#also love how i said i changed my mind abt requests and then kept drawing. someone stop me

[mars-ipan]

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get him a muzzle

okay <3 yay <3

[annymation]

for the asks requests:

1: DARIO BACKSTORY NOW

2: I wanna hear abt bravo

3: Florian reaction to everything

4: SYMBOLISM. PLEASE. 🍽️

Oh I actually didn't expect for all of these to be asked all of the same time, as they're kinda long answers... Specially number 3. But I can work with that :)

I think you guys might really like what's down here:

1- What Did Dario Not Tell Them At The Campfire

So when asked if he had any bad experiences with the king, Dario just answered he'd rather not talk about it. The reason isn't because Magnifico did something to him directly, but rather indirectly. See, Dario's dad is the royal announcer and his mother is a singer, both jobs that require their voices, and they value their voices a lot, while Dario was born with a speech impediment.

One day, Dario overheard them talking in their room, and they said how they hoped when Dario turned 18 he'd wish for the king to give him a voice.

Now, to some that may seem like a good wish, "who wouldn't want to have a voice?" you may ask, thing is that most disabled people don't want to be changed, what they want is to be accepted. Obviously though I can't speak for the whole ASL community, however I did study the basics of sign language in college, and my teacher, who is deaf, taught us about deaf culture, and how you shouldn't assume someone WANTS to be like you, to be "Fixed".

Dario didn't want to change himself, but in that moment he felt like his parents saw him as someone broken and hoped the king could fix him...

So yeah I didn't have him explain all that because it's way too depressing even for me.

2- Where Did Bravo Come From

A more wholesome little story with our faaaaaaavorite evil duo! Yay!

So, Amaya often goes to the woods to get ingredients for her potions, mushrooms, herbs, animal parts, you name it. She goes alone, just wearing a hooded cloak so she's not recognized.

One day, during her foraging, she heard a sound coming from behind her:

"Miirrrau!"

It was a quiet, growly meow

And she kept hearing it over and over, like it was asking for help. Now although the queen has a heart as cold as ice, she felt moved by the tiny cries, so she followed them into the woods.

And here's what she found:

"Awwwwwwwn~" Her iced heart melted at the sight of what she thought was a little kitten "Are you lost, little one?"

"Miaurrr!" the kitten had a weirdly growly voice, but still high pitched like any kitten, he seemed to be scared and lost, looking for him mom

"Don't fret, you're safe now" she takes him and puts him in her basket full of mushrooms "I'll take you to your new home. Heh heh heh my love will have quite the surprise when he sees you"

So she goes back to the palace, Magnifico is busy changing some wishes when she arrives

"Daaaaarliiiiing~ Look what I found in the woods today!" She says showing him the kitten

Magnifico looks quite surprised, although he has seen Amaya do some REALLY messed up things, he never thought she'd use a whole kitten as a potion ingredient

"Hmmm... How nice dear, but uh- If you don't mind me asking- What kind of potion requires a kitten sacrifice?" He asks smiling, trying to be supportive of her weird hobbies

"SACRIFICE???" She holds the kitten close to her, looking very offended that her husband would imply that "I don't want to kill him! I want to keep him!"

"OOOOOH I see, I see. That makes more sense" The king says kinda relieved

(They have murdered and ruined the lives of millions, but they draw the line at killing a kitten)

"Well then, if that's your desire then he's all yours, my beldam. But don't expect me to take care of him as well" He said

And that basically went like one of those "Dad said he didn't want the dog" memes, because Magnifico really liked the cat and took care of him just as much as Amaya.

They named him "Bravo" because it's both what you say to cheer for someone after a performance, and their whole thing is that they're constantly acting to their people, and also means angry in Spanish, and the kitten often looked grumpy.

But as time went on, and Bravo grew... They noticed he just wouldn't stop growing. And soon enough they realized... That wasn't a cat, that was a lynx.

And thats how the situation went from good to GREAT!

Like, they just raised their own killing machine without even knowing it was a killing machine, they were beyond ecstatic, they were running around like "YES YES YEEEES!!!" ya feel me?

3- How Florian Reacts To Everything

Now, to answer this one, I'll tell you a story... About something that happened in the chapter "Into The Eye Of The Storm".

Something that happened from Magnifico's perspective... After he got struck by lightning.

So let me set the scene.

...

He felt excruciating pain he never imagine possible course through his body, and light was all he could see.

Until it wasn't.

Everything went black.

Magnifico shot his eyes open, and all he could see was a dark emptiness surrounding him, and feel water beneath his feet.

The king looked around completely lost, one moment he was in the storm with that star, and in the next he was here... His staff wasn't with him, he was powerless.

He hears a voice

"Huh... Took much longer than I would've liked, but oh well, looks like you finally got what you deserved."

Magnus gets startled by the voice coming from all around him, but tries to hide his fear by masking it with anger "Who's there?!" he demands to know

"Really? After just 25 years you've already forgotten my voice?" The youthful but voice says, bitterness dripping from his tone. Magnifico's eyes widen as he indeed starts to recognize the voice... The voice he celebrated he'd never would have to hear all those years ago. The figure starts to manifest itself in front of him as it says "But then again, you never were the type to listen much, were you, Mag?" Florian calls him by the nickname he used to affectionally call his older sibling.

Magnus sees his younger brother floating in front of him, but the expression on his face is one the king has never seen before. Florian was always happy, always kind and sympathetic, innocent, he was like the personification of sunshine itself. Now? Now his expression was so full of hatred, hiding behind a mocking smile, like Florian has been waiting for this a long time.

"See you grew a beard heh heh you look just like dad" The spirit jokes

Magnifico is staring at the apparition before him with wide eyes, his mind is racing, trying to make sense of any of this, how could he go from fighting with the star to thi-... Wait... He remembers something he read about wishing stars, they have the power to give people dreams... He must have been knocked out and the star is trying to play a trick on him... Yeah, that's gotta be it.

He smiles thinking he just figured this all out "Hahah guilt tripping? Really? Didn't think that was your style, Aster, I'm almost impresse-"

"You died." Florian just gives it to him straight.

Magnifico freezes.

"You flew too close to the sun brother, or rather, too close to the storm." The spirit explains, and starts to float circles around his older brother "And soon, your soul will completely leave this plane, and I will finally rest in peace knowing MY people are free from you." The spirit speaks almost spitting on Magnus face, emphasizing how the people of Rosas are his people, his kingdom that Magnus stole.

But the older brother is almost blocking out the sound of his voice, too busy processing that if what he's saying is true then... "Amaya... It can't end like this, I can't leave her no-"

"HAH! That's what you worry about? That wretched witch?!" Florian now has a mocking smile on his face, it's a smile Magnifico has never seen from his caring little brother in life... It doesn't even look like him anymore.

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL HER THAT!" He yells, now starting to accept that yes, that is indeed his brother's ghost, and he's enraged to see him again.

"Pretty sure I get to call the woman who poisoned me whatever I want." Florian says nonchalantly

"Tsk not our fault you made it so easy" the older brother smirks, trying to come out on top of the situation "I mean, a random mystery woman shows up out of nowhere, and you just invites her to be the royal potion maker? What did you think was gonna happe-"

"I thought you'd finally be happy." Florian interrupts him with a serious expression, Magnus stops talking and stares at him confused, so Florian continues "When you first locked eyes with her, I saw a spark in you... A gleam of happiness you never shown in all the years we lived together... I knew you were in love with her... THATS why I let her stay." He explains with every word dripping with bitterness "I thought "Finally, my big brother won't be so lonely and angry all the time! Love will surely make him move on from the fact he wasn't meant to be king!"" Florian makes a slightly more high pitched and cheerful voice as if to mimic how he used to sound like when he was alive "Hahah It's quite the tragic comedy, ain't it? I helped in your union... Unaware I was digging my own grave."

"... And do you think I care? We would've ended up together regardless. And I would take the crown that is RIGHTFULLY MINE regardless of whatever you did!" Magnus exclaims. If he's really dead and this is just the limbo between the land of the living and the after life, then he might as well take this opportunity to let out everything he wanted to tell his little brat of a brother all those years "The throne was MY RIGHT! But he said "NoOooO son! You must learn magic! So you may grant their wishes" WELL what if I don't WANT to grant all their whiny little pleas, like I'm some kind of SERVANT?! I wanted to follow my own path! I dreamed of being a good king! But then YOU showed up!"

"Sorry for being born, I guess" Florian says sarcastically

"YEARS watching them give you everything I ever wanted... I was pushed aside like I was NOTHING." Magnus sounds more and more deranged as he begins to smile sadistically at his brother "WELL GUESS WHAT! Now I "grant" more wishes than YOU and all of those old fools EVER DID! The people ADORE ME! And no one even remembers you!" Magnus spats out like he just won this argument, Florian is raising one eyebrow, looking at him like this is quite pathetic. The older king walks closer to him with a grin "So, how does it feel huh? Knowing your legacy will forever be "Just King Magnifico's little brother that fell ill and died""

Florian looks at him serious for a moment, before smiling confident again "I never did it to be remembered, I did it because I wanted to make my people happy, and I can rest easy knowing I did just that... While you lived a meaningless life, trying soooo desperately to make everyone love you, hoping that would make it up for the years you were ignored... Did it work?" Magnus looks shocked by those words, he tries to respond but Florian doesn't let him "Of course it didn't, you'll never be satisfied. And now, as if making my people suffer all these years wasn't enough, you try to steal the magic of a star, but oh-oh that didn't work, it got you killed in the most foolish way possible!... Now it won't be long until people find out the truth, then NO ONE will "Adore you" nor "Remember you"." Florian smiles widely as he asks "So, how does it feel huh? Knowing your legacy will forever be... Nothing."

Magnus has no words... His brother had never spoken to him like that... No one has ever spoken to him like that.

Florian looks satisfied, but he already know that... Unfortunately, Magnus time hasn't come just yet

"*sigh* Karma really does work in mysterious ways... Looks like the witch comes to your rescue, Mag... Again." Florian says with his arms crossed.

Magnus doesn't understand what he's talking about "Wha-"

"When you get back, if you even remember any of this... Tell Amaya that I lied, her tea tasted terrible." He says with a cheeky grin while waving his brother goodbye.

Magnus feels him sink into the water beneath his feet. He screams and-

His eyes are shot open.

He gasps for air.

Amaya brought him back from the dead with her kiss.

...

So yeah, that's dead Florian, his personality is waaaay different when he was alive by the way, but I enjoyed writing someone that can spit some facts on Magnifico's face.

4- Symbolism

I've wrote a whole lot in this, so I'll just end on a simple note:

I like the symbolism of Asha's family always being with her, from her wearing her mother's cloak and her ability to draw being what saved her, to her singing to inspire the people like her father, and playing her grandfather's mandolin, it really feels like even though they weren't THERE they were essential characters in her journey. And I'm proud of this little detail.

There's more juicy symbolism but now I'm exhausted from writing because MY GOSH Florian was intense, I really got into the mindset of a 20 year old that got murdered by the brother he once admired and I don't feel well. OOF. Imma take a break lmao

Thank you for the ask and

Thank You For Reading!

[dolce-peach]

Hi! I really like your mcu fanfiction! Could you do a fanfic where the reader is an avenger and loves to paint and daydream and once she first meets Loki she falls head over heels and secrets dreams abt him and sketches and paints his portraits and he finds out. Hope you have a good rest of your day :)

unspoken

pairing: loki x avenger!reader

warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff oml

a/n: honestly this was the fluff i needed to write in the midst of my sad life 😂😭 hope you guys like it!

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Once again, you got carried away sketching on your paperwork.  This time, it was Steve and Tony arguing over something petty while the mission meeting progressed.  You leaned into your arm, your pen pretty much moving on its own.

“Anyways, before I was rudely interrupted,” Steve started as he sent a playful glare at Tony, “does everyone understand their role?”

Everyone nodded.

You continued shading in various parts of the quick sketch, further capturing lifelike qualities.  The annoyance in Steve’s gaze.  The defiance in Tony’s eyes.

“Y/N?”

You looked up, setting your pen down.  “Sorry.  Yeah?”

“Do you understand your role for the mission?” Steve repeated.

You sent an apologetic smile.  “Aye, Cap’n.”

As the meeting ended, you collected your strewn papers with slight embarrassment.  It wasn’t the first time you were caught with your head completely in the clouds.  

You couldn’t help it.  Sketching helped you concentrate, as strange as that sounded, and when you had time, painting helped you take your mind off of things.  Healthy extracurricular activities that were relaxing were hard to come by, especially for a combat and stealth agent like yourself.

You made your way back to the common room, where everyone was crowding around Thor and someone else.

“Thor, you can’t just bring him here,” Steve said.  

Tony snorted.  “Yeah, what if he destroys half of New York again?  Guess who’d have to clean that up?  Me.”

“Oh, please,” Natasha groaned, rolling her eyes.  “You give yourself way too much credit.”

“No offense, but I’m not a big fan,” Clint said, eyeing the newcomer anxiously.

Bruce cowered behind Clint.  “Me too.”

“Of who?” you asked.

Everyone turned to see you standing there, your curiosity piqued.  They slowly backed away, revealing someone you’ve only heard about.

“Loki,” you breathed.

He stood in all his godly glory, adorned in his green and black robes, hints of gold making everything vivid.  He stood tall over you, making you shrink a bit at his bravado.

He smirked.  “That would be me.”  His eyes scanned you.  “And who might you be?”

“Y/N.”

“And she can kick your ass,” Tony added helpfully.

Steve sent a warning look.  “Language.”

Tony held his hands up in defeat, everyone laughing.  

Loki kept his eyes on you with interest.  You had to break away from his intense gaze, or you felt you might be eaten alive.

--

When you got done with training that day, you found yourself sitting on the balcony overlooking the night streets.  You were snuggled up in a thick sweatshirt with your pencil and sketchbook.  

You sighed happily.  

If you had to describe your ideal night, it would be this.  No missions to complete.  No errands to run.  No one to meet or please.

Just you and your imagination.

As per usual, you let your pencil draw for itself.  

You smiled a bit to yourself, seeing the rough shapes coming together to form Loki’s structure.  You began putting some fine lines in before shading ever so softly.

You’d been thinking about him the entire day.  Other than the mischievous look in his eyes, he hardly seemed like the egotistic maniac who destroyed most of New York.  Instead he looked gentle and reserved, taking in the world quietly, all while perhaps having a slightly sadistic sense of humor.

You shook your head.  You didn’t care what the others had to say about him.  You were determined to get to know him while he was here with Thor.

With your head full and your heart satisfied, you decided to brew yourself a cup of tea before heading back inside to retire for the night.  

You filled the kettle and started the stove.  You nearly jumped when you heard the fridge open behind you.  

“Do all you humans drink such revolting liquid?” Loki asked, holding up a can of soda.

“Depends on what brand you drink,” you answered.  “Would you like tea?”

He paused.  “Yes, please.”

As he put the soda can back, you reached for two cups in the cupboard and scooped some non-caffeinated tea into a couple strainer balls.  You placed them in the cups and carefully poured the boiling water, watching it swirl and change colors.

When it finished brewing, you removed the strainers and slid Loki a cup across the kitchen counter.

“Thank you,” came his quiet response.

You grinned.  “No problem.”

You sipped your tea, and looked at him again before laughing.

He blushed.  “What’s so funny?” he asked defensively.

“Nothing!” you laughed.  “I just never expected to see a god in sweatpants and a t-shirt.”

“Well, it’s quite comfortable,” Loki argued.  “And you didn’t expect me to stay dressed like that all the time, did you?”

“I suppose not,” you said, leaning against the counter.

It was quiet as the two of you finished your cups of tea.  You took his empty cup and rinsed it in the sink.

You smiled to yourself.  He really isn’t as bad as everyone says he is.

He stood awkwardly against the counter.  “Um, thank you again.”

You shook your head.  “Anytime.”

“Why are you being so kind to me?”

You blinked.  “Hm?”

“Well...”  He rubbed the back of his neck.  “Usually people scream or glare or something.  They think I’ll kill them the next instant or freeze them forever.”

“I don’t think you’re so bad,” you said.  “Misunderstood, yes, but you’re not a bad guy.”

A blush colored his cheeks as he looked away.  

“Anyways, I’ll see you tomorrow, Loki,” you said with a smile.

He snapped out of his momentary daze.  “Yeah.  Have a good night...Y/N.”

As you began walking away, you couldn’t help but widen your smile, feeling your heart beating a bit harder.

--

The next week was utterly exhausting.  Each of you used your abilities to the very max hunting down Hydra bases and the likes.  

Having Loki fight with you all was strange for everyone.  The Avengers always made sure to keep him in check, but you had no doubts about his loyalty, especially as you got to know him more.  

There were also things unseen and unsaid.  

You’d often catch him stealing glances at you, and you didn’t mind at all.  It was almost like he was afraid you were going to disappear.  

He’d come up to your room late at night with a cup of tea and stay into the early hours of the morning.  Sometimes you’d talk, and sometimes you just watched the cars move up and down the street.

You’d become best friends with the god of mischief.

It wasn’t until you started dreaming about him that you discovered you were also in love with him.

Loki became your sole subject for your sketches.  You loved capturing his many different expressions, especially the looks of varying annoyance.

Eventually, you gathered enough courage to begin a painted portrait of him.  You were determined to show everyone how you saw him: vivid, charming, lovely, protective.  

You used so many colors, a color for each bit of life in his expression.

As you painted, you got so lost in what you were doing, you didn’t hear Loki walk in behind you.

He silently studied you painting for a few minutes, taking it all in.

“What are you doing?”

“Jesus!” you yelped, nearly dropping your brush.  Your cheeks grew hot as you tried to cover your work.  “N-nothing!”

Loki laughed, catching you off guard.  “I’ve been watching you the past few minutes.”

“Really?” you squeaked.  “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You looked like you were concentrating.  I didn’t want to interrupt,” he said.  “And I was enjoying watching you work.”

At this point, you were a red tomato.  You had no idea why you were freaking out so much.  It was just a painting of a friend.

A friend you wanted to be something more to.

“I’m flattered,” he continued.  He eyed the sketches of himself strewn all over your desk.  “You drew more?”

“Yeah, but they’re not much...” you trailed off as you shuffled them around a bit.  “I mean, it’s just a relaxing hobby of mine...”

He carefully picked up some pieces, his eyes filled with admiration.  “These are really amazing, Y/N.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course!”  He furrowed his eyebrows.  “But why me?”

“What do you mean?”

He nodded.  “Wouldn’t it be nicer to sketch someone like my brother?  Or one of your Earth friends?”

“I guess, but they’re not you.”

You were your reddest, if that was even possible at that point.  

Loki took a moment before smiling.  “If you insist.”  He let out a small laugh.  “If you want, I could model for you some time.”

Your eyes sparkled.  “Really?”

He played with your hair.  

“Anything for you.”

part 2

[jjobxx]

-- Never Letting Go;

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Words count: 1,637

Request:  could u write something abt cuddling w jj? like him laying on ur chest and u wrapping ur arms around him and being super cute and cuddly

Warnings: None I believe, just fluffy!

A/N: Somehow I always write the reader as being soft but that’s literally my favorite trope. :’) Anyways, I hope this is to your liking - if not, I would be happy to try again! I did not proof so any errors are my mistake! This mentions the movie Me Before You (no spoilers though) so if you haven’t seen it and need something to pull at your heart strings, this movie is for you (I literally bawl like a baby every time I watch it).

-- People had always wondered how someone so timid, so nice, could be a Pogue, or even spend her time with such delinquents, as they liked to call them. Most had a strong personality but yours was rather soft. You contrasted greatly with the sorts of people on the island but that didn't make it any less your home than others.

Despite you and JJ both being Pogues, and the silly rule of ‘no pogue on pogue macking’, you and JJ were the exception to the rule. It took JJ longer than the others to realize you were a good influence on him but it was Pope that first spoke up about how much different JJ was when you were around the group. It was also Pope that was the first one to realize how much JJ admired you, as he would often have that same look of admiration in eyes whenever he’d look at Kie.

He’d often joke around with John B on how lovesick JJ was, and that’s how you had found out about JJ liking you as more than just a friend. You had heard Pope and John B talking about it by accident one day and it took you four days to confess to JJ what you had overheard, your own nerves getting the best of you every time you tried before then. It was an awkward conversation, mostly from the way you kept getting flustered and red in the face, but you and JJ were finally able to lay your feelings for each other on the table.

That was seven months ago. Seven months of you and JJ getting to know each other even more and falling even more for one another.

Currently you were laying out on a blanket in your small backyard, a run-down book in hand and your mind hanging onto every word that was printed on the stained pages. It was a Saturday which meant at any given moment your friends and boyfriend would be walking out to your yard through your back door to convince you to join them on their usual shenanigans. You joining them didn't mean you partake in what they do, it was more-so quietly laughing at the silly things they did and politely turning down the many beers they seemed to offer you every time you hung out. They knew your answer would always be no, but always offered anyways "just in case you change your mind". Despite the trouble they seemed to cause, they were good people and you were happy to have them in your life. Stuck in your book, you heard your name being called ever so lightly. "Y/N!" Kie's voice traveled through your yard and you gently placed your book down, smiling up at her as she made her way to you. "We're taking the Pogue out today, going for a little swim. Wanna join?" Going out on the water was always a breath of fresh air to you and even though you didn't particularly know how to swim, you still liked to be on the boat with them. "Sure," you exclaimed sofly. "Let me go grab some sandals real quick," a smile on your face as you gracefully stood up to retrieve your blanket and book from the ground.

Little did you know, Kie was part of a ploy JJ had been brewing for a date night, something that was long overdue. It didn’t take much convincing for him to get Kie to go along with it. “Oh, you should change into something else, it looks like you have some dirt on that,” she giggled slightly, knowing full well there wasn’t anything your current clothes you were wearing; a simple pastel top and jean shorts but Kie knew you like the back of her hand and there was no way you would want to go on a date without wearing something extra cutesy. “Ooo, definitely your dress with the sun flowers… I love that dress!” she exclaimed on the way back into your house.

You smiled and shrugged your shoulders before excusing yourself to your room to change.

Once you were changed, the two of you made your way to John B’s where he was currently waiting on the dock. “Looks like it’s just the three of us,” John B explained as he held his hand out to you to help you onto the boat. You couldn’t help the slight pout of your lip, expecting JJ to be there with all of you as usual. Before you could ask where JJ was, or Pope for that matter, John B beat you to the punch. “They had to deliver extra groceries to the golf club, but I’m sure they’ll be back for round two on the HMS Pogue,” he winked, the gleam in his eye a tad more mischievous than usual.

You three stayed out on the boat for a good three hours. During that time, Pope and JJ were back on land, setting up the backyard of the Chateau for a date for two. Though he didn’t have a lot of money, JJ did his best to make it work. They found a small, round table with two chairs in John B’s house and set it outside close to the water, laying a white sheet over the table as a cover. “My girl needs a nice view…” JJ had rambled on as the two worked hard, his eyes scanning the horizon from where the water met the land. Then they made a makeshift canopy over the table set, followed by twinkling light strands shaped like flowers Kie had let him borrow. All that was left to do was to set the table with a couple of glasses and a nice bottle of champagne, or for your preference, sparkling water and wait for Pope to finish the macaroni and cheese that was currently cooking on the stove top; your all time favorite.

It was nearing dark when the three of you made it back to John B’s and at the moment you were in a daze as you watched the sun lower into the water. You hadn’t realized the boat was docked until John B cleared his throat, signaling it was time to clear the boat. He had helped you off, not before doing a silly bow and using a weird accent as he said “Ma’am, your prince awaits you.” He chuckled at the weird expression on your face but then as your eyes glanced to his backyard, your smile grew even wider. “Why thank you, kind sir!” You went along with it, giggling as he walked you over to JJ. “M’lady,” JJ goofily grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on it. “I hope you like mac and cheese and sparkling water,” he exclaimed as he led you to the table and pulled the chair out for you.

“So that’s why they were all acting so weird,” you spoke up after finishing your last spoonful of the cheesy goodness. “I was just glad I was able to pull it off,” he responded. “But I do have one more surprise.” With that, he helped you from your seat and guided you to the hammock. With the help of Kie, he was able to hang a sheet, opposite of the hammock, and have a projector screen a movie onto the sheet. “I know how much you love this movie,” he spoke softly as he let you lay down on the hammock first so he could get the movie started. He gently placed himself beside you. “Me Before You,” you whispered, grinning at him. “You know this movie makes me cry every time, right?!,” you proclaim before nuzzling into him when he rested into the hammock next to you.

By the time, the movie was only halfway through, somehow instead of you nuzzling into him, his head was laying on your chest and your arms were wrapped around him. JJ would never admit it to any of the others, but he loved being the little spoon. "I thought you were supposed to be comforting me,” you teasingly jutted at him. “Yeah but you’re so soft and warm,” he whined, looking up to meet your eyes. He noticed your eyes were glassed over, a sign that the movie had already gotten you in your feelings. He gently placed a soft kiss on your jaw to distract you from the angsty scene on the screen and immediately you could feel yourself blush. “You’re so cute when you blush,” he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment while he relished in your embrace.

You couldn’t help the tears that flowed by the time the movie was over. JJ was still laying on your chest and while you held him, he maneuvered his arms around you, too. “Aw baby, you know I hate to see you cry,” he had whispered up at you, his thumb drawing small circles on your skin to soothe you. “Next time we’re going for a happy movie, right?” he questioned, and you nodded your head, a smile appearing on your features.

For the rest of the night, JJ made sure you didn’t shed anymore tears for the fictional movie but instead told you countless of stories about his adventures before he had met you. Most of them had you giggling while he would playfully pout that you found some of his stories to be funny. Once it was time for the two of you to sleep, you both stayed in the hammock with your arms around each other and JJ’s head on your chest. And the next morning that’s exactly how the pogues found you two and though they didn’t interrupt the cute scene before them, they all made a note to tease JJ later about being the little spoon.

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unexpected || Mayward

Request:  Omg i kept thinking about ur kook!jj and pogue!pope and him fumbling around and trying to impress pope and for the first time in his life is awkward and cant impress this guy but he also doesnt knw why he likes him sm and being flustered when pope touches him when they become good friends AGHHHH I CANT STOP THINKING ABT JJ FALLING IN LOVE WITH POPE AT FIRST SIGHT AGHH SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE IT NOW PLS

Warning: underage drinking, JJ being awkward, probably grammar errors

Author’s Note: kook!JJ anon! Are you the same one as before? I see you. I honestly struggled a bit with this. I like the first part, but not really the second. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. 

JJ becomes friends with Kie after the other has her falling out with Sarah. They’re basically the only two in the school with no friends, often referred to as the loners of the class, but JJ thinks that might be what draws them to each other. Kie had been the one to approach first, smile bright and long hair cascading over her shoulder. JJ has never been known to let a girl slip away, but as she greets him, he knows he has to let this one go. There’s something more here, something JJ knows will be better than a one night stand.

That’s how JJ finds himself at the boneyard, arm linked with Kie’s. She smiles at him, warm and welcoming and JJ frowns. He’s pretty well known for going to boneyard parties, but it usually involved him going solo and leaving with one or two people on his arms. This was different though. Kie was taking him to meet her pogue friends, already vouched for him so he felt like he couldn't back out. 

“They’re going to love you!” Kie reassures and JJ rolls his eyes at the other. She’s been saying that for days now, since she decided to plan this little party with them in order to introduce her two worlds. JJ isn’t too sure, knows the rivalry between kooks and pogues goes deep, but Kie smiles at him and he knows he can’t say no to his friend. “I’m so excited! It was getting tiring of splitting my time between you guys.” 

“You’re talking like they’ll instantly accept me,” JJ comments, eyes glancing around. He doesn’t really know what he’s looking for, but Kie said they’d be around the keg. He does spot two guys hanging around handing out drinks and he notices one waving over to them. 

JJ’s breath catches in his throat. 

The guy’s smile is lighting up his whole face, cheeks a little pink from alcohol as he waves. JJ can see him laughing at something, hanging off his friends shoulder as another touron comes up to the keg to fill their newly empty cup. 

JJ doesn’t think he’s seen anyone so beautiful. 

“Pope! John B!” Kie’s voice pulls him out of his trance as she nearly drags him over to the two boys. Apparently, he had been a little more entranced than he thought because he ends up tripping over one of the dead branches, nearly taking Kie with him as he stumbles forward. “JJ! Oh my gosh, are you okay?” JJ can’t help the blush that dusts his cheeks as he shifts into a sitting position with Kie’s help.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he mutters, brushing the sand from his knees and he pushing himself up again. Luckily, most of the party is pretty drunk so not many people noticed his fall, but JJ can feel eyes on him, meets a pair of brown ones with his own, a nervous smile pulling up his lips as he lets Kie lead him the rest of the way to the group. 

“Well, anyway, this is John B and Pope. Guys, this is JJ,” she introduces, not bothering to mediate any further as she goes to grab a beer for herself. JJ hadn’t really expected her to disappear, but he looks over for some help only moments later and she’s gone, lost in the crowd. 

“Beer?” Pope asks, breaking the awkward tension between the three of them. JJ nods in answer, trying to find the right words, but Pope is looking at him with this kind smile, one he isn’t used to, and JJ is never at a loss for words. This is all new to him. He’s never had to work when he wanted to pick someone up. It usually comes naturally. 

JJ takes the cup, not wasting any time as he chugs the liquid, hoping that it will ease him up a bit. It doesn’t though and JJ shifts awkwardly, trying to figure out what the hell to say as the three of them stand in a circle, all of them waiting for Kie to return. 

“Did you know you can be declared dead in some states, but not others?” 

JJ furrows his brows at Pope before glancing at John B, who is sighing in annoyance. “Not dead bodies again,” he mutters, walking away without another word. 

The other continues before JJ can even process this, spewing facts about dead bodies left and right. JJ doesn’t know why, but he finds it endearing. The other is clearly passionate about the subject and JJ just likes watching the excitement flash across Pope’s face when he realizes that JJ is still sitting there listening to him. 

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After the initial introduction, JJ fit right in with the pogues. It was easy to get along with people who didn’t expect everything of you. It was refreshing really. The guys were pretty welcoming, but JJ was still trying to get used to having friends. 

The hardest thing about this whole friendship thing was the touching. 

JJ doesn’t do touching. He doesn’t mind when Kie slips her arm into his or he rests his arm over her shoulder. He doesn’t mind when John B goes in for a high five. He doesn’t mind when Pope reaches out for their little hand shake.

It’s the sudden movements that get him. It’s when Kie goes in for a hug, sudden and happy. It’s when John B slaps him on the shoulder, good natured and friendly. It’s when Pope leans closer to him, hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t know if the group notices the way he stiffens at the touches. If they do, he’s thankful they don’t mention anything.

It’s different with Pope though. 

The other is always so gentle when he reaches forward, deliberate and kind in a way to make sure JJ knew he would never hurt him. It didn’t change the fact that JJ would tense under Pope’s touch, but it was for a completely different reason when it came to Pope. 

Other than that, It was easy to be around the other. JJ couldn’t help the way his cheeks would heat up when the other directed a comment at him or when Pope would get excited about one of JJ’s plans. He was pretty sure it was starting to get obvious at this point. Kie had even made an off handed comment about it one day, but it seemed like the only one who didn’t see it was Pope. And JJ didn’t know what to do about it. He hasn’t really liked anyone before. He’s always been a one night stand kind of person. 

“Just go for it,” Kie says one day, knowing smile on her lips as she heads for the road.

“Go for what?”

JJ’s eyes widen in shock as he turns around to find a curious pair of brown eyes watching him. Kie one hundred percent did that on purpose. She knew he was behind them. 

JJ opens his mouth, trying to form the words, only to snap his mouth shut again. He catches disappointment flash across Pope’s face, frown settling on his lips. JJ hates that he put that look on Pope’s face, wants that bright smile he loves so much. 

Well, he might as well just go for it. 

JJ steps forward, tentative at first as he watches Pope’s eyes widen in shock. The shock doesn’t last long though as JJ glances down at Pope’s lips, asking for permission. But Pope doesn’t wait, uses that glance as his permission and simply steps forward to connect their lips. 

JJ has to admit that he’s pretty happy Kie introduced him to her friends.