subside you sat back, eyes droopy and face pouting. JJ almost laughed, making your pout grow stronger.

“Shut up.”

“A couple drinks huh,” he asked amused. You sighed, giving up.

“OKay a lotta drinks. And I think I’m a little high.”

“Oh my god!” He laughed at your surprising state. You only groaned, leaning your head on your arm which rested on the toilet. “Uh do you… like need anything,” he asked.

“Some water would be good,” you said into the toilet. He got up and went down to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water. He returned to find you continuing to empty your stomach. He set the water on the counter and quickly sat down next to you. He rubbed your back until your stomach was finally empty, the way he remembered Kiara doing for him many times. You lifted your head up to look at him and his heart could’ve broken at the look in your face. 

“JJ I don’t feel good.” 

“I know, I’m sorry. Here,” he grabbed the glass of water, “this’ll help.” You took a couple of sips before setting the cup on the floor and quickly following it yourself, sliding down to lay against the cool tile. JJ had never been on this end of a drunken night out and he had no idea how he ended up having to take care of you. But he didn’t think he minded it all that much. “Come on, let’s get you to your bed.” He helps you up and leads you back to your room where you lay down, again on top of the covers. He perched on the edge again and looks down at you. He notices your eyes filled with tears. You sniffed a couple times. “Hey! Woah what’s wrong?” He placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“You won’t kiss me,” you said softly as if you were just speaking your thoughts out loud instead of answering his question. He sighs, a little frustrated but trying really hard to be gentle.

“i already told you we can’t do anything when you’re out of it like this”

“Nooo,” you whine, also frustrated, “You don’t kiss me ever!” And you suddenly start crying. You probably won’t remember most of this. Your emotions feel disconnected from you right now but they are very much yours and very much real. Your lowered inhibitions simply brought them to the surface albeit against your will. You take a deep breath. “I just want you to kiss me again. You only kissed me once and— it was so so wonderful but you won’t do it again and it makes me so sad and I just like you so much and—“

“Hey, hey shhh shh it’s okay. I’m sorry it’s okay.” He is desperately trying to calm you, not yet even able to process all that you just said. You look up at him and in that moment, with tear streaks in your makeup long ruined by hours of partying and the aftermath, he knows he would do anything for you. 

“Will you hold me?”

“Of course.” He honestly doesn’t know if he should. After everything you just drunkenly confessed to him. Everything is becoming so complicated. But how could he say no? So he scoots onto the bed and pulls you into him. You grip his shirt with something close to desperatetion and lay your head on his chest, instantly feeling calmer. JJ reaches over to turn off the lamp beside your bed and you fall asleep soon after. In the silence, JJ is finally able to think about everything you said. Think about how having you in his arms, watching the rise and fall of your chest, feeling your breath on his neck feels so right. It’s feels perfect. He wants this with you all the time. He wants to here you tell him how you feel and he wants to take care of you. JJ is hit with the shock of his realization but at the same time settles into how good it feels. How comforting it feels to care about you so much despite how fucking scary it is. He doesn’t care about anything else in this moment. Befofe closing his eyes, he reaches down to press a kiss to your head hoping that for now it is enough to let you know he feels the same. 

she wake up the next morning and tries to assess the situation and hm idk actually what i want to happen okay maybe she kinda wake him up and is like jj what are you doing here and hes like uhh you invited me over last night and shes like i did like kinda mortified cause she cant remember and shes trying to and hes like no no we didn’t do anything you just… and shes like I what and hes like you just asked if i could come help you cause you felt really bad i guess you went out last night and i guess it was fun and shes like yeah well i still feel like shit right now and lays back down on him and goes back to sleep and hes trapped under her to just think about all that has happened and her and stuff and everything omg

“Ripped up my prom dress” okay new concept for the midsummers chapter:

“Why hello your highness,” JJ said, dropping into a deep bow. You rolled your eyes but your lips still curled into a smile at his antics.

“You didn’t tell me you’d be here,” you said, surprised.

“Yeah well I am working, wasn’t too excited about that part,” he paused, “You look beautiful.” You smiled at his genuine words but then noticed the bruises forming on one side of his face and you instantly wore a look of worry.

“You’re not looking too hot thought, what happened to your face?” You wanted to reach out and touch the purple spot near his eye but your arms stayed by your sides. 

“Damn really? I thought I looked pretty good,” he joked, adjusting his vest. Your worried look did not waiver, pressing him to explain himself. “Ah don’t worry about it. You should see the other guy.” You still weren’t convinced but decided not to press anymore. Just then you saw Topper, heading your way. He wore a slight look of confusion, likely from seeing you standing with JJ Maybank. You quickly turned back to JJ right as Topper reached you.

“Could you please just get some champagne,” you said to JJ, your still furrowed brows aiding the believability of your falsely exasperated tone. JJ seemed caught off guard by your quick shift in tone and hesitated. 

“You heard her pogue! Champagne,” Topper said. You raised your eyebrows, urging him to go. JJ walked off slowly, eyes glued to you as Topper pulled you aside. 

“What’s up Top,”you asked, “Everything okay?” He looked upset.

“It’s Sarah. She’s been acting weird all night and now I can’t find her.”

“Um, okay I’m sure she’s fine. Let’s go find her.” The two of you searched throughout the country club eventually ending up on a porch overlooking a more secluded dock. You could make out Sarah and John B standing on the end, laughing and talking and standing really close. You knew Topper was fuming.

“God, I knew she was probably cheating on me. But with a damn pogue too!!”

“Come on Top she’s just talking to the guy that doesn’t mean she’s cheating,” you said. 

“So you’re saying she snuck off with him just to talk?”

“I mean, I don’t know why don’t you ask her?”

“No. I don’t want her to know that I know about this… Flirt with me! Make her jealous!”

“Topper I’m not—“

“Please.” You rolled your eyes knowing your friend would keep persisting. You figured it was better you help him with whatever stupid plan he had quickly concocted then to let him crash and burn on his own. Quickly, your demeanor shifted as you wrapped your arms around the back of Topper’s neck. He grabbed your hips and brought you slightly closer to him. It was weird being like this with such a good friend. What was weirder is you noticed how different it was to being with JJ. He always pulled you in as close as possible. Topper only stood close enough to be believable. JJ’s hands on your skin, even through the fabric of your clothes, felt electric. But with Topper, you didn’t feel butterflies in your stomach or the searing of his fingertips on your hips. You realized now that you had only ever felt those feelings with JJ. But you put on your best smile and pretended. You let out a loud, exaggerated laugh which prompted Topper to get into character as well. He leaned his face in slightly, with a smirk on his lips.

“Topper!” You laughed again but stopped as you heard the sound of glass breaking. You looked around, seeing a discarded serving tray, a broken glass, and spilled champagne. Looking back to the building, you saw JJ storming back to the party.You barely suppress a sigh. “Uh…Top...I’ll be right back...uhh goin’ to the restroom,” you said, not looking away from where JJ walked further away.

and not only does sarah see but jj is bringing the champagne (also hoping to talk to you some more) and he see and you look over and see his face and your face immediately changes and then you remember and turn back to topper and hes like whats up with the pogue u know him and youre like no no what and jj like storms off and u really wanna go after him so youre like i need to go to the restroom and topper is like a lil suspicious but mostly just annoyed at pgues so he goes to rafe and kelce and them and they go after jj just like they do in the actual episode and you stumble upon it before the security guard and u break it up under the guise of “guys don’t be stupid ur gonna get urselves in trouble its not worth it.” and they are still kinda riled up and the security guy comes in and he gets jj and he leaves and looks at u kinda pissed and he goes outside and you see him start acting literally insane and you kinda follow him out and go up to him a lil bit and hes like oh heyyy princess! Wheres topper? And then idk what happens lol/ um maybe shes like trying to calm him down a lil but she wont like touch him or anything cause they are around like all of figure 8 but shes like JJ please not now we can talk about this later and shes worried people are maybe catching onto things. Well then the part happens when the pogues all start to leave(rewatch this clip)  but before JJ runs out to the water Topper grabs him and is like asking him whats going on threatening him etc and ur like Top chill lets just get back to the party and so he pushed JJ to the ground and jj hits the busted up side of his face and looks hella in pain so she goes down to him and is like ohmygod are you okay and hes like  yeah your boyfriends not so tough i can handle him and he gets up and stumbles a lil but runs over to john b and you get up (stepping on and ripping your dress) and run a few steps toward them and then you see pope and kie go with them and you just watch and are like :(  (um later topper and the other guys are like asking her about jj and they are like omg are u fucking maybank? And she doesnt answer and they are like oh my god she fuckin a pogue woahahahhh!! Haha! And its like a thing they keep teasing her and like talking shit about jj which eventually leads to the big fight)

***

Um they haven't seen each other or talked in weeks “always waiting for you to be waiting below” and JJ is over doing some work on the boat or whatever and she gets home and goes out to try to talk to him and hes got headphones on and is ignoring her and eventually they talk and im gonna try really hard to remember the dialogue i came up with. Idk basically they get in a fight and hes pissed and he says something about not being her waiter anymore(like if you were hoping if i could get you some something to drink, im off the clock)  and shes like cmon jj you cant really be mad about that how did you think we were gonna act around each other in public and hes like well thats easy to say when youre the kook and shes like okay but i still dont see what the big deal is we’re just having sex theres nothing actually going on nothings changed and hes all like are you forreal and shes like yeah? but kinda confused and hes like you really believe theres nothing else going on and shes just speechless and he puts his headphones back on and grabs his stuff and storms off the boat and hes like you know what im done talking about this cause u dont even give a shit ur just trying to make urself feel better and he just leaves and you are just standing there shocked and then for a few weeks u are waiting for him to like climb up to ur window “always waiting for you to be waiting below” and idk where we go from here but theres probs a love confession (he confesses whatever feelings  and she like doesnt really say anything but probably kisses him and they probs fuck), then drama with kooks probs all the shit they keep giving her about JJ comes to a head (they dont actually know about them just like messing with them and maybe they try to beat him up) which makes her conflicted and she sides with them and is like hes just the guy that does a few jobs for my family we’ve barely even talked okay give it a rest. Well so that is why is JJ is so hurt cause he confessed his feelings and he thought she at least felt SOMEHTING cause no she didnt say anything but like you dont have sex with someone you hate after they tell you that they really care about you and he figured maybe it was just hard for her to say those things but apparently she doesn’t gie a shit about him and this literlaly makes me said thinking about it ugh poor jj **(also i need to add more of them getting to know each other and showing their relationship progress before this point like midsummer and show them starting to fall for each other) 

You looked outside your window, hearing some noise

“I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked”(second fight the main one not post midsummer)

“JJ you can’t just expect me to defend you to them. That's… that's not how we do things, you know that.”

“So you’re just gonna let ‘em beat my ass and talk shit huh? Just so they think you’re still one of ‘em!”

“I don’t see you defending me to your fucking pogue friends.”

“Oh yeah? Well I would!”

“Yeah! Right! You care just as much about your image as me! Except my image actually matters. It matters what people think of me JJ okay? It comes back on my future. On my parents and my family. Your dads already a piece of shit so who gives a fuck what you do?” 

“Don’t talk about my fucking dad okay--!”

“JJ he hits you! He’s a dick--”

“Yeah well I don’t care I don’t want you saying shit about him!”

“God JJ this is what im fuckin’ talkin’ about! This is why no one cares about you cause YOU don’t care about you!” He stopped. He stayed steady, eyes burning into you. Then in a quick motion he grabbed his things and went for the door. He spoke again, quieter now but still seething. 

“You know it's real damn funny you say that since you were spouting all that shit about likin’ me. But I guess it was all the weed and the ‘champagne’ or whatever the fuck you kooks drink huh?”

“What are you…?” Confusion was obvious on your face.

“That night. I came over and you were outta your mind. Said you liked me shoulda known it was bullshit.” You were even more confused now, trying to go back to that moment, rewind through this fight, and understand what you were feeling. You noticed tears had fallen from your eyes and you could’ve sworn JJ’s held some of his own, not yet spilling onto his cheeks.

“Wait no JJ that-- I didn’t--- I do and I didn’t mean what--”

“Yeah I’m actually not in the mood to hear it so,” he wiped the tear that had broken away from his watery eyes with a loud sniff and left before anymore threatened to fall.

“Were so sad we paint the town blue voted most likely to run away with you”

So here's what happens. Sarah and john B have just went straight into the storm they are gone peterkin is dead everything has gone to shit. JJ is basically hysterical and pope and kie are trying to be there for him but they are super fucked up too and JJ just doesnt know what to do hes just hurting. He cant go home cause his dad and he just doenst wanna be alone but he doesnt wanna be with his friends rn hes just feeling all of the emotions. He finds his way to your house without even really realizing where hes going and he gets there and goes up to her balcony of course. He leaning on the door and just kind of in a daze and he goes to pull on the door cause u used to leave it open for him and you hear it and are kinda freaked out so u go to peak behind the curtains and its fukcing jj and ur like what the hell but then u see he looks like hell so you open the door and (mention that he didnt know where else to go)(also it was raining when he got there then started storming after he came inside)

JJ sobbed into your shoulder, releasing what felt like all of the emotions he had ever felt, silently onto your collar. You held him against you gently, contrasting his hands clutching at your shirt, tethering him to the world. You stood there, in the middle of your room until your legs grew sore. You considered moving to your bed or even your floor but you were scared that if you moved, if you let go for even a second, JJ would collapse or somehow disappear. So you stayed right there supporting his shaking body. He ignored your initial questioning, seemingly unable to even speak when he had arrived. You tried again. 

“JJ please, you’re scaring me, what’s going on?” You felt yourself getting close to tears, thinking up the worst possible things that could have happened to make him so hysterical. A tear ran down your face and mixed with the wetness on your neck. He had started to calm down but your question punched him in the gut and blocked his airways. Nothing was ever fucking okay, especially not now and he didn’t think he could take it anymore. His breathing became more shallow and ragged, and he leaned into you more, not able to hold his own weight along with the weight of his shitty situation. 

“JJ--JJ,” you tried to interject as his crying got louder and he struggled to breath. You pushed him off of your shoulder, noticing how he swayed slightly, and grabbed the sides of his face. “JJ, breathe. Breathe. Please. It's okay.” You didn't know if anything would be okay but you tried to plead with him, tried to keep his eyes locked onto yours as you breathed slowly with him. Tears still streamed down his face and his body still shook and he swayed where he stood but he eventually took full normal breaths. You felt okay then, letting go of his face for mere seconds to take hold of his shoulder to lead him to sit on your bed. “Let’s sit. And maybe we can talk about it?” He pulled away and stood up suddenly when you hesitantly suggested he talk about the cause of his current hysterics. He sniffed, gaining slight composure. 

“No, I should go.” Sniff. “Should probably go check on Pope you know--”

“Wait. JJ it's storming you can't go out in this.” He walked toward the door.

“I got here just fine.” 

“JJ please. Please stay. I know you're mad at me right now but I… I’m really worried about you. Just-- stay please. You can have the guest room or my room or... whatever.” He conceded, walking over to your bed and sitting uncomfortably on the edge. You couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast of this moment to all the times you had laid with him in that bed talking about anything and everything, laughing until the early hours of the morning. You took a step toward him. “Do you want anything to eat?” He shook his head, eyes pointed toward the floor. “How bout I get you some dry clothes?” He continued staring at the floor as you floundered, trying your best to help him. You left the room after a long, lingering look at him, afraid to peel your eyes away and leave him unattended. You returned with some new clothes to find him in the same position he had been in three minutes ago. You set the clothes next to where he sat. 

“Thanks,” he said, still not looking at you. He grabbed the clothing and went to your bathroom. He reentered your bedroom to see you in a similar position to how he had sat moments ago. You shot up when you realized he had returned. 

“You don’t have to keep acting like that. There's nothing wrong with me.”

“I know but… you won't tell me what's going on I don’t know what to--” He began to make himself comfortable in your bed. That was fine, you could sleep in the guest room. You walked to the door leading to the hallway. “Um… I’ll let you get some rest.” You paused, hearing JJ let out a loud sigh, his hands coming up to cover his face. 

“Will you stay?” He didn’t want to ask that of you. Didn’t want you to know he craved your presence and the comfort it gave him. He was still mad at you . So angry and hurt and disappointed and he wanted you to know it. But he needed you right now. You were kind of all he had. 

“Sure. Of course.” You sat in your desk chair. His hands fell and he looked over at you. He let out another breath. 

“Will… can you hold me?” You didn’t say another word, you just went straight to him. He made space for you on the bed and you found your way to a comfortable position. The way his head so easily fell to your chest and your hands found their way to his hair made you both forget any awkwardness you had felt earlier. This was right. 

“I hope the clothes fit okay,” you said. “I’m sure they’re better than the wet clothes. But if you want I can try to find you something else. Or I put your stuff in the dryer. Should be done soon.” It was all you could think to talk about until JJ was ready to join the conversation but you figure it would help calm him to hear you talk about mindless things. 

“John B’s gone,” he said.

“What?”

“John B. He’s fucking gone!” You could feel his breathing start to quicken. Your hand that wasn’t in his hair rubbed circles across his back in an attempt to soothe him. JJ didn’t elaborate much on that aspect of the situation but you knew what he was talking about. It was late and you had already heard about all John B and Sarah, Sheriff Peterkin. The whole island was talking about it. “And I don’t fucking have anyone anymore! He was it! He was my family! My other fuckin’ friends have their own families. With ‘em right now in their nice cozy homes, mom and dad tellin’ ‘em it's all okay. But it's not! Cause now all I got is my fucking shitty dad! I just can’t wait to get out of this place. Can’t wait to fucking leave! All on my own.” There was a pause. 

“I’d go with you.” You don't know why you said it. You knew JJ was still mad at you and he wouldn’t care that you apparently wanted to run away with him. He'd probably rather be alone forever than leave the island with you. But you knew the words that left your mouth were incredibly true.

“What? Where?”

“Anywhere. If you left. I would go with you.”

“You wouldn’t leave this shit. You got it good here.”

“Yes I would. You always have me now JJ.” He stayed silent at your words that felt somehow like both a serious declaration of love and a nonchalant greeting to a friend. He didn’t  speak for a while and you wondered if he had fallen asleep when he moved his head slightly to look up at you.

“I’m still mad at you,” he said. You knew your confession wouldn’t forgive the way you had treated him. Wouldn’t fix everything between you after not speaking for weeks. So you told him.

“I know.” He laid his head back down on your chest, seemingly good with your response and your fingers continued to thread through his hair. It was almost dry now, almost back to its usual softness and you realized how much you missed the feeling. How much you missed him. “I’m really sorry JJ. My friends are dicks and I was being a dick and it’s not okay how I treated you. The things I said… I was so horrible. I didn’t even mean it but I still said it and I know I hurt you and… I don’t even know why I’m friends with them,” JJ smiled despite his state as he sensed your rambling about to begin. He always thought it was cute when you did that, “I mean I’m really not and you're the only person I really care about on the island so I should just dump those idiots. And I’m-- I’m just so sorry J and I missed you so much and-- I wanna make it up to you. I don’t want you to feel alone, I want you to know that you have me. Always. So whatever I have to do--” You felt him adjust slightly, getting more comfortable. You looked down in time to see him close his eyes, too tired or indifferent or still mad to respond to your little rant just yet. And that was okay. So you reached over and turned off your lamp engulfing you in a comforting darkness that blocked out the rest of the world and kept you safe in each other's arms if even for just one night. 

***

You woke slowly. There was little light in your room, the storm having not passed completely and covering the morning sun you were used to. You looked down to the weight you felt on your chest to see JJ and remembered last night. You closed your eyes and wrapped yourself closer around him, hoping to shield him and allow him a few more moments before he’d have to face the world, and face you. you couldn’t bear the thought of jj You fell back to sleep quickly and the next time you opened your eyes, you were face to face with JJ who was now awake. He looked sad, but much more calm. You studied his face but did not move, unsure how to go about the situation. To your surprise, JJ grabbed your hand.

“I miss you,” he said quietly looking down at your clasped hands.

“I’m right here.” You couldn't help the small smile of amusement at his words and the confusion they brought you.

“Well I missed you. And…I don’t wanna, like keep missing you. I don’t wanna go.”

“You don’t have to,” you rushed to say, “You can stay here as long as you want.” He didn’t respond. “JJ I know I really fucked up and I know you might not forgive me right now but I’m really really sorry that I didn’t defend you and that I said all that shit. I’m gonna do everything I can to fix this okay? ‘Cuz I wanna be with you. Like really be with you. And I don’t care about anyone and what they think I just care about you JJ. A lot. You… you make me really happy.” He raised your intertwined hands and began to leave kisses inside your palm and along your wrist. His brows were scrunched together and it looked as if he might cry. He continued to kiss up your arm, to your shoulder, and then to your neck where he left his face buried. You heard him sniff. 

“Yeah well you’ve got a lot of fixing to do,” he began, “Like you’re probably gonna have to buy my weed for like a year or something.” You laughed despite yourself but pushed him away slightly.

“JJ stop, I'm being serious.” He laughed slightly too.

“Yeah I am too.”

“Weed will make you forgive me,” you asked uncertainly.

“Yeah probably.”

“Then deal.”

next end of summer she has to go back to school and shes like come with me and hes like im not going to ur fucking fancy expensive college and shes like u could get a job. i have an apartment and you have money saved up for the last year so you can help pay rent so you don't like like free loader. but hes like what if we like start hating each other again or get in a bunch of fights and shes liek we’ll just have to take the chance. 

[ghosttbeef]

wait i have to tell you all about the thrilling saga of Finch and her little Babyguy that's been gripping me and my roommates' group chats. So, Finch is my beloved little tabby cat that is the largest handful of a beast i have ever had the pleasure of sharing my home with and Babyguy is her favorite little mouse or perhaps fish (there is much debate about this.) that she likes to carry around. She doesn't really have a noticeable preference for other toys so we were quick to name this one

her relationship to Babyguy is very.... yknow that one post about the kid that soaked their webkinz in milk and threw it against the wall a lot? It's like that. Finch's favorite Babyguy activities are

Walk around with him in her mouth in the dead of night and wail hauntedly like the ghost of a drowned victorian orphan

Violently swinging and throwing him around (This is how i assume he lost his tail)

Repeatedly curb-stomping him in the hallway. Like, she does that rabbitkick thing cats do but while standing on him. It's incredible I've never seen a cat do that before.

Drown him and hide him somewhere.

The drowning thing quickly became an issue because a.) she would get her water bowl disgusting immediately by dunking him in there and b.) she kept leaving his sopping wet body around for me to discover by stepping on him wetly in the middle of the night. So, I had to confiscate him so he could dry (which took two entire days the first time.) because she clearly loves and cares about him deeply I returned him and. well. she drowned him within an hour

thus began the endless cycle of me confiscating Babyguy to dry, returning him, and Finch drowning him again. She is always overjoyed to get him back and always drowns him within a day- though she is starting to wise up to the fact that I will take him away- she even tucked him into my laundry once for nappies safe keeping.

Babyguy is now crusty and misshapen but that doesn't put a damper on Finch's ...devotion? to him? But now whenever he's out I am giving people the play by play on what's happening with him, whether or not he gets drowned, etc etc. it's really something. Idk why it's got us all in a deathgrip but it Sure Does. One of my beloved friends and coworkers even became Babyguy in our group chat

here, more photos of finch and babyguy for your troubles also

[humanoidtyphoons]

ep 11!

-the wolfwood attempting to cheat at chess beginning! gets caught by kuroneko!!!! iconic!!!!

-milly thompson saving the day bc she's a chess genius and her family loved to play!!! the character details are a delight!

-milly/wolfwood moments are so fucking sweet. he buys her pudding, he figures out that she's the youngest out of the 10 thompson kids (while he's eldest, maybe? of the orphanage?), the pretending they're a married couple and she's pregnant so she makes him stop smoking for the baby's sake and he repeatedly stresses my honey.

-milly/wolfwood(/vash) moments!! wolfwood hateloves milly's goodness, and how it reminds him of vash, and how both are impacting him!!! he can't stand to be around vash bc he reminds him too much of what he hates about himself... oh wolfwood!!!!

-another fantastic wolfwood vs vash clash, but again: how milly makes her case is also so good, re: julius and moore. wolfwood is against the idea, milly wants to help them, vash shoots them.

-i love that wolfwood is openly saying that it’s a bad idea and reminds them that people will die because of the choices they make, so they gotta be certain of the decisions they make. it makes sense that the pistol wolfwood raised to her head is empty but i forgot and those two didn’t know either! still, i do think it was important for them to test their resolve.

-meryl/vash where meryl is gets her gun and aims it at vash's head, demanding him to stop, waits ten seconds and puts her gun down bc what is going on, vash? and vash just never loses his cool. ugh, they're the best.

-trigun's soundtrack always sexy, ngl? playing people everyday where vash slowly makes his appearance and he shoots the two runaways, to wolfwood and milly's dismay? extremely sexy. imahori tsuneo, you are so sexy. this isn't even my favourite track, but my god, it's impact is incredible.

-i do love that wolfwood was convinced that someone was going to have to die. whether it was him, or the runaways, or the people they were leaving behind. and vash proves him wrong! vash found another way, by faking their death, and making sure that everyone left asap so they witnessed the 'deaths' but not the revealed deception, and... wolfwood just hadn't thought of that. that death could be faked like that and be the best solution for everyone. christ alive, no wonder he cannot stand vash, bc he had been so sure, and vash proves him wrong. he's grateful, he's relieved, but god. it's gotta fuck him up inside. his cynicism that buries his optimism, what milly and vash can do so freely.

-wolfwood thinks milly and vash are so good, and they are, but so is he, but he can't see that, and ack. this cycle. it's so great!! it's so great!!!

-wolfwood shooting vash with his own gun was fun tho! i think he was genuinely mad and bought into the performance until he saw the bullets, and then, of course vash would do that. those blanks still hurt that close!!! vash is so cute. even milly is mad at vash!! milly crying in meryl's arms!!!

-the sense of travel in the episode! i love that meryl/milly/vash are together thinking about wolfwood, and hoping that they'll meet again soon. they're such a wonderful ot4.

-yeah okay just end the episode with vash and wolfwood thinking about each other and saying each other's names like that. yeah okay.

-loved seeing wolfwood's bike, as he drives off into the desert, a different direction. it's so good! it just feels like adventure, and hoping to reunite soon, bc he's so dear to me.

ngl i'm always a bit... hazy on when wolfwood was sent to guard vash tbh? i kind of want to believe that it wasn't until eriks happens, in the second half of the show, and before that it was pure coincidence that they kept running into each other. but. maybe it was always from the start, and knives sent wolfwood to keep an eye on vash, and wolfwood figured it was easier to earn vash's trust if he dipped in and out of his life at first, like cat and mouse. but idk. tristamp explicitly says it's from the start, which yeah, i can def. believe, but i'm also like... idk, for 98. haven't made up my mind tbh.

[anime-allover]

First time requesting! Um, could you do perhaps do a oneshot of Miya with a s/o that has like the personality of a mouse, very timid and shy and will try to avoid him? (Idk, it’s just that Miya likes cats and Cat and Mouse came into my mind 😅.)

So we're playing cat and mouse?

Gender neutral

You have a huge crush on Miya Chinen. You always staring at him, and sometimes you even daydream about him. The big problem is; you can't stand him looking at you.

Even if he spare you a glance, you'll blush and run away to the nearest hiding spot. Miya always get confused over your actions, but he soon caught on why you kept doing it.

It was kinda obvious.

You was standing by a tree in front of the school building. You was reading on your phone. You was so caught up in your phone, you didn't heard no foot steps.

"Hey, you're name L/n, right?" Miya smiled and waved at you. You flinched back, you saw how close Miya was in front of you. Your face start to turn red.

"I-uh" You can't form words anymore. "I don't know!!" You then ran away from him.

'That was close! that was close! That was close!' You keep repeating that phrase in your head. Until you was able to find a hiding spot.

You put your hand over your heart. "He noticed me?"

The next day, you stayed in the classroom, looking out the window. It's was close to the end of the day. At this time Miya was supposed to leave the school to meet his friends. So you was waiting to make his appearance outside.

A tap on your shoulders made you tear your eyes away from the window. When you looked over your shoulder, you started to shake.

"Hi, L/n, what are you doing sitting here?" Miya gave you a confused looked. Your face start to redden up again. You started to grab your stuff quickly and stood up from your chair.

"W-wait, l/n!" Miya called out to you, but it was too late you were gone yet again. Miya smirked and looked out at the same window you was staring out of.

"So, you love to play a game called Cat and mouse?" He watches you run outside. "Alright then, game on"

The next day you was walking down the sidewalk. You were walking your way to school until something or someone came in front of you.

You stopped in your tracks, your eyes widened. Your face start to slowly turn red again.

"Good morning l/n! Let's walk to school together." Miya smiled and got off his skateboard. You don't know how to respond to him.

You start to look around frantically, to find a hiding spot. You then found one. As you was about to run, Miya grabbed your hand and start to walk to the school building.

At this point it feels like you're going to faint.

"My name is Miya Chinen, just call me Miya. Now since I have caught the little cute mouse. Can we finally start a real conversation?" He swings both of your hands as you walk to the school.

It's like a dream come true to you.

"Y-yes..." You mumbled quietly.

Thank you for requesting!!

[l4verq]

fight back | b.b

bucky barnes x enhanced!reader

in which bucky won’t lay a hand on you no matter what :(

tags : a little brawl, fluff cause icanthelpmyself, mentions of blood, john walker (idk if we're supposed to like him now ??) bucky is a cat lady okk

fic : one shot

a/n : inspired by that scene in the final ep of tfatws when karli is screaming at sam to fight back lol😳

|| gif by @unearthlydust ||

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one world, one people.

you repeat it in your head one more time, when he comes into view, vibranium gleaming onyx with loops of gold.

you know that he knows you’re here, back to the wall a few feet away, peeking at him.

he doesn’t know that you let him know.

doesn’t know that you laid out a trap and just like the foolish mouse, he walked right into the lion’s den.

although you’re not sure who the fool actually is, when you meet his eyes, knees almost buckling at the sight just cause of how long it’s been without them.

“y/n.” he breathes out, almost in disbelief.

it’s been fourteen months since he woke up to an empty bed and a handwritten goodbye letter folded in a clean white envelope, tucked under a pillow still marked by the soft indentation of your head.

fourteen months since you took off in the dead of night, pulling your- his hood over your head, the cold wind nipping at your skin, almost like it was punishing you.

maybe, it saw what you did.

oh, but fred definitely saw what you did, that damn cat always followed you two around even though it’s owner was the blonde next door. her name wasn’t even fred, bucky came up with it after the third time it snuck into the apartment.

he swore he hated it but always seemed to have a treat lying around in case it did come.

and it did, a lot. neglected by it’s owner, it chose to seek comfort in the couple next door, and sometimes a meal or two.

“sorry, no treat today bub.”

fred scowled - honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if an actual human was living in it - mewling as it came up to you for the usual chin rubs and cooes.

you sighed, caving into it’s antics, squatting to pet it.

cradling it’s head into your palm, she was purring, a very uncommon sight. fred doesn’t purr, she scratches and hisses at anything and everything that moves.

“you’re particularly nice today.” you commented, getting up. it mewled even louder this time but you turned on your heels and headed for the stairs.

you were already late.

your legs picked up pace quickly, easily crossing multiple blocks over in a few long strides owing to the blue serum coursing through your veins.

though your mind remained stationary, fixated on a single face, how it’d crumble at the sight of the letter, how he’d probably end up hating you.

“took you long enough.”

her auburn locks were tied into a loose braid that curved around her neck, the tip sat just below her collarbone, a piss poor job held together by a thin maroon colored band.

it was quintessentially her, the lack of utter patience to spend two minutes looping three knots of hair one over the other.

you jogged over to the other side of the black suv, noticing a stark white rectangle where a liscence plate should be.

“he’s knocked out cold,” you asked as soon as you grabbed the door handle open, “how?”

lazropthalein.

it came in the mail in a brown package, no return address. bucky wasn’t home, he had a scheduled therapy session down the block.

just a pinch is enough.

the text from the unknown number read.

it had no odour, a clean, white colour to it that blended in seamlessly with the flour.

“you baked without me?” bucky gasped, dramatically, hand covering his gaping mouth. his other hand carried two plastic bags, filled to the brim, a purple razor was poking out the top.

he even had to drop the poor bags on the floor, just to emphasize the utter shock he felt.

“i got bored.” you giggled, wiping the countertop with a wet cloth, remnants of flour on the sleek marble turning goopy under it.

“traitor.”

“it’s just cupcakes.”

“still a cake.”

you sighed, “you’re a five year old.”

he huffed, trudging towards the living room, shoulders hunched to really hone in on just how devastating this was for him.

“don’t i get a hug?” you held your arms out, making grabby hands, following him.

apparently, the devastation was to the point where he had to bring out the big guns, the sad baby blues.

the act lasted for another minute? at best. hours later, he was happily munching away.

“i know why it tastes so good.” he moaned, smacking his lips.

your smile faltered a little, did he kn- no, there’s no way he could have known. you burned that little plastic bag as soon as you dumped a pinch in.

“yea?”

he grinned, popping the last bit left in “it was made with your love.”

“how did it work?” your voice rose several octaves higher, amplified further by the cool, silent night.

drugs and sedatives don’t work on supersoldiers yet a certain blue eyed one was back home, unmoving even if you screamed right into his ears.

“dr wilfred, he invented it. the power broker wanted something to balance out our,” she flared her hands at both of you, “super-soldierness, so that we don’t have an upper hand when all’s said and done.”

would the either of you even be alive when all was said and done?

“look, i know you didn’t want to do this but james, he won’t understand. he’s not one o-..”

“yea, can we jus- let’s just get out of here.” you get in beside her, whipping the seatbelt over your torso.

the car was stuffy, felt like a choke around your neck that only seemed to tighten more and more.

“if we go now, there’s no coming back.” she glances at you, hand curled over the gearstick ready to position it in place.

she was giving you an out, one last chance. karli was a lot of things and having a heart inside that cold, bitchy exterior was one.

“i know.”

you sunk deeper into your seat, the hoodie had a faint smell of burnt toast and that cologne which was on sale, almost half off if you cut out the taxes.

it smelled like him, too much like him.

until it didn’t after a few days. but you still slept with it, just outright refusing to wash it despite karli’s snarky remarks about hygiene.

hygiene could go fuck herself, for all you know.

compared to the motels and basements you guys shifted around in, that hoodie was a doctor’s scrubs.

when the moon hung low on the black sky, you tried not to think about him too much. the silence didn’t help, you needed something to drown out your thoughts. that’s when the ‘socialising’ with the other flag smashers started. they were nice.

nice cause you were the leader’s little sister. but also a huge fucking liability because of a certain supersoldier hot on their heels in search of you, ruining every goddamn plan so their niceness was.. limited.

karli was a natural when it came to it, all of it. the talking, rallying of supporters - fuck, she just had a way with words. she could make you believe she hung up the stars in the sky.

probably how she convinced you that holding a room chock full of council members hostage right smack in the middle of nyc was a good idea.

the only idea, more precisely.

you guys had the upper hand, more than a handful supersoldiers at your disposal, capable of taking down the entire military force if you so pleased.

the only playing card they had was one supersoldier, who was better off distracted, kept off the field.

so who better to send to do the deed than the love of his life.

“fred had a baby. multiple babies, spawn of the devil if you ask me. always running around, thrashing the place up.” he takes small steps towards you, slow and calculated, as if a lion stalking around a prey.

“you shouldn’t be here.” you lie through your teeth, a tiny white compared to the ones that’ve rolled off your tongue before.

“i think the neighbours call me a cat lady now,” his eyes shift around and he leans in to whisper, “they haven’t even seen my knitting skills yet.”

“stop.” you think you said it or much rather whispered it, your voice was failing you. he’s getting close, too close for your liking so why aren’t you backing away from him?

“fred misses you, you know. she wonders where you went.” he smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

the hairs on your neck shoot up, a slight twitch of your brow. the way bucky’s ear perk up, you realise it’s not just you and him here anymore.

someone else has arrived.

“i’ve got it handled, john.” bucky turns around, plants him directly infront of you, blocking john’s view of you.

sure enough, it’s john limping in, a nasty gash across his chest.

your blood runs cold because this isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

john isn’t supposed to be here, he’s supposed to be fighting.. oh god. you notice the various splatters of blood on his cowl, on his boot, on his shield.

it’s too much blood from a guy who’s barely bleeding.

“really? i was thinking you should do more than just talk.” he spits on the ground and wipes his mouth.

you notice, the spit’s all blood too.

“i’m giving you a chance to walk away, right now.”

john snorts, leaning sideways to get a view of you, neck craned out.

“and leave this prize all to yourself?” he grins, “i’d be an idiot.”

“you have a death wish then.” you lift your chin a little higher, praying your quickening heartbeat doesn’t give away your calm exterior.

john whistles, grimacing as he straightens, “so, she does talk.”

you scowl, crossing your arms.

he’s in bad shape. he has no chance, not that he ever did even in his best shape. he knows that too yet he’s still here. that sends a chill up your spine.

“go, i got this.” bucky tips his head, glancing at you.

“i don’t need you to save me.” you hiss at him, which comes out a little harsher than you intended. an apology dies in your throat as he flinches just the slightest.

“trouble in paradise?” john’s barely finished saying it before he’s reached behind his back and swinging the vibranium

you hear it before you see it stopped mid air by a gloved hand. then you charge.

it’s all a hazy mix of blue and red until your fist connects with his jaw, sound of something breaking ringing in your ear.

something pulls your waist back, a grip far too strong to be just flesh.

“go, i’ll ta-..” bucky’s barely said anything before an upward cut from john connects to his neck, violent coughs ensuing.

you grip john’s arm before he’s even retracted it back, jump up his back, settling around his neck and twist until you hear a crack and a bloodcurling scream following suit.

he whips his head back right into your stomach, seizes that moment when the wind knocks out of you to pull you by your hair off him.

“i told you to go.” bucky growls, kicking john right in the shin that makes him kneel and you almost fall off but you keep your fingers tightly looped around john’s hair, pulling as hard you can.

but he’s relentless.

your head hits something hard and you realise you’re on the ground now, legs loosely around john’s shoulders, him also on the ground.

it’s like the both of you realise at the same time but you’re quicker. your legs tighten around his neck, against the spot where a thick neck muscle throbs. he claws desperately around, straining for oxygen

soon, his hands lull down, the dull thud on the ground confirming his unconsciousness.

“are you hurt?” bucky’s hovering over you, seemingly unfazed by john’s neck in a chokehold by your legs right now.

you reject his hand he extends and push yourself off the gravelly concrete on to your feet.

“this was a mistake.” you trail off, saying it more to your own self.

you weren’t the lion, you were the stupid fox who thought it was.

stupid enough to believe you were over bucky and that everything wouldn’t come rushing back as soon as you laid eyes on him.

he whips you around by your hand and before you know it, he’s already caught your other fist heading for his sternum. you barely feel the grip, it’s soft, just so incredibly soft and fits so right.

you hate it.

rage bubbles inside you, mostly at yourself. partly at him because he’s not screaming at you or slamming you against the wall or jus- anything.

you wrench your hand away, land a swing which he does nothing to block. his grip on your other hand loosens and he still does nothing when another hit to the jaw leaves him staggering,

instead, he looks at you softly as if resigning himself to your anger, to let it simmer off.

“fight back!” you scream, outstretched palms pushing him back.

he stumbles a few steps back, hands reaching out to yours resting on his chest, fingers intertwining yours tightly.

“stop.” it’s a soft plead, tears spiking the corners of his eyes.

“hit me!” you’re practically begging at this point, thrashing your arms around.

his hands grapple at your shoulders, bringing you to his chest, “it’s okay.”

he smells so sweet, just so sweet that you almost believe him.

“i drugged you and i left you and i-,” you inhale sharply, “i killed so many people, bucky.”

the last fourteen months had escalated quickly from doing what’s right to doing what’s needed, lines blurred between moral ethics and survival.

“it’s okay.” he repeats, hand patting your hair, gentle and soothing. your body betrays you, sinking into his touch, his warmth.

“you should hate me.” you whimper.

you wouldn’t blame him if he did. you doubt he could hate you more than you already did yourself.

he pulls back, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “i couldn’t if i tried.”

god, why does he have to be so.. bucky?

frustated, you spit out, “this? this was a distraction to separate you and sam.”

you don’t say it but it’s understood, understood that you wouldn’t have met him if not for it.

the inner corners of his brows angle up slightly, a ghost of a smile on his lips, “i know.”

your breath hitches, if he knows then wh-

“then, why..?”

you finally look up at him, vision blurry because of the stupid tears pooling at your eyes.

his thumb wipes away a tear dribbling down your cheek, the coldness of the metal a clear contrast to the warm moisture, “you know why.”

-

a/n : this one’s been sitting pretty, collecting cobwebs in my drafts so thought i’d take it out lol, also haven’t been posting fics in a whileeee cause im dumb and i’ve been working on multiple things all at once lol yea this is me rambling and also i just wanna say that i. love. folklore. sm. that whole album has me crying and sad and just :((

[equalseleventhirds]

fdsjflsk hello i have had the magnus archives and the web specifically on my mind AGAIN and this is only tangentially related to the convo last night BUT

a lot of ppl have shown up on my & other ppl's posts abt 'wow manipulation and spiders? why??' going 'well but there are spider tricksters in mythology'

and like... yeah, ok, there are. but are there that many, compared to other animal tricksters, and spider not-tricksters? enough to justify the exclusivity of spiders to the one entity??

so i. made a list, as i do. (you can't judge me for this you should know by now i make lists at the SLIGHTEST provocation) actually i made TWO lists, one of spiders in mythology & how they line up with tma's entities, and one of tricksters in mythology. (i knew some of these already but i also got a lot of them off of wikipedia. also tried to avoid detailing the uh. worse aspects of mythologies. we all know abt it but that isn't the point here.)

(we are ignoring for now my theory that the web's actually shit at manipulation and mostly just does control, and considering any spider that does manipulation OR control to be web-aligned)

spiders in mythology (and how they align w/ tma's various entities, if they even do):

anansi: okay i'll give you this one! yeah he is the trickster spider! yeah he lies & manipulates! he's not really uhhhh evil in any way or would inspire ppl to generate fear for the entities to shape themselves to, but ok yeah i'll give you that one as web!

arachne: she literally just wove tapestries? got into a competition with athena and wove a tapestry detailing the infidelities of the gods. like, if anything she is eye, going around revealing truths and stuff.

uttu: mostly seems to be about creation? weaving & plants. hid herself in her web, which isn't manipulation at all, it's just hiding. not rly entity aligned at all, at worst she's probably a victim of like, the hunt? maybe?

iktomi: another trickster! p much the same boat as anansi, where he's not particularly evil, but we'll let him be web.

spider grandmother: she just is helpful!! she creates & guides & protects! no entities.

ai apaec: creator & leader god again. only sometimes a spider.

djieien: just a very strong spider who hid its heart so it couldn't be killed? like, if anything, end.

great goddess of teotihuacan: associated with spiders, maybe not a spider herself? doesn't seem to be much known abt her, but potentially underworld, darkness, earth, creation, lots of things. no mention of manipulation or control.

nareau: another creation god. i guess he does do some arguably flesh-aligned stuff in that creation, but like, so do a lot of other creation myths.

areop-enap: again creation! hmm what a pattern emerges. doesn't seem particularly aligned with any entities.

tsuchigumo: ok i can give you web here i guess? bcos it does trick ppl, even if that tricking also kind of slides into spiral/stranger territory. and hunt territory obvs it literally is there to consume prey. also can give you evil here.

jorogumo: can also be web! there is lying & shapeshifting here, like the tsuchigumo, but slightly less pure evil? there's like, a couple of neutral depictions, but also evil ones. anyway. web.

gamba: not on wikipedia but wikipedia only talks abt the filipino story of the spider who wanted to marry the fly, NOT gamba, and i LOVE gamba. anyway she just created things. got too into her work and turned into a spider. idk what entity is 'fear of being a workaholic' but it's not the web. maybe lonely, since she neglected her family relationships abt it?

conrad of constance: not a spider himself, but drank out of a cup with a spider in it, showing that the cup was not poisoned even tho ppl thought spiders were poisonous. i don't... i don't think this is an entity. hey jonny maybe take some hints here, spiders are not that bad--

robert of bruce: my dude saw a v persistent spider and was inspired! it's chill it's cool! spiders helped scotland gain independence one time! wow no wonder fucking smirke hated them--

pan twardowski: again not a spider himself, but he lives on the moon and a spider hangs out with him and brings him news. a friendly spider! pan twardowski himself can be lonely ig, maybe the spider is eye, but like, a friendly eye.

vedic philosophy: now this is not technically mythology but i thought it was interesting, in this one a spider's web hides the true reality from ppl. could be argued as web but seems pretty much spiral to me? but like, a not v evil spiral, just like. neutral? it's fine.

overall... majority creation gods, actually. very few even evil depictions? wow jonny, rude.

anyway, list of animals (besides spiders) shown as tricksters in mythology:

humans! majority humans!! also like. specifically clowns several times? like, specifically clowns.

just kinda non-animal spirits/beings/whatever? sometimes vaguely humanoid.

rabbits & hares

foxes

coyotes

wolves

g...goats? sort of?? half a goat, anyway, thank you pan.

cats

ravens

mouse-deer! look up mouse-deer you will LOVE them.

monkeys

raccoons

also raccoon dogs

snakes

horses

praying mantises

tortoises

lizards

also a bunch of tricksters who shapeshift into like, a multitude of animals, but given that those are not their primary or even main secondary forms i guess we will not go into those (mostly that would just. take so much time omg.)

i didn't do a full tally, but foxes especially show up a TON, and rabbits or hares quite a bit, so either of those could've been the fear-god of manipulation. if like, we're relying on the 'there are stories about spider tricksters' thing (which we are not, in fact, i think jonny just picked a Cool Literary Symbol and did not think abt the worldbuilding implications so much)

EDIT bcos ppl keep misunderstanding: i don't think tricksters are the main source of the fear of manipulation. i don't even think tricksters should be considered a reasonable source for the web's manifestations. BUT people kept bringing them up when i had issues with the web's spider exclusivity (when both spiders and manipulation SHOULD have multiple metaphors and not be exclusive to each other) and that is why i made this list, thank you.

(also i'm aware there are ways to justify spiders meaning control sometimes. given the worldbuilding of tma, i don't think there's a way to justify them meaning control always. but that's a different post.)

[bitterlavenderwritings]

no place like home

a/n: a request from @daniagabriella48 (idk why tumblr wont let me tag you, im sorry). you didnt specify any prompt or au you wanted so i just wrote whatever came into mind.

this is quite short im sorry.

pairing/s: yan!kozume kenma x f!latina reader

wc: 618

tags: yandere, mentions of kidnapping, stalking, this is pretty mild. timeskip setting! reader has tanned skin but ive made everything else as general as i can.

it's 8 am in the morning and you've had a long flight. huge crowds of people rushed past you as they scrambled to escape the tight space the airport offers this early in the day.

you felt great, better even. it was nice to take a trip back home, the familiar smell of home nearly brought tears to your eyes when you first arrived in your homeland from the last two weeks.

the break was well deserved, your job gave you a burnout you couldn’t recover from. by using your saved days off, you went on a trip back home with permission from your boss. 

spending time with your mother and siblings felt like a breath of fresh air you haven’t had in a while. even if your mother kept you busy with errands and taking care of your siblings, (even if you were technically, the guest) it was nice to see your loved ones in your childhood home.

coming back to tokyo filled you with dread you didn’t even know was there. it settled in the pit of your stomach, lowly waiting to come back up as soon as you see him.

in truth, you went back home for more reasons than your tiring 9 to 5. reasons that involved your very safety, reasons you couldn’t even tell anyone. not even your mother.

you remember how she fussed over at your arrival, mutterings of your native tongue falling from her lips as she stared at your state in distaste.

“you look too tired.”

you couldn’t...wouldn’t.

“mija?”

a bump on your shoulder brought you out of your trance. the stranger didn’t even bother looking at you as you squeaked a ‘sorry!’  when he passed by.

finally out of the suffocating crowd, you picked up your pace, eager to get a cab and go home. you were exhausted, and there was nothing else you would rather do than to dump your bags in the living room and pass out on your couch.

a loud ping halted you from your tracks.

[unknown] : hey

no.... that can’t be right.

[unknown] : aren’t you gonna come and see me?

you blocked his number ages ago.

taking a quick look around your surroundings, you hoisted your bag higher up on your shoulder before you sped up your pace.

even if it was broad daylight, you knew he wouldn’t care. he was relentless. always knowing where you were, no matter what time of the day. he nearly got you last time, and the time before that, but you even started to guess he let you go on purpose.

he was playing with you... he had to! like a twisted version of cat and mouse he disgustingly told you that got him off too many times than he could count.

turning into a corner, you stopped to take a break. you were too tired, even with the adrenaline you felt pumping your heart. your bags were too heavy and you had nowhere to go, no one to call.

realizing how bad your situation was, you couldn’t help but to cry. you just wanted peace, to get away from him. now you just felt stupid, thinking he’d stop if you got out of the country for a while.

it was wishful thinking. you were too scared to do anything. you felt so stupid for not telling your mother anything and now you just backed yourself up into a corner.

just like how he anticipated.

a hand shot out from behind, clamping over your mouth when you least expected. with his other arm wrapped around your middle, you struggled with difficulty in his arms as you heard him chuckle just right next to your ear.

“guess who.”

[nukapind]

Could you maybe do like Dabi x cat girl y/n however you’d like

Cat and Mouse (Dabi x Reader)

This was interesting because I don’t think I’ve written for a cat reader??? Back in my wattpad days, that stuff was called neko lmao, but I think catgirl/catboy actually sounds better idk. Also I’m back from my break a lil early so I guess this fic could be a late Christmas present to y’all. Anyways, feel free to drop a request in the ask box. And, as always, this was crossposted to my AO3.

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The hiss you let out didn’t seem to deter Dabi at all, seeing as he ignored it and made himself right at home on the barstool next to you. The smirk on his face only enforced the fact that he’d done it on purpose, despite your warnings.

But then again, Dabi always did what he wanted.

Your ears twitched slightly at every move he made, rolling the beer glass in his hands slowly— his eyes glancing over at the twitching of your ears with a smug sheen in them. It was so damn annoying whenever he was like this, he delighted in being a nuisance sometimes.

Your reactions were everything he wanted though, every move he made had purpose and thought. Your little hisses and twitches were what he craved, knowing that you had enough interest in him to watch him this intently? It made him wonder just how far he could push you, after all, every little reaction you showed exactly how much power he had over you. 

“So Kitty, did you hear about the new job?” He kept his voice uninterested, but he was all too ready for this. Once your tail whipped back and forth and pupils narrowed at him, he knew that he was in for a treat.

“I’m not your kitty.” It was a simple protest as you toyed with your glass of water slightly, pushing it across the counter. That sleazy smile found its way back up to his face, you made it too easy. “Didn’t say you were mine, want to be my kitten?” His voice rasped— judging by the way your tail stilled, you may have wanted just that.

“I’m with Toga for the mission, I have to grab a badge off the security guard for us to get in.” You glossed over his question, trying not to give any indication of your own thoughts, definitely not wanting to give away how nice you thought his voice sounded as he’d purr into your ear— Dabi would have a field day if you showed any desire towards him and you didn’t quite feel like melting into a puddle of embarrassment today.

He clicked his tongue at that, obviously dissatisfied with your response, but nevertheless took a swig of his beer instead. Your eyes momentarily locked on his lips wrapping around the glass rim before darting back down to your own glass. And yet, he still seemed to catch it— holding back a snort at your behavior. It was so easy for him at this point, apparently you didn’t carry as much of your feline stealth when it came to him. Amusing as it was, he always enjoyed all of these little discussions with you— this game of cat and mouse was always fun to him— seeing just how far he could push you without saying a single word. Hell, he hadn’t even been trying anything and yet you were still after him like a flustered girl trying to hide that she was in love.

But playing cat and mouse was getting boring, he wanted to have you. Some days, having a little bit of light in this shitty lifestyle would be nice. He’d see that light the most around you: teeth bared and claws ready to attack. Fighting by your side was the highlight of missions: seeing you next to him, knowing you’d have his back against these heroes? It was something out of a twisted fairytale.

“Just say that you want me Kitten, and you’ll have me a lot sooner.” Your indignant sputters meant nothing to his ears, the darkening of your cheeks and avoidance of his gaze were what mattered to him. 

“I don’t want you at all Dabi.” That had to be the worst lie that had ever come out of your mouth, it would have almost stung if there’d been any bite to it— but Dabi just grinned instead, you were such a terrible liar. With his beer in his hand, he stood up, leaning close to your ear. 

“You sure about that Kitty Girl?” Hot breath tickled your ear, nearly jolting you out of your seat. Shudders ran down your spine and your tail was practically quivering. Hands fumbled with your glass and you bit your lip.

He had to know what he was doing, your chest felt like it was about to burst, heart hammering in your chest loudly— hell, maybe he could even hear it, he was certainly close enough. Clenching your jaw, you shook your head. “I said ‘m not your kitty.” Teeth teasingly nipped at your ear, making you jolt in your seat.

Warm hands wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly into place. “You sure about that Kitty Girl? You’re fucking purring, I don’t think any of that scum out there can make you like this: like I do.” The soft rumbling in your chest quickly ceased as soon as he’d pointed it out— hopefully he wouldn’t notice the warmth that sprung to your face. And unfortunately, he was right. Spinner, Compress, and Shigaraki sure as hell didn’t make you react like this— never had anyone made you like this before Dabi sauntered into your life.

His hand dipped to your hip, slowly making its way to play with your tail. “So let’s talk, Kitten. Use your words and I’ll give you what you want.” Your chest nearly rumbled with another purr once more as his fingertips lightly stroked the soft fur. Biting your tongue, you shook your head adamantly— you’d earned a cynical chuckle from him.

“Then how about I guess, Doll? I think you actually want to be my kitten.” The hand playing with your tail dragged its way back up, now tracing along your throat lightly. “And I think you want a cute little collar to let the whole fucking world know that you’re mine. Is that it?” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nodded slowly and could practically feel his smirk.

“Well then Kitty, I think you’ve been playing for way too long. You have a lot to make up for now.” The room was stifling, and once again you nodded— it’d be a death wish to do anything else. You really were in for it now.

But by god, you were glad this game of cat and mouse was ending.

Masterlist

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So you're letting me pick? ... *laughs maniacally* THAT WAS A BAD IDEA HUN ---------------------------------------- So i have alot of ocs actually- and alot of sonas also from the past, present, future- so excuse me but you GAVE ME PERMISSION TO GUSH. But to keep you sane, i'm gonna skip over most of the "dead" characters Savvy is one of 4+ characters that i absolutely still adore, and keep in my little oc-world A grey to red and reddish pink color pallette, fennec fox-plushie. I mainly inspired her personality of the vibe i give off to any newcomers- and well- she also has 1 different form that i previously called "Darkus" for some reason Void is the next, a white to turquoise and cyan color pallette, glitchy fox. I think she's kinda like the vibe after you've known me for awhile? But that might have changed- all i know is she glitchy and cool lmfao Also previously shown to melt, might keep that Mayah and Daeva simultaneously are Bacterial Contamination Cats Because DAMN if being edgy wasn't enough, add the spooks! and stabs Enough of the jokes though, Mayah is the one with a scarf and is overall shy for some fucking reason and Daeva is an edgelord due to- well i'll mention them later. Both are (darker) grey and red with possible pink/white stingers... idk yet it's been a while! Molse, who i actually felt like should have kept the albino-mouse-rat species, might become a rabbit later on. White-black-red and neutral. Smol boi lmfao. Might have been a victim to either Mayah or Daeva- I forgot the name of this one, probably was too complex- I have a molecule-alcohol-dog character and i think they're absolutely NOICE! Might have to explore this character more so their story could begin showing to me. I have a few others somewhere but those are the most interesting... But i bet you wanna know that guy who corrupted Daeva, didn't cha? Corrupto is currently their/his name, and currently is a loose runaway corruption. Took a liking to Daeva, but.. they still are a fuckass even if that liking exists (= Oh and they probably will stay like that until showing a clear sign of redemption muahahahaha i'm evil Now for some of the interesting ones Starting of with another corruption who'se previous host i won't say.. We have my little experimental creature, Vortex! They're a little mess, learning as they go. But man, they're a BIT different from the others, and fun to draw for some reason. Btw both corruptions are black (white or red) goopsters lmfao Honorable mentions before the ones i've drawn more often: Pencil [AU], kinda child and bean, might not be innocent deep down though. Zodiac dream demon, and of course you already have the possible right guess at who their origins deprive from. That one roomba and (grappling+something else) gun who if i draw more often, will be to background tests or other fun shit Emma and that one sign, two characters i entirely made up just from the game and previous arg that i love(d) as fuck [Changed | Pooche and Pansy] Now excuse me, but i wanna talk about Tempus! That one bibically accurate angel looking clock! I love that one. A time entity who i'm starting to suspect might be related to Painty over there- Also they have a cracked side of glass for some reason?? Hmmm.. Well i obviously know why for that one, but go ahead and theorize. Also i haven't choosen their colors yet but they have a tail, lmfao- that's mostly all Chi, who i might be mashing up with the other heart character in a weirdcore post, is my little emotion/soul demon who started of as a pure vent character but now might just be an emotionally unstable bean. Can't decide if they're blue or purple, but otherwise i just love my little heart fello <3 Also she chills around PaintBrush cause yes. And PaintBrush, my dearie self, multidimensional zodiac dream demon! Creative, unpredictable, and matched to my chaotic personality, and i absolutely love her so much i swear to axol- Um anyways, she is really respecting and caring, but can lose herself to demonic senses and also emotions (cause i lose myself to emotions sometimes

no cap) and might or might not have been- [spoilers] Also she's friends with a Bill cipher, how perfect, totally not the same Bill cipher that hangs around me. And i think that's most that i can gush about.. for now. If it sounds like i rambled then sorry, but.. not sorry agDSGOPIEOSPRHI- Anyway this is from a while ago, but shows alot of the characters i've talked about here. NOW MERRY CHRISTMAS SHOOKAS

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

Imagine...being a demon and hunting Dean down

CarryOnCap’s Masterlist Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: When Dean says he knows you better than anybody, you’re surprised to find out that you may have more of a history with the Winchesters than you can remember...

Warnings: very slight Season 15 *SPOILERS* for like a paragraph; mentions of “need to kill”; slight angst and open-ish ending, but implied TFW 2.0 win

A/N: Written for @wayward-mikaelson​‘s #Daily Imagine Prompt and (unintentionally) for @winchester-reload​‘s #Suptober20 day 4 prompt “Brand” (even though I’m working on my actual entry sketches!)  Idk where this came from and it took a weird route. Also, there’s an unintentional...nod? paraphrasing maybe? of dialogue from CA: The Winter Soldier, so credit to the MCU writers for permanently snaking their way into my subconscious because my love for Steve and Bucky apparently knows no bounds.

“If it isn’t the notorious Dean Winchester,” you sneered. “As fun as this little game of cat and mouse has been, you Winchesters are really starting to piss me off.”

They’d been tailing you all across the country and you’d had enough. Sure, you were a demon, but it wasn’t like you set out to hurt anyone. As long as everyone else could mind their own business, you liked to think you were pretty easygoing. 

…aside from a few bloody slip ups here and there but, hey, who was counting?

At least you weren’t one of those crossroad douches in the soul collecting business. You preferred to spend your time topside, having fun and wreaking a little havoc now and again. It had been going just fine until those plaid-wearing pests became obsessed with you. Eventually you’d decided to hunt them down for a change so you could finally get a little peace.

You hadn’t spotted the tall, sasquatch Hunter yet, but you’d caught the green eyed one by surprise and knocked him to his knees. Glaring down at him with a smirk, you kept a firm hold on the pressure point of his shoulder to make sure he stayed right where you wanted him.

“Did the cat catch your tongue? Because, with all of our showdowns lately, I was expecting a little more of that quick wit you always seem to have stowed away.”

If you were being honest, he was a pretty fine piece of ass and you wouldn’t mind going a round or two with him under different circumstances. Even with the dopey look of intensity on his face, laced with...something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Distress? Of course it would make sense for him to feel that way--you were a demon after all. Was there a hint of longing in the way he was staring at you? Maybe he couldn’t help thinking you were attractive despite what you were.

Who cares? You practically growled at yourself, chasing away something nagging in the back of your mind that told you there was more to his reaction. Pretending you didn’t actually care because you were incapable of such feelings anymore.

“D’you remember me?” he asked, eyes darting back and forth between yours.

Fuck, he was gorgeous. And it was really hard not to get caught up in his eyes. Why did that piss you off so much?

“Of course I do. You two meatheads have been on my ass everywhere across this godforsaken world,” you spat. “I know we’ve had a grand ol’ time and all, but listen up because I’m only going to say this once-- Leave. Me. Alone. If I catch you two on my tail again, I won’t be such a ray of fucking sunshine.”

He studied you for a long moment, seemingly unfazed by your threat.

“What do you remember about becoming a demon?”

You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head at his question. “What does that have to do with anything? And why the hell would it matter to you?”

“Because it does. Now I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess you don’t remember a whole lot about what happened to you. That there’s some gaps you just can’t seem to fill in.”

“And let me guess--you just happen to have all the answers to that because you know me so well?”

“I do. I know you better than anybody.”

You weren’t sure what game he was trying to play or how he could possibly know how disconcerting it was that you couldn’t recall a damn thing before the last month or two. Your life as a human, your time in hell-- you didn’t have the slightest idea who you were or what had happened to you.

But there was no way you were going to listen to some Winchester--even if your gut told you he was telling the truth.

“I highly doubt that,” you retorted, seething with defiance.

“You know me--”

“No I don’t,” you snarled, unsure why his words were making you feel so unsettled.

“Your name is Y/N L/N. You’ve known me and Sammy your whole life. You--ngh--”

He flinched and groaned in pain when you tightened your grip, digging your thumb into the hollow area just below the crook of his neck and above his collarbone. With your other hand, you withdrew a large blade from the side holster you’d crafted yourself.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I’ve had enough of the foreplay.”

Dean threw a sidelong glance at the weapon. His nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw and fixed his olive eyes on you again.

“I know you’ve been bouncing around looking for answers on that blade. Just like I know that underneath that jacket of yours you’ve got a mark on your arm. And I know from the small trail of bodies you’ve been leaving behind that you’re trying to fight that hunger you have to kill anything and everything around you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your voice quivered between your gritted teeth.

“It’s called the Mark of Cain. And that right there is the First Blade.” He nodded toward the weapon without a trace of deceit on his face. “I know the calm you feel when you’ve got the blade in your hand. And that power flowing through you? It scares the hell out of you.”

You grimaced, placing the antique blade against his throat as your chest began to heave from the growing rage pulsing through your veins. What gave him the right to pretend he knew a damn thing about you? 

Maybe he was right. Maybe you could admit the power did scare you sometimes. You didn’t exactly give a shit about right and wrong, but the overwhelming urge to kill left you feeling out of control. It was why you were trying to uncover answers about the brand on your arm. Why you were fighting a losing battle with the trembling hand gripping the blade now-- you wanted answers and you needed him to keep talking.

“How do you know all of this?” you demanded.

He swallowed uncomfortably and the blade bobbed against his Adam’s apple. “It was Chuck--uh, God. You’re a Hunter, Y/N. You, me, Sam, Cas, Jack--we’re family. Chuck’s trying to end the world and we were working to stop him. On our last run-in with him...we thought he killed you. But it turns out he sent you to some other universe he’d created. In this world I had the Mark and, when I died, I became a demon. In the other world he tossed you into, we think that’s what happened to you. ‘Bout a month or two ago, somehow you found your way back to this world and we’ve been trying to track you down ever since.”

Furrowing your brow, your eyes fell away from him as glimpses of the events he’d described flashed through your mind. You squeezed your eyes closed, trying to latch onto fragments of the hazy memories emerging from the depths of your subconscious...

Dean screaming your name, face contorted with horror. A small man with graying hair and a wicked grin snapping his fingers. Your hand gripping someone’s forearm, just as his strong hand grasped yours. The deep red energy that flowed from his arm to yours, searing through your veins until the Mark bubbled to the surface of your skin--the scar that was always itching to let the darkest parts of you reign free. 

“We can help, Y/N. Me and Sam can fix this.” Dean’s gruff voice was resolute as he briefly glanced away and begged you to consider his offer. “Just come with us and we can cure you.”

His words stirred something in your chest, making you realize he had triggered the faint prick of some long forgotten emotion. A small part of you longed to go with him, but it was miniscule and insignificant when you considered that “fixing this” might mean getting rid of the Mark. 

Despite the fear and lack of control it brought you, you were unwilling to give up the power or the blade. It was an addiction you had no intention of overcoming.

“Maybe I don’t want to be cured. The way I see it? There’s nothing to fix. Time to say goodnight, Dean-O.”

You raised the blade but, before you could strike, something cinched around your wrist. When the power coursing through you became dull, you turned in surprise to see that Sam had secured your wrist in one end of the cuffs he held. He reached for the blade with his free hand and swiftly dodged you when you lunged at him after releasing your hold on Dean. 

Snarling in rage, you again swung at Sam while he tried to wrestle the blade from your grasp. Dean suddenly collided with your back, circling his arms around you as he pinned your limbs to your sides. You thrashed your head and screamed as you tried to escape, but his cheek was pressed between your shoulder blades, tucked safely away from your efforts of fracturing his nose with the back of your skull.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he grunted, arms tense as he squeezed you tighter. “We’re gonna fix this. You’re okay, sweetheart.”

“Dean, I still...can’t...she’s too strong,” Sam grumbled.

You continued struggling while you gripped the blade with every bit of strength you had. As you fought the boys, you spotted a young man in a tan jacket walking toward you who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He looked vaguely familiar and you surged toward him out of instinct, knowing he was a greater threat than the men holding you.

His hair was side swept, with a few of the sandy colored strands grazing his forehead. His eyebrows were drawn together over soft eyes, brimming with an array of emotions. The boy raised his hand in greeting, smiling in relief as if he’d managed to find a long lost family member. 

“Hello, Y/N... We’re going to help you. I promise. Sam and Dean will find a way to fix this.”

“Do it, Jack!”

“Any time now, kid.”

The boys shouted in unison and you paused for a fraction of a second as another series of memories flooded you. Before you could make sense of them, Jack reached out and pressed two fingers to your forehead.

Your knees buckled and your eyes fluttered closed as you slipped into unconsciousness.

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[shorkbrian]

Always after something dark with Aizawa x reader! Maybe a soulmate AU and Aizawa catches a bad guy who ends up his soulmate so instead of handing them in... ; p THANK U heart

Aizawa after figuring out his soulmate is a frickin VILLAIN:

jhkfsg I laughed so hard don’t @ me 

But no, if it’s something he doesn’t find out until after he catches them, I can see him being so confused and pressed and irritated that he already has very intense feelings for the absolute goddamn pain in the ass this little fucker has been to track down.

 He had noticed how clever, how cunning and stealthy you were. You had to be, in order to evade him for so long. He had also noticed the curves of your body beneath your baggy villain suit, hidden away unless someone was paying attention. He noticed how flexible you were, cursed himself for finding the way you could arch your spine attractive. He would beat himself up over it, berating his brain for even thinking salacious thoughts about un-unsavory character such as yourself. Usually he had no problem with this sort of thing; His self control was solid. But to be fair, no individual had so quickly caught his attention, no body had he lusted after strongly. In part, that's probably why it took so long for him to apprehend you - always distracted on the way your body moved when you fought him, when you ran.

It would lift his guilt, to find that you were his soulmate. Instead of taking you to the authorities, knowing you’d be caught in lengthy legal processes and kept away, Aizawa would make a selfish decision for once, acting on his darker urges. He’d take you home, lock you up and swear to reform you. The man also wanted a taste of your body, unused to lusting so intensely after others. He had held himself back for so long, it’d be quite a ride when he got you home. Whew. 

But wait, what if he already knew you were his soulmate?? I’m thinking that in this AU you know it’s your soulmate the second your eyes meet. You weren’t fond of eye contact so you never looked directly at people, But somehow Aizawa had forced your hand, maybe he had you pinned on a rooftop and was berating you for your life choices. He’d think that you were ignoring him, head turned to the side and gazing off into the distance, so thick fingers would grip your jaw and whip your head around. When his eyes met yours he’d falter, never entertaining the idea that he could possibly have a soulmate, and that split second was all you needed to get away. 

From then on, it would be the most harrowing game of cat-and-mouse you’d ever play. It was a race for Shouta to capture you before any other hero did, and you were running for your life. The man was a nuisance before, but now he was an absolute terror. It made you fearful, the pure drive that he hunted you with, the desire, his need everytime you narrowly managed to escape him. His efforts would double tenfold, and you’d have maybe a few more weeks of freedom before he’d capture you again, intent on never letting you go. Once in his clutches, Aizawa wouldn’t even care about turning you into a better person, he was fine with whatever you were, villain, hero, as long you were his.

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Idk... thoughts?? I might turn this into an actual one shot, but it’s hard to decide between which version of Aizawa I prefer. Needy, soft, trying-to-better-you-while-still-boning Aizawa? Or scary, insatiable, lusty demon Aizawa who doesn’t give a frick abt your morals. Demon Aizawa’s thinking? You’re chained up in his basement, why would it matter if you were a hero or a villain? you were his soulmate.

okay I'm sorry I'm done now I promise.

WAIT I had another thotTM If I made this into a one shot the man would be so thirsty for eye contact, and reader would absolutely not be having it. Can relate, I think eye contact is so weird. 

Okay now I’m done. Thank you for bearing with me, luv you eat a yummy snack 

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Michael Myers x Thorn Oswin Loomis

Word Count: 691

Tag List: @heavenshipped @the-schizotypal-cryptid @fangedwife @cherry-bomb-ships @ghostlyvenus-selfships

Summary: When Michael met Thorn. Idk what’s going on with my writing right now so this might be formatted weirdly.

Warnings: Murder mention, hospital setting.

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Wow. He’s tall. It was the first time Thorn had really noticed Michael among the other inmates… after all, he usually kept his head down and his tongue swallowed. Now that he had happened to lift his eyes and rested them upon someone unique, he couldn’t exactly look away. Until Michael turned his head and they made accidental eye contact. Thorn’s gaze quickly shot back toward the floor and they began nervously fidgeting with their gown.

When they dared to lift their head again, Michael had looked away. They took a breath and went to the opposite side of the common room to grab a pad of paper and some crayons, sitting on the floor to sketch. It wasn’t long before a shadow loomed over them, but they paid it no mind until the shadow became someone sitting across from them, one leg drawn in, the other kicked out to the side. Thorn looked up. The tall, faraway guy. Now the tall, very close guy.

Thorn squeaked and pushed back against the wall slightly, staring at Michael’s face. He couldn’t be much older than themself… he was very handsome, and had fluffy, brown hair that curled around his jaw. His eyes were like the deepest pool Thorn had ever looked into, but this time, neither made eye contact. Michael’s eyes were unfocused and hooded, and his overall expression was blank. The rest of his face was made up of glacier-like cheekbones, an Achillean nose, and rosy, heart-shaped lips.

“Wait… I recognize you.” Thorn uttered softly, thinking aloud. That Myers boy… my dad’s patient. Michael made no indication of interest toward Thorn’s quiet statement. They relaxed slightly and went back to focusing on their drawing, finding it easy to ignore Michael’s presence… he was even quieter than they were, which was saying something, in Thorn’s opinion. Without Thorn’s attention on him, Michael refocused his eyes on their drawing, watching the crayons glide over the paper, the textured lines they left. Like a cat purposefully watching a mouse toddle along, unperturbed.

After some time, Thorn began to draw Michael. He was so still and right there, how could they resist? They showed him when they were done, and he made the effort to stare at it, but showed no indication of approval or disapproval. He stood and walked away while Thorn put away the supplies. Strange fellow. Tch, what am I saying, everybody here is strange.

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The next day, they ate lunch together, or maybe better described as side-by-side. At the farthest end of one table, with other patients avoiding both of them, Michael and Thorn shared a special bubble.

After lunch, they did slow laps around the building, supervised by a nurse, and after that they sat down at a chess table. Neither bothered to read the rules printed on the inside of the piece box, they simply set up their sides and silently engaged, treating the pieces more like action figures than anything else. This little arrangement went on for years under Dr. Samuel Loomis’, Thorn’s father and Michael’s doctor, nose… up until about two or three years before Michael’s daring escape.

Michael had grown hellishly in that time; Thorn often joked about what Smith’s Grove was feeding him, though it was all the same for patients who didn’t have known allergies. At the age of 18, he had grown to be 6-foot-7 and weighed 280 lbs. Of course, he had gym privileges, and used that to his advantage… though he only entered the gym when very few- if any at all -fellow patients were there.

Thorn on the other hand didn’t change much, though he began to finally talk a little more than he used to, even when his only companion didn’t speak at all.

The idea of Michael and Thorn being close made Loomis incredibly uneasy. He completely believed Michael was the physical definition of evil, and that he had plans. Thorn had been admitted due to the murder of their mother, committed by themself. They did not need to be influenced by Michael, who surely had a bloodlust that garnered a mighty appetite over these past 12 years.