#and i agree jj is funny as hell

[ozymoron]

i dont think i actually like shipping for like normal shipping reasons im pretty sure i only like ships cause i like seeing boys kiss and girls kiss especially if what they have going on is fucked up and weird

[tinylilacbun]

c a r e g i v e r j j m a y b a n k a l p h a b e t ˚ ｡ ⋆

A - activities | what is their favorite activity (or activities) to do with you?

Coloring, he appreciates those quieter moments with you, a small distraction from the usual havoc that's happening practically every day.

Or play fighting, he loves to wrestle with you a little whenever you're in a more cheeky mood and feel like you could over power him, you can't, but it's cute to see you try and tickle that thought out of you.

B - baby talk | Do they like to talk in a baby voice when interacting?

He only does it to annoy you a little, or when you're tired and claim not to be.

"What was that? Can't hear you when your mumbling sweet cheeks." "Aww, you're so adorable trying not to yawn, my sleepy princess."

C - cuddling | Do they like to cuddle with their regressor?

OH HELL YEAH!! He cuddles you anywhere and whenever he gets the chance to, his favorite place is in the hammock, the slow swinging soothing for the both of you.

D - dress up | Will they play dress up? what would be their favorite outfit?

Mmm, not excessive, and only if you give him those puppy eyes of yours he would agree on wearing a plastic tiara and the matching necklace.

E - entertainment | What is their favorite movie, show, or book to watch/read with their regressor?

Since JJ is more of an action kinda guy, is watching cartoons something he only does for you, trying not to fall asleep during them but he has to admit that the Cars trilogy is kinda cool.

F - forgiveness | How forgiving are they when their regressor makes mistakes? How fast do they forgive?

Fast. Like, he folds instantly the second you pout and look at him with tears in your pretty doe like eyes.

G - gentle | How gentle are they with their regressor?

Surprisingly gentle, but there are some times where he underestimates his own strength and grabs you a little too rough, instantly apologizing and kissing or rubbing the spot that hurts.

H - hugs | Do they like to hug?

Definitely, any kind of hug you could think of, normal hugs, side hugs, hugging you from behind, hugging you while he spins you around, letting you jump on his back and wrap your arms around his neck, literally anything.

I - imaginary | How imaginative are they?

He's um... special. He tries to keep up with whatever imaginary play you came up with but he sometimes says things where you look at him like :o BUT try to include it anyway.

J - jokes | Do they like to joke around?

We're talking about JJ Maybank here, that answers the question on it's own :3

K - kisses | Do they like to give (platonic) kissies? Where is their favorite spot to kiss?

Of courseeee, our boy is love deprived and either giving or receiving kisses is like healing his inner wounds and insecurities.

Forehead and cheek kisses are his favorite (on the lips too, but only pecks when you're little, knowing the limits and respecting them), especially when he's in a funny mood he'll lick the side of your face afterwards only to hear you giggle or whine.

L - lullaby | Do they sing lullabies to their regressor? What is their favorite one?

Nope, he tried once and never again, simply putting on some white noise on his phone if you're really restless.

M - morning | How do they spend mornings with their regressor? (when regressed)

All cozied up together in each other's arms and he simply listens to all the things you plan on doing that day, humming and tracing a finger up and down your arm.

N - night | How do they spend nights with their regressor? (when regressed)

Falling asleep hugging each other, ending up all sprawled out on the bed while fighting for the blanket and you trying to save your plushie from being squished by JJ's body.

O - overprotective | Are they more overprotective, underprotective, or somewhere in the middle?

O V E R P R O T E C T I V E. There's no in between, he's protective already over those he loves and when you're little even more so, he's even responsible sometimes when it comes to little you.

Always having you within eyesight and holding your hand when you're out and about, glaring at every kook who dares to look at you for a second too long.

P - petnames | What are their favorite petnames to use for their regressor?

Kiddo, sweet cheeks, pretty girl, princess, baby

Q - quality time | How much time do they usually spend with their regressor? Do they live with them or visit?

Every day, every minute, every second. Not separating if there's no reason to be.

R - regression | Do they age regress as well?

I said it before and I'll say it again, JJ is a switch in my eyes.

He does it rarely, more liking it to take care of you but sometimes everything just gets a bit too much and he needs to shut his brain off for a while.

S - snacks | What snacks do they feed their regressor?

He'll simply give you crackers or hands you something from the fruit bowl that Kie insisted should always be full of fresh fruits.

T - tea party | Do they enjoy playing tea party? Will they play with the toys and/or stuffies as well?

He can't say no to his baby so he has no choice but to sit down on the ground and play tea party with you, giving your stuffies funny voices, flipping off the pogues when he hears them snicker on the other side of the room (obviously making sure you don't look when he does).

U - understand | How well do they understand their regressors needs and emotions?

He has some trouble understanding you every time, but always makes sure to give you space and let you spill out everything that has been building up.

After a while he picks up on certain things you do which tells him if you want to be touched or not, if you feel like talking or not.

V - visit | What are some of their favorite places to visit with their regressor?

The beach, or going on The Snapper and driving out on the ocean for a while.

W - warmth | Do they provide physical warmth to their regressor, such as giving blankets or cuddling? Do they make their regressor feel warm and secure, mentally?

You bet he does, your well being is his top priority that the moment he notices something is off he tries to make it better in any way he can.

X - (e)xtra | Additional headcanons?

When you're both little all the pogues look after you both, mostly John B and Sarah since they're the first ones you both told about being in the agere community.

Y - yummy | What are their favorite meals to make for their regressor? Are they good at cooking and/or baking?

The only thing he manages to cook without it burning are mac and cheese :') but it's always so damn good you always get excited when you see him getting the macaroni out of the cupboard.

Z - Zzz | Do they take naps with their regressor? What are some sleep habits of theirs?

JJ takes more naps than you do sometimes, there exists a hundred of pictures of the both of you just snoozing and holding each other.

Alphabet list from: @emodarylz

Inspired by: @jjtheresidentbaby <3

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[terriblefaun]

𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 - RAFE/READER

cw. mentions drink, drugs,rafe lowk being a lil softie in this chapter, jj angst, mentions r having a bad home life. SLOW BURN. more set up than story atp. lots of f word! from the uk i cant help it x

3.7k words. part 1/? (had to divide it up cos the whole thing was killing my phone! so lmk if u acc want the next one !! <3) also not proof read! love u xx

It was the third time that morning that JJ had brought it up. You hadn’t hung out properly for ages since you moved and still it was all he could go on about. Pope had been kind enough to jump in at one point, making sure to tell you that he didn't think of you any different. Which you had appreciated, but that was about as brave as anyone got when it came to standing up to JJ or defending you.

Without Kie here you were playing 3:1 and losing bad.

John B, shyly at first and then with a confidence that surprised you, agreed with his best friend. “You are a little different now that you live on the Eight, i mean, for one: you're late all the time-”

“-Cos it takes me forever to get here!”

“-And, like, that kook fit you always wear…”

“My uniform?” You huff, exasperated. It really was pointless to argue but for fuck sake, surely you’d put up with it for long enough? It was summer, you'd come to JB’s for a little escape, a little friendship and a cold beer, but you’ve been here two hours already and all anyone had talked about was that damn kook academy, how it was going to change you- how it had already changed Kie. Like that was the worst thing in the world. 

JJ opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off, “Can you just shut up? Please just fucking shut up about it already. You're going on and on and its driving me fucking crazy, J. Just stop.” 

It was clear this pissed him off, but his face softened from anger to offense, and then finally to a sarcastic smile. “Fine, whatever the princess wants.”

“Oh, you're such a p-” but you stopped yourself with a tired laugh. You didn't want to fight. Not again, not now. You were still exhausted from the last one - the one that ended with Kie crying and walking home alone, despite you going after her. You hadn't heard from her since. 

“What? Pogue? Is that what you were gonna say, huh? I’m such a fucking pogue!”

“Piece of shit, Jayj! I was gonna call you a fucking piece of shit! Cos you are! You can't just be happy for me can you-”

 “Happy?” JJ asks like you really are out of your mind,  like he can't even begin to imagine a silver lining to this situation. 

“Yeah, cos Kie’s finally getting along with her mom again, and for the first time in my life i don't have to worry about making rent payments or where the hell my mom is and i finally have a step dad that doesn't fucking hate me! Can you just think about that for a fucking minute, JJ, can you really not image why that might be of some relief to us? Huh?”

He doesn't say anything, which might actually be worse. 

Your eyes had started to sting with tears and you turned away from your friends to hold your face in your hands. It was hot to the touch and your head hurt. You really didn't want to start crying.

Pope and John B were sat quietly on the sofa like two kids waiting for the parents to stop arguing. Why weren't they saying anything? Is this really how they all felt- like you weren't theirs anymore? Like you had betrayed them somehow? 

You snivelled, sighed and turned to look JJ in the eyes. Despite the tugging at his heart, he refused back down.

 It pissed you off to see him still standing there with his shoulders squared and a hard look on his face. He was so far from the boy you were used to, the soft, funny one you had grown up and felt safe with. How do you even get back to that? Really, you knew the answer was to say sorry, but like hell that was gonna happen. Despite the fact you had nothing to apologise for, you were cursed with the same stubbornness as he was. You were two juuls in a pod, or whatever the saying was.

And then, a thought. A terrible, mean thought.

“You’re just jealous, that's it.”

There's a sudden look on JJ’s face that you've never seen before. It scares you almost enough to back down, but you stay tough.  He laughs.

“Such a fucking kook thing to say i mean, c’mon!” JJ gestures to Pope and JB like they're gonna agree with him- and if given the chance to talk, they might but you don't dare to look over, just in case. “Yeah. Of course I'm jealous of you, princess. Jesus Christ, man, you’re so self absorbed! You fit right in with those dickheads on figure eight, you know that? You and kie, you're right where you belong.”

“You’re such a dick.” You swallow down all that venom you had just a minute ago, it stings, makes your vision blur. 

“Cos’ i’m telling the truth?" He says, "Just go home YN, fuck off back to the eight already ‘cos we don't want you here.”

“JJ-” Finally someone chimed in, though you couldn’t tell who, probably Pope again, but it didn’t matter anyway, right now there was no one else in the world except for you and JJ.

“I don’t want you here.” He says again in a low voice. Then, turning away, mumbles something you probably weren't actually meant to hear. Something sarcastic about your dad, how proud he'd be of how you're turning out.

You gasp. A direct hit, one you never expected he'd go for. The boys look up at you, not having caught it themselves.

But you had heard it. J saw you hear it. And it hurt. And he saw that it hurt. And he didn't seem to mind. He had the sense to look guilty for a split second but then there was that stubbornness again, mean and cold.

You stood there with your mouth open for a minute. Half waiting for him to rush out an apology, to call a time out like this was just a game you could stop playing and forget all about, and you could go back to how things were supposed to be.

JJ said nothing.

Fine. You storm off, slamming the chateau doors behind you and heading straight for your bike. It's a little vintage thing with a basket and ribbons, and you feel just a little ridiculous as you cycle angrily away.  I’ll show you a fucking kook princess. 

 

 Grand exit now complete, the adrenaline of whatever the hell just went down finally wears off halfway through town. Collapsing onto the sidewalk, tangling with your bike as you go down, you let yourself cry.

Not entirely sure how long you let yourself fall apart but time starts moving again when a car pulls up in front of you. The window rolls down and you look up at the sound of Bunny Wailer’s Mellow Mood coming from the speaker. 

 “Need a ride?” The driver shouts over the music.

“Kiwi. Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling!”

“Sorry. Don’t cry about it,” she smiles, i am sorry, and nods towards the passenger side, “get in.” 

The warmth of the midday sun had dried your tears pretty quick, but your eyes were red and puffy and gave you away. Oh, YN. Kie mumbles once you're inside, turning the radio down and leaning across to hug you.

“Don’t worry, it’s Jay that's made me cry, not you.” You choke out a wet laugh and pull your hoodie up over your face for a second. “I’ll be fine in a minute, really, i’ll be fine.”

She sighs decidedly, giving you a once over. "Nah, i know what you need.” 

You side eye her, unsure. "Kook party." She explains and you cringe. Sarah, a friend Kie had already made at the academy, had invited her and in turn she was inviting you. As if I'd wanna be there without you.

"C'mon. Big house, free booze, no JJ."

"OK. Sold."

Kiara’s bedroom is likely to be your favourite place on earth, though you never get to spend a lot of time there as it also happens to be one of her least favourites. You don't even know what it is that makes it so great, her bed is soft and plush but too small for two, so sleepovers are always spent uncomfortably squished between her, her plushies, and the wall. And the only CD’s she has are reggae, which you don't mind, and indie rock shit you've never heard of and can't stand.

Maybe it was just because her house was so totally not yours. Maybe that's why you liked it. 

You’re in front of her bathroom mirror, chewing on your bottom lip, brows furrowed and arms crossed when Sarah comes up behinds you to ask what you're thinking. “I think…. I need to go blonde.”

Her eyes light up, “Like Buffy Summers Blonde or-”

“-Baywatch blonde.”

“Baywatch blonde…” she repeated in a whisper, an excited smile on her face. “Dude, yeah. That'd be so hot.”

She let out an excited squeak, and that was that. The make over was immediate. You dyed your hair then and there in Kie's en suit. Then she picked out an outfit while Sarah did you make up. Pamela Anderson or...Jennifer Aniston? she had asked.

"Which ones more kook?" Aniston was decided upon, though with the bikini you'd borrowed from Kie and the short denim skirt and black cami you wore, you ended up a bit more Pamela anyway.

It's gonna be rager, said Sarah, It’s at Alice’s boyfriend’s friend’s beach house, or something like that. Kiara seemed to know all these people already, so you nodded and smiled and pretended you did too.

"I have to go home quick, you know, put a bag together, let my mom know i'm still alive."

"You want us to drop you off?" Sarah had asked, sweet as she was you could tell she wanted to stay playing dress up for a while longer, so you declined.

"Just text me the address, i'll meet you there."

 

To no surprise at all, your mom wasn’t home. You thought best not to leave a note or text her, lest she remember she had a daughter and suddenly decide to parent it. 

You went up to your room on the top floor and put together a bag. Perfume, lip gloss, $50, a rollie and some gum. The essentials. You dug out the half empty tequila bottle you and kie kept tucked away in your pj drawer, and poured out a shot for yourself. Then another. Cheers, you thought, to going full kook. 

9:15 PM and you were out the door, instantly regretting your choice to meet them at the party- having to cycle there on your bicycle in the worlds shortest denim skirt was not the most comfortable experience. But alas, you looked as good as you felt, and it might have been the tequila but you felt pretty fucking good. 

Kiwi where are you??

KIE!!!! im here. they have jello shots where r u

i cant fudnd u guys anyebere

KIARBRA!!!!!!!!!

You'd been at the party for little over an hour, far too drunk already but having a great time. Despite not yet having found Kie or Sarah. You had, however, recognised a few girls from the academy and most of them had recognised you too, despite your new hair and new found friendliness towards them, they knew you. 

Another half an hour of slurred compliments and dizzy dance moves and you begin to feel the alcohol wear off, a tragedy that must be remedied if you're to socialise with these people any longer. How much longer? Where the fuck was Kie?

You’re making your way through the kitchen towards the back yard in hopes of somewhere quiet to call your friend, when a figure steps out in front of you. “You look like a malibu and coke kinda girl, right?” 

He seems nice enough, towering over you but not making you feel trapped. He’s got a polo shirt on, clearly recently ironed, and a big drunk smile on his face. Am I a Malibu girl? You thought, that’s rum, right? What the hell, sure.

“How could you tell?” 

“Sweet girl like yourself, how could it be anything else?”

Sweet. That's something you haven't been called before. It makes you feel a bit soft in the middle, clearly a line, but working on you nonetheless. “Oh, I like you.”

His smile widens, eyes almost closed, and goes to speak again but is interrupted by another mystery boy before he can reply. “Is this guy bothering you?” He says, slow and deep with a cocky smile, one arm slung over the first guys shoulder. He looks at you, leans in close like he’s telling you a secret. “Sorry ‘bout my friend Top here, S’like a puppy, not been properly socialised yet.” 

“Hey thats- I was just offering the new girl a drink.” He says, holding up a red solo cup with what you assume is a malibu and coke inside. 

“Allow me.” Says the second guy, taking the cup from Top’s hand and offering it to you. 

“Thanks-” You laugh, half forgotten by the boys already. You look between them as they go back and forth with each other, a drunk scene clearly played many times before, and take a sip of your drink. God. Yeah, Definitely rum. 

"You shouldn't encourage them." A soft voice says. Where had he come from? had he been here the whole time?

"I'm sorry?"

"They're like strays," he explains, nodding towards the boys, "show 'em a bit of attention and they'll just keep coming back."

You turn to face him completely. He's gorgeous- clearly knows it too- but the spot lights of the kitchen make halos around him. He copies your movement and only then do you realise just how close he's standing.

“Rafe.” He offers after a long moment of you saying nothing. “Rafe Cameron.” 

You stop your drooling and straighten up.

“Cameron?”  Why did that sound familiar? A smug smile creeps onto his face and you watch it drop comically fast as you ask your next question. “Sarah's brother? Oh, shit, have you seen her?” You ask, looking around, but it’s Boy 1 that answers. 

“S’not here,” Top sighs, suddenly drawn back into the conversation. “Something about… baby turtles or something, i don't know.”

“You know my sister.” Rafe says to you, ignoring Top.

“Yeah, well, kind of. Not really. I was supposed to meet her here.” 

“Well…she’s not here,” Rafe tilts his head with a smile and watches you think. Great, so I've been ditched. Double ditched. Bitches. He thinks you look a little offended, but not altogether disappointed.  His little smile grows, plotting. “-but i can take care of you.”

You look up at him in all his 6’3 sun kissed glory. He’s standing close enough that you can smell his aftershave, the bitterness of whatever he’s been drinking, and the faintest smell of sunscreen applied hours ago. The thought of him putting on suncream at all makes you smile. You watch the way his shirt stretches around his bicep as he leans on the counter behind, the way his hand dwarfs the red solo cup it holds, the way his eyes blink slow and steady, lashes kissing his cheeks.

 “Yeah, I bet you can.”

“She said she likes me.” Top chimes in, previous Sarah related heartbreak forgotten. 

“Topper, you're drunk, just… go find Sarah.” Rafe says, grabbing him by the shoulders and pointing him in some other direction. Boy 2 is tugged along behind by some invisible string, and off they go looking for Sarah.

“Let me know if you find her!” You shout after them, Boy 1 turns, salutes in your vague direction, and then disappears in the crowd of other drunk polo shirt wearing kooks. 

Rafe turns to you, shrugging his shoulders with a smile that dimples his cheeks, “Looks like it's just us.”

You click your tongue. “I was actually on my way out.” Why am I playing hard to get? 

“Oh, you don't wanna do that.”

“No?” Tell me to stay and I will. 

“Nah,” he starts, drawing out the words quiet and slow, “You wanna stay here with me allll night.” 

Thank you. But instead you say, “Here? With you? All night?” is a voice thats sweetly mocking. The apples of your cheeks turn pink with a grin. You down the contents of the cup Top had given you, trying your best not to scrunch up your face, “Well you best get me another drink then.” 

He takes the cup from you without breaking eye contact. Was he always so intense with it? Paired with the barely visible but constant grin he’d had this entire time, you worried maybe he could read your mind. Your eyes shot down to his hands again. Please god don't be reading my mind. 

“I’ll be back in a minute. Don't go anywhere.” You look up at him through your lashes, giving him your best Jessica Rabbit, which seems to be working. 

“I’ll be right here.”

You turn to leave, pointing quick to the plastic cup, “-No Malibu!”

 The bathroom door was unlocked, which is why you surprised to find it occupied by three girls huddled around the counter. “Oh, sorry-” you turn to leave but have already caught their attention, one reaches out to you in a instant. 

“YN!” She slurs out, looking up at you through lidded eyes. It’s one of the girls youd danced with earlier- Lacey or Lexi or something. Whoever she is, theres a smile on her face that lets you know she’d totally wasted. Not just drunk either.

 “Did I see you talking to The Rafe Cameron out there?” She squeals, drawing the attention of the other two girls. A couple of ‘oh my gods’ are whispered as they huddle around you, desperate for more information.

“I Just-” 

“Is he a good kisser?”

“I Don’t-”

“Are you gonna hook up with him?”

You bark out a laugh. “Fuck, girls, I only just met him!”

“So? Are you?” They continue to pester, unfazed and looking up at you with shining, excitable eyes, like kids on christmas morning.  

You're smiling hard and trying to think of something to say. Fuck it, lets go with honesty. “Maybe, yeah.” 

They squeak again and they grab at you, pulling you towards the bathroom mirror. One girls hand goes straight to your hair, curling a single piece with her finger, neatening it up the best she can. Another reaches for her bag, the clatter of makeup can be heard as she fumbles. She comes at you then with a powder brush. They’re all talking over each other and it's hard to make out exactly what is being said by any of them. I knew a girl that slept with him once/i heard he cant get it up unless you call him mr cameron/really cos amy said- 

It’s then that you see the thin white lines of powder neatly waiting on the black marble counter. Ah, you think, well that makes sense. 

 Rafe is standing outside the bathroom when you open the door, he pushes himself off the wall casually like you haven't just kept him waiting entirely too long. His eyebrows raise as you step out with three girls following very close behind. They're all giggles and lazy grins and so are you. 

“...Are you high?” You bite your lip to keep from smiling.

Tsk tsk tsk. “I leave you alone for five minutes and you get high. I can't take you anywhere.” 

“I wish you would take me somewhere...” You say, confusing yourself, and then “isn't it so hot in here?”

“Right." He laughs, "Outside.” But he’s already reaching for your hand when he says this. He’s gentle, not like the girls in the bathroom had suggested. He’s leading you off towards the big patio doors, red plastic cups forgotten on a side table somewhere behind you. You plod along next to him, doing as you're told.

You couldn't even guess how long you'd been sat out in the garden with him. Forever, maybe. You mumble out a thank you, trying not to sound embarrassed. Mostly you just felt bad for him being on babysitting duty. If only Kie was here.

“S’fine. Happens to most people the first time they try blow.” You don't even attempt to protest, just laugh. Your cool girl exterior was screwed the second he had introduced himself. Your makeover had been great, blonde bombshell of your dreams, unfortunately you were still yourself underneath it all. Which isn't to say that you were insecure, or shy, just that you had always folded far too easily for a pretty face. And Rafe had a very pretty face. 

And to his credit, or maybe to yours, he didn’t seem any less interested in you now that you were both sobering up, significantly less cool and mysterious but still beautiful. 

You're lying on the grass when he asks, “So…are you gonna tell me your name or what?”

Ha! Looking up at him from where he stands over you, you smile sweetly, like you hadn't just spent ten minutes trying not to vomit on his shoes, like you're meeting him for the very first time, “YN.”

Rafe  repeats your name quietly to himself like he’s trying to figure something out. “Do I know you?”

You smile, “I don't think so. Not really.” to be fair, he and jj happened to rarely pick fights when you were around, and he was older than you by maybe two or three years, you weren't sure, so it's unlikely your paths would have crossed outside that.

“Mhm. not really, huh? Do I get a hint?”

“No.”

He sighs, thinking like you gave him a clue anyway. “You definitely live on the island?”

“All my life!” You say, accidentally playing along. Sobering, but not sober. 

“I don't know…” He bends down next to you, one hand reaches out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, it lingers there and you try your best not to lean into it, fail miserably, and look up at him. “I think i’d remember this face.” 

You blush, he probably notices but you tilt your head back and close your eyes. Embarrassed, yes, playing it cool, maybe. You bite your lip to keep from smiling too wide. “Apparently not.” 

He laughs. Damn, Definitely noticed the blush. “Seriously, how can I not have met you before?”

While this was fun, you were drunk. And when you were drunk there was always a silly voice in the back of your head telling you sad things. Right now it was telling you how disappointed  he was going to be when he found out who you were- or rather, what you were. A pogue. “I don't wanna play anymore.” 

“No?” He asks, a little condescending, like he was talking to a child, but there was something about it that you liked. You shake your head ever so slightly, no. 

“Want to go home?” The question surprises you. Were they your only options, play nicely or get sent home? No, you shake your head again. 

“So then do as you’re told.” He says softly, testing the waters. He stands, taking your hand and you let him pull you up with him. There's a moment where you're pressed against his chest, and he’s looking down at you, his eyes dark under the moonlight, where you think he might kiss you. And maybe he would have if you’d have been good. 

For the first time in your life you desperately want to be good. 

“Let’s go.” It seems you're being let off with a warning. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes as Rafe leads you down the side of the house and into the front yard, unlocking his car. 

[winchesterwild78]

Second Take pt 3

Master List

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Karl Urban, Eric Kripke, other characters from the set of The Boys

Warnings: Angst, mention of divorce, soft smut (nothing too graphic…yet 😉)

A/N: Jensen and Reader are together and share a vulnerable moment. They decide to keep their relationship a secret for now. Before filming starts, the reader gets ready to fly back to Texas with Jensen. Jensen and Danneel decide to tell the kids. 

This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. 

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Minors DNI 18+

The next few days Jensen and I worked on mending our relationship. We made the decision to keep our relationship private for now. We didn’t want any problems for Danneel, Jensen or the kids, especially the kids. 

Since we hadn’t started filming yet, Jensen was flying back to Texas so he and Danneel could tell the kids about the divorce. I could tell he was nervous. 

I pulled him close to me and wrapped my arms around his waist, “Babe, it’s going to be okay. I’m sure there will be tears and lots of questions, but with you and D as a united front on this, they will be okay. 

I looked up at him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Come home with me.” I looked up at him with shock in my eyes, “What?” “Come home with me, back to Texas. I’m staying in a hotel and you and I can spend time together. It would mean so much to me to have you there. I’ll get you your own room so it doesn’t raise suspicion. You can visit Moose too. I know he and Gen would love to see you.”

“Can I think about it? I really don’t want to cause problems or make D uncomfortable.” He smirked. “What’s so funny, Ackles?” His lips ghosted mine, “You are. You are the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. You being concerned about D proves my point.” He placed a soft kiss on my lips but pulled away before it got too heavy. 

We decided to wait to have sex. We didn’t put a time frame on it, but we knew we didn’t want to rush it. It was damn near impossible to resist him and he knew it. 

The night before he was leaving Jensen and I were spending a quiet evening at my place. We ordered some food and we were going to hang out and watch a movie. At least that was the plan. 

We ordered the food and were getting comfortable on the couch. When Jensen’s phone rang. It was a FaceTime call from Danneel. 

“Sorry babe, I need to take this.” I nodded and stood up to give him some privacy. 

I walked in the kitchen as he answered, it was JJ. 

“Hey JJ. How are you, baby?” She sniffled, “Daddy are you coming home?” 

“Yes baby, why? I’ll be home tomorrow.” She looked at Jensen and got quiet. “Baby, it’s okay. What happened?” “Uncle Gino came over cause mommy was crying and I heard them talking about you and mommy told Uncle Gino you had a girlfriend and you weren’t coming home.” 

Jensen’s jaw clenched and he ran his fingers through his hair. I stood leaning against the counter in shock. I couldn’t believe she’d do that. 

“Baby I promise I’ll be home tomorrow. We have some things to talk about, but I promise I will be there. Where’s your mama?”

JJ sighed and smiled a little bit at him. “She’s downstairs with Uncle Gino. I took her phone to call you.” “It’s okay baby girl. Can you take the phone to mommy? I want to talk to her.” “Okay, Daddy. I love you.” “I love you too, baby.” 

My heart clenched in my chest. Being with Jensen is so easy and it’s sometimes easy to forget he has children and a life outside our little bubble. 

“Hey Jensen.” I could hear her. “Danneel, I thought we agreed to tell the kids together and before we told anyone else?” 

“We did. I haven’t told the kids anything.” “No, but you told Gino and JJ heard you. You told him I had a girlfriend?! What the hell D?!” 

I couldn’t see them, but I knew Jensen was mad. “Well it’s the truth. You do have a girlfriend.” “D don’t do that. Don’t act like you don’t have a boyfriend yourself. Yeah, I know all about him and how he’s been coming over for a few months after I leave and the kids go to sleep or school.” 

“How did you know?!” “Cameras, D.” 

She gasped, “Jens, I can explain.” 

The doorbell rang and I walked to open the door. As I walked past I saw Jensen hold his hand up, “Stop Danneel. I don’t care about your boyfriend, but you’re not going to turn yourself into the victim here. We are moving forward with the divorce, we are telling our children together and we will coexist peacefully regardless of who we have in our lives. Our children deserve that.”

“I’ll talk to JJ and try to explain what I can. When are you getting in tomorrow?” 

Jensen let out a sigh, “My plane lands about 9 in the morning. I’ll go check into the hotel and head to the house.” 

“Jens, why are you staying in a hotel?” “D I think it would be best if I didn’t stay at the house.” 

“Jensen, don’t be like that. I think you should stay here for the sake of the kids. We’re about to tell them their parents are splitting up. You don’t think that’s going to be hard on them?”

Jensen ran his hand down his face and sighed, “I know it’s going to be hard on them, hell it’s hard on me, I just don’t want them to be confused if I’m still staying at the house.” 

“Jens, stay in the guestroom. They are going to need both of us.” “Fine, I’ll stay at home.”

I gasped softly in the kitchen when I heard him. I was planning on going with him, but now was it worth me going if he was staying with her? 

My heart clenched in my chest and the familiar feeling of jealousy started to creep in my mind. He loves me. He wants to be with me. They are done, but they have a history together. She’s the mother of his children. She’s beautiful.

Tears pricked my eyes. I was worried and didn’t know how to tell him. 

I heard him groan as he stood and I heard his heavy steps coming towards the kitchen. 

I quickly wiped my eyes, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. My back to the door as Jensen came into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me flush to his chest.

Jensen moved my hair away from my neck and placed a soft kiss to my pulse point. “Hey, sorry about that.” “It’s fine. Is JJ okay?” “Yeah, she heard D telling Gino about the divorce.”

I nodded, “I’m glad she’s okay.” My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to. Jensen picked up on it and turned me to face him. I lowered my head, a lump formed in my throat.

He tilted my chin up, “Hey, talk to me. What’s wrong baby?” I took in a shaky breath and let it out. “I don’t think I’m going to go with you. I’d just be in the way.” 

Jensen’s brows furrowed, “What? No, you wouldn’t be. D and I will tell the kids and then we will figure out what to do from there.” “I heard you, Jensen. You’re staying at the house. If you’re with the kids I don’t want to take time away from them. I know I could go visit Jared and Gen, but I can’t stay there with them all day and all night. You need to focus on your children, not me. I love you Jensen, I can’t keep you from taking care of them. You go and I’ll stay here.” 

Jensen’s face fell. “I understand, but I really want you to be there. I know I’m staying at the house, but I would still come to the hotel and be with you.” I scoffed. The sad and angry feeling in my chest grew. 

Jensen looked at me, “What? Why did you scoff?” Jensen’s eyes searching mine for answers. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea. I feel like a dirty secret. I know we agreed to keep our relationship between us for now, but you were mine first. You should have married me, those children should be mine! Damnit Jensen, she’s taken everything from me and now I can’t even be with you. I have to stay in a hotel room and wait for you to return to me like I’m a cheap whore. I’m worth more than that. I DESERVE more than that. I would never do anything to hurt your children. They didn’t ask to be born and they deserve so much. I just want to feel like I’m worthy of your time and love too.”

The tears I had been holding started to fall heavy and fast. My chest heaving. The anger and hurt from the past 13 years finally boiling over. 

Jensen pulled me tight in his arms and held me. I sobbed into his chest. “Baby you’re not a dirty secret, and you’re right I should be married to you, but I’m not. I made a choice all those years ago, but baby I’m making one now and it’s you. It will always be you. You’re not a cheap whore, you’re the love of my life, my soulmate, my home. I never stopped loving you and I never will. If you don’t want to go home with me I understand. I want you to go, but it’s your choice.” 

He gently wiped the tears away and kissed my forehead. My breath hitched as I held him tighter. 

“Jensen, I think you should go. I need some space. Some time to think and I can’t do that with you here.” A lump formed in my throat and my heart broke. 

Jensen pulled back a little and looked in my eyes. His green eyes filled with hurt and sadness, “Y/N, please don’t push me away. We can figure this out, but only if we do it together.” 

I shook my head, “I know, but I need time Jensen.” He nodded, “I understand. I love you, Y/N. Call me when you’re ready to talk.” He placed a soft kiss on my lips, grabbed his stuff and left. 

I stood in the spot I was in frozen and couldn’t move. The familiar feeling of him leaving all those years again was filling my heart and soul. 

I pulled out my phone, ready to call anyone who would listen when I heard a knock on the door. 

I walked over, opened the door and gasped, “Jensen?!” He stepped in, dropped his bag and pulled me to him, crashing his lips on mine. 

When he pulled away he cupped my face, “I made the mistake of not fighting for you all those years ago and I’m not going to do it again. I love you and you’re in my life for the rest of it. I don’t care who sees us or what anyone has to say about it. I’m going to tell the kids tomorrow with Danneel about the divorce and then I’m coming back to the hotel to be with you. If the kids want to come they can, but I’m not letting you go again. I’m not letting us go again. I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. Now and forever.” 

I stood in stunned silence. The pain I was feeling started to heal a little. He was choosing me, choosing us and damn it felt good. I kissed him softly. “What about Danneel?” “I’ll tell her it’s not a good idea for me to stay there and offer to let the kids come to the hotel if they want to. I don’t want them to be confused about me staying there after we tell them we are splitting up. I’ll look for a place in Texas so the kids can have a place when I come home. Better yet, we should look for a place in Texas. A place for us and the kids. What do you say? Let’s find a place in Texas and move in together.” 

I looked stunned, “Jens, this is all happening so fast. Let’s slow down a bit. You find a place in Texas, and if and when I decide to move it with you I will just move into your place. I can help you find a place if you want.”

He nodded, “Okay, I understand. I just don’t want to waste any more time when it comes to our relationship.” I placed my hands on his chest, “We aren’t wasting time, we are learning how to be together again. As long as we’re together it doesn’t matter if we live under the same roof or not. I think we shouldn’t live together until your divorce is final.” 

Jensen agreed. “Will you at least still come to Texas with me tomorrow?” “Yes, Jensen. I’d love to.”

He smiled, pulled me close and kissed me. The kiss deepened quickly. Before either of us could process what was happening we were laying on the bed making out. 

My heart hammered in my chest, our eyes dark with lust. Jensen’s lips ghosted mine, “Do you want to stop?” I took a deep breath, “No. I’m ready, Jensen.”

Jensen’s hands slowly removed my clothes and then his. Goosebumps erupted on my skin due to the chilly air and the anticipation. 

His lips ghosting over my body and making my breath catch in my throat. “Do you want more, baby?” I moaned and nodded. “Use your words sweetheart.” “Yes, Jensen. Please make love to me. Take me now.” 

Jensen’s body hovered over mine as he finally took me. I grabbed the sheets and gasped as he filled and stretched me with every inch he had to offer. 

I had forgotten how amazing he felt. Our bodies moved in perfect sync and the sounds that filled my bedroom were like silent prayers to heaven. About an hour later Jensen was laying on his back and I was on his chest. His fingers drew delicate patterns on my skin. 

“That was incredible, Y/N. God I missed you.” “Yes it was, Jensen. I missed you too. I’m sorry about earlier. I guess I haven’t really dealt with the pain of the past.” 

“Shh, no, don’t apologize. You have every right to still be angry. I’m glad you were able to get some of that out. I’m sure you’re still holding on to some more. I just hope one day you will be able to get it out.” 

“Honestly the only thing I’m still holding on to is the loss of our baby. When you left I figured if I had our baby at least I’d still have a piece of you, of our love with me. Then I lost the baby and I just felt so alone. I lost the love of my life, and our baby and it hurt so much.” 

His thumb rubbed softly over my cheek, “I am still so sorry you went through that alone. If I knew I would have been by your side. Maybe eventually we could try again. Have a baby of our own, if it’s something you’d want.”

“You’d want another child? You have three already.” “I do, and they are amazing, but I don’t have any with you and I’d love to have at least one with you.” 

I smiled softly, “We can talk about it. Just not right now. We need to sleep. We have an early flight. I love you, Jensen. Good night.” 

“I love you too, Y/N. Good night.” 

He kissed my lips and the two of us relaxed against each other and drifted off to sleep. 

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I love love LOVE jealous Hotch!!! Would love to see a very smutty fic where during a night out Emily makes out with guy and Hotch goes absolutely insane

Title: Can’t look away Summary: He knows that she wasn’t his, that she was free to do whatever she wanted. But jealousy isn’t logical and if anybody should be kissing Emily Prentiss it was him. Word count: 5,2k   Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, jealousy, consumption of alcohol, Aaron Hotchner is bad at feelings

The beat of the music is loud in his ears, the people even louder. He wasn’t sure why he had agreed to come out, he had work to finish, had a nice big bed waiting for him at home, he had every reason in the world not to be there. And yet, here he was.

The team had all wanted to go out to dinner, the last few days had been draining and they all needed something else to focus on besides the hate that existed in their world. He had agreed to the dinner, but as glasses of wine were being had and the food was gone, Derek suggested that they’d all go to the bar across the street.

He should have said no, he really should have. But even Dave encouraged him to join and between his best friend, Emily’s eyes and Penelope’s badgering he accepted with a nagging feeling that he would end up regretting his decision.

He wasn’t wrong. Because now he’s sitting at a crowded table, nursing a scotch and watching as men flocked around Emily like moths to the most delicious flame. Jealousy is licking at his insides, it’s heavy in his stomach, it makes his tone curt and low as he tries to pretend that he’s not watching her every move.

They weren’t together, not even close to it, but that didn’t change the fact that he was madly in love with her.

It had started after his divorce, a slow simmer as he realized just how beautiful his subordinate was. There was no harm in noticing that, he would justify to himself, because Emily was beautiful, any man would be crazy to suggest otherwise. But then he finds himself laughing at her dry sense of humor, finds himself looking for her first thing in the morning and okay maybe he had a little crush but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle, he would reason. She was intelligent and funny and beautiful, all qualities that he found attractive. And she smelled good, like vanilla and citrus and something distinctively Emily. He sometimes let himself inhale the smell of her when they were in close quarters, sucked in a greedy breath through his nose in fear of never getting to smell her again. Slowly, he can’t find more reasons that would explain his feelings towards her, except that he was in love with her.

And being in love with Emily Prentiss was hell on earth, because he couldn’t do anything about it. 

Sometimes he wonders if she knows, or at least suspects something. Because he was sure she hadn’t always found ways to touch him, always subtle, always so softly and quickly that it could have been an accident. He didn’t think she used to lean forward over his desk, earning him a peak at her cleavage occasionally, but lately she had. She would stand closer to him than necessary, he was sure of it, that she found some kind of satisfaction in his suffering. And he would find her watching him, the ghost of a smirk on her lips and dark eyes gleaming with something close to interest.

That’s the biggest reason why he’s here, because he locked eyes with her and she would wordlessly urge him to join, the brown in her eyes dancing with something almost menacing, something intriguing.

And yet now he’s sitting with Dave and JJ, nursing a drink while being unable to keep his eyes off Emily as she made her way through the bar. Derek was with her, but it didn’t take long until a beautiful woman had fallen for his charm and he was busy talking to her at the bar, his back turned to Emily as he leaned into the woman.

It took less than a minute before a man was standing beside Emily and buying her a drink, no less than ten before he was pulling her from the bar and out to the dance floor and she was smiling at something he whispered in her ear.

Aaron was fuming, because no one but him should touch her like that, large hands on her waist, circling her body until he pushes her closer to his chest. And she wasn’t resisting, in fact she was talking to him, her pink lips curling into a dirty smile as she did.

Logically Aaron knew she wasn’t his, that they were nothing but friends and he tries to remind himself of that, the words like a mantra in his head. But jealousy isn’t logical, and it most certainly doesn’t make for a good companion.

“Hey Hotch, you alright?” JJ’s voice forces his attention from Emily and to her and he finds that he welcomed the distraction, for the time being.

“I’m just tired.” He takes a sip of the scotch, the drink bitter on his tongue as he swallows it down together with resentment.

“We all are.” She sighs before spinning around on her stool. “Looks like the others are having fun.” Her eyes flit from Derek at the bar to the dance floor where Emily is dancing with the guy who’s been eyeing her since they walked in, next to them are Spencer and Penelope, the blonde laughing loudly as she tries to teach Spencer some new steps. JJ smiles at the sight.

“Should we join them?” Dave asks and she twists her head back enough for him to see the teasing grin on her face.

“You sure you’re able to keep up?” She earns a low chuckle from Aaron and an arched eyebrow from the older man.

“I’ve been dancing for longer than you’ve been alive.” He’s already standing up and extending his hand. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

JJ laughs as she stands up and takes his hand in hers.

“Hey Hotch, you want to dance too?” She asks and he shakes his head. “It’ll be fun!” She insists and he once again shakes his head.

“I’m not much of a dancer, but go ahead.”

So that’s how he finds himself alone at the table, and in seconds he’s back to staring at Emily. She’s still dancing, the stranger’s arms still around her, two of his fingers moving along the skin just above her jeans and Aaron wonders just how soft her skin would feel against his own hands.

He can’t look away, he doesn’t know how much time passes, but then the music shifts and something slower comes on and Emily is making her way towards him.

“I’m going out for a smoke with Mark.” She tells him as she rummages through her purse and finds the pack of cigarettes that he knows she always carries but rarely uses.

“Okay.” He says and she looks at him with curiosity.

“You alright?” She’s studying him intently, and he wants to kiss away the smirk on her lips.

“Yes.” He mutters and Emily’s eyebrow arches in amusement and he wants nothing more than to bend her over the table he’s currently sitting at.

“I promised to save Spencer from the floor soon, if I’m not back in five can you do it for me?”

He’s sure she’s about to laugh at the way he’s glaring at her, but she doesn’t. Instead she turns towards the door and doesn’t shrug Mark’s arm off her when he wraps it around her shoulders.

Fuck. That.

He’s standing before he’s even fully aware of it, his body moving on autopilot. He follows her out even though he shouldn’t. The air is cold against his skin but he barely feels it as he listens to the sound of Emily’s voice. She’s around the corner, laughing at something the man, Mark says and without a second thought he walks towards it. Just as he rounds the corner, Mark pushes her against the wall and kisses her and he feels like he’s been punched in the gut. Emily seems to be a little taken off guard, but she doesn’t try and push him away and Aaron is unable to look away. When her fingers twist in his shirt he feels nauseous as his hands clenches at his side.

He must have made a noise, he’s not sure because he can’t hear anything besides the blood rushing through his ears, but Emily pulls away with wide eyes and Mark is staring at him, confused by his presence.

“Do you mind, man?” He asks and Aaron jerks slightly at the sound of a British accent.

“Leave.” The word is out before he can stop it, and he takes a step closer to them his eyes zeroed in on the other man.

“What?” The scoff that erupts only makes Aaron angrier and straightens almost involuntary, his shoulder pushed back.

“Get back inside, or leave.” His fist clenches harder, his fingers hurting as he stares the other man down.

“Hotch, I really don’t think-” Emily stops talking the second he looks at her. He’s furious, the anger he’s trying so hard to contain making his body shake slightly. She doesn’t know what it says about her that she kind of likes it.

“Get the fuck out of here.” His attention turns back to Mark when she stays quiet and he knows he must look like a mad man because a few seconds later he cowers back. Mark shakes his head as he puts some space between them, eyes moving from Emily to him and back before forcing a strained laugh.

“Fuck this.” He mutters and throws the cigarette in his hand to the ground but not without making sure to put a couple more feet of space between himself and Aaron. It would have been funny if he wasn’t furious.

The second he rounds the corner, Aaron’s focus turns to Emily, who’s leaning back against the wall a sly smile grazing her face as she tilts her head back. He knows that he shouldn’t, that every line is already crossed but when he turns fully to her and crowds her personal space he’s sure he hears her breathing hitch.

“Did you enjoy that?” Her voice is almost probing but low and teasing as she holds is heated stare. “Your show of machoism?”

“That’s not what this was.” He leans one hand against the stone wall, adrenaline is still pumping through him, the image of another man touching and kissing her forcing jealousy through his veins and then she chuckles, the sound dry and breathy and he wants nothing more than to kiss her.

“Then what was it?” She’s baiting him, challenging him and he releases a shaky breath.

“How long have you known?” He bites back a groan when he feels one of her hands on his hip, finding a buckle of his pants and pulling him closer to her. She smells like she always does, of citrus and vanilla and Emily and as she invades his senses he presses himself closer to her.

“Well I wasn’t sure until tonight, but you’ve been watching me.” When she speaks her breath falls in soft puffs against his face and he lets himself tower over her. “You’re jealous.” She concludes for him and he brushes some of her dark hair behind her ear.

“I am.” His voice is rough and low and he sees the way her cheeks heat at the admission.

“Although it is very sexy,” Her hands wrap around his neck, keeping him close to her. “it’s unnecessary, I only want you. I have for a long time.” It’s the first time he sees her mask dropping and something more vulnerable reflects back at him.

“Really?” His lips graze hers when he speaks, she’s so close, so incredibly close and he’s sure he’s going to lose his control any second.

“Really.” She breathes and when her eyelids flutter close and she presses her lips to his, all semblance of control is lost. His hand moves from where it’s been planted against the wall to the back of her neck, keeping her face close to his, while his other hand sneaks around her waist and bands over her lower back. Her skin is just as soft as he had imagined and he makes a sound in his throat.

When her lips open he immediately deepens the kiss, his tongue licking into her mouth and she gasps slightly as she surrenders to his demanding tongue. He’s sure she must be uncomfortable, pressed between hard concrete and his body, but she makes no move to stop. Her hand is twisted in the lapel of his suit, her other hand grasping at the hair at the base of his neck, her short nails causing a tingle down his spine when she scratches his scalp.

By the time he’s pulling away they’re both panting for air and he laughs breathlessly, his forehead leaning against hers.

“Aaron,” She says his name softly and he doesn’t think it’s ever sounded so good. “Your place or mine?” Her dark eyes gleam in that familiar way, her pupils dilated and lips kiss-swollen, and he knows right then that he’ll never be able to deny her anything.

“Mine.”

The cab ride is silent but comfortable, stolen glances and careful touches as he forces himself not to devour her right then and there. When he opens the door she stands behind him, breathing softly against the back of his neck and he’s sure she’s trying to kill him. She hangs her coat up as he turns off the alarm and then hangs his own coat up next to hers. By the time he’s done, Emily is smiling at him, the same smile she had when he told Mark to leave, self-assured and smug, and he uses all his self-control not to take her right there.

She beats him to it, again, and kisses the air from his lungs before he can even take a step forward. He’s the one backed into a wall this time, as she presses her body as close to him as she can and his back hits the wall with a thud.

“Sorry.” She gets out through heated kisses, but he knows she’s not sorry at all. He doesn’t care, because he’s busy focusing on the way her skin feels under his palms, warm and soft, as he explores the skin of her waist, her back, up over her ribs until he feels the fabric of her bra.

“You’re addictive.” His low voice causes her to shiver and he smiles at the thought of her being just as affected by him as he is by her. “Going to take my time with you, going to make sure you know who’s the only one allowed to touch you.”

His words make her moan, something raspy and low in her throat and he knows he needs to hear it again. He wasn’t sure where the words came from, all he knows is that flashes of Mark still linger in his mind, and his sole purpose was to forget, to make sure Emily never felt the need to kiss another man. She was his.

With that thought in mind he grabs the hem of her shirt and she quickly lifts her arms, helping him to get it off. The bra she’s wearing is lacy and blue with a little ribbon between her breasts and fuck him, he was sure she would be the death of him.

“You’re staring, again.” She’s biting her bottom lip to keep from grinning and he pulls her back only to suck that same bottom lip between his teeth and tug.

“You’re going to have to get used to it.” He means it, if he could he’d spend eternity watching her. With that thought in mind he picks her up and she wraps her legs around his waist with a sound of surprise.

“Jesus.” She gasps before grabbing his chin and kissing him again while letting him carry her through the apartment. When he tosses her on the bed she’s laughing, breathless and giddy and so aroused she’s lightheaded. As he watches her with pupils blown wide she unbuttons her jeans and he helps her to tug them off, leaving them in a pile on the floor. The low growl that leaves him when he sees the matching blue panties makes her clit throb and her thighs clenches together.

“Did you plan for this?” He grabs her ankle and pulls her to the edge of the bed, happy when her legs spread for him.

“I was hopeful.” She smirks and sits up to grab his tie, easily pulling on it until he’s leaning down and kissing her again.

He falls into the kiss easily as his hands move over unfamiliar curves. She’s warm and soft and everything he’d always imagined. His thumb moves over her bra-clad nipple and she arches into his touch, breaking their kiss and he takes advantage. He tastes the skin of her jaw, down her neck, licks over her fluttering pulse before digging his teeth into the soft skin, causing her to mewl.

“Are you marking me, Hotchner?” She cranes her neck to give him easier access to her skin and he greedily kisses down her shoulder until he reaches her collarbone.

“Maybe, are you telling me not to?” He lifts himself enough to look at her with an arched eyebrow.

“No, I’m not.”

It’s all he needs to hear before sucking a bruise into the skin just below her collarbone with a low growl. Once he reaches her chest, Emily helps him with the clasp and he throws the bra to join her pants on the floor.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He mutters before licking over one of her nipples and when she moans softly he takes it in his mouth and sucks. She moans something resembling his name and he tugs it between his teeth while pinching her other nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck!” She cries out at the sudden sting of his teeth and he switches to the other breast with a low chuckle. But she’s getting restless, her hips moving in search of friction, her hands starting to pull on his clothes. “You have too many clothes on.” She complains as he licks a stripe between the valley of her breasts only to place a chase, teasing kiss against her lips.

“I haven’t tasted all of you yet.” And with that he moves further down her body, lips and tongue tasting her skin as he does. It’s not until he’s kneeling on the floor between her legs that his lips disconnect from her body.

Her eyes are locked on his when he slowly drags her panties down her hips. She’s panting, her skin flushed and he can see her slick shining on her thighs, so wet, so fucking perfect. He kisses the inside of her knee, trails hot, open-mouthed kisses against her thigh until he’s just shy of where she wants him. Then he does the same to the other leg and she groans her impatience.

“Stop teasing me.” She whispers as she leans back on her elbows and he sucks another bruise into the skin of her thigh in return. But then he’s spreading her legs wider, large hands keeping her open for him and finally licking through her folds slowly. He does it three more times and she’s sure she’ll go insane if he doesn’t give her any relief. She’s just about to tell him as much before he’s suddenly licking her clit and then sucks it between his lips.

His lips feel scorching as he wraps them around her clit, earning a guttural moan from her as she falls back into the bed. He’s relentless, hands wrapped around her thighs to keep her from squirming. He moves away from her clit and fucks her with his tongue, pushing it inside of her. When he tastes her his groan is just as loud as hers and the vibrations from it causes her eyes to close in ecstasy.  

“Aaron, fuck you’re good at this.” She laughs breathlessly, one hand already twisting his sheets while the other is tugging at his hair. He doesn’t reply, but when she looks down to see dark eyes staring back at her she almost whines at the predatory look reflected back at her. 

Without warning he switches his tongue with two fingers, easily pushing them inside of her while going back to lick over her clit and she cries out, low and raspy and his hips buckle in search of friction. He’s so hard it hurts, his boxers stained from precum inside his slacks, but he barely feels it, his sole focus on Emily and how she’s responding to him. 

She’s sure she’s about to rip his hair out from her hold on it, and then he curls his fingers and her back arches. The pleasure is close to blinding, she’s already so close she could taste it and judging by the way Aaron flicks his tongue faster over her clit he knows it too. 

“If you stop I’ll kill you.” Her words pack little punch when she’s twisting and buckling and moaning from him, but they make him smirk against her clit before laying the flat of his tongue against it and pushing hard against the bundle of nerves. It has the desired effect and Emily cries out loudly. 

“You taste so good.” He mumbles lowly, replacing his tongue with his thumb for a moment. “I want you to say my name when you come, you’re going to fucking scream it.” 

She’s nodding before he’s even finished speaking, eyes half open and jaw slack and he almost couldn’t believe that he got to see her like this. His thumb swipes over her clit and then circles it and she buckles into his touch, a noise of frustration falling from her lips at the way he keeps her still. 

“Fuck please, I’m so close.” She gasps and he hums lowly and twists his fingers inside of her. 

“Come for me, scream for me.” He ducks his head and once again wraps his lips around her clit, sucking hard and not stopping. Emily’s body is twisting like a spring wire, endless moans and whimpers and mumbled words falling from her lips as she gets closer. 

“Don’t stop, fuck I’m gonna come, I- Aaron!” She screams as she comes, the pleasure of her release making her entire body tremble as she throws her head back. He doesn’t stop, continues to toy with her clit and pump his fingers inside of her until she’s twitching away with a breathless laugh. “Jesus Christ, that was so good.”

He lets her pull him back up to her and when she moans at the taste of herself on his lips, he pushes his tongue against hers roughly.

“I swear to God, if you don’t take your clothes off I will rip them off.” She warns against his lips and he laughs at her.

“No need to rip the Armani.” He gets back up and quickly rids himself of his shirt while Emily sits up on the bed to get his belt undone. She’s quick, and by the time his shirt has joined her clothes in the growing pile on the floor she’s pulling his slacks and boxers down his hips. The sudden warmth of her mouth around him forces a strained groan from him and he looks down to see brown eyes staring up at him as her lips strain around his shaft, his pants hallway down his legs.

“Fuck, Em.” He growls, his fingers intwining in her dark hair as she takes him down her throat. Her tongue feels wicked against the underside of him, her mouth hot and wet and again fucking perfect. He watches through blurry eyes as she bops her head, trying to take more of him, all of him, and then she swallows around him, her throat constricting deliciously around him and he just barely keeps from thrusting against her face.

It's too much and gingerly he pulls away from her, his hold on her hair tightening when she tries to follow him.

“If you keep that up, this is over before it fully begins.” He moves away enough to kick away his legs and boxers. “And I am fucking you tonight.” His hand wraps around her neck carefully and kisses her lips. She quickly falls back into the bed, dragging him with her and then she rolls on top of him, her thighs on either side of his hips.

“I’ve thought about this a million times.” She admits as her hips roll in his lap, letting her wetness coat his cock.

“What are you waiting for then?” His hands land on her waist, then moves to her hips where he grabs her tightly as she aligns him with her. He watches as she slowly lowers herself, watches as he disappears inside of her with a guttural groan until he’s fully inside of her and Emily is gasping and leaning forward with her hands on his chest.

“You’re so fucking big.” She breathes against his face as her hair curtains around them and his thumb rubs over her hipbone slowly.

“You can take it.” He lets her take a few moments to get used to the stretch and when she starts to move he hisses at the warm, tight pleasure she’s creating. “Just like that.” He swallows down her moan with a kiss before letting her sit up straighter. His eyes rake over her body, from her pink cheeks to her chest, down her stomach where he sees the muscles tense slightly as she moves above him, to where they connect, his cock shiny with her.

Emily keeps one hand on his chest, keeping him planted while the other move down to her clit where she rubs in circles. He’ll happily let her have her way with him for the time being, tries to commit everything to memory as she grinds and rocks her hips against his, chasing her pleasure.

“You feel so good.” She mumbles through heavy breaths, her nails are close to breaking the skin of his chest leaving her own marks on him and he throws his head back and revels at the sting. “I’m going to come again.”

“Already sweetheart?” He doesn’t even register the nickname that falls from his lips and when she only nods he plants his feet against the bed to fuck up into her. “You wanna come for me again?”

“Yes, god yes.” She whines, her fingers moving faster over her clit and her hips moving faster as the tension in her stomach builds.

“You’re mine, Emily, tell me you’re mine.” He lets go of her hip with one hand to hold her jaw, making her look at him. When her eyes meet his she gasps at the intense stare, the brown of his eyes dark enough to look black.

“I’m yours, fuck Aaron I’m yours.” She whispers and his hold moves from her jaw to rest around her neck, not hard, but enough pressure for her eyes to roll back in her head.

“That’s right, fucking mine.” He pushes up faster and harder against her as she starts to shake in his lap, her mouth falling open as she comes for a second time. She’s mumbling yours, Aaron, yours over and over as he fucks her through her pleasure, just barely able to keep his own release at bay at the feel of her clenching walls around his cock.

She’s limp when he rolls her onto her back, delirious and sated, eyes glazed over when he lays between her legs. He pushes back inside of her roughly and she whimpers lowly.

“One more.” He tells her as he starts to move, fucking her with long and heavy strokes.

“I can’t.” She gasps, the breathless sound changing to a lower moan when he lifts one of her legs to rest on his shoulder, fucking into her at a deeper angle.

“Yes you can.” He urges her between soft kisses along her neck, down until he can suck on a nipple for a moment, happy when she arches into his touch. “You got one more in you.”

She’s exhausted, her body sweaty and trembling but he’s somehow found that magic spot inside of her, and when her moans get louder he moves faster, pushing against it relentlessly. Before she knows it, the familiar tension is back, building slowly and her hips move up to meet his.

“There you go.” He rasps against her ear and she digs her short nails into his back in return. “Come with me Em, you feel so good clenching my cock.” His hips speed up, creating an obscene sound in between muffled moans and heavy breaths. When she starts to tense he groans against her shoulder, his own release only moments away.

“Aaron, oh my god, fuck, fuck fuck Aaron!” She cries out as she comes again, her voice deep and raspy and it’s the sound of his name that gets him to the edge.

He comes with a grunt, her name muffled into her skin as he bites down on her shoulder. His orgasm is intense, hot white pleasure rushing through every nerve ending as he keeps himself as deep inside of her as he can. Through the blood rushing through his ears he hears her gasp, whether it’s from the heat of him inside of her or the sting of his bite he’s not sure off.

Her hands are gentle as he comes down, fingers dragging up and down his sweaty back and her lips soft against his shoulder, up his neck until he lifts his head enough to stamp a kiss on her lips.

When he rolls off her, he’s quick to pull her into his arms and she rests her head on his chest. For a few moments it’s silent, but it’s not awkward or uncomfortable, as their breathing evens out and heartrate goes back to normal.

“So you made me jealous on purpose huh?” He teases gently and he feels her lips curl into a smile against his skin.

“I figured it was time.” She sighs as her fingers gently trail along the hair on his chest.

“You could have just asked me out.” He smirks when she lifts her head to look at him with an arched eyebrow.

“And where would the fun in that be?” She laughs when he pinches her side and moves to straddle him, unashamed in her nakedness. “The question is, where do we go from now?”

He already knows what he wants, but he’s still takes a moment to think about it. Being with Emily had always been a dream, something he didn’t think was possible. Until now.

“I want you, I think this could be something good.” He trails his hands up and down her thighs and when she smiles he releases a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.

“I think this could be something good too.”

[wumblewee]

SECRETS

(rafe x reader. one shot/potential series)

Content: rafexreader, secret relationship, teasing, jealousy, party, rafe being needy and annoying, reader is stubborn and pissed off!!! protective. fight between kooks and pogues. (p.s. i named her ava cause i had to use a name)

authors note: This is my first post and I was bored. If you like it, let me know. I might do more. Ignore any mistakes. This is not fully about Rafe and Ava but I got ahead of myself and started waffling so stick through it. And i know some of it is cringe but idc i wanted a badass character. Thanksss❤️❤️❤️

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Laying across the couch next to Kie, you’re waiting for a response from him. John B makes it clear that you and Kie should start getting ready soon for the party that’s happening later on the beach.

“Come on ladies, we won’t wait for you when we need to go.” he remarks. Rolling your eyes, you get up, leaving John B and Kie talking and make your way into the bedroom where JJ is napping in bed. Your makeup station is located in the corner on the dresser in which you quietly make your way over to.

Starting on your makeup, you go for a light look which you complete in 10 minutes. He still hasn’t answered. Last time you saw him, you ended up walking out because he was being a dick about your friends. He ‘apologised’ later on text but you decided to ignore him, until now when you realised he still had your favourite jumper which you left on accident last time you went to his house.

*Buzz* Finally, a notification pops up on your phone with a text message from a contact name R. You leave it for a few minutes before you respond. He’s still pissed and so are you.

——————————————————————-Walking through the crowd across the beach towards the drink stand, JJ, Pope, John B and Kie are all by your side. You love these kind of parties, especially when your best friends are there with you. You all normally get off your head and end up in the sea. This night should be no different. You needed it after the week you’ve had.

“Nah, Toppers face was too good. He was so pissed” JJ laughs as he talks.

“He won’t let that go J, he’s gonna try make your life hell” you respond and Kie agrees with you. She thinks he’s been irresponsible at the moment and she’s not happy with him. You’ve been in the middle of it all, trying not to side with anyone but you can’t help but find JJs antics funny.

“He can try his best but no one can take me down!!” JJ wraps his arm around your neck while laughing and you shove him playfully when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. A text saying “Where you at? Meet me behind the tree next to the bins” from Rafe. He’s so romantic, you think to yourself sarcastically.

“Guys I’m just going for a piss, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” you state as you make your way away from the group. They all respond with alrights and okays and you walk towards where Rafe wanted to meet you. Looking around, making sure no one sees where you go.

You get to where Rafe wanted to meet you and you can’t see him anywhere. He’s played you, you think. You’ll wait for a few minutes and if he doesn’t come, you’ll leave. With the drink in your hand, you start sipping it nervously, tapping your foot to the distant music. All of a sudden hands wrap around your eyes from behind you and you drop your drink across the ground, trying to get out of the grip.

“What the fuck!?” you panic and flip around until you realise who it is.

Rafe. Of course it is…

“Woah calm down. It’s only me.” he smirks. He goes in to kiss you but you move your face so he misses your lips and his lips land on your cheek.

“Don’t do that shit Rafe. You freaked me out. And now you owe me a drink” You roll your eyes and he laughs.

“Oh Im sorry Av. You know i’ll make it up to you.” He draws in closer and grabs ur hips and you let him. His touch was missed after days without it. You wrap your arms around his neck and play with the hair at the back of his head.

“I missed you.” He kisses you, and you let him. “You forgive me?” He kisses you again. He’s being so needy and soppy and you think it’s because he’s high. And he’s very high, you can tell.

“Sure. Just don’t be rude about my friends again, alright?” you go into kiss him and when he goes to meet you with his lips, you pull back, playing him about. He grips your hips tighter and pulls you in. You love stringing him along. He would do anything you told him to in this moment.

Kissing you again, he holds the kiss longer. You deepen the kiss and he slightly moans into it. One of his hands makes its way to the side of your face, holding you tight. He has this insane effect on you. It’s like you can’t shake him, no matter what you do.

Rafe backs you up into the tree and presses himself into you. You can feel him through his jeans and it makes you tug at his hair. You shouldn’t be doing this right now. You should be at the party with your friends. And if they found out, they would never forgive you. The risk of everyone finding out about your ‘relationship’ makes it more appealing to you.

As he’s tugging at your shorts, trying to unbuckle your belt, you have time to come to your senses. “We can’t. Not right now.” You push him off you gently. Your whole body wants and needs him right now but you can’t let him get off easy. He looks at you with wide eyes and swollen lips and it almost makes you cave but No, you will stick to your word.

“Seriously? You’re joking right?” he steps towards you again, “I need you baby, Please. You look so hot right now.” He goes to kiss you again and you accept it but stop it when he tries to deepen it.

“Nope. I need my jumper. That’s what i came here for.” your arms are wrapped around his neck and the space between his eyebrows has a small dent in it. Like he’s frowning. “Where is it?”

He points behind him towards the ground, and makes his way over to it to pick it up. As you go to reach for it in his hands, he moves it, smirking. His pupils are massive right now; whether that’s the coke or you, you don’t know.

“How bad do you want it Ava?” you cross your arms as he’s smiling to himself. God he makes you angry. “Come on, try get it.. I bet you can’t. He keeps moving it every time you try to grab it.

“Fuck off Rafe, just give it to me. Everyone is waiting for me and they are gonna start worrying.” you tell him. He just raises his eyebrows at you.

“Trust me, no one has even noticed you’ve been gone long. Everyone’s fucked up right now. You’re the least of their worries.” He wraps the jumper around his neck now and you just stand there with your arms crossed again. “I’m gonna hold onto this for now. I’ll give it to you another time.” He’s still smirking but it’s a different kind of smirk.

“Okay whatever, asshole. I thought you wanted to make it up to me after being a dick? Instead you continue being a dick.” You roll your eyes, having enough of his bullshit. You start to walk away and he follows behind you, wrapping his arm around your neck as you walk. You feel him lean into your side “How does it feel to not get what you want?” he whispers as he takes his arm back and walks towards his friends. What an ass, you think to yourself before spotting JJ with Kie on his back as he’s jumping up and down. You’re horny and annoyed. but that’s lowkey your fault, you think.

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You’re feeling very drunk AND high right now. Your body feels like it’s swaying back and fourth as you listen to Kie next to you. She’s talking to some random guy about plastic in the ocean. The guy is looking at the fire that a lot of you are sat around. He doesn’t look like he’s listening but Kie doesn’t care.

“Right Ava, You know what I mean?” Kie says and faces you. You nod and smile at her and then at the boy who has decided to get up and leave. “I think i got through to him. He was cute. I can’t remember his name though…” Kie laughs to herself and you join in. JJ and Pope are dancing around the fire and John B is god knows where. Probably talking to some girl.

Looking around to see where John B is, your eyes spot Rafe. His arm is wrapped around a girl and he’s laughing. Topper, Kelce and Sarah are surrounding them, laughing too. Your eyes seem to stay fixed on Rafe and this girl who you know is named Bella. Of course it’s fucking bella, you think. Bella , the girl who fucked you over so many times. And Rafe knew this. As you think this, his eyes catch yours and one side of his lip slightly raises into a smirk. All because you didn’t let him fuck you behind the goddamn tree. You then notice she’s wearing YOUR jumper. “Fuck you.” you mouth towards him and he wraps himself tighter around her, grabbing her face and kissing her. His eyes on you the whole time, not breaking contact.

You go to stand when Kie bumps you with her shoulder, “Hey, you good Av? You seem pissed.” Laughing it off, you reply “Shit, yeah, I’m all good. Sorry i’m pretty fucked right now..” JJ cuts in “I think WEEE are all fucked right now.” He dances towards you and Kie. You laugh at his niche comment and you stand to dance with him, pulling Kie up with you. You look towards Rafe again, and he is still looking at you. You join Pope who’s dancing with some other girls and boys. Who fucking cares about those fucking cunts, you think as you dance; referring to Rafe and Bella.

You hear John B shout and all of a sudden he joins the dancing. He puts his arms around you and another girl called Shayla. Putting the vape in his mouth, he moves towards Shayla, indicating he wants to blow it into her mouth. She nods and brings his face closer and the smoke goes from one to the other. They start making out beside you.

“Kelce is not gonna be happy with Johnny over here.” JJ whispers to you and you laugh. Everyone is still dancing. It feels like you’re in a fever dream right now and with your high hitting even more, you want to make a bad decision.

Tom Browne is friends with Rafe and he’s stood in-front of you, dancing and looking at you. Two can play that game, you think to yourself before heading towards him. He smiles at you and you respond by putting your hands around his neck. He grabs your hips and pulls you closer. Ew ew ew. You go along with it and lift your face slightly but instead of looking at Tom, you look over his shoulder at Rafe, who is staring straight at you. His eyebrows are furrowed and his lips tilted slightly down. He looks pissed. As you make eye contact with him, in your peripheral , you spot Kelce and Topper heading straight towards the group your in.

Shit…

Tom goes in to kiss you but you turn around and look at JJ and Kie, trying to get them to notice Kelce and Topper. When you get Kie to notice, she goes to drag John B away but it’s too late.

“What the fuck, man? Fuck you!” Kelce shoves John B who holds his hands up smiling. JJ then gets involved shoving Kelce back. Men are such children, you think. “Kissing is a two way street, my dude.” JJ laughs, “And johnny boy over here was only one side of it.”

At this point, all of Topper and Kelce’s friends had come over to see what was going on, including Rafe who kept flicking his eyes between you and the commotion.

Tom had moved by Kelces side at this point and you were now next to Kie. Your body feels like it’s floating and time is jumping, because all of a sudden Kelce is on top of John B, punching him in the face while JJ is trying to grab him off. Topper then gets involved by shoving JJ to the floor.

“Get off of them!?” Kie shouts beside you, moving towards it, dragging you with her. You both try to get them off.

As you try to get Topper off JJ, he swings round and hits you straight in the nose in the heat of the moment.

“Fucking shit.” You step back, grabbing your nose. Everyone gasps. Blood is soaking through you hands. This is so embarrassing, you think as your eyes dart around seeing peoples faces. Rafe is moving towards you and you can’t help but let him help when he comes over. He looks at you and his eyes go soft, he grabs your hands to move them and examines the damage, “Keep your hands on your nose, i’ll sort it.” Rafe says to you before turning.

“What the fuck, Topper!?!” He grabs him and chucks him to the ground. “Sort your fucking shit out, you fucking idiot!?” Rafe looks COKED up and very angry. Kelce is now stood up. JJ and John B are getting helped up by some people, including Kie. And they make their way towards you.

Rafe has now grabbed Topper by the shirt and won’t let go. Sarah tries to get him off but his eyes are locked in on Topper. “Come on, man, we were just messing around. Right JJ?” Topper says with sarcasm and an awkward laugh. He’s scared shitless. And your nose is still bleeding. Kie is grabbing tissue for you.

“Oh right, okay. So messing around is punching Ava in the face? You fucking cunt.” Rafe clenches his fists tighter around Toppers collar. “Hey, Hey, i didn’t know i did that,” Topper looks at you and smiles, “I’m so Sorry Ava, I don’t usually punch sluts in the face.”

The gun you and your friends found earlier that day is in your bag which is resting on the side of your hip. You didn’t trust JJ with it so everyone decided that you take it instead. You know you shouldn’t carry around a gun but you forgot to take it out but Oh well.

Before anyone has the time to process what Topper said, Rafe punches him straight in the face and Topper immediately falls to the ground. His nose is immediately bleeding. You walk towards Rafe and Topper, pulling the gun out your bag. You crouch down beside Topper as Rafe stands beside you. You put the gun to his temple, hoping he feels the cold against his skin.

“What did you just fucking say?” You ask quietly. Topper mumbles his words. Everyone around you is still. Some of the kooks though are heading quickly in the other direction, trying not to get caught in the action. Kie, JJ, Pope and John B are behind you, in shock. Kie is saying something but you can’t hear it. You’re too focused on the gun that’s touching Toppers temple.

“i-i didn’t me- mean it. Av- Ava i’m sorry. Just put the gu- gun down, alright?” the gun is moving slightly from Toppers shaking. You can feel Rafe move closer to you. “If you ever say shit like that to me again Topper, i’ll pull the trigger next time.” You take the gun away and stand up. Rafe pulls you back into him. Kie, JJ, Pope and John B make their ways towards you saying “What the fuck, Ava!?” and “No one was supposed to know we had that!?”

You turn to rafe who’s smirking slightly. He has a dangerous look in his eyes. He bends down to whisper in your ear. “Atta’girl.” before he walks away.

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ALRIGHT DONE END OF STORY. if u want more let me know even though this was a load of shit. i was bored but now reading it back i’m cringing. oh well. don’t be too mean about it (i know it was cliche and cringe but isn’t that the whole point)

[callitwh4ty0uwant]

Mary’s song ( oh my my my )

Pairing - JJ Maybank x fem! Reader

Summary; JJ and the reader’s relationship based on the song “Mary’s song (oh my my my)”

Warnings - smoking, kissing.

She said, I was seven and you were nine. I looked at you like the stars that shine in the sky, the pretty lights.

The sun had set, and the two kids sat side by side staring into the water as it glimmered against the moonlight, her head turned looking at the blonde-headed boy she called her best friend.

He shined, like the stars. She thought as she admired how pretty he was, although the two had no clue what the hell love was or hormones yet. She felt funny.

She wondered if he saw her like that, and if he felt funny whenever he looked at her. All she saw was stars when she looked into the blue eyed boy.

And our daddies used to joke about the two of us growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes and said oh my my my

Although her family were kooks they were the most loving people ever. Excepting her and her little friend JJ Maybank she had met at the park, and she beg beg and beg her parents to let her go to the same school as him.

One Friday evening after pre-school, the four sets of parents had invited the Maybanks round for a dinner, obviously Before everything had happened with JJ’s mom passing away and his father becoming an asshole.

The two of the kids had ran off somewhere, carrying on just like kids do, when the two dads had spoke up. “They’re gonna realise their love for each other I bet you!” Y/n’s father said “he’s the only one I’d accept and trust with my daughter” he smiled at the Maybank family. 

“Very funny” her mother laughed making the mom’s roll their eyes at the two dads “it’s true! The two of them will, I bet” Luke spoke agreeing with her dad making the women roll their eyes again laughing at the men.

“Not gonna lie, I kinda see it happening aswell” JJ’s mom turned to look at y/n’s mom as the dads were off in a separate conversation “don’t tell them, but same” the women laughed watching the kids from a distance.

Take me back to the house in the back yard tree. Said you beat me up you were bigger than me, you never did, take me back to when our world was one block wide. I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried. Just two kids you and I, oh my my my.

The house up in the tree that her dad had build, not too long ago for her 11th birthday was also a gift for JJ, since the two would spend most time up there, playing video games or just chilling whatever kids do.

The two were currently playing a video games nudging each other as they were completing with each other “I’ll beat you up!” He yelled a laugh coming along with the comment, “you wouldn’t dare!” She yelled back nudging him again. She was right he would never dare to touch his precious y/n y/l/n.

Now the two currently sat playing truth or dare after she bet him in the video game the two were playing “truth or dare, Jay” she said leaning on the bean bag “dare” he said copying her actions.

She sat in thought for a couple seconds as an idea had popped into her head “I dare you to kiss me!” She said before bolting out of the tree house, Him hot on her tail as he chased her around the yard laughing out loud when she almost tripped over her bike that way laying next to his.

Well, I was sixteen when suddenly I wasn’t that little girl you used to see. But your eyes still shined like pretty lights

No longer the little kids the two of them intended to be, at her sweet sixteenth birthday party, y/n and JJ had snuck away down to the beach to relive some old memories, it was dark as the two snuck down “crazy how we’re not kids anymore” she sadly smiled and sat down after placing a towel down to not ruin her dress.

“I know, least I got to spend the years with you huh” he said. Now, the two teenagers had turned into hormonal snot nosed teenagers, that smoked and drank against her parents wishes.

JJ had turned into, the islands heart throb, with girls. Y/n hated it, she hated all the attention he got, she missed when she was just hers and no one else’s.

As for y/n she had turned into a respectful young woman, but her and JJ were at different ends of the social spectrum but the still hung out when the could, obviously they had made more friends like now the two of them were Pogues, hung out with John B, pope, and kiara, ( who was another kook, like her ). Pope and kiara were the only ones who hung with her at school, but John B and JJ had their own friends.

But it was fine, she still loved JJ the same and maybe even more, and maybe just maybe he felt the same way about her.

“Remember that time you dared me to kiss you? And then you ran when I tried?” He said lighting the blunt that was already in his mouth “huh?” She raised her brows, of course she remembered, how could she forget? “We were playing truth or dare and you dared me to kiss you and then you like bolted away from me when I tried” he said handing her the blunt.

“Oh shit” she laughed “i do” she chuckled again leaning down on the towel “y’know” he paused taking the joint back “I would’ve done it if you would of let me” he copied her action leaning on of his side facing her “dude, we were what? Nine?” She shook her head “I’m surprised you even came tonight” she sighed

“What’d you mean” he said as the girl turned around on her side facing the boy “wouldn’t miss my favourite girls birthday over anything” he said reaching out and brushing a strand of hair that had fell out of place, behind her ear.

“Wanna play truth or dare?” He asked sitting up in a upright position “sure” she copied him “okay you go” she said “truth or dare birthday girl” the girl thought for a second before answering

“Dare” she sat back the boy copied her actions from when she was nine before he repeated her answer from that exact day.

“I dare you to… kiss Me” he trailed making the girls eyes go wild “what?” She chuckled awkwardly “I dare you to kiss me” he shrugged a smirk appearing on his face “if you insist” he smiled at her as he leaned forward puckering his lips up for her.

She took a breathy laughed before pressing her lips against his.

And our daddies used to joke about the two of us, they’d never believed we’d really fall in love, and our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes and said oh my my my

And yet they did bet on it, but they didn’t think it would become reality, as y/n told her father about her and JJ becoming a thing. Her dad had grinned high-fiving her mother with a grin making the woman roll her eyes.

JJ’s mother had passed, making it extra tough on JJ, but her family still accepted the boy, even though JJ’s father was now an asshole and bet the boy up repeatedly.

But y/n would welcome him with open arms and patch up back into one piece, and she was lucky enough to have parents that let boys sleep in her bedroom.

Take me back to the time, we had our very first fight slamming doors instead of kissing goodnight you stayed outside till the morning light.. oh my my my

No one ever expects it but it happens, some girl was flirting with JJ at a party while he was getting himself and y/n another drink, and yet he didn’t do anything it look like he was and y/n was mad.

“Why did you not just tell her to fuck off JJ!” She yelled as John B, Sarah, Kie and pope sat on the couch awkwardly glancing between the couple and themselves

“I don’t flirt with every girl I talk to y/n!” He yelled back “and she didn’t know I have a girlfriend!” He spat “you could’ve of told her, it’s so simple “oh by the way I have a girlfriend that I love so much and care deeply about” see that easy” she yelled

“She just wanted a drink y/n!” He explained angrily “yeah! Sure! That was totally the only thing on her mind when she was touching up all over you!” She yelled before slamming the door behind her after leaving the chateau.

It was around 4am when she heard light taps on her windows as she rolled her eyes knowing it was JJ, she turned her TV’s volume up ignoring the boy who just wanted her attention.

A few years had gone and come around we were sitting at our favourite spot in town, and you looked at me got down on one knee.

The beach was always pretty during sunset, the couple were now both 23 and had moved out of outer banks, only back to visit her parents for a couple days during the summer.

The girl had been caught up in the pretty sunset as they were sitting on one of the fold up chairs her parents had in the garage, she hadn’t noticed JJ looking at her with such love and affection in his eyes, but she had noticed the strange feeling that someone was stairing at her burning holes into the side of her face.

“What..?” She said a smile appearing on her face as she turned around to look at her boyfriend “nothing” he said getting up from the seat and bending down on one knee “y/l/n” he paused “I’ have loved you ever since I met you. And I’m extremely lucky to have such an amazing, gorgeous and incredible girl in my life.. so will you marry me?” He said tears prickling in her eyes as he spoke.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She smiled as she stood up as he copied her actions engulfing her in a hug and placing a light kiss on her lips.

Take me back to the time, when I walked down the aisle, the whole time came and my mama cried you said I do and I did too

The time had come for the couple to get married, the long white dress trailed behind her as she slowly walked down the aisle after Kiara and Sarah. Everyone’s eyes on her as she made her way towards JJ, his eyes glassy as she stood across from the boy.

The vows, came and this was it “do you.. JJ Maybank take thee y/n y/l/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?” He said as JJ nodded “I do” he said wiping a quick tear away “and do you y/n y/l/n take thee JJ Maybank to be your lawfully wedded husband?” a smile appeared on her face “I do” she smiled as the family and friends cheered a smile appearing on her face as JJ left the room with her bridal style.

I’ll be eighty seven; you’ll be eighty nine I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky.. oh my my my

[intothewoods98]

About Rudy x Madison DRAMA!

Okay, it's 2024, and the truth needs to be told: Rudy Pankow is totally UNPROFESSIONAL!

I honestly don't know what the HELL happened between him, Madison and the girlfriends, but the truth is that ever since he and Madison had this friendship breakup, his behavior has become pathetic when it comes to Outer Banks.

Rudy seems to be staying on the show because he's being forced to play JJ, he's distanced himself a lot from the rest of the cast, not to mention his lack of desire to act close to Madison. I don't know how the producers of the show and Netflix haven't already had a little talk with him about this pathetic behavior.

He RUINS the vibe behind the scenes of Outer Banks.

And just when everyone was starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel regarding his ability to work with Madison without involving their personal lives, Rudy goes there and posts (again) praising his girlfriend as if the fans of the show had some obligation to idolize Elaine too.

Honey, YOU ARE THE ACTOR. YOU ARE THE FAMOUS ONE, not your unemployed girlfriend who keeps following you everywhere.

I DO NOT AGREE with personal attacks on Elaine on her and Rudy's social media, but absolutely NOBODY was doing that now, and once again he had to make his statements in public, turning the release of the new season of Outer Banks into being about people who don't flatter his girlfriend.

When will he understand that no one is obligated to like his girlfriend? No one was attacking her, and he keeps freaking out on his stories as a way of “defending” Elaine.

The funny thing is that Chase and Madelyn are an ex-couple in real life, and you don't see Chase's current girlfriend “suffering” attacks, or Chase having a freak out on his Instagram stories to defend her.

Do you want to know why? It's because Chase's girlfriend is NOT involved in his work, she RESPECTS his work, KNOWS HER place, and on top of that, she is a person loved by EVERYONE in the cast, unlike Elaine who distanced herself from the cast and consequently distanced Rudy.

Just grow up, Rudy. She's your girlfriend, not your Siamese twin. You weren't born attached to her. You don't share your internal organs with Elaine. It's a shame to see someone with so much talent sink like this. And remember yourself: stop playing the victim card, it’s exausting.

[just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms]

Title: Atta Girl

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word count: 1,330

Warnings: dirty talk, no actual smut but a definite lead up

A/N: I’ve never written Hotch before, so please be kind. I apologize for no editing, the idea came to me and I immediately wrote it on my phone lmao Enjoy! Feedback appreciated!!

Tagging @ssahotstuff and @hotchscvm because I recently discovered you guys and love your fics (hope it’s okay I tagged you!)

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Pulling into the motel parking lot the team exited their SUV’s, grabbing their bags and slowly walking towards the rooms. Each of you were at the brink of near collapse from exhaustion, so everyone agreed to whatever lodging was closest.

“Alright, get some sleep. We regroup around 8am.” Hotchner looked over his shoulder.

“Come on Hotch,” Morgan groaned. “Give us a break, man.”

Hotch stopped and took in the teams exhausted faces. “Okay, I’ll give you a break. 8:15am be ready.”

“Such generosity,” Emily laughed.

“Reid, Morgan, Dave, you’re all in room 7. Emily, JJ, Garcia, you’re all in room 8. Y/N,” he turned to you. “You’re with me. Each of the rooms can only sleep 3 with someone taking the couch.”

“Fine.” You didn’t argue and walked past him. “But if you snore I’m sleeping in the car.”

Walking into the room you both gave each other an exasperated look. The beds were tiny. There was a table and chair in the corner that looked like it would collapse any second. And neither of you wanted to be there, but also didn’t have the energy to verbally protest.

“I’m going to feel huge in this bed.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words. “What?”

“Um, in a different context that was kinda dirty.” You started to laugh again and Hotch ran his hands over his face.

“Must everything be dirty?”

“When it’s going to be funny, yeah.” You gave him a quick smirk and turned back to your bag. But it’s also a good option when you want to get a topic going.”

Hotch paused, staring down at his own bag. “Which one is it?”

You paused. “Right now? Funny.” You paused again. “But that’s just right now.”

Hotch let your words sink in and before he could respond you were the first to speak.

“Shower?” Hotch turned at your words. “Do you need it right now because I’m gross as hell.”

“Oh, no, all yours.” Hotch turned back to his bags to unpack his things.

You got the shower running and were halfway through shampooing when you heard a knock. “Y/N? I…”

“Yes?”

“I really, really need to pee. I’m sorry.” You could tell the mortification on his part through the door.

“You’re fine! Come in. I grew up with one bathroom so I’m used to it.”

As the door opened Hotch tried to keep his composure. “I am sorry.” You could tell he was hesitating.

“Um, you do remember I was a nurse for 5 years right? This is nothing.” Your words helped him relax.

While you finished rinsing your hair you were extremely aware of the fact that only a thin curtain stood between the two of you. You were completely exposed, and in a way so was he.

You could hear him wash his hands and leave the room. Quickly finishing you toweled off, threw your hair in a second towel, and wrapped yourself tightly making sure it wouldn’t fall. Grabbing the door handle you opened the door. “Bathrooms free.”

Hotch grabbed his things and walked over. As you moved to leave, he was coming through the doorway. Your chest brushed against his and your towel started to slip. As your hand flew to grab the towel, Hotch stared down at you, focusing on your face.

“That’s the second time you’ve been ‘inappropriate’ tonight.” Hotch’s eyes never left yours. “I’m starting to think you were trying to start a conversation earlier.”

Unsure of how to respond you moved through the doorway and turned to him. “Glad you’re finally catching on,” you smirked and walked away. Hotch took a deep breath and closed the door.

You grabbed a tank top and underwear and right as you covered yourself you heard the door open. “Can I come out? I forgot something.”

“Yeah no problem.” You answered not really realizing the level of undressed you were.

When Hotch turned the corner, he stopped mid-step, completely caught off guard. You didn’t even realize it until you felt his eyes on you.

“Oh, shit. Sorry. It’s how I slee-“ but you couldn’t finish your sentence. Standing there in nothing but a towel you took in his body. His large frame, his arms and shoulders, chest and torso.

“You good?” Hotch smirked, taking a few steps towards you.

“Um, respectfully,” you paused. “No way I could have guessed you looked….well this good under your suit.” Each of you let your words hang in the air. Hotch slowly started walking towards you.

“What caught your eye first?”

“I think…your biceps.” Your mind raced to give a reason. “You could really throw a girl around.”

In one motion Hotch crossed to you, grabbed your arms, circled them around his neck, and grabbed both your legs at your thigh to wrap around his waist. You buried your face in the base of his neck as you tightened your grip around his waist. Without a word he walked you to a wall and as soon as your back hit, he pulled his head back as you let yours rest against the wall. His eyes studied your face. Pupils dilated, lips parted, cheeks flushed, and chest rapidly rising and falling.

“You’re right. I can throw a girl around.”

“Show me.” You challenged.

Hotch smirked. “First I gotta make sure you’ll be worth it.”

It was your turn to smile. “Oh I promise…I will be.”

“I knew you would.”

Finally breaking the tension you pulled his lips to yours. You held the kiss, neither of you moving for several seconds. When the kiss finally broke, you each pulled back and smiled.

“Fucking hell Y/N.”

Hotch pressed his lips back to yours and this time the kiss was deeper. Your tongues slowly met and you tangled your fingers into his hair as your grip tightened on the top of his back. He dug his nails lightly, but firmly into your thigh with one hand and brought the other to tangle in your hair at the base of your head.

You needed him to know you were all in, but also you weren’t going to let him run the show. At least not right away. Getting a good grip on his hair you pulled his head back. You dragged your tongue up the side of his neck before resting your lips right next to his ear.

“You take on too much, and are in control too often. Let me show you what a good girl like me can do to you.”

Hotch’s breath caught in his throat before he let out a soft, low laugh that made his chest rumble. It was his turn to fist and pull your hair, exposing your neck to drag his tongue across your pulse point. His lips rested at the base of your ear and he paused to collect himself.

“You will be my good girl…however,” his hand let go of your hair and moved in one smooth motion to lightly grip your throat, “you will also be my dirty little slut, just for me, and show me every trick you have. I will take control when you edge me to the point I have no choice but to stop you so that after I make you cum again,” his grip tightened around your throat, “and again,” his grip tightened more, “and again, I will force you to the point you are literally begging for me to rail you until you nearly black out you cum so hard on my cock.” His hand let go and went back to grab your thigh. “Understand?”

Your head was spinning. Your pussy was tingling. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to kiss him or drop to your knees right then.

“I understand completely…sir.”

“Atta girl.”

He let you down slowly to your feet. His towel falling away as you slid down his body.

“Now,” he took a step back. “Show me how my perfect good girl will be my dirty little slut.”

[w2soneshots]

Accident -KSI

words: 0.7k+

warnings: angst, skiing accident, hospitals, recovery.

summary: when abroad skiing for a sidemen video you have an accident and everyone’s worried about you.

notes: I love this request and I feel like JJ is such a cutie so he would definitely react like this💞. I hope you enjoy my loves!!😊🫶🏼

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y/username: how it started vs how it's going😭

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ksi: ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

freyanightingale: my poor girl🥺

y/nfanpage21: omfg what happened? Are you ok?

user31083649: isn't she filming for a sidemen vid?

-> user29736105: yea. I'm not sure if they'll post it now tho🤷‍♂️

"Shit! Babe, are you okay?!" JJ shouted, racing over to me. I could barely hear him. My ears were ringing and my head hurt. "y/n? y/n can you hear me? Answer me!" He scrambled as I began to come back into consciousness. "I'm ok." I croaked. My voice coming out much more quiet than I thought it would. "Fucking hell! You scared the shit out of me." I tried to sit up, a sharp pain spread through my leg. I hissed. JJ started to panic for a second time. "Don't move! What is it? Your leg?" I nodded. "Ok I'm gonna call an ambulance."

It felt a little bit like a blur after that. I was rushed to the nearby hospital where they completely checked me over. Almost an hour after we arrived the doctor came back with the results of their tests. "So, you have a concussion which is most likely from the impact of the fall and is the reason you blacked out. Your leg is severely bruised since that was what you landed on but nothing is broken. You are very lucky." She explained sweetly. A weight lifted from my shoulders. JJ let out a relived breath. "Thank you." I smiled. "You'll need to rest and take it easy for the next few weeks but you should be just fine."

We flew home the next day and I was treated like a complete princess. JJ cancelled everything in order to take care of me. I slept, watched reality tv, cuddled with our little dog and ate the food JJ brought to me, which mostly consisted of uber eats since I'm usually the cook. Yinka (JJ's mum) came round to bring me some home cooked food and to make sure that I was okay, which was really sweet. I got many texts from all of my friends along with the boys who were really concerned when they saw I'd had an accident.

I wasn't initially supposed to be going on the trip but Vik became Ill so they asked if I could step in last minute, since every time I go on there channel the video does really well. I agreed and we left for the airport the next day.

I spent the first day on the bad team with Simon and Harry which they both felt bad about but I'm really close with Simon since I've known him for so many years so I wasn't that bothered. I had to spend the night in a tiny room with them, me on the top bunk. Then JJ and Harry swapped so I ended up remaining on the bad team with Simon and JJ, I wasn't really mad though because I can't ski and I'd rather have the funny experience with JJ.

Then only one hour in I lost control and practically rolled off of a small snowy cliff. I landed in the snow after only falling about three metres but I was going full speed, doing something I wasn't familiar with. They asked if I wanted the video to be cancelled and I told them that was ridiculous. I fell on the last day and wasn't injured that badly plus the whole thing was caught on camera so it was great content.

"I'm seriously so glad you're ok. I was really worried for a second." JJ said quietly as he gently ran his hand through my hair. I yawned as we were about to go to sleep. "Could you imagine if I had died? I can see the headlines now, 'KSI's girlfriend dies while filming sidemen Sunday'" I played it out with my hands. He chuckled. "I love you. Good night." He kissed my forehead. I nuzzled closer into his shoulder. "I love you too." I whispered as I drifted off to sleep.

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y/username: thank you for your lovely messages but I'm ok, just realised I'm shit at skiing😘

-comments-

miniminter: committed to the content

-> y/username: a little too committed😂

taliamar: side note: you look stunning!

y/nfanpage21: I'm glad she's alive x

user71209374: the puppy🥹💕

[ssaalexblake]

the thing about cm is that the writers have always been totally upfront about there never being an inter-team romance played out on the show, that's not what it's about and that was the score and remains it. What Other show that's been on air as long hasn't had a will they/won't they? lasting for like 8 years before they finally do it? Or had a pair have a very ill advised affair? or any number of other combos.

CM is different to that by design, not by accident.

(that they had luke and garcia flirt all the time with nothing to show for it, and then when they thought they'd been cancelled they had them agree to a date in the last 5 minutes of the show is Telling. That they tanked it in the very next episode 2 years later that they never thought would exist is More telling.)

teasing moments between characters is not promising you that they're gonna suddenly have an ooc gay affair, and while i'm going to assume what's happening here is that they've not mentioned the No Romance rule for a while not realising that their audience is not all the same one they Used to have back on CBS, they really have made the score clear multiple times in the past.

If you're waiting for JJ to divorce herself from her own personality and suddenly decide to have a steamy gay affair with Emily you're going to be waiting a Long Time. And this is Really obvious and doesn't really even need stating, to be frank.

I've seen some Wild shit coming from the fandom, like somebody saying with their whole chest that the only reason jj ended up with will was because of aj's pregnancy (that part is true) but devolved into 'what universe are You from' territory when they claimed that otherwise they were going to do a shippy story with jj and emily. And even Aside from the whole No Team Romance rule, you are Aware this was in like 2007 right??? I know you're all young and all but in 2007 every gay thing in a tv show was a Groundbreaking Moment in television history still. Stuff you slam for being tame representation that's not good enough for you was ground-breaking rep in the mid 2010's!! This was 2007. CM barely acknowledged that gay people existed for an entire 15 seasons.

That their first episode on paramount made one of the leads queer is actually kind of funny in that regard, and Incredibly telling in general. It was Never the writers who were against that (in fact, a number of them in the cbs years were gay themselves) but got forbidden to go there by the network.

For the record, other topics that were considered unpalatable by the network and not to be used in stories very often were things like cannibalism and a variety of other disturbing things you can do to people. So gayness was ranked with them. Charming. (there used to be webchats with writers after episodes aired, and you learnt some Shit in those, let me tell you).

Anyway, i digress, they're not going to go there and have been honest about it. Whatever ship 'there' is is sitting somewhere at Snowball's chance in hell, and while i'd sell maybe a rib for tara and emily to be canon, i'm more than aware it'd be a waste of a rib. At Most i think maybe they'll do another 11th hour thing with luke and garcia when they eventually get cancelled again.

Because the same show runner is still in place. There's not been a change of management. Maybe If they'd got a new person in, but they haven't.

[h3r-h3arts-with-obx]

hey yall js thought id share my opinion on the obx drama with rudy, madison, mariah, n others.

also feel free to repost/like/comment if u agree. i wanna try to stop all the bullying going around. spread love n joy bbys.

(please don’t hate on anything!! js my opinion.)

rudy + madison falling out - i love both of these guys rly much. they were so cute as best friends, always taking photos n vids, being goofy, lowkey friendship goals. im sad that they potentially had a falling out bc of some heated dinner with their gfs. ended up with rudy n elaine unfollowing mariah (elaine unfollowed madison too) n mariah n madison unfollowing elaine (mariah unfollowed rudy) but madison n rudy stayed following one another. I’ve heard things like rudy was getting bullied by madison, but haven’t seen proof. ive seen vids of them kinda waking away from each other tho. idek if this is true, the whole falling out thing, but i think rudison shippers had a part in it. the constant shipping of the actors, the pestering and picking at the gfs. it’s to much. if yall supported them, then u should let them love who they love. fans r supposed to support their celebs. but throughout this, ive seen so much bullying n criticizing n name calling n its terrible. it’s also hella rude. like the nerve to message rudy in insta n halo abt his playlists n say ur having fun? like fuck u. that’s not funny, ur not cool. fuck off. also like get over the fact that rudy n madison didn’t happen n wont happen. theyre happy with who theyre with n yall should support if ur true fans.

jjs death - ive heard plenty of stuff saying that bc of all the drama, rudy wanted to leave. we all saw he wasn’t in a lot of interviews, bts, n less posting. i mean, it makes sense but theres js stuff kinda missing. he did kinda seem uncomfy in so situations, like a couple of interviews. ive also heard that elaine made him leave cuz she’s jealous of his chem with madison. im noting seeing it tho. i believe that she supports his work on obx, so i dont think she would go for that.

rudy + madelyns falling out - so umm i didn’t actually see this one coming, but like hit happened. they seemed fine on set n bts. but like during elaines bday, rudy flew down a girl (who a lot of people were saying she was maddies best friend) and maddie got pissed or smt n unfollowed both rudy + elaine + the girl who rudy flew down for elaine. (think her name was kate??) then she posted on insta like a meme of a lil girl staring at a burning house. Idrk what was going on there.

bullying rudy - so there’s always someone bullying this guy. like leave the man alone, he’s a human being with fucking feelings. ive heard from trusted sources that he’s been called fat, bald n ugly. LIKE STAFU. hes js a boy in the film industry doing his job. leave. him. alone. some girl js recently messaged rudy on insta, berating his playlists, n since then, he turned them private. she had the fucking audacity to say “don’t hate me im having fun” bitch u js made all of us lose his fire playlists. he’s actually got a good taste, kinda similar to mine. like look how this is turning out?? yall making it worse.

rudy unfollowing madison + madelyn - as much as im sad and hate that an era is ending here, if these two were giving him hell, good for him to cut of the bindings. i do hope they fix everything in another life or even here

(sry this was so long! ill probs add over time or smt.) overall, i think we should all try n bring more awareness of this. the more we bully, berate, criticize n pestering rudy n others, everything could get better. thx for listening to my yap session.😭😭😭

[nolanhollogay]

hickey ] a kiss that's supposed to leave a mark on the partner's skin

shenanigans time!!!

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"What the hell is that?" Pope exclaimed as Edgar walked over to the group, JJ trailing behind him.

"What's what?" he asked.

Pope waved him off, pointing to JJ. "Not you. Him. There's a massive hickey on his neck!"

John B gasped, his head flying up so quickly that his sunglasses fell out of his head and onto the bridge of his nose. He pushed them back to the crown of his head as he got to his feet. Not even bothering to acknowledge Edgar, he grabbed JJ's jaw, tilting his head to stare intensely at his neck.

"What is this, young man?" he asked, poking the mark with his finger.

JJ slapped his hands away. "Well, old timer, the kids these days call 'em hickeys."

The mark was about the size of a nickel, a splotch of redpurple skin. It was noticeable, sure, but definitely not the spectacle they were making it out to be.

Kie stood beside Pope, arms crossed over her chest. "We know he's a slut. I don't understand what the big deal is."

Edgar nodded. "I don't agree with the first part 'cause that ain't nice, but, yeah, I ain't sure what all the hollerin's about."

That was the only reason he'd left the stupid mark in the first place. Cause he was kissdrunk, loopy with affection and buzzing with desire, and JJ told him that "they wouldn't ask any questions cause they thought he was a slut anyways."

Nova shoved John B out of the way to poke the mark as well, stabbing it with her long acrylic nail.

JJ jumped away from her. "Fuck, Nova! Ow!"

"Don't be a baby!" she said, rolling her eyes. She turned to Kie, a familiar unimpressed look on her face. "He may be a whore, but he's usually classy about it. He doesn't usually let girls mark him up."

John B pressed a hand to his heart, wiping away a fake tear. "Oh, JJ, is she special? Your one true love?"

"Y'know," Pope said, with his thinking face on, "He has been very secretive lately. Sneaking around a lot."

"Oh my God," Kie exclaimed, "JJ, do you have a secret girlfriend? What girl could possibly be stupid enough to date you?"

JJ sent her a sarcastic smile.

"That would make sense.." Pope said. His thoughtful expression was making Edgar nervous. If he thought about it for long enough, connected some dots, their cover would be blown.

"Can we talk 'bout somethin' else?" he asked, putting on his poutiest face, "You're all makin' me uncomfortable. Offending my delicate sensibilities 'n all."

Nova rolled her eyes. "You literally made out with Beau underneath the bleachers. You're not some saint."

"No, but I am named after one," he said, sending her a smile. JJ laughed even though it wasn't that funny. "And I never claimed to be. But I'd rather cut the conversation at the roots before we start talkin' 'bout JJ's intimate life 'n things go cattywampus."

"You just made that word up!" John B said at the same time Kie gagged at the idea of JJ's sex life.

Without much fanfare, they all started towards the Chateau, leaving JJ and Edgar straggling behind.

JJ threw an arm over his shoulders. "You're so fucking smart, doing your whole Southern gentleman thing."

"Someone had to stop it before Pope started to make some realizations."

JJ snorted before sliding his hand down his back to reach his hip. He gave it a squeeze, fingertips digging into the matching hickey he'd given Edgar the night before. Thankfully, that one would stay their little secret.

Without another word, he walked ahead of him and inside the Chateau.

[adamt101904]

Episode 4

The next afternoon Sebastian called the number on the card.

"Hello, VonFranken talent how may I help you."

"Yes hello my name is Sebastian and I need to speak to Mr. VonFranken please."

Sebastian waited on hold listening to heavy metal elevator music.

"Hello you got Viktor" said the voice on the phone in a heavy German accent

"Yes sir my name is Sebastian and with the band The Black Plague "

"I heard you guys burned it down at the Rocktober show last night"

"Yes sir thank you" Sebastian continued " A friend gave us your card and said we should call."

"Yes and I am glad you did" said Viktor. "We should get together and discuss some business."

"Ok sir, when should we come out to your office."

"Well you could definitely do that or you could just ring me up"

Sebastian looked out his window and saw a Lamborghini parked in the street in front of his place. How the hell did you know where to find them.

"Well you letting me up or not" said Viktor

Sebastian rung the man into the loft. The elevator opened up revealing a tall man with dark tied back in a ponytail dressed in a black suit carrying a brief case.

"Can I come in?" asked the man

"Yeah of course come in" said Sebastian

"Hello everyone my name is Viktor VonFranken and I am going to make you rich and famous. I want to sign you guys right now, got the contracts ready if you are."

"Man you don't fuck around do you Vik" said Dimitri

"No sense in it, I know what I want and I go for it" said Viktor.

"So what's the verdict you in or not"

The band looked at each other and made their decision.

"Yeah, were in" said Sebastian

"Outstanding" Viktor reached into his briefcase and brought out two sets of contracts. "This is your standard talent contract, sign here at the bottom."

The six put there signatures on the paperwork.

"Next is your standard 6 album deal contract" said Viktor. "Sign at the bottom."

"Six album deal!" yelled JJ and Tabitha together

"Yes that is right. Six albums with Cataclysm Records, the hottest metal label on the planet." said Viktor "So, we gonna sign or what guys"

The six friends signed the contract. The band couldn't believe it. Everything the rock demon had told them was coming true. Last night changed their lives forever.

"By the way, I talked to Johnny Rock, you guys are opening on the main stage at Rockfest." Viktor said" Your welcome" he closed the elevator door and took off.

Several days later Viktor called Sebastian and told him to be in Pittsburgh in three days to start recording their first album. They loaded up in the van, equipment in the trailer and headed out to Pittsburgh.

Three days later they showed up at Cataclysm Records. Viktor met them there and got them all set up. After four long weeks of rockin and rollin the album was done. The band celebrated by going too the Crypt, the hottest metal club in the east.

Beers and shots were downed, the girls danced their asses off. They had a hell of a time.

The next afternoon they went to see Viktor at his office.

"We have some important things to do today." he told everyone.

"First we need to agree on the cover art for your album."

"How do we do that" asked Dimitri

"Well I had the art department do some mockups for you all to check out."

Viktor had his assistant set up the six options on the room for them to see. JJ was the first one to speak up.

"I like number four." The others shook their heads in agreement.

Number four looked like an old movie poster with the bands name at the top, the album name at the bottom and an animated picture of the band in the middle.

"Ok, number four it is, you guys will still have to do a photoshoot for the inside art." said Viktor.

"Now, let's talk about your names" said Viktor " We need to come up with your stage names"

"What is the matter with our names" asked Marky

"Nothing per say they just don't fit your rock personas" said Viktor

"What names fit our persona's then" asked Tabitha

"Funny you should ask" Viktor said as he started handing out papers to everyone

"What is this" asked Sebastian

"This my friend is a list of potential names for you to choose from."

"Really" said Tabitha "Mummina"

"I think these all suck" said Dimitri

"Well I am open to suggestions everyone." said Viktor

"I like Stein" said Simon

"There we go someone is embracing the process"

"What's a Morgot?" asked Marky

"Morgot is the name of the demon of sound, I thought it was fitting."

"Sold" said Marky.

"Alright wolf, what did you have in mind" asked Viktor

"Well I am a wolf, and my name is Dimitri, how bout Wolfie D, the party animal"

"I love it, Wolfie D" said Viktor "Now ladies what are we thinking"

"Who is Isis? asked Tabitha.

"Isis is an ancient Egyptian goddess."

"Oh, a goddess you say, that would work"

"Isis it is, JJ your next girlfriend."

"I am thinking maybe something that starts with 'z', you know for zombie."

"Why not just Z, you can spell it Zee" said Simon.

"That sounds cool actually" JJ said.

"Your last but never least Sebastian, which one is the new you.?"

"I don't like any of them, they all sound super generic and just no" he said

"Come on Sebastian, at least try one" said Viktor

"I'm going to have to think about it"

"Ok, well we have one more piece of business to discuss before we call it a day." said Viktor " Sebastian, we need to address your look."

"What's a matter with my look, what about everyone else's look. " Sebastian protested

"See that is part of the problem, everyone else has a look, you do not. But not to fear we got your back."

Several of Viktor's assistants came into the room with a black robe and three boxes. Sebastian was concerned. There robe was on a mannequin, and so far so good.

"What do you think Sebastian?"

"That's it, not bad I'll wear that no problem."

"Excellent, wait to you see it all together you'll love it."

"Wait, what, the rest of it?"

"You are going to love it" said Viktor

Sebastian's eyes grew wider with every passing second. The before him was a long black robe with huge spikes shoulder pads and wings.

"What the hell is that" said Sebastian

"That's what is going to get you noticed on stage my boy" said Viktor "You are the front man, you need to stand out."

"Come Sebastian it's not that bad" said JJ

"Yeah it's like Type O Negative and Gwar had a love child" laughed Dimitri

"Ugh" said Sebastian "Ok look, I'll wear the outfit on one condition, my name stays the same."

"Deal" said Viktor

"Hear is your final gift Sebastian"

One of the assistants placed a case across Sebastian's legs. He was nervous, what could possibly be in there. He slowly unlocked the case and began to open it. Inside wasn't what he was expecting.

"A sword" Sebastian said excitedly

"Actually it's your new microphone, checkout the handle" said Viktor

Built into the handle of the sword was a wireless microphone.

"Awesome" said Sebastian

Viktor looked at everyone else

"There's new toys for all of you downstairs"

They were ready to burn down the Rockfest.

[septicwriters]

Hey, it's been a while! (Please ignore how I abandoned you) So! I hear that vampire Jackie is all the rage right now. I'm in!

The night grew with each second, rain drops dribbling off corners to show the passed storm. Civilians walked along without the worry of something watching them. A doctor dug in her bag, looking for her car keys when it was stolen from her. A man in all black ran past her down the alley.

"Hey!" She chased after him with her taser, but as she turned down the corner, she stopped. Her assailant was on the ground with a man shrouded in the shadows behind him.

"Hello? Who's there?" From the hidden shadows came Jackieboy Man's smiling face.

"Here, you should be careful, the low life are in high tide at this time of the night." She released a sigh of relief, taking her bag from the hero.

"Thank you." She smiled and took off, leaving Jackie with the trash.

"You're lucky I have a moral compass, or you'd end up in the morgue instead of jail." Jackie grunted, lifting the attacker with ease. Jackie was actually starving, but his heroic code helped him to a strict diet of only what he needed. And right now, he didn't need anything.

Jackie turned a corner and found the ground lined with crucifixes, making him raise a brow. He smirked, dropping the man and cuffing him to a pipe. He put his hands on his hips with an amused smirk.

"Ha ha, very funny. Who are you supposed to be? Van Helsing?" Anti glitched in front of him, twirling his knife.

"S̷eein̡g͘ a͏s Hęl͢s̶ing ́wou̷ld t̨r͡y ̧t͞o kil̸l ̢us b̕o̸t̶h̡ t̕o̸ ̷wo͏rk u̢p̀ a̴n ͠ap̡p̷et̡i̵te, no, I ̧a̢m ̨n͞o̸t." Jackie snorted, crossing his arms.

"What'cha up to, Anti? What's with the church service?" Anti stopped twirling his knife as Jackie stepped over the array of crosses. He turned to him with a shrug.

"I was curious." Jackie scoffed in amusement.

"Curious? Of what? If I turned to dust in front of an over exaggerated T? Screaming, 'oh! What a world!'" Anti raised a brow.

"T̴h͟at͡ w̕as̶ ̛tḩe̶ ͡wįcke̴d ̕w͢i͞t̢ch.̨." Jackie shrugged.

"So?" Anti rolled his eyes before standing up straight.

"M̀a͟ŕvin̨'̴s͞ ́worr̴i̸e͠d̀."

"So what else is new?" Anti sighed as Jackie stretched.

"L͞i͝ste͏n͠, may̡be if́ yo̧u ca͞me̷ h̸ome̴ e̶ver͟y once҉ ͟in ̶a͜ w͜hi҉l̴é,̛ it̨ ̴wo̷u̢l҉d̢ ̸m̡ak̵e ̀h̡i͜m ͡l̛ess wo͢r҉rie͏d͏. H͏e'̡s̴ ҉d͏r͏iv͝in͜g m̧e n͟u͝t͝s̴." Jackei gave Anti the side eye, a hint of red piercing his blue eyes.

"What happened the last time I was home, Anti?" The last time Jackie stayed at the Septic house was relatively close to when he turned. He broke into Schneep's lab and stole all of his blood samples, not exactly his best moment. Scared the shit out of Chase and gave JJ a heart attack. Marvin did his best to protect him, but in a moment of desperation, he jumped out the window. Anti crossed his arms.

"Li͠s̢t̸en̨, ͜i̡f t̷ha͝t̸'s ̴th͜e͢ wor̵st̡ t̛h͟at҉ happe҉n͟ed͠, ̛I ̛t҉hin҉k̢ ͠w͠e'͞r̷ę ͞i͡n ̶th͠e ͢c̵l̀e͘a҉r.͏ ̢N̢e͠w̵b̡o̸rn͏ va͠mp͟s͡ ͘àr̷e s͢t̕ár̷ving̶,̕ you cou̢l̴d h̵av͜e̡ ̵a̕ttac͢ke̵d ͟u̢s͏."

"Yeah, but if I walked through that door, I'd have garlic and stakes waved in my face. Two things, by the way, that are absolute bullshit." Anti rolled his eyes, he could have told him that. Jackie sighed as his petty thief stirred.

"Lo͝o͡k͏, ̷all I͝'̨m saýi͢ņg̶ i͢s-" They both stopped as the thief gasped, a syringe sticking out his neck as he died. Anti took it out and examined it.

"We bett̀e҉r ͢m̸óve."

"Agreed." More landed at Jackie's feet before they started running. Jackie snorted as more lined the building next to them.

"Well, one things for sure, they're a shitty shot!" Anti twirled himself around before pinpointing the shooter. With a smirk, he tossed his knife, ceasing the fire. Jackie whistled.

"Nice one. What the hell was that about? Are vampire hunters not what they're cracked up to be?"

"Actually, he's just the decoy, he did an excellent job." Jackie and Anti turned to see a man in a black coat and a cane before them. Anti's knife glitched back into his possession as Jackie frowned.

"Who are you? And what do you want?" The man looked up to them with a soft smile.

"Lucky us, two vampires for the price of one."

"Wrong ̡s҉pec҉ie̢s҉,̸ ́bu͘dd̵y.͡ ̀Ho̵w͢ ab̵ơut͢ a n͘am͢e҉ ̶to ̸pu͢t͞ ͢o̷n ͘yo̡ưr tǫmb̵st́o͢n̵e." The man sighed, pulling his arms out of his sleeves.

"Very well, I suppose a name is good enough for your last wish. The name is Lincoln, Jeremiah Lincoln, at your service." Anti groaned, running a hand down his face.

"No̵t̨ ̀y͜o̷u c̵lo̵wn̨s̀!" Jackie raised a brow.

"You know him?"

"We͘l͡l, ͘I̷ ͠k̵new͡ the͟ p͏èrs͡on̢ ͡t͏hat st̀a̕r͏t͜éd t̛he ͢w̧hole̛ bu͡si͝ne̷ss. A͢br҉a̸ham,͜ ̶w̷h̶at͢ ͞a͢ wa͟cko." Jackie stopped.

"Abrham Lincoln is a vampire hunter? Wait! You knew Abraham Lincoln?" Anti rolled his eyes, turning to the side, completely ignoring the hunter.

"Jack̕i͡e̡,͝ ́ýou͜ s̕h͞oul҉d͘ kno͜w͘ ̶by ͟ǹo̷w͘ ͠tha̡t I ̀k̵n͝ow ̛ev̕ér͠yone ͡wh͝e͠n̨ ͠ìt co͝m̷es͟ to ̛t̶al̸ĺ ͘dark͘ ́and su͘p͟ernatu̷r͏al."

"Yeah, but Lincoln? That giant was a vampire hunter? How did that start?" Anti sighed, cracking his neck.

"Tha̵t͝ ́is ̧a͟ ̢long̕ ͜st͜ory-"

"Enough! Yes, my grandfather was Abraham Lincoln, yes, he hunted you, can we just get on with it!" Jackie jumped, his attention was back on the hunter. Jackie chuckled a little.

"Sorry, you may contiue." The hunter sighed.

"Thank you. Now, do you want to go out the easy of the hard way?" Jackie and Anti exchanged glances before smirking.

"Hate to break it to you, but we never do things the easy way." Anti was behind Jeremiah in seconds, a knife steady on his jugular. Jackie kept a steady eye all around, he knew there were more, he could smell them.

"You got him?" Anti gave him a glare, if looks could kill. Jackie took that as his que before jumping up on top of the buildings, finding three more hunters. He sighed, crossing his arms.

"So, you three gonna give me trouble?" They turned to him with machetes, guns, and wierd gizmos and gadgets. Jackie shook his head.

"Guess so."

Anti Revelled in the fear radiating off the hunter. He couldn't help his sadistic smile. The wait to kill was intoxicating. Jeremiah attempted to get comfortable in Antis hold, which only got him a small knick.

"You say you're not a vampire. If that is true, and you are not, what are you?" Anti chuckled, hearing his blood pump faster and faster.

"L͘e͡t͏'̀s͝ ju̵st͘ ͠sa͝ỳ Í'͡m ̷á h͟ȩl҉l ̡ǫf͏ a lo̷t̨ o͟l͘ḑer ̀t̕ha̷n̛ ̕any͜ bát."

"I see, then why help him? Why not assig us?" Antj kicked the back of his knew so he fell, Anti's grip on his hair being the only thing keeping him up.

"Y͟ou ̡listen͞ a̕nd́ y҉ou͞ ̕l̨i͠s̷t̵e҉ń goo̧d̵. ͏I̶ am ͏going͡ to̕ ̛ki͝ll ̕t́he̕ h̛e̵ro!̀ I̴t ̨is͜ mý rig҉ht͡!͢ Y̧o̸u ar̀e ́jus͝t͟ ͞iǹ ̢t̶he͝ ͞way̴ way." Jeremiah grunted as the cut deepened on his neck.

"I understand. Well then, I apologize for getting in the way of your duty, but you are in the way of mine." Anti watched as Jackie plummeted to the earth curling in on himself in agony.

"Oh, that doesn't look good. What did you hit him with?" Anti looked up to see two men on the roof.

"Mock 4, sir." Anti watched as Jackie's nails dug into the cement. Scratching deep lines into the stone.

"Oh yes, that is serious. If you let me go, I can cure him and you can kill him on your own terms. Unless you-" his sentence was cute short by Anti back handing with his knife wielding hand.

"Y͏o̶ų b͢a̶s̀ta͟r͠d̨s!" Anti ran up the side of the building to see the men with their arms. One lay unconscious, Anti payed that one no mind, regardless, no one would be leaving here alive.

One raised his gun and fired, Anti immediately ran around the syringe and chop of his arm. He screamed as blood covered the ground and Anti. The glitch couldn't help but cackle at the sight.

"Ḿuśi̡c͘ t͢o̕ ͟m̢y ̢ear̶s̨!" Anti slid his foot to turn and attack the other in time for him tk raise his machete and guard. Anti laugjednim enjoyment.

"L͟oo͡k ̛a̢t̶ th҉at! ͢Th̢is ̛one ha̷s ą b̛i̧ţ of ҉b͢a̵ck̢ ̢bo̕n͢e͠!" Anti swashbuckling him for some time, drawing out the kill. He wanted to have a bit of fun with this one, and who was he to deny himself such pleasure?

Jeremiah rose from the ground, feeling dizzy and ill. His hand reached his face and found blood all across it. He sneered at the injury, spitting the few droplets that fell in his mouth. He grabbed his cain and walked to Jackie, watching for movement.

Jackie's eyes opened but it was Jackie in that moment. He sat up, eyeing the man before him, a pulsing red coloring his eyes. No, this wasn't Jackie, before Jeremiah was a starving vampire.

"Oh good, you're still alive. That makes this interesting." Jackie ignored his words. What the vampire hunters didn't count on was that Jackie's super healing abilities tied with his vampiric abilities allowed him to filter out the poison, which took a lot of energy. And with that energy, came a clawing hunger that caused Jackie to pounce on his attacker and feed.

The screams from below sent Anti jumping down wards, having killed all three accessories of Jeremiah. Once he landed, he stayed deathly still as he watched Jackie pin the struggling hunter and drain him of his life.

"Help! Help me!" He begged out for Anti who just watched. He took considerate steps around Jackie to get a good look. He stopped, taking in Jackie's appearance in fascination. Piercing red eyes, blood dripping off his jaw, sharp teeth embedded in the man's flesh. It truly was a terrifying sight to behold.

Jeremiah's struggles ended way before Jackie dropped him. Panting, he looked to Anti he glitched his knife to his hand. Not sure if the hero was back or not considering his eyes were still as red as the blood he was covered in.

"Do̧n҉'͢t p̡ick ̷t͏hi҉s̕ ҉f̶i̶ǵh͟t, Jackie̕." Anti warned, more than willing to end Jackie's life right here and now. The hero scoffed, wiping his mouth and jaw.

"Calm down, I'm good. You're not on the menu." Anti relaxed a little as Jackie blinked and the red vanished, shoving his knife in his pocket. Jackie looked down at Jeremiah, pale and cold. He refused to look Anti in the eye.

"Tell Marv not to worry, I'm fine. You should also tell him I don't eat fresh." Anti scoffed, gesturing to the corpse at the heros feet.

"Ye̕ąh,͞ ͜súŕe." Jackie shook his head, finally giving Anti eye contact.

"He was my first." Anti nodded before sighing.

"Fine, I'll tell him. But when you are down with your hang ups, come home. I'm getting sick of this!" Jackie smirked, blood staining his mouth.

"Thanks Anti." Anti grumbled about not being a messenger before leaving, his last sight was Jackie staring down at Jeremiah with regret.

How'd I do?

[brucewaynehater101]

I'm not a huge fan of Red Hood!Tim, though it is in character for him to steal other people's mantles (as RH!Tim would be stealing Joker's).

I prefer him to be a JJ villain/anti-hero. That, or Ra's being the one to "fake" Tim's death (Tim dies, but Ra's revives him while telling the Bats he stayed dead or whatever).

I do agree that giving him beef with Jason seems weird as hell. Also, why give him the exact same storyline as canon Jason?

It would be way more funny if Jason is the one to have beef with Tim. Whatever iteration of Tim there is, it'd be hilarious if Robin!Jason [though through a different moniker since this is Reverse Robins] kept trying to mess with Tim's operations. Just Tim, trying to mind his own business (kind of) in his villain arc as a kid hunts him down and curses at him.

The best part is that no matter how scary Tim's persona is, he actively will protect kids. So, when Jason goes to bother Tim again, Tim can't retaliate. Jason and Tim both know this.

This is pre-reveal too. Jason doesn't know it's Tim. Yet, there is this dumbass villain that can't resist helping people and keeps committing crimes. Jason's sure he can take down this guy by himself and does so with extreme prejudice

I think I finally realized why I don’t like a lot of the Reverse Robins “Tim becomes the Red Hood and attacks Jason” storylines… because at least when Jason was Red Hood, he was also under the impression Tim was a rich snobby brat who had everything handed to him on a silver platter, including yet another extremely rich, loving family, regardless of how accurate those ideas were.

But when Tim’s Red Hood he’s really just punching down at a poor kid Bruce took in. Tim as Robin AT LEAST had his home to go back to, where he had all of his basic needs taken care of, while Jason would either end up back on the street or in the foster system.

So honestly, “Red Hood Tim” to me just comes across as a real spoiled brat. I want to see more original ideas on how he does things! (Like one where he hacked into Arkham and went out of his way to start killing rogues which?? jason get your ass in gear and do that in canon u wuss)

Anyways, alternative thoughts welcome!!

Also at some point I should continue working on a Reverse Robins fic where Tim got taken by the Court of Owls and experimented on & he stole Dickie from there too… we’ll see