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fandom-blackhole · 3 years

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Sinful Sunday

AN: just a quick note saying sorry this is later than usual, and that i wrote all of these after getting pissed off at my internet lmao. But seriously it took me an hour to write and format the ship I answered because of my internet being shit. I am going to get back to answering ships later, I just got frustrated, sorry...

Sinful Sunday Masterlist

Pairings: Subby!Din Djarin x Reader, Boba Fett x Reader

Din Djarin x Reader

We got some sexy sub Din thots this week babes....

So for this thot I don't really have much other than the act itself. So imagine sitting propped up against the headboard of a bed completely naked with Din sitting across from you fully clothed sand armor, and erection straining and tenting the front of his flight suit. The 'game' is that while you touch yourself, however you want, and Din has to watch the entire time only allowed to touch himself over his clothes and he's not able to cum. If he does cum before your finished he doesn't get to touch you, but if he doesn't cum then he gets to have his way with you anyway he would like. You start slow with your touches, making sure that he has a clear view of everything you are doing. Teasing your nipples until the are hard and gasping out slightly. Slowly trailing your hand down your stomach, loving how Din's helmet is following its slow movements. When you push a single finger inside of you, thats when you hear Din give a slight groan, as he can see just how wet you were. Then you added a second finger before you start pushing them in and out of slowly, making sure to take your time, wanting to draw this out as much as possible. Then you move your slick fingers to circle around you clit as you throw your head back and moan out Din's name. You keep the slow circling, teasing yourself as Din watches keeping your lips parted so Din could watch as your walls clenched around nothing. Then you heard leather pressing against fabric and when you look up, eyes halflidded from pleasure, and you 'meet' Din's eyes as he watches your face you grown and buck into your finger tips as your finger brushes over your swollen clit. Then you hear his whispering as his hand rubs and squeezes himself over his pants, "ple-ease, fuck, fuuuck sweet gi-irl, please please pleasepleaseplease...." Watching his hand you can't help but to speed up your movements whimpering and moaning. As you got closer and closer to your peak you started talking, no filter, just whatever came to mind, "Din, oh fuck, Din, you want to fuck me? Yeah baby, you want to pound this wet pussy? All wet and tight for you? Oh fuuckkk, Din, oh maker, it feels so good.....but not as good as you, your fingers, your cock, fuck your mouth.....oh kriff, I am gonna cum, oh maker im gonna-" And as you cum your eyes roll back as your body tenses and you moan out Din's name. By the time you come too, still breathing heavily, you just find Din staring at your hand that is still buried between your folds, his shoulders slumped, and his hand clutching a much less pronounced tent in his pants that now had a sizable wet spot. When Din finally lifts his head to look you in the eye, you just give him a fake pout and tell him, "Oh, baby, I wanted you to fuck me senseless, but I guess thats not happening now. Come on let's go get cleaned up so we can go to bed."

Boba Fett x Reader

Soooo this is a combined THOT from @fuckyeahbeskar and I, though most credit goes to her. But we were talking about how sexy Boba and Paz's bellies were and while I was just thinking about leaving kisses and hickies all over them, Kate had the glorious idea of riding their bellies and I havent stopped thinking about it since, especially for Boba...

So I imagine it all starts with the two of you kissing and slowly getting more and more passionate as the two of you undress eachother. Once you're both naked you pull back to just take in the sexy beauty that is Boba Fett when the idea pops into your mind as you glanced at his big belly. Well your gaze must have lingered there long enough for Boba to notice, because the next thing you knew Boba was lifting your chin up with a finger and asking, "What is it princess? What is that little mind of yours thinking?" Biting your lip you tried to turn away from his gaze but he holds your face there and pulls the lip from your teeth saying, "I asked you a question princess, and don't make me repeat it." So you just nod shyly and whisper, "I want.....I want to, um, can I... can I ride your belly?" Boba pauses for a second and takes in your face before saying, "Is that what you want princess? Do you want to make a mess all over my stomach?" Your eyes dilated when he says it, and you let out a breathless, yes. Then before you know it Boba is laying falt on his back and is holding the backs of your thighs as you are straddling his lower stomach. Shyly you rub yourself slowly against him for a few seconds, before your clit catches over one of his bigger scars and you moan out a broken "Boba." Immediately you feel his finger tips dig into your thighs, as he started to guide your movements more watching as your moaned and whimpered while leaving wet trails all over his stomach. You could feel yourself slowly working higher and higher, but with each pass that you didn't reach your peak, Boba seemed to get more impatient. Then suddenly before you could even gasp, Boba bucked you up high enough to slide between your legs and by the time you hips came down they made contact with his mouth, where he wasted no time in grabbing your hips and latching his mouth onto your clit. It took no time at all for you to be screaming Boba's name as he thrust his tongue in and out of you and rubbed your clit with his nose as you came hard all over his face. You fell to the side with a groan when his licks and and sucking became to much. After you caught your breath, Boba turned his head to look at you before he said, "Princess, look at the mess you made, Come clean it up so I can fuck you senseless like I have been planning all day."

#din djarin x reader #din x reader #boba fett x reader #boba x reader

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bangchanswolfpelt · 2 years

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invading ur ask box without regard for ANYONES safety :) its thinkin about maknaes hours and i WILL share with you my pain.

bts jungkook being my first ever bias... he will always be my specialest boy (even if im now yoogi biased im sorry kookie i still love u) and lately he's been going insane i don't know what happened he has piercings?? and his hair??? catch me simping over bunny boy any day

svt dino lowkey murdering me more every second?????? his fear solo dance and the dino danceologies did me in.... sir ur talent.... also his little :] smile...... the fond exasperation he expresses around his hyungs...... *clears throat* gaydies and lentilmen..... him.

skz i.n is like. not even real to me. when did he get muscles?????????????? he's simultaneously unfairly hot and unfairly adorable (and actually the breaking point for me and the reason i decided to write this rant to u lmao <33) mr. yang jeongin u r in the middle of a very scary song (stream maniac) and u have the nerve to SMILE CUTELY at me. the NERVE. i am still in shock. not even going to talk about cheese bc i might go feral

tbz kim sunwoo. i have spoken on this man AT LENGTH. i don't think i can even express the way that he makes me feel. ultimate bf material i take absolutely no criticism. (also eric is my adorable baby who has the unfortunate (for me!!!) talent of nailing every single sexy dance in existence: see the kpop random dance video)

atz jongho i have nothing but platonic feels towards but he can also break apples with his bare hands whilst hitting notes multiple octaves than i, an afab woman, can sing so. we stan.

there are more but i will leave you to your peace. (for now).

xoxo honey anon 🍯 <3333

(ps i sent u the second svt dynamics ask a little while ago- let me know if tumblr ate it so i can resend :D but otherwise take your time!)

hello hi, literally NO ONE belongs in my ask box more than you honey, even if i am GARBAGE at clearing it out—i will endeavor to make this a better home for you, i promise :']

also you are here with MAKNAES my most unfortunate weakness

first off—JEON JUNGKOOK. i thought we were good, i thought we were safe when we hopped on the BTS train at the start of quarantine? i didn't feel weird about how young he was, but i also just wasn't that interested—he was the big buff bratty baby whom i was immensely fond of and not at all interested in fucking!! and then—"MY TIME" HAPPENED??? i spent the entire lead up to the online concert ready for him to decimate me with something SAD, but then he was HOT(and sad)????? i'm p sure i still have like 2k of messy fucking sitting in scrivener that i wrote in a horny fugue state trying to cope with the sudden revelation 💀

don't even get me started about his piercings!! he got that eyebrow piercing just as i was considering getting one, then he did the exact same thing to me with the lip piercing??? i'm so mad at him always, but also so incredibly fucking soft, he's My Baby (exasperated, horny)

hahaha, christ, aND DINO—back when i was first getting into Seventeen and i swore '97 was my line in the sand, i said that looking at Dino felt like looking down the barrel of Chekhov's gun. i don't know when act 2 hit, but we sure as fuck are in it now!! it is so easy to get lost in the crowd when you have twelve big brothers, but he is so begrudgingly fond, and also just constantly working his ass off and you can tell and i love him for it🥺

(not to mention that the drive to prove himself has to mean some wild s—*gunshots*)

Jeongin!! ahahaha, every time i am reminded he has biceps i want to expire. i am not surprised he was your breaking point, i decimated a whole discord thread with pictures of his hands and took like thirty points of psychic backsplash damage in the process. he's so carelessly hot and goofy and cute and a little sadistic and deranged, it simply is not fair!!

he also very often gives me a similar vibe to Dino?? in that being The Baby is something that he's not particularly suited for and maybe even occasionally grates on him, but also calculating and spoiled along the same vein as JK, where he's totally willing to lean into it for whatever advantages/leeway it gets him. Maknae On Top, bitches 🥲

Sunwoo~~ do not get me started~~~ about garbage boy pretty boy awful insufferable slut of a boy Kim Sunwoo~~~~~

i'm ninety-nine point nine percent sure that boy isn't my bias, but sometimes i look at the album on my phone dedicated exclusively to pictures of him eating and i'm not so sure. you say ultimate boyfriend material, i say ultimate nightmare material, and i don't think those are necessarily contradictory statements. @tmrwxtg dropped his cover of 100 Degrees on me forever ago, and there might be a summer heat wave au simmering in my drafts because of it 😓🥵💀

and Eric. oh god. Eric. i have said unholy, criminal things about Eric in the shadowy corners of discord and i will leave it at that. i've done away with MOST of my shame, but the things Eric makes me think... that boy ain't fuckin safe around me. 👿

oh man, Jongho. i have paid so little attention to him, it is criminal. i am with you on the platonic adoration train—he is such a sweet little bear, i just wanna ruffle his hair like he is my Actual Little Brother even if i would probably have to climb a ladder to do so. he seems so reliable, too—i would trust him to crack my neck with those apple-destroying hands🐻

and i got the second part of svt dynamics, it's going up soon!! you really are such a treasure😭🥺🥰

#honey anon 🍯#mail corner 📬#bts🐋#skz🔪#tbz🧂#atz🏴‍☠️#we are clearing out the inbox #little by little #i promise

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notmanagingmymischief · 3 years

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forgive me for most of the rambles in this but I just loved it so much , words weren't really coming out properly <3

Your sister had been the first to figure it out.

Of course she did. Elizabeth is a genius

It was like a magnet, like a ship being pulled into shore through icy waves. She was the sand, and you wanted no more than for the waves and wind to bring you crashing into her bay.

AAAA THIS METAPHOR IS SO GOOD WTF AND YOU WROTE IT SO WELL!!!!

(a family which she apparently has a history of being entangled with, according to your newly introduced undead relative).

Yeah fuck off barnabas

As the teen held out a hefty bottle of fake blood, claiming that she needed the $25 item in the name of science...and spooky things, you heard a well-known voice behind you. "Surely you don't need a gallon of blood, Carolyn."

Mmmmmm i would argue that she does, angie. Let the girl live a little

"Why didn't you tell me your girlfriend's that hot?" You slapped your hand over your mouth, cheeks flaming instantly as you choked on air. Carolyn gave you a clueless look, glancing between a flustered you and a smirking Angie, before finally realizing her mistake and breathing "Ohhhh," and mumbling a quiet apology.

BWHAHAHAH YES CAROLYN

THIS IS PERFECT OMG I LOVE IT

MADE ME LAUGH OUT LOUD AT 3AM

In a small voice, you hissed "Bit too late for sorry, sweetie," opening your eyes just enough to glare at her.

Hahahahahhahaha!!!

Angie sidled up behind you, one hand resting lightly on your hip as she stared down at Carolyn with a challenging smirk. [...] Angie, who pressed just that much closer to you to murmur "Girlfriend, hmm?" into your ear. It made you shiver and you choked "I-I don't know where she got that from. I've never called you that." Angie hummed. "What a shame.

Angie omg

You're gonna give everyone a heart attack, woman

Also: of couuurrrsssseee you've never called her that, y/n ;)

y/n: she probably doesn’t even like me back!

Angie: what a shame you’ve never called me your girlfriend before

She was so photogenic is was insane

Its legitimately not fair

Fake blood, spider webs, bandages, scar wax, liquid latex, and some fangs. "That should be all," you mumbled, before looking back at Angelique, who watched you with a bemused smile.

Cuties!!!

"I'll help, I've nothing better to do on a weekend anyway."

You sure you don’t just wanna spend time with y/n, angelique??? Hmm??

"But I can't choose. Plus, David only likes this one," she held up her third bag, "But I like this one, and you said that you like this other one."

oKAY BUT CAROLYN IS SO NICE AND CONSIDERATE IN THIS FIC AND IT JUST MELTS MY HEART AAAAAAA

Carolyn grumbled, clearly mocking you though you pretended not to notice (something your sister would not have had the mercy to do) as you headed towards the register to check out and go.

Lmao elizabeth

I love her so much

With that Angie gave you one last once-over, smirked, and began walking away with no more than a husky "See you around, sweetheart."

I always forget how gravely ava’s voice is in this movie and whenever i remember it just knocks the breath out of my lungs

You do such a good job of describing this in every angie story you write! I find it hard sometimes to find other words than “said” and “exclaimed” and “inquired” to describe how a character speaks, but your way of writing that is so diverse and I love it!!

"Aunt y/n! Aunt y/n!" You cringed at your nephew's volume, his voice carrying through the huge rooms of your home. Quickly you called back "I'm in here David!" and a few moments later a little blur appeared and tackled you. With an oomph, you let him hold you around the waist with a chuckle, ruffling his hair when he pulled back.

DAVID IS SO ADORABLE I CAN’T EVEN OMG

"It's candy! From Miss Angie, is what Auntie Liz said."

“Miss Angie” omg this is so awesome

I love david so damn much and he never gets the credit he deserves

But you gave him that <3 thank you

Though, this was made clear once you reached the top landing of the elegant staircase leading to the first floor. Your footsteps must have given your presence away, or something, and soon the two women who stood in the foyer talking turned to look at you.

I find this moment so funny because I can so clearly picture angie and elizabeth turning to face y/n

Like, she’s walking down the hallway, gets to the top of the staircase, the voices halt and liz & angie slowly turn to stare at y/n, who has a piece of candy in her mouth and is just like “........hi?”

ITS SO GOOD

"Who've you got there sis?" The matriarch rolled her eyes dramatically and dragged "You know who it is y/n, you have eyes."

Elizabeth is so done all the time and its fucking hilarious

Also: great use of the word matriarch!

Still, you insisted, and ripped the bag open, carefully removing a single worm from it's containment, coated in sour sugar crystals that made your mouth water just thinking about. You held it between your pointer finger and thumb, and presented it temptingly to Angie with a playful look. The woman's eyes fell from your eyes to the offering, the back to your eyes. Her mouth twitched into a sly smile. She leaned down, maintaining eye contact, and caught the candy between her teeth, removing it from your grip easily before pulling it into her mouth completely with a pleased hum. You stared at her dumbly, lips parting and cheeks heating up under her intense stare and smug smile. The trance was broken all at once when Liz scoffed in disgust, mumbling "Jesus, get a room you two." It made you blush harder as you stammered her name in embarrassment, though Angelique only chuckled and brushed the interaction off again.

THIS WHOLE PARAGRAPH IS SO AMAZING

I LOVE IT SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCHHHHHH

y/n and angie are just perfect

I actually had a sour gummy candy this morning (not a worm, but still) and I thought about this while I ate it lmao

And elizabeth’s reaction at the end is pure comedy gold omg

I laughed out loud

She looks back nervously, laughing anxiously and mumbling an apology.

Julia, baby, are you okay???

She's quite pretty, to be honest, but not quite your type. Though you had a feeling you weren't hers either, if the way she looked at Elizabeth was anything to go by. You could understand the desire to be with someone older than you though, and she seemed nice enough to be with Liz, so you didn't mention it except in passing or as a teasing remark at the dinner table said solely to rile things up a bit when conversations got dull.

1) yeeeeessss elizabeth and julia!! Lesbian icons tbh

2) i like that you added how considerate y/n is of julia’s crush. It’s a very sweet sentiment <3

But, figuring you had better things to do than psychoanalyze the psychiatrist, you shrugged and casually said "Whatever you say. My sister is probably still with Angie in the foyer, you could probably catch her if you hurry."

Hahahhahahahaha!!!

Yes y/n!! Set them up lol

"Look, the point is, Angie doesn't feel the same way, she's just messing with me. She does this to everyone!" "Uh, she doesn't do it to me!" You glared up into Carolyn's room, muttering "You're not helping Carolyn."

Lmao carolyn

Well, she didn't force you to confess. But she did convince you to help her and Angie setup the Halloween party they'd planned, which was almost, but not quite, as bad.

YYYAAAYYY

It was like Angelique was in every corner, every room, so that wherever you went she'd always be there to entrap you again in her sticky web of playful seduction. And the best part yet, was that she probably didn't even know that it was seduction.

Ive said it before and i will say it again…. YOUR DESCRIPTIONS ARE FUCKING AMAZING AAAAA

I’d argue that angie absolutely knows what she’s doing

Before you could stop yourself, you breathed "Holy shit dude."

LMAO

"Impressed, are you?"

Yes, yes i am

You nodded, finally looking back at the blonde in wonder. "How did you...what are...what???" You couldn't settle on one question and it made Angie laugh loudly, enjoying your flustered state immensely, but still said "What? You mean your family hasn't told you all about the big bad witch in town?"

They’re so cute together it hurts

“Big bad witch in town” oh angie :)

"Oh shut up. There's no way you're that old anyway." you stated, crossing your arms. Angie mirrored your pose and cocked a perfect brow, smirking slightly as she muttered "Actually, I'm older. Somewhere around two centuries or so, give or take." You stared back, shocked and in disbelief, yet the genuine look in Angie's eyes had you actually believing her. "Damn. You're old as hell.”

This part was sO GOOD!!!!

“You’re old as hell” y/n omg lmao

I love how angie just casually tells y/n that she’s two centuries old. I love her (and this) so much!!!

Once you had learned of Angie's confirmed witchy powers, she hadn't been nearly as shy with using them. Along with helping lift heavy things and make bowls stir themselves, she had apparently also spelled the masks so that others (herself included) would not be able to recognize the owner's face, as well as their voice.

Angie’s powers are SO COOL

And that spell is a genius move!

"Yeah! I've gotta thank Carolyn for convincing me to buy that fake blood."

A whole gallon of it, too lol

"Go and have fun, make friends. God knows you need them."

Damn elizabeth

Curious, you did so, and allowed yourself to be led away until you arrived at the balcony, which was empty.

OOOOOO

And things get even more interesting!!

The woman pulled you outside and to the edge of the platform before letting you go to lean on the railing. You did the same, standing beside her and looking up at the spattering of stars that lit up the dark sky. Cool air chilled your skin and a gentle breeze ruffled your hair.

This is such a good image!! I love it!!!!!

"You remind me of someone I know," she said, and you looked over towards the woman, mumbling "So do you."

I WONDER WHO

Though your exchanged words were short, the silence between wasn't uncomfortable, and you subconsciously slid a bit closer to the other woman, seeking out her body heat as the wind grew slightly stronger. She noticed, finally turning her face towards you completely with a playful look. "Cold?" she asked, and you shrugged, mumbling "A little bit. You're warm though." She laughed airily, once again rolling her eyes.

AAAAWWWWWWW THEY’RE SO ADORABLEEEEE

It took you a bit by surprise though when she turned her entire body to face you and carefully pulled you away from the railing, now pressed carefully against her body. She was a bit taller than you, forcing you to tilt your chin up to look at her properly, aided by one of her hands raising to gently hold your chin between soft fingers. You stared up at her with anticipation, though what you were waiting for you were unsure. She stared back, eyes searching yours as she whispered "You're quite beautiful, you know." It made you blush brightly, automatically looking away, but a gentle tap on your cheek brought your eyes back to hers, now twinkling with an unfamiliar emotion. Absently, you breathed "Not compared to you," and the woman's smile turned teasing when she replied "Surely not." You didn't consciously notice the way she leaned down towards you, nor the fact that her lips now hovered just inches from yours, until her gaze dropped to them and you finally registered just how close the two of you were.

THIS PARAGRAPH IS PERFECT WTF

I LOVE IT SO MUCH

"Please." It was all the encouragement the woman needed, and a moment later her lips were on yours.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SKDBJSBCKAJNCOAISOCDFEKSDUIVB I LOVE THEM

In the back of your mind, the thought of Angie flashed through your memory, but just as quick you figured that it didn't really matter; you'd never have a chance with her, and this woman was giving you a chance, one that you'd gladly take. Perhaps she could keep Angie out of your head, something that she was doing quite well.

Oh, y/n…… sweet, clueless y/n

Lol

The way she kissed you felt like heaven, it felt like a promise. Of what, you didn't know, but what you did know was that it felt right,and that's all that mattered.

What can i say, i love your writing so much

These two sentences are so damn beautiful <3

And when you parted ways with one last kiss, it was bittersweet, but something deep inside of you knew that, somehow, you'd meet again.

YES YOU WILL

Again: YOUR DESCRIPTIONS/USE OF WORDS/DETAILS/EVERYTHING ARE JUST BEYOND BEAUTIFUL

Liz shook her head, amused, and David exclaimed "Yeah!!" You knew David had gone to bed pretty early, but apparently he'd been allowed to have fun for a few hours, and his excitement made you laugh, gently pushing his shoulder as you muttered "Just wait until you're older and you can stay up late."

DAVIIIDDDD <3

I love him so much

You weren't sure if you'd seen her, probably not,

Hahaha suuuurrree

"You're quite efficient these days. If my memory serves me well, I remember a time in which the Collins were absolutely unable to get anything done without constantly bickering." Your head turned to face her for a moment, exclaiming "Bold of you to assume that we still don't argue constantly."

Family bonding, right? Lol

"Nothing a bit of magic can't fix though." It made you roll your eyes, mumbling "Man, it's not fair that you can get rid of your issues so easily. Some of us have to deal with the effects of a hangover." It was said teasingly, though you attempted to sound serious, but by the chortle that Angie let out you could tell it hadn't worked. Instead she stated "I don't use magic for everything.I still have to do normal people things, you know," and you made a face, pretending to be disgusted. Again, Angie just laughed.

Lmaooooo

They’re adorable omg

Your head still hurt, but then the blonde brought her hand up and gently ran her fingers across your temple, and within seconds, your headache faded to a barely there sting.

ANGIE USING MAGIC, I REPEAT, ANGIE USING MAGIC

Angelique sighed dramatically before patting your cheek mockingly and walking away without a word, leaving you frozen in place.

Omg i missed this detail when i first read this

ITS SO GOOD!!

When you finally snapped out of it, the witch had disappeared, along with everyone else except Barnabas, who was just entering the room. He glanced around curiously, before letting out a satisfied hum and catching sight of you. "Ah, y/n!"

Fuck 🎶oooffff 🎶barnabasss

As soon as you'd made the corner you let out a heavy breath, though you sucked it back in almost immediately as Elizabeth suddenly appeared in front of you with no warning, sending you reeling back in fright. When you realized it was just your sister, you clapped a hand to your chest, breathing a bit heavier as you gasped "Elizabeth! God you scared me!" The blonde sighed exasperatedly, mumbling "Get it together y/n, come on."

THIS MADE ME LAUGH OUT LOUD

ITS SO FUNNY HAHAHAHA

Your sister was quite strong, much stronger than you'd expected, and you could not free yourself from her grip, so eventually you stopped trying, with one last frustrated growl.

I love this description of elizabeth

Her exasperation makes her stronger

The only word Liz said before pushing you inside was "Angie!" You assumed that when you looked up you'd see said woman, and you were right, as you stumbled forward with a yelp and a pair of strong hands curled around your biceps, steadying you with a quiet "Careful there, darling." It was definitely Angie, and you didn't even have to look up to make sure. Liz had yet to leave, so when Angie finally let you go you turned towards her instead of at the blonde witch. You gave your sister a glare that she returned just as hard, hissing "Do. It." in a tight voice.

I love this paragraph so much!!!

"Sister dearest

SISTER DEAREST

I LOVE IT

Still you opened your mouth to say something, yet before you could speak a word, Angie's eyes flicked to above your head and a moment later you felt a firm hand on your spine before you were suddenly shoved violently forward. In an effort to catch you, you heard Angie suck in a sharp breath, placing her hands on your waist to hold you up, but in the process she ended up stumbling over her own feet and with a quiet yelp she fell backwards, landing painfully on her back with you on top of her. You knew who had pushed you, but you couldn't pay attention to that over the fact that you were now on topof Angelique, her hands still on your waist.

ASKDBSFUBDOSBDOVB ITS HAPPEENNNIIINNNGGGGG

"You were the woman."

AAAAAAA

YES SHE WAS

"What were you wearing last night?" you breathed, hoping that you were right just as much as you hoped you were wrong. Again the blonde's cockiness returned as she purred "Are you always this forward?"

BWHAHAHA

All it took was you mumbling "I was the vampire," to have recognition flashing across Angelique's face and her breath stuttering uncharacteristically. She watched you carefully. But eventually she just breathed "Oh," before reaching her hand up and placing it behind your neck and pulling you down without warning, crushing your lips together.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YES

YAY

YES YES YAYYY

THEY’RE SO CUTE

Your arms shook until they finally gave out and you had to support yourself on your forearm, one hand still placed on Angie's face.

I love this!!

But when the door opened without you realizing and it took a bored voice calling out "Took you long enough," to finally separate the two of you. You sat up abruptly, head snapping to the side to see your sister standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, a bored but relieved expression on her face. It would look serious if you hadn't caught the quickest of smiles teasing at Liz's lips and though you were embarrassed at being caught, it still made you let out a breath of laughter and fall back onto Angie's chest with heated skin.

Elizabeth <33333 i love her

After a few more minutes, you felt Angie shift under you before her hands dropped to your thighs, holding you in place as she stood up easily. It made you let out a little gasp and pull away, looking down for a split second before giggling and pressing another soft kiss to Angie's mouth, still smiling.

Holy shit she’s strong

JASDKBOEIFNJSKA I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

THEY’RE PERFECT TOGETHER

ANGIE IS SO SMOOTH

Y/N IS SO IN LOVE

I MEAN THEY’RE BOTH IN LOVE BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN

OKAY SO I ALREADY KNEW I WAS GONNA LOVE THIS FIC BUT IT JUST EXCEEDED MY EXPECTATIONS! IT WAS SO DETAILED AND FUNNY AND SWEET AND EVERYONE WAS PERFECT!! ELIZABETH BEING Y/N’S WINGWOMAN, DAVID BEING ADORABLE, CAROLYN BEING CAROLYN, JULIA HAVING A CRUSH ON ELIZABETH, AND Y/N AND ANGIE REALIZING THEY ARE MADLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER (with help from elizabeth ofc), ITS ALL JUST SO AMAZING!!! YOUR WRITING IS JUST…. I HAVE NO WORDS; IT’S SO GOOD!!! THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS!!! IT’S THE PERFECT HALLOWEEN FIC!!

I CAN'T STOP GRINNING AND LAUGHING YOU'RE AMAZING FUCK

you genuinely leave me breathless with your reviews (probably from grinning so hard) and i eagerly await them every time i see you like a fic syugdjiozkl

this was amazing in every way and i'm so happy rn this is a lovely way to start my halloween <3333

#i literally love you so much FRYVGDBUHSNIJOMZXK #ask #i need to find a special tag for you but i don't know your name :(((#fave mutuals <3

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villa-kulla · 3 years

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Tagged by @fontainebleau22, thanks for the tag, sorry for the delay!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

26 at the moment.

2. What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

722 309. I’d have thought it would be more considering how long some of mine seem to get, although looking at other people’s answers to this meme, I guess 26 isn’t really a huge number!

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

My first fic ever was a little Lord of the Rings experiment for an exchange thing. But my first proper dip into writing for a fandom would have been Breaking Bad, where I wrote for a couple of years before it felt like my ideas had run their course. Then there was a Kingsman fic, and then Mag7 where - similarly to BrBa - wrote feverishly for a couple years until it felt like the well had been plumbed. Oh yeah and then jumped into the Marvel fandom to drop one Marvel fic before immediately jumping back out lol.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

So the Marvel fic has officially just become my most kudoed fic, which is kind of hilarious considering it was a SUEZ! CANAL! FIC! But in my opinion, a good one lol. So yeah, it would be 1. The SamBucky Suez Canal fic, 2. The Kingsman soccer AU, 3. Desert Sand, 4. Chisolm’s 7, and 5. Blue Devils. That last one surprises me, but I guess it was an early one for the fandom, so I think it became an automatic read.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not

I do! It’s possible I’ve missed some here and there, but generally I try to get them all.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t think any of them! While my fics definitely include angst, ideally it’s still in a fun way, or at minimum, bittersweet? I don’t generally want the last taste in a reader’s mouth to be angst. ALTHOUGH. I really really wanted to include an epilogue to the selkie fic that’s kind of angsty. Basically the story would end, but then many years later we’d see an old man get off a bus on the coastal road, carrying a suitcase. He’d be wearing a suit, clearly back from many years travelling. He’d walk to the coast, back over a hill where there’d once been a little fishing cottage, long since torn down. He’d walk down to the beach and into a little cove where he’d kneel by the water he knew better than anyone. Opening the suitcase he’d take out a box which he’d then empty into the ocean, ashes spreading across the water. He’d take out a folded bundle of cloth and wrap it around his shoulders. Then he’d dive into the water, disappearing into the waves, leaving nothing but an empty suitcase behind him, and a folded pile of clothes.

I loved that ending but I’m still not 100% sure if it was keeping in tone with the actual ending, so I left it out. Maybe one day I’ll go and add it as en extra chapter snippet.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t know if I’d call them ‘crossovers’ exactly, although I did stick Goody and Billy into a Some Like it Hot ‘jazz band on a train’ situation, and I also did a Breaking Bad one that used some elements of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Those feel more like ‘AUs’ though. I like situational crossovers, but I’ve never been super into fics where characters from different fandoms actually interact.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Thankfully not. The most off-putting comment I’ve gotten was someone who - despite being very complimentary - decided to make a full-on laundry list all the anachronisms in a chapter lmao, like what. Stuff like "interesting that this character used this expression when XYZ would only been invented 10 years later!” etc. I’m positive they didn’t realize how it came off, but still, that was kind of hilarious in its.....obliviousness lol. It was special.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do. And I guess I’ve done the full spectrum of ‘fade to black’ to ‘describe every bead of sweat in pearlescent detail’. It really depends on what the fic calls for! I’ve done some I’m quite proud of tbh, but there are others I’d like to go back and have another stab at, just because they felt kinda cookie-cutter.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

There’ve been a couple! I can’t remember which ones specially, but I had some people asking to translate some Breaking Bad ones, and I think a Mag7 one too. I remember someone messaging to ask permission like “We love your fics in Russia!” and that was a very sweet and wild thing to hear.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, I wrote one with @yoporkchopsandwiches! Our Victorian opium dens Breaking Bad AU lol. I was just thinking of that recently actually and remembering how fun it was to read what the other wrote! We plotted out most of it together, and then took turns writing chapters or scenes. But of course while writing you come up with other details or ideas, so we’d then present the new chapter to the other with all the new bits added. And it was so fun to read what the other came up with like ‘omg no way didn’t see that coming/good idea!’ and then picking up their idea from there. In that sense it was almost like improv but for writers.

13. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

That I’ve written? I think I’ve had the most fun with Goodnight/Billy, partly for the time period, partly for the dynamic, but mostly for the plausibility. While I really enjoyed writing BrBa, it felt more like it came from enthusiasm for the show, not the central ship lol. Don’t get me wrong, the chemistry and its potential was extremely fun to write in a fic setting, but I don’t find I actually shipped it while watching the show itself. Whereas it’s been nice with Mag7 to write for a ship that’s actually....more believable lol.

14. What’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Ugh I can’t beLIEVE I have an unfinished fic up on ao3 lol it haunts me. I was sure I was done with Goodnight/Billy, and then early quarantine last year I had a train robbers AU idea, so I posted a couple chapters. But I don’t think my heart was super in it, I was more just messing around with the idea. I don’t want to delete it, but I’m also not super motivated to finish it haha, but we’ll see what happens. But tbh I like the poem summary better than the fic itself:P

15. What are your writing strengths?

Plotting, keeping things moving, and making stories feel visual maybe? They’re almost all movies in my head anyways, so I think I have good instincts for ‘cinematic moments’.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I’m a little lazy, and also ‘end-product oriented’. In some ways it’s helpful to picture the whole fic before you write it, but sometimes it results in some scenes feeling slightly slapdash because I’m just trying to get them out to move onto the next. Like ‘everyone did everything I wanted to in this scene? Great, next.’ I could stand to ‘stop and smell the roses’ more while I write, and actually see what else I can do to improve a scene.

(also if I use a word once it sticks in my head I end up using it like 5 other times in a scene and don’t notice lol, I need to stop that)

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

All for it! Depends how it’s done though. I personally find long scenes of dialogue where you have to constantly jump down to the author’s notes for the translations to be distracting. I like when it’s integrated more naturally where actual translations aren’t super important. Like in River Grit, Billy overhears this little exchange between Goodnight and his childhood nanny:

“Ah c’est vrai, mon petit Bonsoir! J’en peux pas le croire!” she cried out and laughed as she embraced Goody. Billy realized with a start that he actually recognized one of the words: ‘Bonsoir’. Goodnight. (insert brief flashback of Goody teaching him the nickname) / “Ma Serafine,” Goodnight said with a laugh. “C’est vrai que tu ne vieillis pas. Tu vas me rendre jaloux, heh?” / Billy had no idea what Goodnight was saying, but he sure as hell recognized Goodnight’s tone for flattery, and it was confirmed when the old woman laughed and smacked his arm.

What they’re actually saying is: “Oh it’s true, my little Goodnight! I can’t believe it!” / “My Serafine, it’s true you never age. You’re going to make me jealous”. But it doesn’t matter because this fic is from Billy’s POV so it’s about how he experiences the language around him, which is why I wouldn’t have included a translation for the reader. If you understand it then it’s a bonus, but the words themselves aren’t really the point!

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

That lil Lord of the Rings fic.

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Hmm for Mag7 I’ve always liked River Grit and love how it turned out. I also think Ashes feels very complete as a fic and I liked the flashback format. And while it’s not my favourite fic, in hindsight I’m impressed with the Kingsman football fic and how I had to write about 5 different soccer games and make them all feel different and exciting, and not just some variation of ‘He kicked the ball!’ I’m really pleased with how those sequences all turned out.

La fin! Not tagging anyone this time, but please feel free to do this if you see it! I love when people just take initiative to do these things without waiting for a tag (also please tag me in it if you do, ‘cause I love reading these things lol)

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outerbankslut · 4 years

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Empty... JJ Maybank

Summary • Soulmates were everywhere in the world and you just wanted to find your own.

Warnings • Mentions of wanting to commit suicide (essentially an allusion to it once). Underage drinking and insinuation of alcohol addiction. Mentions of abuse (from JJ). Literally wrote this in two hours today so it’s probably badly written. Swearing as well like once.

Word Count • 1.6k (Imagine)

Masterlist

(GIF by @toesure)

A WHISPY BREEZE settled over the area as you took a swig of the vodka bottle in your hand. The beach was practically empty considering it was the late hours of the night and the sun had fallen from its place in the sky leading to the peak of the moon. Whenever you needed a break from life, school or just people you can’t to the beach. It was your safe space of safe haven if you will.

You could purge your anxieties there just by screaming out into the void of the ocean with the lapping of the waves and roaring of the wind covering any evidence that you were making a sound. You could drink your sorrows away and no one would stop you. You felt like if you wanted to you could just walk into the ocean and never return. Become one with the waves.

Maybe you would feel something, anything other than emptiness. It wasn’t like that for most people. Because most people meet their soulmates before they’re 12. Those were the lucky ones.

You were the unlucky one. 18 and not one sign that anyone was out there. Not one small burst of emotion ever. When you meet your soulmate for the first time all the emotions they feel you feel. Sometimes it could be hard to decipher but you would know. To be empathetically linked to someone was the worst and the best things at the same time. Of course you didn’t know personally though. You just knew you wanted that feeling, of knowing someone was there and feeling something for once. You were the black sheep in the family having an unknown future of who you would be with.

Your parents had found each other when they were 10. The closely tied bond you hold with your soulmate comes with you through childhood into your teen years and evolves into whatever. Could end up a romantic relationship later in life or just stay a simple friendship. It could all get really confusing sometimes. But most ended up dating their soulmate even feeling pressured to do so despite not wanting to which you were glad you didn’t have to go through really.

Of course you can reject your soulmate but that comes with a lot of mental anguish even if they’re not a good person. It’ll still hurt, like the worst pain imaginable on both ends.

And yet here you were still alone in the world, your family didn’t even speak to you these days. You didn’t have any friends really apart from the girls you worked with at a small diner. Most people didn’t want to be associated with you, thinking great shame of people who didn’t have a soulmate yet. Which was stupid but it was how the world was. Especially for someone of high status in figure 8. You were lucky your parents hadn’t kicked you out yet.

But the beach was a place where you could wash away those thoughts with the the stinging of the vodka down your throat and the warm feeling erupting in the pit of your stomach. At least that made you feel something. Just a small something.

You breathed out a long sigh, just that warmth that you felt from the addictive liquid was more than enough for you. But at the same time you craved the feeling of a close connection. You wanted to feel what someone else felt. No matter the feelings you just wanted to stop feeling so empty, so absent from your own life.

JJ MAYBANK SAT a ways off in his own little area of the beach in front of a small tree that sat embedded right next to the beginning of the sandy beach. His body was scaled in small bruises from jabs and punches. The boy suddenly felt a small feeling of contentment erupt. A second ago he felt like shit. He had no clue where the feeling came from and an idea came into his head suddenly but he shook it off.

He looked around just to check but didn’t see anyone immediately so brushed it off. It was dumb of him to think that. He would probably never get close to finding his soulmate. That’s what his dad had always told him. And being that his dad lost his mum even though they were soulmates made him almost lose hope in all of it.

He rested his arms on his knees which were bought up closely to his chest holding himself tightly together and close. It was almost a defence mechanism holding himself close and making sure no one else got close enough to witness him falling apart slowly after every hit he took and insult he attempted to shake off but he always took it to heart. It was hard not to when you value your parents opinions so much.

He did have his friends to confide in but at the same time they didn’t understand how he was feeling. He felt so alone and isolated. Yet they were free with their soulmates—John B with Sarah Cameron, Kiara with Pope—and then there was him. The lone wolf. They couldn’t relate to feeling like a fuckup all the time for more reasons than one. To be a failure at something that seemed so simple, finding his own soulmate. He was looked upon as abnormal in this world and he was sick of it, sick of what he couldn’t control defining him.

Then JJ felt the feeling he got for a second fizzle out. It was just empty. There was no feeling to fill what was there. JJ frowned, it was like someone was flicking a switch on and off on his emotions. Then it returned the same feeling and then boy swivelled around on the sand again landing his eyes on a figure in the distance as he squinted.

Your figure. You were alone sitting in the sand like he was much further down the long stretch of beach with what looked like a bottle in your hand. Then you got up and walked down to the water so your feet being covered in a cool sensation as you stood there and felt so calm.

And just like a switch JJ felt calm. He felt all his worries fall away for a split second. He felt utterly euphoric sitting and watching on curiously.

JJ felt drawn to you. His body was telling him to move. Screaming in fact. Every muscle wanted to go up to you, to hug you. But there was a part of him that counteracted that. A small reservation rooted so deep he didn’t think he could shake it. He wanted to go over. He wanted to help make you feel whole, so that he could feel whole too. Maybe you’re would help each other, after all aren’t soulmates meant for that. JJ felt a spark of guilt and regret as he thought about his different options. Make someone else’s life either better or worse and same goes for his own life if he went over. Or he walks away and forgets this ever happened. Forget that he may have just found his soulmate.

While the boy debated in his head what to do you felt foreign feelings bubbles up in your stomach. You felt guilty and regretful. But for what? And then you caught sight of the figure on the beach too. He was almost just a small dot to you but you could make out that he was wearing a jumper and a red cap. He looked deep in thought. Was he it?

JJ had weighed up his options. He’d thought about it but he still felt hesitation every time he moved to walk over to you. And he understood it. He didn’t want to be rejected. He didn’t want deal with being abandoned again. He couldn’t take it one more time. It was easier to block everyone out than risk anyone getting close. JJ looked tough but really he was fragile. One more thing could break him. One more person leaving him and all hope he had would be out of the window. And if you weren’t his soulmate, though by now he could almost completely tell, he would be crushed. He couldn’t give himself false hope again. Like every time he thought his dad was proud of him it made JJ happy and then the next minute he’d be telling the boy what a disappointment he was. It was enough for JJs self worth to drop through the floor. JJ wasn’t worth it. And it wasn’t worth him the pain he’d feel at the end of it all. He sent a lingering glance in your direction and he’d made his decision. And then suddenly JJ wasn’t frozen after all.

You watched from afar as he turned your way before he stood up. Maybe this was it. Maybe you’d finally found them. You almost felt a spur of happiness at the thought. An emotion not very often experienced. And JJ felt it too, making it harder for him to walk off the beach in the opposite direction to you as the giddy feeling dissipated into the ocean air. That was the hardest part, leaving. JJ was doing to you just as people in his life had done to him. Maybe he shouldn’t be walking back home right now instead of walking down that beach towards you but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t let someone care about him like that.

When the emptiness returned you realised it wasn’t going to happen. None of that meant anything. You would never find them. There was no one out there for you. You just weren’t meant for a soulmate.

Note • I wrote this cause I was in my sad feels and wanted something angsty. I also I just realised I write no dialogue but eh. Honestly I don’t even know what I fuckin wrote lmao <33

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harrystylesleftkneecap · 4 years

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Candy Coated

(JJ X Reader)

Summary- After relentless teasing from her friends, y/n gets upset. when JJ doesn’t stand up for her, she decides he needs to be reminded what she is capable of.

WARNINGS : SMUT, oral ( male receiving) , Slight Bondage, blindfolds, socks in mouths lmao

A/N: this was requested, and I hope you like :) I can do other fandoms, just request whatever and if I am apart of the fandom I will deliver. LMK what you wanna see. Wrote this kinda fast, sorry for mistakes and whatnot.

The cool autumn air wouldn’t stop you all from throwing a kegger. With the addition of a larger bonfire than usual, and added spiked cider, the windy beach was the perfect setting for a nice kickback.

You, JJ, John B, Pope, and Kie were standing around the bonfire, admiring the successful get-together you had created.

“You know, I never thought you would be able to plan such a good party y/n.” John b chirped, taking a sip of his poorly mixed drink.

You smiled your long hair blowing in the breeze.Your cheeks burned as the icy air relentlessly blew against them.

“She doesn’t seem like the type to know so much about these things,” Pope added.

You all fell into a useless conversation, and JJ moved closer to you pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

“You okay bub?” You asked him.

He hummed in response, and Sarah could be seen moving towards you in the distance.

“Hey, baby.” John B smiled, pulling her to his body.

“Woah Sarah, what's on your neck?” Kie Joked, eyeing the dark purple marks that littered her skin.

“Seriously Sarah, you could have covered those up! Y/n is here, her virgin eyes don’t need to be exposed to those kinds of things.” John B laughed.

Everyone looked at you as you rolled your eyes, and downed the remaining liquid in your cup.

You weren't that much younger than them, but they all saw you as a little sister. Well, besides JJ.

You and JJ had been dating for a while now, and if he saw you as a sister your relationship would be a little odd.

“ ‘m not a virgin guys, you know this.” You mumble, causing JJ to chuckle as he watched the conversation happen around him.

“Yeah yeah, whatever kid.” Pope quipped, only adding to your frustration.

“Guys I’m not!” You huffed, only earning you more laughter when JJ interjected.

“Hey leave her alone, you’re making her blush.”

You groaned in annoyance. It’s not hard to believe that you were a virgin. On the outside, you were a sweet little angel. You dressed rather conservatively for the outer banks, often sporting leggings and a T-shirt over the popular bikini. You avoided conflict as much as you could, and when someone asked for help you could never decline. Nothing less than straight A’s, and you never joined in as others spoke of their sexual endeavors.

Although JJ doesn’t seem the type that would go for more reserved girls, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You were absolutely intoxicating, your sweet outside the perfect candy coating for a rather sinful center.

The first time JJ had gotten intimate with you, he expected it to be pretty straight forward and rather vanilla. But when you had suddenly taken control, and sunk down on top of him. He knew he had you all wrong.

You had explored many different things. You’ve had sex everywhere in the chateau, yes, even in John B’s bed. JJ’s fingers often found their way plunged into your leggings on movie nights with the gang, and yours loved to caress over his member during dinner at the wreck.

Tired of the relentless teasing of the group, you pulled JJ away from the bonfire and towards the chateau.

“Uh oh, they’re gonna go kiss and hold hands! “ John B teased, smirking as you yanked JJ through the sand.

“Baby, they’re just messing with you.” JJ said as you flung the door to the chateau open.

“I don’t care.” You huffed, pulling him into his spare bedroom.

Locking the door behind you, you pulled the taller boy into a rough kiss.

“What’s gotten into you.” He mumbled against your lips. And you responded by abruptly grabbing his hardening dick.

He gasped involuntarily, and you use whatever strength your small frame has to push him to the bed.

Pulling away, you breathed out, “Take off your clothes.”

He raised his eyebrows to you.

“Do it. Now JJ.” You snapped.

He quickly tore his shirt over his head, following with is cargo shorts and shoes.

Completely bare, he moved backwards to the head board, stomach churning in anticipation.

Grabbing his belt off the floor, you beckoned him to raise his hands.

He did as told, and you fasted them above his head to the headboard.

His tip was slowly leaking precum, his shaft aching for you to touch him.

You lightly ran your thumb over the tip, collecting the sultry liquid he was producing.

“C’mon babe, you’re taking too long.” He whined, moving his legs desperately.

You laughed, slightly enjoying his petty suffering. If he wasn’t going to stand up for you, he needed to be reminded what you were actually capable of.

You rummaged through drawers until you came across a black bandanna, and straddled his waist to tie it around his eyes.

“Is this about what they were saying out there? Baby i-”

“Shut up JJ, not now.”

You rand your hands along his tanned torso, pulling goosebumps from every inch of his skin.

He groaned as you raked your nails across his abdomen, slowly scooting back against his legs to reach his now rock hard member.

You took him in your hand and slowly stroked him up and down.

“Cmon baby, please, I’m sorry.” He whined, bucking his hips into your hand.

“JJ, hush before I shut you up myself.” You spat.

He whimpered in response, silently begging for you to move faster.

Eventually, you gathered spit into your mouth and let it fall over his aching tip.

He greeted your warm saliva with a low mewl.

“JJ, no noise. I’m not telling you again.”

You wrapped your lips around him, pushing him deep into your mouth. You circled your tongue over the pulsing tissue, and hummed as you pulled it out with a ‘pop’.

As if you were urging him to make noise, you drug your nails down his sides.

This was torture to the poor boy beneath you, but you couldn’t enjoy this any more than you already were.

You bobbed your head painstakingly slow, allowing the heat to course painfully through his veins for what seemed like ages.

You felt him begin to tense beneath you, but before he could release you let his dick retreat from your mouth.

“What-” He began, but you quickly interrupted.

“I though I said no noise?” You taunted. Crawling off of his body and making your way back to the dresser. You searched until you found what you were looking for. You grabbed the fabric in your hand, and slowly walked back over to the writhing boy.

You straddle him once more, and grabbed his chin in your petite hands.

From an outside point of view, this sight was unbelievable. A small frail temptress completely controlling a much larger boy. JJ could just not resist when it came to you.

“Next time, how about you tell them about this little experience you had, okay?” You teased, pressing your swollen lips to his.

You pulled away slowly, “Now open baby.”

“What-”

Before he could finish his question, you slid the fabric of a sock into his mouth.

“I really hope this is clean.” You giggled, as an astonished JJ struggled under your frame.

You attached your lips to his neck, sucking harshly as he continued to pitifully whine.

“I told you no noise and you didn’t listen, so I took care of it myself.” You told him, lightly caressing his cheek.

“Now,” You spoke standing, “I’ll come back for you shortly.” You smirked,

JJ let out muffled protests, and you threw a small pillow over his crotch because you knew he would have a visitor shortly.

You walked out of the chateau smiling, and made your way back to your friends.

The lack of your shadow caused confusion to spread across popes face, “Yo, where’s JJ?” He questioned.

“Oh, he’s in his room, he actually told me to tell you to go see him real quick.” You responded, a smirk creeping its way onto your face.

pope stood from his seat and made his way to the chateau to find his friend.

“I know that look y/n, what did you do?” Kie asked knowingly.

“Oh, I was just a little upset that he didn’t stand up for me, we talked it out.”

Before anyone could respond, a loud scream echoed from the chateau, causing you to laugh.

“y/n, Oh My God!” Sarah giggled.

soon enough, two embarrassed boys made their way to the bonfire where you were all talking amongst yourselves.

“Guys, Y/N is definitely not a virgin, and now I’m scarred.” Pope spoke shakily, a flushed JJ coming from behind him.

“What is that supposed to mean?” John B quizzed.

“Don’t wanna talk about it man, Just don’t ever make y/n mad.” Pope shuddered.

JJ sat down beside you and you turned to him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stand up for you,” He whispered, and you smiled sweetly at him.

“But, “he continued, “You are so going to get it later.”

Your smile faltered as he sat back into his chair.

“So today we learned that y/n is a force to be reckoned with.” Kie laughed, making everyone else follow suit.

a force to be reckoned with indeed.

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maria-scribbles · 4 years

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glitter + crimson (let’s start a riot)//part one

“and that’s sailor, our resident mermaid, shell collector, surfer chick, and all-around ray of sunshine. she’s always down for a kegger at the boneyard so she can show off her dance moves; they’re not the best but she doesn’t let that stop her from getting down. her mom owns the surf shop on the beach, that’s how jj and i met her when we bought our first boards when we were ten. she’s been part of the crew ever since.” ~john b routledge

pogue sailor flynn just wants to have a great time with her friends this summer and try to ignore the fact that her flight-risk dad took off again to gamble his life (and her family's savings) away in atlantic city, leaving her with a mom who doesn't know how to cope. between surfing at the beach and cruising around on the hms pogue for hours, it's easy to keep her mind off her shitty home life. what isn't so easy though, is trying to deny her feelings for her best friend, jj.

summary: the pogues hit the beach for a day of sand, surf, and shells. sailor commandeers a hat, willingly participates in cardio, makes bank, and has a heart-to-heart with jj.

word count: 4k+

ship: jj maybank x oc (sailor flynn)

warnings: mentions of abuse/neglect/parental abandonment, swearing, fluff, a lot of flirting

a/n: hi there! i’ve had this little plot bunny in my head for a few weeks now and it wouldn’t leave me alone so here we are! this is the first piece of writing i’ve posted in a very long time so i apologize in advance if it’s terrible. i’m planning on this whole thing being at least eight to ten parts so get ready for the long haul! i actually split this into two parts cause my word count was insane and way too long for one post lmao. let me know what you guys think! title comes from “glitter & crimson” by all time low. also this is unbetaed, so i apologize for any mistakes.

another quick thing: i tried writing this with sailor as an unnamed or y/n reader but it just wasn’t the best. i adore fleshing out characters and i had so many good ideas for her backstory and personality that she kind of just wrote herself and i went with it. i hope you all enjoy reading about sailor as much as i enjoyed writing her!

~Masterlist~

part two | part three | part four | playlist

gif credit goes to @heapass

part one: catching waves

The beach has always been special to Sailor; the soothing crash of waves against the shore, the warmth of sand under her feet, the comforting feeling of salt drying on her skin. It’s where her mother taught her to surf, where her father taught her to dive, where her friends taught her that family didn’t always mean having shared blood. It’s her home, her place, her safe haven. Nothing is more perfect than a day at the beach with the pogues, her board, and a bucket for shells.

Today is shaping up to be one of those days. The weather’s balmy, the water’s clear, and most importantly, she hasn’t seen these many perfect shells in quite awhile. Sailor reaches out and grabs the delicate golden scotch bonnet from the ocean floor, inspecting it closely for any cracks or holes. When she finds none, she smiles and runs her fingers over its smooth surface, marveling at the way the sun’s rays filter through the water and make the entire shell shine brilliantly. Although she sells most of the shells she finds at her mom’s surf shop (or gifts them to her friends), this one’s going to be proudly displayed on the shelf in her room.

She scans the sand for her next target before pushing off from the floor and heading to the surface where Kiara floats on her board, legs dangling in the water as she watches the rest of their group surf.

“Kie, check this out! It’s a scotch bonnet!” She exclaims, placing the shell beside the half full bucket in front of her friend. Resting both arms on the board, she lets herself take a quick breather as the other girl gently picks up her treasure and turns it over in her hands.

“Holy shit, how do you always find the good ones?” She asks, gently putting it into the bucket with the others as Sailor shrugs, tucking a wet strand of red hair behind her ear.

“You guys always say I’m part mermaid, so...” Kiara rolls her eyes and splashes her friend, who just laughs. “Are you done now? We can’t let the guys have all the fun.”

“Almost, there’s a gorgeous whelk down there that I have to have. Be right back!”

She dives before the dark haired girl can reply, swimming down twenty feet to where she spotted the shell. When she was younger, she used to find the pressure on her ears a bit painful but now she hardly notices, instead focusing on the muffled sound of the waves above. Down here it’s just her and the water: peaceful, quiet, and oh so beautiful, infinitely stretching out in front of her. It used to scare her, the vastness of the deep ocean, the secrets lurking in its depths, the unknown. Now, it brings her comfort. Inspiration. Hope.

She plucks the shell from the sand and heads back the the surface, where three more boards have joined Kiara’s. She swims straight under Pope’s, knowing he’s the most ticklish of the group, and runs the tip of the whelk along the sole of his foot. His yell is so loud she can hear it clear as day under the water and she laughs bubbles as his board wobbles before he topples over with a splash. The other three are still laughing as she surfaces beside her fallen friend and feigns shock.

“What happened? Did he touch a fish again?”

“Oh ha fucking ha. So funny.” Pope deadpans but he’s smiling as Sailor holds his board steady so he can climb back on. “I’m surprised you actually touched my foot, Miss Feet Are Disgusting.”

“First off, smelly, dirty feet are gross. And second, I didn’t,” She replies, pulling herself onto JJ’s board without warning and laughing as he nearly falls off just as Pope had. She sticks her tongue out at him as he shoots her a mock glare and shifts closer to he for balance, their knees knocking together.

“This did, here.” She holds the shell out to Pope, who inspects it like Kiara had done earlier and nods in approval before passing it off to John B.

“It’s...nice, right? It’s a good one?” He asks as he hands it over to Kiara. She meets Sailor’s eyes and shakes her head, mouthing ‘boys’ while carefully placing the whelk in the bucket.

“Seriously, JB-”

“Whoa, wait! I don’t get to see it?” JJ pouts, crossing his arms over his chest and Sailor fixes him with a flat look.

“I seem to remember that you, like a damn child, dropped and broke the last one I let you hold.”

John B laughs so hard he nearly falls off his board while Pope and Kiara glance at each other and hide matching snickers behind their hands. JJ has the decency to look embarrassed as he pleads with her and she tells herself that the slight flush creeping up the back of his neck is just from too much time in the sun, nothing more.

“Hey, I said I was sorry for that and I meant it! I swear I’ll be more careful, please, Sail?”

Trying her best to ignore the little thrill she feels at the sound of her nickname coming from his mouth, she relents with a sigh, “Fine, on one condition.”

He looks at her expectantly as she holds up one finger and points at the black hat turned backwards on his head.

“Gimme that, I can feel my scalp burning as we speak.”

“Holy shit, you’re such a fucking ginger,” He laughs but pulls the cap off anyway, running a hand through his blond hair before fixing it on her head properly, the bill facing forward and giving her eyes a much needed break from the bright summer sun. She only hopes her face feels hot as he lays one hand on her knee and holds the other out to Kiara, palm up. “Fork it over, Kie.”

Kiara hands it to him with a roll of her eyes and then fixes Sailor with a pointed look that the redhead pretends not to see; instead, she watches JJ carefully turn the shell over in his hand before holding it aloft, like Rafiki held Simba in The Lion King.

“Listen up, class- especially you,” He says, the hand resting against her leg pointing at John B, who looks affronted at being called out, much to the amusement of the rest of the group, “This here is a lightning whelk and yes, JB, as a matter of fact, it’s a great one. No holes, minimal damage, and defined markings. Ten out of ten would recommend.”

He passes the shell to Kiara with a satisfied grin as everyone sits in stunned silence, just bobbing up and down with the waves until Pope finally says, “Damn. Better watch out, Sailor! We’ve got a new shell expert in town.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so. I’m not giving up the crown that easily.” As the others burst into laughter, she turns to JJ and pokes him in the side, asking, “Since when you know so much?”

The look he gives her is all mock offense, but his blue eyes are soft as he says, “I always listen when you talk, you know.”

His answer catches her so off-guard that she tries and fails to form a coherent reply as her face flushes before settling on giving him a sweet smile, which he returns with a playful tug on one of the tiny braids in her hair. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Kiara staring at them with a devious smirk on her face and she knows she’ll be hearing about this later.

“Enough shell talk- no offense, Sail,” John B says, steering his board toward the waves. “We’ve got surfing to do.”

Sailor waves her hand dismissively then reaches over and grabs the bucket from Kiara. “None taken, I’m just gonna drop these off at the shop real quick and I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll go with,” JJ says, popping up onto his knees and turning his board toward the shore. “After all,” He yells toward the rest of the pogues over his shoulder, “you guys need all the practice you can get!” He winks at Sailor and she laughs as she turns to face forward, pulling her legs onto the board and placing the bucket in her lap while the other three flip him off in perfect unison.

The two teenagers paddle toward the beach together and catch a small wave that shoots them straight to shore. JJ holds the board steady as she hops off and then touches his shoulder in thanks before they walk toward where Sailor’s own board is propped in the warm sand with their things. She puts the bucket down and kneels beside it, carefully digging through the haul to find the scotch bonnet.

“There you are, gorgeous.”

“I didn’t go anywhere, babe.”

She snorts at JJ’s quip but doesn’t give him the satisfaction of looking up from wrapping the shell in a small towel and placing it in her backpack (she does blush though, and hopes he doesn’t notice.). As she stands to pull on her shorts, the redhead can’t help but glance at the lightning whelk, sitting pretty in the sand where she put it while looking for the bonnet. It really is beautiful, a ten out of ten as JJ put it, and damn it, she just can’t let it go to some touron who won’t appreciate it. So before she can change her mind, she kneels again to wrap it in another towel and gently nestles it alongside the other shell.

“Chop chop, time’s a wastin.’“ He says, grabbing the bucket with one hand and holding the other out to her; she rolls her eyes but takes it anyway and lets him pull her to her feet, muttering, “Jesus, you’re impatient.”

“It’s all part of the charm. Come on, race ya!” After a quick squeeze to her hand, he drops it and takes off running toward the shop without warning, leaving Sailor scrambling to catch up as she yells, “If you break those shells you’re buying them, Maybank!”

The duo weaves through the crowd of tourons and natives alike, ignoring the dirty looks thrown their way as they run by, kicking sand up in their wake. Fifty feet ahead stands The Sandbar Surf Shop in all its salt-weathered, sun-bleached glory, all but two of the rental boards gone from the stand out front. Alison sits on a stool with one of them on her lap as she waxes it, the boom box resting on the floor beside her blasting The Beach Boys as usual. She looks up in surprise as Sailor bounds onto the deck and slaps her hand against the shop’s door a few seconds before JJ does, both teenagers out of breath.

“Sweet victory!” The redhead shouts, sending a quick wave toward Alison, who returns it with an amused smile and watches the blond roll his eyes, holding the shell bucket close to his chest like a football.

“Victory my ass! I saw you jump over that cooler and that’s cheating.”

“Oh, I cheated? Who gave himself a head start? Oh yeah, you!”

Alison returns the now waxed board to the rack and wipes her hands on a spare rag. “Sounds like you both cheated, so no one wins.” She says with a shrug, chuckling to herself as they both stutter excuses and follow the older redheaded girl into the shop, empty sans for a young boy browsing the display of shells.

“I’ll get your mom.” She says to Sailor before heading through the beaded curtain to the back room and she’s grateful. She doesn’t think she has the strength to go back there anymore.

“I was carrying extra weight,” JJ says, placing the bucket onto the old surfboard-turned-counter and then leaning his back against it, “so I think the head start was justified.”

Sailor props her chin in her hand and drums her fingers along the board’s worn surface, her eyebrow raised. “And I think my jump was justified considering I had some ground to make up from that head start so...”

“Agree to disagree.” They say together, sharing a quick smile before he picks a pair of heart shaped glasses from the stand and puts them on, looking at her over the neon pink frames as he asks in a high-pitched British accent, “What do you think, darling? Too much?”

“No, I think they’re quite dashing!” She bursts out laughing as he strikes a vogue pose, then spins and dramatically leans back against the counter. “Rock that pink.”

“Hell yeah, fuck gender norms!” He says loudly, both middle fingers raised toward the roof.

“In this house, we stan non-toxic masculinity-” she starts, but she’s interrupted by a stern voice from behind the counter that says, “If you’re not going to buy those, put ‘em back, kid.”

Sailor’s mother sweeps into view and stares pointedly at JJ, who hastily stands up straight and returns the glasses to their place on the display as Alison silently heads back outside, shooting both teens a small, awkward smile.

“Sorry, Mrs. Flynn.”

Sailor wants to tell him there’s nothing to apologize for, that he did nothing wrong, but she knows he already knows that, so instead she just scoots a little closer and presses her hip against his. His hand moves to rest on her lower back in thanks and her whole body feels the sparks from his touch.

“I-I found some good ones today, Mom.” She says, pulling shells from the bucket one by one and lining them up on the counter. “A few coquinas, some scallops, a whelk or two...”

She trails off when Carmen doesn’t respond and looks down at her hands, twisting her fingers together anxiously as her mother inspects each shell. her face blank. JJ’s thumb starts to run tiny circles on her back and she concentrates on the feel of his ring, warm and soothing against her bare skin, instead of the fact that her mother hasn’t even glanced her way yet. She hasn’t looked her in the eye in almost three months.

The silence is thick in the air until Carmen finishes her evaluation and gives a small nod in her daughter’s direction. “Good job.” She says, heading to the register and pulling out some cash before counting out five twenties and holding them out to Sailor, her eyes fixed on a point somewhere over the teenager’s shoulder. She swallows thickly and takes the money with a near inaudible thank you, slipping it into her back pocket before grabbing the now empty bucket and nudging JJ toward the door with her hip.

As she’s about to cross the threshold she pauses with one hand on the door frame and turns back, asking, “Hey, Mom? Are...are you gonna come home tonight?”

Carmen’s brown eyes only meet her green ones for a split second before she looks away to fiddle with the register and Sailor can’t help feeling the dull stab of disappointment as she says, “Oh, um, I don’t think so. I’m pretty busy here with, uh, inventory, bookkeeping...”

(That stab used to be sharp as a knife, cutting her to the bone, but she’s almost gotten used to the pain.)

“Oh, right. Just...text me if you do, okay?” She takes one last look at her mother, bathed in the cool shadows of the shop that’s tearing her apart before turning and stepping back into the bright sunlight without another word, her throat tight. She’s not sure Carmen was even listening anymore.

“See ya later, brat.” Alison calls to her as she lets the screen door swing shut behind her with a slight bang. The older girl may not be related to her by blood but she’s most definitely Sailor’s honorary big sister, having babysat her for years in addition to working at the shop, so she waves to her with a small smile and a “bye, ho” before joining JJ on the beach.

The duo slowly starts walking along the water together, a stark contrast from their earlier mad dash and Sailor’s mind races with a million thoughts, most of them her hating herself for foolishly putting a scrap of faith in her mom once again.

“Whoa, you okay? That bucket’s not going anywhere, promise.” He says, pulling them to a stop with a gentle tug on her elbow and reaching down to take it from her clenched hand. She doesn’t even realize she was holding it that hard until she sees the little half moons pressed into her palm from her nails and she sighs, rubbing them away with her thumb.

Opening up has always been something Sailor struggles with, even with a friend group as close as the pogues. She’s the one who’s all sunshine and good vibes, the one everyone goes to for cheering up, the one that’s always...happy. She’s the friend who listens, the open ear, the trusted confidante. She knows all her friends struggles: John B’s fear of being abandoned that often keeps him up at night, Kiara’s terrible guilt over leaving her friends behind during her kook year, Pope’s feeling of drowning under his dad’s impossible expectations, JJ’s abusive household that has him convinced he’s not worthy of love. Every secret she holds close to her heart, guarding them with impenetrable walls that no one can break through.

The walls protecting her own secrets, though? They may be strong around the others but they crumble like sand when she’s alone with the boy standing beside her, his hand still holding her elbow as he starts drawing circles on her skin once again. Talking to JJ has always come easy to her, almost infuriatingly so, and she has no qualms about calling him her best friend. While the other pogues know she’s been having some problems at home with her flight-risk dad and indifferent mom, none of them know almost the full story like he does, just as none of them know exactly how horrible his father really is.

(She knows. She’s seen the aftermath far too often and has been there each time, cleaning cuts, soothing bruises, holding him in her arms and never wanting to let him go.)

“I just...don’t know what to do anymore.” She can feel him watching her as she talks and she avoids his gaze like her mother avoided hers, instead staring out at the ocean. In the distance, she sees one of their friends -Kiara, she thinks- drop in on a wave while the other two look on a little further away. “She won’t even look at me and I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“Hey, it’s not you, got it? God, you’re...perfect, Sail.” JJ says softly, so soft that the crashing surf nearly drowns the sound of his voice as the water washes over their bare feet. Sailor curses the fact that she blushes so easily because her whole face is on fire at his words, and she’s so distracted that she almost misses what he says next.

“Your mom’s always, uh, weird when your dad dips. It’ll be better when he comes back.”

Her heart clenches in her chest. If only it were that simple. She turns to face him and meets his eyes, blue as the ocean, open and honest, and sends him a smile that lacks its usual brightness. “I think you might be right, J. For once.”

His thumb stills on the crook of her elbow and she knows he knows she’s not telling him everything. She feels like she should say something, anything- apologize, explain herself, just tell him the damn truth- but before she can even open her mouth he says, “Listen, I get it.”

She can feel the hand on her arm start to slip away and she grabs it between both of hers, her voice tight as she says, “No, you listen. Today’s been...so perfect and I don’t wanna bring everyone down with my problems.”

“You know they won’t mind.”

(She does, but that’s beside the point.)

“I know they won’t, but I do.”

It’s her turn to run her thumb in circles on the back of his hand now as she continues, “I’ll tell you everything later, okay?”

“You don’t have to-” He starts but she smiles, genuine and bright this time, and cuts him off.

“I want to, J. And I will, promise.” Like a child, she holds her pinky out expectantly. He quickly glances down at her hand and then meets her eyes again before finally returning her smile, showing off that dimple that makes her heart skip a beat, and hooking his finger around hers.

“Come on, we’ve got waves to catch and friends to show up.” He says and just like that they’re back to normal. Sailor’s hyper aware of the fact that her pinky is still linked with JJ’s, but he doesn’t pull away as they start walking back to their things again and she can’t help but hold on a little tighter. She doesn’t think he notices until he walks a little closer, his shoulder brushing hers; out of the corner of her eye, she sees him smile and feels herself mirroring him without a thought, her cheeks turning as red as her hair.

Talking with him may be the easiest thing to do for her, but flirting comes in a close second. It’s natural: the teasing, the casual touches, and especially the clothes stealing (a good fifth of her sweatshirts probably actually belong to him). He’s the biggest flirt she knows, with that bad boy swagger and killer smile that make all the giggling touron girls fall over themselves to get to him. She tells herself it’s fine, that she’s so not jealous, when he dances with them at keggers on the beach, whispering things in their ears that make them blush, taking their hands and leading them away to dark corners or the spare room at the Chateau. After all, there’s the one golden rule of their group: no pogue on pogue macking, so friends is all they’ll ever be, all they can be.

She tells herself she’s fine with it, really. Being his friend is better than being nothing at all, and she wouldn’t trade his friendship for the world. Deep down though, she’d give anything to kiss him again -the first time was when she was eleven and JJ had just turned twelve, awkward yet sweet, the day she first saw the full extent of his dad’s abuse- but she holds herself back, unwilling to ruin the relationship that means so much to her. And sometimes, like now, she thinks (hopes) that he’s holding back, too.

Their pinkies linger together when they come to a stop at their things, both holding on just a bit longer than what’s considered friendly before their hands drop away. Sailor feels his eyes on her as she pulls off her shorts, money still in the back pocket, and stuffs them in her bag.

(So she just might’ve taken them off a little bit -okay, a lot- slower because he was watching, sue her.)

“I hope you know this is mine, now.” She points to his hat before freeing her board from the sand and waiting for him to do the same, hand on her hip.

“It looks better on you, anyway. Here,” He says, taking a step closer and reaching up with one hand to turn the cap backwards. “Don’t want you to lose it.” His finger brushes along her jaw when he drops his arm and she feels her breath catch as she replies, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

JJ smiles at that, then nods toward the waves. “Race ya? I’ll play fair this time.”

“Nah, but I’m glad you can admit that you cheated!” She says, pausing for a second to laugh at the way his jaw drops before she takes off running and leaves him hurrying to catch up. “I’m proud of you!”

“I changed my mind, I want my hat back now, Flynn!” He yells after her and she just laughs harder as they splash into the ocean.

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Sleepless Nights

Summary: Bakugou can’t sleep ever since the brutal breakup and decides to do something about it.

Author’s Note: Here is the second story for @bnhabookclub’s Hero Camp Bingo event. The prompt I used was Betrayal. It’s been a while since I wrote a Bakugou story, so of course he became my latest victim for an angst story (lmao). Don’t worry, it does end on a good note!

As always, please enjoy!

Word Count: 2.1K+

Bakugou is restless.

Crimson eyes glare at the dark ceiling and his left arm unconsciously reaches over to hold you closer to him—splat.

A cold bedside greets his rough hand, the silky sheets bunching up in his deadly grasp. Luckily the linens are not alive, or else they would be begging for mercy. Nitroglycerin secretes on his palms without fail, seeping through the thin fabric; it will turn into an unrecognizable, ashy pile if he ignites the sweat beads. Bakugou hesitates because these sheets are your favorite.

He jostles the gray covers off his body with a vicious growl. Bakugou forgot you aren’t sleeping with him anymore after what happened three weeks ago. Grudgingly sitting up, he slams his back against the headboard. Bakugou shoves his face into his rough hands and grits his teeth as he remembers that unfortunate night—damn his stupid mouth.

Bakugou breathes through his nose and reaches to turn on his lamp. The dim yellow light partially illuminates his face, but fails to brighten the darkness swirling inside his heart. He’s broken and wallowing in his despair. Both fists curl until his nails dangerously dig into his skin, a small trickle of blood oozing out that makes him curse, “Fucking hell.”

His bed groans as Bakugou gets off and trudges out the bedroom to find the first-aid kit. He annoyingly rummages through the bathroom’s cabinets, your face mask packets spilling out on the floor. The woman’s perky fake smile irritates him to no end, his right eye twitching nonstop. Bakugou aggressively shoves them back inside as he yells, “What are you so damn happy about, idiot?!”

The cabinet door cracks after he slams it with brute force; a staggered breath escapes his mouth as he grips the sink’s edge, ignoring the sting from the fresh wounds. Bakugou lifts his head until he stares at his heated reflection. Bloodshot irises glare back at him, his ashy blonde hair even more disheveled than usual. A blue kit sticks out like a sore thumb, and Bakugou snatches it; he freezes when he reads the words “Blasty’s First Aid Kit” affectionately written across the cover.

A gut-wrenching punch attacks him without warning. Growling, he shuts the light off and storms to the living room. Bakugou tosses the kit on the coffee table, plopping down on the couch to get this shit over with. He carelessly rips the alcoholic wipe’s package, tasting the bitter flavor now burning his tongue and hissing when he rubs the napkin on his bloody scratch.

Unraveling the gauze, Bakugou realizes something is off. He hears no laughter or snarky comment coming at him. Ironically, the living room feels dead; it’s as if someone came in with a vacuum and sucked out any hint of warmth in this place. The blonde man glances at his palm with a frown. Usually, you’re the one tending to his wounds while scolding at him for his reckless behavior. He pretends to hate it, but deep down, he appreciates how much you love him.

Bakugou wishes he’d done the same for you that night.

“Babe, I’m home!” You kick off your shoes near the front door. A hand massages your neck as you crave for a nice, hot bath to soothe your sore muscles; work has been a pain in the butt lately. Once the keys fall in the bowl, you realize how everything is eerily quiet. There’s no ruckus coming from the kitchen or a delicious smell greeting you by the entrance.

You raise a curious eyebrow and walk down the hallway. Each step grows more burdensome, the floor creaking under your tense weight. Turning the corner, you see your boyfriend sitting on the couch. He’s hunched over as his fingers anxiously twiddle above his knees. Despite looking down, you notice the permanent scowl on his face and become worried, “Katsuki?”

“You’re an hour late,” he grumbles, still not looking up.

“I got held up at the office,” you cautiously approach to the brutish man with a slight frown. The black bag settles on the coffee table, “There was so much paperwork to get done before the deadline. I also needed to help out Shimizu—”

“Can’t that dumbass ask someone else?!” Bakugou barks like a mad dog, his heated eyes glaring straight at you. They catch you off guard, “Aren’t there other extras at your damn agency who can help? Or do you love spending time with him, huh?”

You seethe, “What the hell is your problem, Katsuki? He’s the new sidekick, and my boss assigned me to show him the ropes. Nothing is happening between us, so calm the fuck down!”

“Like I fucking believe that!” Bakugou shoots up from his spot, the ground shaking from his harsh stomps, “Why does he keep calling you after work-hours? Why is he always so close to you while you two are out on patrol?”

“Oh my gosh, this again?!” You exasperatedly throw your hands over your head. “Are we really gonna argue about this shit? Katsuki,” you march closer to him, pinching your nose for a quick second, “For the millionth time: Nothing. Is. Happening. Between. Us! Why don’t you believe me?!”

Bakugou scoffs, and a flash of irritation crosses your face, “What do you want me to do, huh, Katsuki? Do you want me to quit my job—”

“Fuck yeah I do!” He interrupts, making your mouth fall in astonishment. Did your ears hear those words correctly? His mouth starts running on its own, “At least it will give me some peace of mind knowing you’re not screwing around with him behind my back—”

Bakugou freezes when a harsh slap strikes his cheek.

Tears well up in your mortified eyes. It’s unclear whether they are like this because of his offensive words or the fact you laid a hand on him. Either way, you back away from the stunned pro hero. The hand that delivered the blow continues to shake uncontrollably; you bring it closer to your chest. Bakugou finally comes to his senses and blinks his pale eyes at you.

After the shock subsides, you furiously jab a finger at him, screeching, “How dare you accuse me of doing something like that! How dare you accuse me of cheating on you when all I ever did was love you!”

“Wait!” Bakugou stumbles over his feet, and you stagger backward, “Shit, no. I-I didn’t mean—”

“Don’t!” The razor-sharp tone cuts through with as much strength as Kirishima’s hardening quirk. Bakugou stops in his tracks. Your body quivers with tears raining down to your chin, “Don’t apologize…don’t come after me…we’re through.”

The last thing Bakugou hears is the front door loudly slam behind you; he’s sure everyone in Japan heard it. And the first thing he feels after you’re gone is his broken heart wallowing in pure agony.

Bakugou punches the cushion, muffling down a cry trying to escape his lips. He’s living in a nightmare that never ends. The bitter breakup constantly replays in his mind, haunting his thoughts. It reminds him of how pathetic his life is right now. Every morning he notices the tear stains getting larger on his pillowcase, and every night, before going to bed, he feels the emptiness expanding on his right side.

His bed is now just cold, unwelcoming, and unnecessarily giant—he hates it.

Bakugou rushes back to his room, randomly picking a pair of gray sweatpants and putting them on. The lamp’s light barely helps him as he searches for his black sweater; it lounges on his chair, and the hero hurriedly pulls the hoodie over his head. The last thing he grabs is his keys and phone before exiting his apartment. After suffering in this hell hole for three weeks, he’s desperate for an escape.

Fortunately, the weather is tolerable for his late-night journey. However, he would trudge through anything—heavy rain, typhoon-like winds, massive snowbanks—to get to you. In his mind and heart, Bakugou knows he needs to make things right with you. Sure, you two fight and argue, but it never goes too far except for that regrettable night; he crossed a line. You are the best thing in his life, and he foolishly let your relationship slip through his fingers like sand. Bakugou needs you, and for once, he’ll push his bloated pride aside to beg for your forgiveness.

But first, he has the find you. It won’t be an easy feat considering you could be anywhere; he figures you’re staying at a friend’s apartment, and Bakugou accepts the fact it will be a long night. Pulling the dark hood over his head, he shoves his hands inside the pockets and treks down the bare streets to begin his journey.

The first two stops are a complete miss. One friend answers the door with droopy eyes and a roaring yawn—she has no idea where you are. The second friend scratches his wild bed hair; he’s so tired that he accidentally calls Bakugou “Shadow Dude” and shakes his head when asked if you’re staying in his apartment. Bakugou wonders if both your friends lied to him, but he gives them the benefit of the doubt and picks up the pace.

He arrives at the next apartment, praying that you’re here. Third time’s the charm, right?

Climbing the never-ending stairs, he finally reaches the fourth floor. Bakugou’s eyes bounce until they land on the correct apartment number. With a deep sigh, he knocks on the door a couple of times, hoping it’s loud enough to wake up your friend; the hero stops after no one answers him. His forehead softly hits on the door, a muffled thud echoing around him. Just as Bakugou turns around, the door creaks, and a faint voice stops him in his tracks, “K-Katsuki?”

Wobbling by the door with confused eyes is you; Bakugou’s breath hitches as his stance falters. He wonders if you’re just a figment of his imagination that will disappear in a blink of an eye. When you don’t, he slowly steps forward as if he’s walking on thin ice, putting the hood down. Your vision finally adjusts to the dim light shining in the hallway, and Bakugou whispers, “Hey…”

“What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t sleep…”

“That makes two of us,” you mumble and lean against the doorframe. Despite this, your cold glare forces the hero to stay in place, “I’m still upset with you.”

“I know,” Bakugou lowers his head in shame. You glance at his bandaged hands, and your scowl softens at his lousy attempt to fix the wounds. Did he injure himself again? Bakugou rakes one hand through his messy hair, “What I said to you wasn’t right; I know you would never betray my trust, but I let my stupid jealousy cloud my damn thoughts. I’m a fucking idiot with a big ass mouth.”

You swallow a small gulp, “Yeah, you are.”

Bakugou tests the water by taking another step. This time you don’t say anything to stop him, and he takes it as a sign to get closer. Unconsciously, you cross your arms over your chest and gaze at your purple slippers shuffling on the cold tile floor. Your heart pounds like a jackhammer as the electricity buzzes impatiently in the thick air.

A dark shadow looms over your personal space. You hesitate to raise your head, but Bakugou’s warmth radiating off his body convinces you otherwise; he leaves only a slight gap between you two. Now that Bakugou is close, you notice the deep anguish whirling through his eyes; it’s like staring at your own reflection—a shudder runs down your spine.

“I’m sorry,” he croaks, shutting his eyes for a moment. “I’m sorry for hurting you so much with my ignorant ass. You mean so much to me that I can’t take another second sleeping in that bed alone. I fucking miss you…”

Bakugou’s hands slide up your jittery arms, reawakening the spark that almost died inside you. He pleads like a desperate man, “Please give me a second chance…I love you too much to have you out of my life.”

Two arms instantly circle his neck, clinging onto him like no tomorrow. Your quiet sniffles reach his right ear, and Bakugou hugs you tighter in his warm embrace. Ghostly kisses pepper down your face until he captures your lips and pours his entire heart and soul into you. Delicate fingers run through his ashy hair and give it a soft tug as you smile against his lips, “I hate how much I love you, Blasty.”

A chuckle rumbles through his chest.

“Now c’mon,” you pull him inside the apartment, guiding the hero to your room, “We both need to catch up on our beauty sleep.”

Bakugou agrees with a soft grunt.

Climbing into bed together, you two finally fall soundly asleep in each other’s arms for the first time since the breakup.

And that’s the second prompt crossed off from this bingo card! Which once will be next? Stay tune!

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brelione · 4 years

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The Surfer And The Siren

The Shell,The Phone and The Date

JJ had picked up the shell,Pope insisting that it had simply gotten caught in the propellers and had somehow escaped and landed on the dock.JJ knew it was bullshit,that it had to have been cause by the same thing that he had seen that morning.That thing had been you.

You wanted to stay at the dock in hopes of seeing him tomorrow morning but you had to get back to the cave to see Richard.You went up to the surface for a moment,taking in a little bit of air,looking over to John.B’s house.An interesting thing it was,messy,run down and always full of laughter.You grinned to yourself before going back under the water,getting back to your cave a long while before Richard.

JJ put on his hat,John.B patting his back and telling him to “Just go for it”.The blonde was standing outside with the pogues,getting ready to go inside and talk to Richard in hopes of getting a date with you.JJ nodded,opening the door,bell jingling and alerting Richard.He was calm tonight,not worried about you getting kidnapped by Ward or something like that.

“Evening,Jesse.What can I do for you?”Richard asked,his voice raspy from his coughing.JJ bit his lip,playing with his fingers nervously. “Um...so (Y/N)....does she have a phone?”JJ asked,chewing the inside of his cheek as he waited for an answer.Richard chuckled at his nervousness. “You’ve got a crush,I see.I can give you a number and she’ll answer you when she can.She’s a busy girl.”Richard chuckled,grabbing his pen and notepad,hand shaking slightly as he wrote down his own phone number and handing it back to JJ.

JJ’s eyebrows furrowed,trying to figure out why it was so easy and if this was a trick of some sort.JJ thanked him quietly,leaving the store and holding up the paper slip. “I got the number.”He smiled,Kiara hitting his arm in excitement. “You got the number?”She asked.JJ nodded,putting the paper in his pocket while Pope just stood,completely shocked.

“So what now?Are you going to call her?”He asked.JJ frowned,realising that he hadnt even thought that far ahead yet. “Not today but maybe tomorrow morning.”He answered,tucking the paper into his pocket where it would be safe.

Richard locked the door,heading out the back and getting into his old car,starting it up and beginning his journey to your cave.You would be pleased to hear that the Maybank boy would be able to talk to you now.Thats what he thought,at least.He didnt know that you had gotten JJ to bring that shell inside.

That wouldn't really do much for you.You’d be able to hear him and see him for a split second if you were lucky but you couldn't communicate through that.You lifted yourself onto your rock,letting out a loud sigh as bubbles fizzed in the water due to the crashing waves outside.You grunted,lifting yourself out of the deep pool of water and onto the sand,rolling across in a disgustingly ungraceful way to grab a poptart and a t shirt from the bags that Richard had given to you,realizing that you were shirtless.

You smirked to yourself when you saw a shiny,pearl like shell,the object dragging itself across the sand and into your hand.You kept thinking back to the conversation you had heard between JJ and his friends,smiling at the thought.

You hoped you’d see him next time you went on land,maybe even get to talk to him.You lifted the shell to your lips,closing your eyes. “JJ Maybank.”You whispered,lifting it to your ear to hear chuckling. “John.B,you're the stupidest person I know!”You heard him exclaim,followed by a small cough. “You just choked on a dorito so fuck you!”John.B shouted back before the sound got muffled by something,probably someone sitting on it or something getting thrown on top of it.

You watched an Iphone get dropped down the opening in the rocks,followed by Richard’s rope latter as the old man held onto it,climbing down. “Guess what.”He grinned,brushing the sand off of the phone.You raised an eyebrow,opening a sundae flavored pop tart. “The Maybank boy asked for your number,you dont have a number but I gave him mine so now you can take this,”He waved the phone in the air.

“And you can get some blonde boy dick.”He exclaimed,putting it down on top of the dry string bag.You felt your face grow hot,biting into to poptart. “Shut the fuck up,Rich!What do I even say to a teenage boy?Its been like...a couple of decades since I made a new guy friend.What do people even talk about now?”You asked,sliding back into the water,getting off the sand that had gotten stuck between your scales.

He shrugged,sitting down and putting his feet in the water. “Maybank,he’s a real ladies man.He’s probably gonna have something to talk about.If you go on land with him next month you need to stay safe,away from cops and away from the Cameron’s.Dont tell him about yourself either,you already know that.”He grabbed for your poptart,breaking off the corner.You sighed,flicking your fins to make the ends touch.

“So if I hang out with him next month you wont be mad?”You asked,pulling the wet cotton black shirt away from your skin,water drops dripping from it.He shook his head,taking the poptart wrapper from you and putting it into his pants pocket so he could throw it away when he got back to his house. “I wont be but Blue probably will.”He answered,eyes focusing on the bubbles at the surface.

You bit the inside of your cheek,tightening your hand around the shell before tossing it to the bottom of the pool. “The dryads missed you a lot.Word around the island says that a ton of little girls with green hair were running around the docks the other day.None of em’ speak english though,I think you’ve got to talk to them and remind them that this place isnt like it used to be.

Maybe go up to the river tomorrow to see them so I dont have too.”He pulled at the wrinkly skin of his wrists,kicking his feet back and forth under the water.You nodded,scratching at your eyebrow. “I mean,they’re trees.They cant really do much damage except stealing donuts and giggling for no god damn reason.”You shrugged,hoping you wouldnt have to go and talk to the dozens of tree children.

As you thought about it,flicking your fin back and forth under the unnaturally warm water the phone dinged.You gasped,lifting your hand up,the smart phone colliding with your palm.You let out an excited squeal,smacking Richard on the arm.

Hey :) Its JJ,the blonde guy from the store last night.

“Is it him?”Richard asked,equally excited.You nodded,staring at the text. “Well what did he say?”Richard asked,falling into the water as he tried to see what the boy had said. “Oh my holy Jesus-he’s totally flirting with you right now!”He exclaimed,gripping the rock and pulling himself out of the water,shaking slightly as he did so.You began to type,Richard trying to see what you were saying. “What are you typing?”He asked impatiently.

Hey :) Richard said he gave you my number,you typed out,staring at it to make sure that it looked okay before sending it.

“She read it!”JJ exclaimed,watching as three floating dots came across the bottom of his screen. “Is she answering?”KIara asked,leaning across the couch to watch as you typed. “What do I say?”He asked,not wanting to fuck up.Pope became intrigued,looking at the screen.

“Ask her how her day went.”Pope suggested,trying to read upside down as JJ typed. “No-that’s dry texting.Get into depth and ask her about her political views and what she wants to do with her life and what her zodiac sign is!”Kie argued,trying to take the phone from JJ. “What the fuck,Kie?I dont want to freak her out!”JJ exclaimed,checking how long it had been since you sent the text.

Two minutes. “Fuck,now she thinks im ignoring her.You know what?Im just gonna ask what shes doing.”JJ went to type,only to have John.B shout at him. “GIrls hate that!Ask her how she knows Richard!”John.B urged him to type quickly.JJ typed as fast as he could go without making any spelling mistakes,sending the text.

He watched nervously as he saw the ‘read’ receipt,waiting for you to answer him. “Family friend,living situation is kind of complicated ig.”He read out loud,biting his lip as he thought about what to say. “Relatable lmao I go between my friend’s houses all the time”He replied,hoping he hadnt gone too far into detail about his person life.

You bit at your tumb nail,Richard asking you what was happening but you shushed him. “Felt that.My parents decided to head out when I was like seven so that sucks.”You answered,leaning so that you were half in and half out of the water,your arms stretched outwards as you typed.

He was really fast at replying,agreeing that it sucked that your parents abandoned you and also explaining that his mother had done the same when he was six.You knew that you felt a connection to him for other reasons besides the fact that he looked exactly like your deceased lover,grinning slightly to yourself. “Twinsies.So hows your life going now?”You sent the message,cringing at the vocabulary.

That probably wouldve got you sent to an insane asylum if you had said that in the forties.You put the phone down for a moment,letting Richard read the messages as you swam to the bottom of your pool quickly,searching for the shiny shell that you had heard the blonde through earlier.You picked it up,kicking off the bottom with your fins and wiping the hair from your forehead when you resurfaced,attempting to dry your hands on the rocks.

You wiped a water drop from your nose with the back of your hand,whispering into the shell.Richard smiled,asking you to let him listen to it for a second.You let him,watching as he held the shell to his ear with one hand,the other hand going to cover his mouth. “What?What are they saying?”You asked,taking the shell back and trying to focus on listening. “He’s gonna ask you on a date!Get the phone-get the phone-get the phone!”He whispered loudly,too excited to grab it himself.

You used your arms to semi drag yourself out of the water,reaching for it. “Im getting the phone!Chill the fuck out!”You giggled,staring at the screen. “Is he typing?”RIchard asked,nearly slipping as he got out of the pool and sat in the sand,squinting and watching the screen. “Do you wanna maybe hang out tomorrow?”You gasped at the message,screaming to Richard.

“He wants to hang out tomorrow!”You exclaimed,not knowing what to say. “Shit-telll him that you have work and that you cant hang out until….July 26th im pretty sure.”He answered,trying to recall when the next full moon would be.You sighed,pinching the bridge of your nose. “Thats a month from now.What would I be doing for a whole month straight?”You asked,trying to come up with a decent lie.

He bit the inside of his cheek,trying to think of a good answer. “Working and doing something confidential that you cant tell him about.Tell him that you’ll tell him about your job when he sees you so he’ll be more excited to see you.”Richard nodded to himself.

JJ frowned as your answer came onto the screen.By now Pope and John.B had fallen asleep,Kiara too interested in what was going on with you to sleep. “She says she has work too much and cant hang out until the 26th.”He grumbled.Kiara nearly shouted,instead taking his phone to make sure he had read it correctly.

She began to type,making JJ nervous. “Kie-Kie what are you doing!Dont send that without showing me!”He yelled,not caring if he woke up the boys.It was too late though,she already sent a text,smiling when she gave it back to him. Cool,I’ll see you then ig.Do you want to go to the beach or something? She had typed,pretending to be him.It wasnt that bad,in fact,he was glad that she had sent it cause he wouldnt have the balls to. “Yeah,okay.So like 8pm on the 26th?”Was your response,making him blush. “Sounds like a date.”He replied.

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backstamber · 4 years

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little hearts

summary: you find a notebook on the beach and cant help but look inside

warnings: none

word count: 869

a/n: also wrote this a while ago so dont judge lmao

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sarah has had a crush on you for a while and everyone knew it. even your brother jj and your friends knew it. but you? you didn't. you were oblivious to the longing looks sarah would give you whenever she sees you. you would sometimes catch her staring at you but just thought it was because she disliked you for whatever reason.

your friends tried to tell you that sarah is basically in love with you but you wouldn't believe it. that was till you found a baby blue notebook laying on the beach, the owner nowhere in sight.

you are a very curious person so you wanted to pick it up, but you didn't want to invade someones privacy.

you being you, you did it anyways.

the first few pages were notes from a history class with little drawings along the sides. you thought they were pretty cute. the drawings were mostly little smileys and flowers.

you flipped a few more pages it was mostly school notes and more little drawings till you stopped on a page filled with little hearts that had your name in them.

you did not expect that.

you stood up from the sand and ran over to john bs house because you knew your friends would be there.

when you opened the door, your friends where sitting there talking about another lead to john b's dad.

you cleared your throat to get their attention and threw the notebook on the table in front of them.

''does anyone know who this notebook belongs to?''

kie looks at you confused.

''its sarahs, why?''

you looked at the brunette in disbelief. sarah cameron liking you? yeah that's impossible. or is it?

''look through it''

kie looks at you confused once more but grabs the notebook anyways. she flips through it, stops at the page with the hearts and shows it to the boys. no one looks really surprised. jj looks at you.

''oh yeah she likes you. i thought you knew?''

you look at your brother like he grew two heads.

''no i didnt''

he laughs at your oblivion.

''well now you do. you should really return her notebook.''

you nod, agreeing with him.

''yeah i probably should. can i borrow the boat?''

john b smirks at you and nods.

- sarahs house -

as you neared sarahs house you grew nervous, thousands of whats ifs running through your head. did she actually like you?

you were standing on her porch probably looking like an idiot as you started to doubt yourself. why would the blonde beauty like you? a pogue and a poor one at that. you were about to turn around and head back to the boat when the door opened.

there she was. sarah cameron a true kook princess. she looked stunning, as always. she was wearing a bikini top with a white blouse opened over it and a pair of shorts.

she looked at you with confusion, you usually never were on this side of the outer banks.

''y/n what are you doing here?''

that question caught you off guard because you were just staring at her.

you held the notebook out to her

''uh, I just wanted to return this to you, you must've dropped it on the beach for something''

sarah looks at you in shock, hoping you hadn't read it yet but by her luck you probably did. it was not like it was a big secret she liked you, basically everyone but you knew and she wanted it to keep that way.

''did you read it?''

you didn't know whether you should be honest or lie but you went with being honest because if she actually likes you, you could get together.

''yeah.. i did. I'm sorry.''

''i should be sorry. this is probably really creepy and I get if you don't feel the same way. i would probably be really creeped out by something like this aswell. we can just forget about this and-''

you interrupted the blonde with a kiss.

you were going to pull away because you didn't feel her kiss back but as you tried to she put her hand on your cheek and pulled you back into her.

the kiss was soft and delicate, merely a gentle brushing of lips but it was everything you had dreamed of. you couldn't believe it, you were kissing sarah cameron. the girl you liked for years.

when air was much needed you pulled away and she leaned her forehead on yours, eyes still closed.

''you don't know for how long i wanted to do that''

you laugh at the blonde

''i think i have a good idea of how long''

sarah and you kept staring at each other, silence engulfing you. the silence was comfortable you could feel the love radiating of the two. both waiting for the other to make the next move.

her figuring it wasn't going to be you

''would you like to go out some time?''

you smile at the girl, obviously you weren't going to say no

''i'd really like that''

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kingofthieves · 3 years

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The Old Master - a Star Wars drabble

words: 1173

Characters: Obi Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano

Rating: G

Warnings: slight spoilers for season 5 of tcw

Summary: I’ve had this headcanon forever that after Twilight of the Apprentice, Ahsoka goes searching for information/closure and in her search discovers Obi Wan on Tatooine. I probably have enough content for like a 5000 word fic on this, but this is a drabble that wouldn’t leave my head. This specifically is a snippet of conversation that Obi Wan and Ahsoka have concerning her relationship to the Jedi order. Basically this is a 1200 word “drabble” that is definitely going to get added to!

ooO0Ooo

The silence was tense, just shy of awkward, and Ahsoka searched for something to fill it. She struggled to reconcile the tired old man in front of her with the brazen jedi master she remembered from her youth. Obi Wan busied himself with preparing the tea, saving the both of them from a truly awkward lull in the conversation. Eventually, she decided to go with a question, one she was genuinely curious about.

“Do you still call yourself a Jedi?”

There was a brief pause in his movements, a barely noticeable hitch that told her the question had caught him off guard. He turned away from her before answering, grabbing two face down glasses from a cupboard in the same movement.

“No, its not safe.” He stated simply, with his back still turned to her.

“And if it was safe? Would you?”

He turned to face her then, mouth parted as if to brush her off, but he seemed to catch the genuine nature of her question. Like he thought this question was a trap, like he had expected judgement for his answer.

“Yes.”

Ahsoka nodded at that, unsure if she was surprised by her answer. In her eyes, she supposed, master Obi Wan was still just that, a master. She kept silent even as Obi Wan stared at her expectantly for a comment. The kettle clicked, giving Obi Wan an excuse to face away from her once more as he asked what Ahsoka should have seen as the inevitable next question.

“Would you?” He asked her, implication clear.

To her credit, Ahsoka only fumbled for a moment before she answered with an odd confidence.

“Technically I never was one, so the question is moot.”

Obi Wan simply hummed, eyes downcast as he poured their drinks. He let them sit in the silence, and Ahsoka felt a stab of guilt at so pointedly avoiding the question. She had brought the subject up, after all.

“But…” she said, ready to amend her statement. “Even if I had been, I wouldn’t use the title now, it feels…” She trailed off rather lamely, unable to find the words. It wasn’t disrespectful, nor was it inaccurate, and she did not want to imply that she disapproved of Obi Wans view, just that she disagreed.

“I understand.” He stated with a seriousness that Ahsoka could not help but believe. He handed her a small sand-worn cup with steaming orange liquid inside. “H’kak bean tea, a Tatooine specialty” the last bit was said with a note of self deprecation, as if he did not believe anything on the planet to be worthy of the title of ‘specialty’. Ahsoka took the cup with quiet thanks, and followed as Obi Wan gestured for them to sit at the small couches that made up the dwellings living room. Obi Wan let them sit in silence for a moment, less awkward now that they had the beverages to focus on. Ahsoka supposed she should not have been surprised that the Jedi most known for his negotiating skills would know how to diffuse an awkward conversation. It gave her time to think, to consider what exactly she had wanted out of this conversation. Clearly she was searching for some sort of closure, maybe information. She tried to go through her foggy and jumbled memories of the clone wars, find a through line that could be turned into a conversation. She was startled out of her reverie by Obi Wans soft voice.

“You know, before you made your decision, there was talk among the council to consider counting what you went through as part your trials.” Ahsoka glanced up at him, stunned. “It just occurred to me that no one would have had the opportunity to inform you, I’m sorry.”

“It wouldn’t have influenced my decision” Ahsoka said quickly, with a surety she did not quiet feel.

“Of course.” Obi Wan said easily, with an agreeable smile.

“Which trials?” She asked, before quickly adding “Just for curiosities sake”. Obi Wan kept the soft smile.

“Skill, courage, and insight were pretty much unanimously accepted by the council. Master Plo Koon made an argument for Spirit as well, since your beliefs were so heavily questioned. Master Windu argued that you had suffered enough injury as part of your masters reckless plans that you had passed your trial of the flesh years prior.” He said the last part with a touch of the old dry humour Ahsoka had been so used to. Though she noticed the sadness that came over his features at the mention of Anakin, and the unwillingness to use his name.

“Master Windu… he thought I was ready to become a Jedi?” It genuinely surprised her. Mace Windu had never outright disliked Ahsoka, but his distrust of Anakin was blatant, and at the time Ahsoka had been quiet young, younger than most padawans when they took their trials.

“Master Windu was…pragmatic. He was focused on the war, he knew we needed more Generals, and he knew you would be capable.”

“As a Jedi? Or as a General?” Ahsoka asked, before she could help herself. She got a long pause as an answer.

“It was wartime, priorities were different.” Was all Obi Wan said. Well, that was enough of an answer she supposed.

“For what its worth” he continued “I would have voted to grant you the rank of Jedi Knight, had you chosen to stay.” He paused once more “And not because you were a good soldier.” he smiled at her kindly again.

“Thank you, master I-” she stumbled over her words slightly “That means a lot.” She said, hoping her earnestness came through. She tried not to let her conflicted feelings about the word soldier show, Obi Wan had meant it as a compliment. His smile had not wavered, so she guessed he had understood her sentiment. They sat for a few more minutes, Ahsoka watched the leaves settle in the last drops of her tea. The silence was companionable, even nice. An easy, comforting sort of silence that is dependent on the presence of an old friend. It was something Ahsoka had not felt in a long, long time. Eventually Obi Wan stood, gathering their cups and moving to the kitchen.

“You should rest.” He finally spoke. “I have a spare room, you can stay for the night.”

“I don’t want to intrude-“

“Nonsense, you’re a welcome guest. Besides, Tatooinian nights are horrid, and-” he fixed her with a look that was so achingly familiar that she had to break eye contact. A look that was normally saved for her and Anakin after a particularly dangerous mission, a look that said I worry for you and you push yourself too hard and, on rare occasions, I will strap you to this medical bunk myself if I have to.

“You really do need the rest” he finished.

Ahsoka relented, and was shown to a small but tidy room next to Obi Wans. She fell into a fitful, restless sleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

ooO0Ooo

I wrote this at 2:30am please go easy on me lmao

(this is strictly platonic!!!!!obisoka and if you read it otherwise i will stomp you to death with my hooves)

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pocket-void · 4 years

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Oh! Actually it slipped my mind but here’s the short story I wrote for my creative writing class. It’s not very long and it’s mostly a mood piece as my prof mentioned, but I like it ok. ^///^

(I actually recorded an audio reading of it for a friend of mine but I do not like it lmao, it sounds really melodramatic. He liked it though.)

Uuuh general heads up that it’s eldritch horror themed?

From the Journal of J. M. Jassby

I know now that I’m not in Hell.

To some degree I had always known, but a part of me honestly would have preferred that I be dead. But now, face to face with something my eyes had once ached to see again, I know.

This place is far, far worse.

I’m haunted. Haunted by these sights that once made me smile. Chased by what is, in a cruel twist of fate, what I had always wished for. What once would have made me weep with joy now only evokes within me an unspeakable terror. It’s not fair. I still feel tears in my eyes when I see them, but they’re nowhere near joyous, and they only blur my vision when I need it most; as I frantically weave between the rocky landscapes to find somewhere I can catch my breath. It’s not fair. I don’t want to remember them like this. I shouldn’t have to run when I see them. I shouldn’t have to feel sick to my stomach when I hear their laugh, or scramble to hide myself behind something when I hear their footsteps. Why? Why am I here? It’s not fair.

I don’t even have the time to grieve.

It mocks me. It’s on purpose, I know it. With their faces, with their voices. It knows, it has to. It knows how much each word digs its way into my already battered heart. It lures me out from hiding with its sweet promises and facades as if this were a fun game of charades, and knowingly laughs in the face of my despair. It knows. I know that it knows, that I am but a foolish and desperate woman who would fall for the same tricks over and over and over again with the stupid, naive hopes that it’ll somehow be different this time. That this time, I could possibly feel the warmth of holding my child in my arms again. That this time, I'd be able to lovingly kiss my husband's sleepy, unshaven face while looking into his eyes. I wish I could at least remember what color they were. Is that why I still look back? How could it possibly know?

It’s not fair.

It won’t leave me alone. I see it everywhere, and even if I don’t, it’s still there. I know because I can hardly breathe whenever it’s near. Which is often. Or maybe always. No, the tightness in my chest can’t just be from fear alone. It’s just...oh what do I even call it. It’s everything, but also nothing. Just like here. I’m in every nightmare that I could and couldn’t have possibly imagined having all at once, yet there’s nothing here. Nothing at all! Just dust, and sand, and rocks, and the pitch black sky that beckons to me. It tells me to stop running. And I agree. I don’t know why I still am either. There isn’t anywhere to go.

Perhaps a part of me still hopes, but I know that hope was dashed the moment I saw my son’s face turn into that...thing. I see it everytime I close my eyes. His smile twisting open into an endless array of jagged teeth, his eyes melting into black voids that would quickly begin to run down his face, and his cheerful laugh would morph into the distorted cackles of a monster. A part of me is still grateful that I can see my son’s face at all, but that’s probably why it laughs at me, isn’t it. Maybe I deserve it. As long as I still can’t let go, it will continue to feed me these false hopes while it mercilessly tears at what I had already barely been able to consider my sanity.

I miss them. I miss them so much. I can’t possibly describe in written words how much this hurts.

It hurts.

I ask myself sometimes if I would have preferred how my life was before. It’s such a tough choice. I hate to say that, because what kind of a person am I to think being endlessly chased by a monster is somehow better than my colorless home? It wasn’t always like that of course, but it felt like a nightmare too. Just...a different kind.

Now that I think about it, what difference did it truly make? I couldn’t speak to anybody. I couldn’t make out what anyone was saying. Hell, I couldn’t even recognize my own son’s face! It got so bad that I couldn’t even name the color of my sister’s hair and we were twins! Oh god I still don’t know...and I hate to admit that maybe that monster does.

I don’t even know when it started happening. I just remember it happening so suddenly. I woke up one morning and my husband didn’t have any eyes. None. Like they were simply wiped off his face. He laughed at me then, but I never saw them again. He kept laughing at me every time I told him, until he didn’t have a mouth to laugh with anymore. By then I couldn’t even talk to him. I’d speak but it was as if nobody could hear me. They’d gesture at me strangely and guide me to the nearest couch. I would scream. Scream at these faceless strangers with only the outline of someone I thought I loved. Eventually I couldn’t even go outside anymore, it was just too much. Or perhaps too little.

Surely I was losing my mind. Oh how terribly unlucky I must be! I remember crying, thinking it must’ve been something akin to alzheimers. And I remember cursing the terrible fate that must have befallen me. Why else couldn’t I recognize anybody? Why else couldn’t I register anybody’s voice? Why else couldn’t I even close my eyes and imagine my child’s smiling face for just a modicum of comfort? It wasn’t fair.

And to think that I was almost fully resigned to that hideous fate.

But my face in the mirror was always crystal clear.

I would stare at it for hours.

And I would loathe what reflected back at me from the deepest depths of my soul.

“Why?” I would ask. “Why are you here?”

In that nightmarish haze where I had become stuck between the real and unreal. I thought that I was somehow in Hell.

I must’ve been, I thought, for I couldn't imagine a place worse than somewhere I could never see nor remember my loved one’s faces ever again.

Maybe that’s why I’m still here.

Maybe that’s why I’m still running.

Even if these cherished faces are what ultimately kill me, I can’t bring myself to forget them again.

I just think that’s...unfair.

#im very tired and busy with work but ill be back u-u #mock writes #The Withering Beyond

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3. favourite line/scene you wrote this year?

woah what a question! i wrote so many words this year and i can hardly remember half of them lmao!

but i remember being very proud of the cave scene in ocean blue:

Finally, they break through the treeline and stumble onto sand.

It’s a tiny cove of beach, just a thin strip of white-gold that’s bordered by cliffs on either side, rockpools stretching out to the water and meeting the waves, foam spraying. Ben drags him along the sand, already flicking his sandals off. Callum follows suit, and he barely notices the sting of hot grains on his soles, instead breathing out at the familiarity of it.

Ben stops them by the edge of the rockpools, just before the rock itself merges with the sand, and where the foam of the waves fizzles out to a dull trickle.

“Be careful,” he says, stepping up onto the rock. “Try not to step on the sharp bits, you’ll probably fall and crack your head open.”

“Oh, very reassuring,” Callum murmurs, almost slipping as fizzling seawater hisses over the gleaming rock. Ben holds onto him closely, and they start to tread out closer to the cliffs, where huge boulders of rock rest like tiny mountains, deep red and lined with cracks of blue where sea wind has sunk its claws in.

Before long, the seawater is lapping at their knees. Or rather, Callum’s knees and Ben’s waist. Ben drags him along quickly, and suddenly everything goes strangely dark, as they tread light feet into the entrance of a small cave.

Beneath them, the floor of the cave is dome-like, deep but still translucent blue, and Callum can see all the tiny details of it, the shadows of starfish and tiny crabs huddled close on the rocks, seaweeds and dark sponges that splay themselves out when the sun hits through the water.

It takes him a while to notice the etchings on the cave walls, the white scrapes that have been carved into the clay red, and he tilts his head up as he marvels at all the names that are engraved, that are part of this little tucked away place.

Ben interlocks their fingers under the water, and they walk to the ledge of the rock and climb up, where the tide has dipped low enough for them to step carefully over the wet, exposed surface.

“I thought you said this place is a secret?” Callum says, reading over all the names, some faded, others fresher.

“It is,” Ben says. “Well, a local secret.”

The way Callum’s heart falls into his feet is a slow, gradual thing, a pull that turns his neck and the tips of his cheeks warm, that makes the wet air around them feel too hot. Ben just watches him for a moment, and then he steps forward slowly, eyes raking up the wall until he finds what he’s looking for, rolling up onto his tippy-toes and extending his arm up to point.

BEN MITCHELL.

It’s faded, worn down and almost lost against the rocks, but it’s there, large and bordered by tiny lines, almost like cartoon sunbeams. Just beside it, Callum sees JAY BROWN in an attempted cursive. He blinks up at them slowly, roams his gaze over the other names clustered there, the ones that are almost completely invisible, drawn over by someone else. Some he recognises, others he doesn’t, but there’s one, in particular, that stands out, brings Callum’s heart right back up and into his mouth.

PAUL COKER, it reads, directly below Ben’s name, accompanied with a tiny, wonky love heart.

“This place,” Ben starts, voice so soft that it’s almost lost under the distant swell, the muted lapping of the water behind them, “It means a lot to me. It’s where I first fell in love, I suppose.”

“Wow,” Callum breathes, and he tries to fully understand the scope of this, of Ben bringing him here, showing him this place he holds so close to his heart. He tries to understand how incredibly, intricately personal this is, and why Ben has let him see it. “It’s a beautiful place to fall in love.”

“Yeah,” Ben breathes, “it really is.”

“What was his name?” Callum asks, despite the fact he knows. But this is Ben’s story to tell, and he wants to give Ben every chance he gave Callum this morning.

“Paul,” Ben whispers, eyes wet with a sad smile as his finger brushes delicately over the caved name. He pushes his other hand along the tops of his thighs, curls his finger anxiously over his knee as he releases another long exhale. Callum stares, swallows thickly. He feels worlds away but like nothing could ever move him from this point in time.

“It was two summers ago, the best of my life,” Ben starts. Callum holds his breath against the intensity in his voice.

“Paul was special, Callum. So special, and his life was just taken from him as if he was nothing,” Ben continues quietly, wistfully, but his voice grows tight and panicked as he talks, eyes watering some more. Callum's heart spikes in his chest.

Darkness shadows across Ben’s face slowly, creeping in as his eyes grow dull, and he curls into himself again. He opens his mouth again, then snaps it shut, taking in a shuddery breath.

“You can stop if you want,” Callum whispers, gentle. “It’s okay.”

“Sorry, it’s just,” his eyes are misty again, “it’s hard to talk about him. But I want to. You—you opened up to me this morning, Callum, you told me your truths, and I think I owe you mine in return.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Ben,” Callum says. And he means it, more than anything.

“Maybe not,” Ben says. “But I want you to know every part of me, and this is the biggest.”

Callum gives Ben a soft, reassuring smile, and time, time to breathe, time to gather his thoughts and do this his way. The wind wisps its way into the cave, settles itself in Callum’s bones.

“Why don’t you start from the beginning, hey?” He says in the end, echoing Ben’s earlier words.

And Ben does, just as Callum had only hours earlier.

He tells Callum everything, from their first date, Ben running scared and hiding away for weeks, to their last moments, bright and brilliant until they weren’t, until they were broken down to splintering glass.

Callum suddenly feels like the cave has shrunk down, like the walls are scraping against his skin and his shoulders are hunched in painfully, knees tucked up into his chest as he listens to Ben speak, the distant, detached way he’s running his palms over the rock. He wasn’t expecting to hear all this, and now he isn’t sure he wants to, isn’t sure he deserves these explanations, these stories that feel too personal and too deeply ingrained in history to be ripped into the present.

“That’s awful,” Callum makes an odd sound in the back of his throat. “Ben, I’m so sorry.”

“It was,” Ben nods slowly. His fingers are still tracing over the rock, following the natural rivets, tracing letters. “And there was a time I thought I weren't gonna get through it. Ever. But Jay saw me through, he’s been the best.”

“I’m glad you had Jay. And Paul, he—he sounds beautiful,” Callum whispers, Ben’s head rolling to loll on Callum’s shoulder. “I can feel his warmth in your stories.”

Ben’s face tucks further into Callum’s shoulder, and gradually, Callum lets his cheek rest atop Ben’s head, the two of them resting together, eyes wet, Ben silent as he breathes slow and measured. In the distance, Callum feels that oncoming wave again, can hear that warm fizzle, that buzzing in his fingertips.

“And I think he’d be proud of you, too,” Callum continues quietly, the words escaping before he can stop them, finds heat at his neck as he speaks. “The way you’re still going, that you keep coming back here. That you could have left and gave it all up, but you’re still here. Persevering, and not letting anybody tell you who to be, or what to feel. And you should know that I admire you for that, and I…I really like you, you make me feel like I have something to belong to, and to become.”

He finds Ben’s hand, rests his fingers in the gaps between Callum’s own.

Ben pulls away a little, facing Callum fully, and when Callum meets his eye carefully, he finds that Ben’s are shiny, full, brows pinched as he stares right back, something akin to a revelation passing over his features, something Callum feels in his chest when Ben blinks, lashes gone clumped.

“It’s been so long since I cared about anyone,” he says. “But I care about you, Callum. And that’s why I brought you here today.”

“I’m so happy you did, Ben,” Callum says, voice tight and eyes wet. “It’s beautiful.”

“This place, Secret Beach as it’s unoriginally known as now, it’s like the heart of our town,” Ben explains. “It’s hidden away and some of the locals don’t even know it exists, but that’s what makes it so special? And you deserve special, Callum.”

Callum stares at him, dumbfounded and flushed, almost shrinking under the intensity of Ben’s gaze, under the open and vulnerable wideness of his eyes, the earnestness of his shuddering chest, the refracting light on the water shimmering and dancing on his cheeks. Then Ben bends down, and he dislodges a small rock from the pool beside them, slippery and shining and sharp, and he loops his tan, calloused fingers around Callum’s wrist gently, places the rock in his palm and curls his fingers over the smoothness of it.

“Ben,” Callum breathes, staring down at the rock in his hand, at Ben’s fingers folding over his own.

“Go on,” Ben lifts his hands away, and he gestures his head towards the cave wall, towards years and years of traditions and secrets and heartache and grief. “Do it.”

“I can’t,” Callum says, and his voice is caught in his throat suddenly, overwhelmed and unsure of himself.

“I want you to,” Ben says, fiercely. “Really want you to.”

Callum just stares at him for so long, the rock in his palm seeming to weigh his hand down. He can’t help but feel that there’s something else here, something more that Ben isn’t saying, the most vulnerable and delicate parts of him are still hidden by that wall of glass, that Callum’s only just starting to crack through. Other things, though, have already shattered the glass completely, and it scares Callum somewhat, the thought that he’s managed to break down that barrier. It scares him because he doesn’t quite know what to do now that he’s smashed his way through.

Turning slowly, Callum runs his fingers over the damp wall, and finds a place to squeeze his name in, where there’s a smooth gap of deep red. Slowly, and carefully, he carves; CALLUM HIGHWAY, SUMMER ‘19, into the rock, fingers shaking as he scrapes the colour away and leaves white scratches, leaves his name imprinted here. It’s more than the lingering bruises on Ben’s neck, more than the borrowed grey hoodie on his back, more than the paint on Ben’s hands, than pencil marks and colour etched there.

It’s more than the Summer.

It’s a piece of him permanently etched here.

When he lowers the rock, there’s stuttered fuzziness to his heartbeat. Ben reaches for his wrist again, and he slowly pulls them back into the water, where it’s cool against their grazed knees, and they kiss slow, unhurried, wet lips, hair trailing rivets of water along their necks and shoulders.

Callum feels something shift between them, and he opens his mouth up wider, clings close, because he doesn’t ever want to let this go.

and ben and callum’s first kiss in weekend kings made me feel so much whilst writing it!

Their mouths touch again, and it’s molten, soft and melty and cautious, Ben’s bottom lip caught wetly between Callum’s. Ben has to let out a shudder of a breath, toes curling up so hard it hurts as he starts to twist his fingers in Callum’s hair. Ben feels out of body, like he can register each touch and press, he can hear the rain tapping heavy fingers on the rooftop and the low buzz of the record player and the rasp of Callum’s breathing but it doesn’t feel real.

But it is real, so real. And it’s the most intimate moment of Ben’s life, standing in the dark, holding the warm body of this soft boy, kissing him, tender and so full of feeling.

It’s Callum who pulls away the next time, and when he doesn’t duck straight back in, Ben peels his eyes open slowly to look up at him, panics.

Callum’s chest is rising and falling noticeably, his eyes intense and gentle all at once, hooded but so open. They’re locked together for a beat, and time seems to stand still for them. All of a sudden, the rain is gone, and there’s just silence. It’s just him and Callum, standing on this invincible plane, bound together.

“How long?” Callum asks, their faces still pressed up close. He’s so warm, burning up under Ben’s touch.

“So long,” Ben answers honestly. “So fucking long.”

“I’m sorry,” Callum breathes past his lips, muffled by another kiss. “‘M so clueless. Is it too late? Please tell me it ain’t too late?”

“No,” Ben hushes him, tries to pull him closer again with a nudge to his hip, but Callum shakes his head lightly and just stares down at Callum “It ain’t too late. It couldn’t ever be too late.”

4. total number of words you wrote this year?

174,115 apparently

15. something you learnt this year?

oh uh... that i write too much fic?

nah, joking, there's no such thing as too much fic!!!! i’m not sure if this counts exactly, but i think i’ve gotten a lot better at writing dialogue ... maybe!

21. most memorable comment/review?

firslty, i literally remember all the comments people leave on my fics because it means so soooo much to me that people like my writing enough to leave a comment! and there’s been so absolutely gorgeous ones this year i couldn’t of ever imagined receiving! but any comment by the likes of @ballumory @eastendies @totallyradioactive15 always make me cry!!!

#thanks gemma!#asks #calthighway

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