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flonkertn · 1 year ago

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𝐈𝐕𝐘 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : rafe cameron x pogue!reader , jj maybank x pogue!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : cheating, sexual references, a little angsty (i need to write jj comfort i feel so bad), swearing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.9k (future chapters will hopefully be longer!!)

𝐚/𝐧 : my first series aah! i’m actually so excited i’ve wanted to publish my writing for so many years. the series will be heavily inspired by the song ‘ivy’ by taylor swift, some chapters more so by the lyrics but i’m trying to capture the vibe of the song as well (it’s my most listened song this month help me). feedback would be greatly appreciated!! pls enjoy <3

White flurries drifted slowly down in the winter air, most falling to the ground just to be swallowed whole by the ocean of snow that lay beneath, but some clinging to the cool, frosty glass of your window which provided them an eerie home.

Soft sunlight crept over the curved edges of the clouds, it’s fingertips clinging to the rounded corners mercilessly, it’s rays dappling as they peeked through the now raindrops that sat waiting on the panes, barely illuminating the room and forcing a glow to sit idly on your skin.

Beams bounced off the cluttered walls in an attempt to bring forth life, appearing to work as your droopy eyelids pry open and expose your quickly dilating pupils to the world that surrounds you.

While the air outside is cold, your skin absorbs the radiating warmth of the limp body resting beside you, bones slotting into the crooks of your figure and hugging your frame so gently, ghosting above as though you were formed from glass.

Yet, as your eyes scanned the room, the arm that sits snaked around your waist tightened it’s grip, subconsciously holding you close despite the soft snores that begin to ring through your ears.

Flashes of the night before pass through your mind, fuzzy and grainy and out of order, but as your gaze meets a downturned picture on your nightstand, a golden frame that encases a photograph of your boyfriend, the oh so familiar guilt builds back up in the pit of your stomach, and you know exactly whose arm is currently tugging at your hips.

Rafe Cameron.

The ill-defined affair with the Kook Prince had been consuming you for the past 3 months, and you were certain you’d called it off, but he always seems to crawl his way back into your head, and your sheets.

You knew it was wrong, and you knew that it would kill JJ if he found out, he’d burn the world to the ground and take himself with it, but Rafe just seemed to have a hold on you, this ability to control your every move wether you liked it or not, and you sure as hell liked it.

Fingertips traced over his knuckles as you peered down at his strong arm, his hot breath falling on your neck and melting the hair and the fabric and anything else that stood between his lips and your skin, eating away at it desperately just so his mouth could briefly make contact.

Bold, black letters forced their way into your peripheral as you pushed your head ever so slightly to the side, careful not to wake the sleeping lion, the tamed beast, that inched it’s way further into you. The digits “7:16” planted on the clock and assured you that you had at least 2 hours before JJ would be awake, let alone be making his way over to your apartment.

“Rafe” Your voice was barely a whisper, but enough to make the body next to shift in it’s place and bring it’s limp head up to meet your gaze, a smug grin tugging at the corners of it’s mouth as it leant in for a kiss.

“Mornin’ , princess” He rasped, planting a few more on your cheek and jawline before flopping down onto his back, rubbing his forehead between his fingers, pinching at the skin, and turning to look at you again.

You said nothing. You knew you should just tell him to leave but you couldn’t muster the strength, opting instead for a cold glare and a gentle sigh, the look in his eyes competing with the one in yours, neither of you seeming to gain the upper-hand.

“Maybank on his way?” His body turned away from yours, pushing up from the mattress with his wide-spread palms before his feet made lonesome contact with your cold, wooden floor and reaching for his previously abandoned boxers.

“No we got a couple hours, he’ll still be asleep” You sat up, forcing your eyes away from his figure just as he turned back around, so predictable.

“Really?” You could hear the smile in his tone, accompanied by the metal clang on the floor as he dropped his long-forgotten trousers, the belt still looped through the fabric hooks due to the anticipation you both felt last night, rushing through each “step”, as you called it, desperate to feel your bodies sticking to one another once more.

The mattress sunk, taking you with it as it compensated for the pressure of the new weight it was forced to carry. You could sense how smug Rafe felt, just how wide his shit-eating grin really was, the feeling flowing off of him and into you like a soundwave.

“A few hours.” He quips.

You reluctantly nod, knowing he’s just trying to rub it in, the fact that you slept with him. Not your boyfriend, but him. You kissed him and fucked him and fell asleep in his arms and now you were inviting him to stay, a series of events that you’d both lived through on multiple occasions, but somehow Rafe got more and more proud of himself each time it happened, it seemed to boost his ego further, if that was possible.

Before you could argue, or even think to, his hands were wrapped around your body again, dragging you on top of him and kissing you more, fingertips grazing your skin and massaging in his touch, pressing it into you as if to mark his territory and clinging to your plush thighs which sat either side of his waist, an action he knew would pull a smile from the depths of your heart and paint a hazy, rose blush across the apples of your cheek. And it did.

“So happy you have a lazy boyfriend.” The barely coherent murmur was trapped in between your lips and sent a vibration down your throat, allowing you to register what he said and swat at his bicep, and yet he only deepened the kiss and sent a groan down your throat, his smirk present against your skin.

A few moments pass, lips pushing into his before you pull away, watching as his head runs after you like a lost puppy, trying to win you back. “You should still get up though, he’ll be here by the time you get out of the shower.”

He lies there, dumbfounded, brows furrowed and eyes glued to you as you climb off of him and out of bed, sliding your feet into the security of your slippers and taking his shirt for yourself, the hem falling at your upper-thighs as the rest of the fabric drowned your figure.

“I’ll start on breakfast.”

His voice chases after you as he shouts, “I do not take that long!”, but you continue down the hall and into your kitchen, a wide smirk playing on your lips as the springs of the bed creak, indicating that Rafe is taking your advice.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

JJ’s knuckles were turning white by the time you opened the door, his unnecessarily aggressive knocking jolting you into action shortly after Rafe left, every part of your brain working to remind you who you were actually dating and reciting each detail of the blonde boy like a worm in your ear so you knew how to react when you opened the door, a process you’d now become accustomed to.

“Hi hon-“ He cut you off as he pushed his way inside, moving you with his hands that pressed into your hips as he shut the door behind him. “How come you haven’t been answering your phone?”

His eyes were wide and ridden with concern, shifting between your own so vigorously and pulling you just a little closer, knowing if you stood any nearer to him he’d kiss you before you had the chance to answer his question.

But your eyes were wide too, face filled with guilt and fear and hesitation, searching your brain for an excuse like your life depended on it.

The precious feeling of his calloused fingers on your supple skin should’ve brought you comfort and eased the ache that you felt in your ever-tightening chest, but despite the incandescent love that his touch brought forth, and the memories that it produced, it can’t seem to ease your rapid and raging heart, whose beat pounds against your ribs and begins, in a desperate attempt, to claw it’s way out of your body and break free.

“My phone is still in my room, on charge.” Gesturing down the hall and smiling as you shook your head a little, trying to persuade him as best you could. After he paused for a moment, a split second, but still a moment too long for your liking, you raised your eyebrows and forced your smile to grow, hoping and praying that he’d agree and move on.

JJ wasn’t even considering that you were lying, he trusted you, and he didn’t think twice about your phone. It wasn’t until he pressed a long-awaited kiss to your lips and strutted into the kitchen that the subtle and innocent doubt started to seep in.

“How come you’ve used two plates for your breakfast?”

You froze. You just froze. There was no movement or reaction besides your breath hitching and a slight stumble backwards, so movement indeed, but you didn’t process it. Your brain was scrambled and mouth couldn’t function, you were paralysed and what was a second for him, was almost an hour for you.

The relaxed muscles in JJ’s back were staring at you, his eyes focused on the messy countertops that lay before him and not the horror that ensued behind;the fear that you currently exerted. And your brain longed to copy the relaxed stance of the body in front of it, but it couldn’t.

“I uh.. I wanted eggs and I wanted pancakes and…” You were rambling, your mouth was moving and white noise was falling out without it being processed by the rest of you. You couldn’t bare to watch as JJ turned around to face you, his expression awfully calm given the circumstances, but then again, he didn’t know what you knew.

“...I can’t have sweet and savoury on the same plate! Madness J, honestly.” Now you were accusing him of being mad? God, it was pathetic. It was like you were in a car crash and you were somehow the car.

But he just smiled, chuckling to himself a little as he lowered his head, as he took a step further and kissed you once more, hands tangled in your hair which manages to ease your aching momentarily.

“You’re so weird when it comes to food.”

His body pushes gently past you and towards your bedroom, releasing a ground-shaking breath from your lips, so loud you wonder if it echoes in JJ’s ears the same way it does yours.

It had been so long since you’d slept with Rafe, or done anything with him that the tension felt so strange and new, like the first time it happened.

You didn’t know how to act around JJ, flinching at his touch and zoning out once your eyes finally registered the “on my way love” that sat expectantly on your phone screen. Eventually you learnt to deal with it, to suppress the fear and memories and things went back to normal, at least around JJ they did. Yet somehow, now it was worse than ever before. You’d spoken to him for, what? Thirty seconds? And yet you felt as though you’d never be able to breathe again.

You’d had sex with Rafe dozens of times, stayed over at his, slept in his arms and kissed him in the confinement of any walls that could surround you, whispered sweet nothings into his ears and let him do the same to you, caught and memorised the glint in his eye whenever you smiled. But you didn’t mean it, and at least JJ didn’t see it.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @sadfury @f4ll-for-you

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ladydisasterinthemaking · 2 years ago

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Not my circus, not my monkeys.

Danny couldn’t believe it. He graduated high school with better grades than he imagined. Everything was also falling into place. His parents had accepted him as a halfa, and nothing bad has happened for almost a year now.

Well, he graduated, yes, but his grades weren’t on his sister’s level. Still, it was something he was proud of. Between making sure that Amity Park is safe from ghosts, going to Clockwork every now and then, and making sure he doesn’t fail at any of his classes, the road to a diploma was a hard one. (Although for some reason, the number of ghost attacks had gradually decreased until his usual rogues stopped attacking. They still visit Amity Park, but only to talk, hang out, or spar with him. It was strange at first, but he eventually got used to it.)

And now, in a few weeks, he is officially moving to Metropolis for college to become an engineer. It wasn’t what his younger self wanted, what with wanting to be an astronaut (not that he could be one, after what happened to him in the lab), but it was something more than what he thought he could ever accomplish.

(The deal-breaker was his parent's promise to protect Amity Park. He would have stayed and enrolled at Amity Community College, but his parents told him to live his life to the fullest.)

To celebrate their milestones together, Danny, Sam, and Tucker, together with Jazz as their chaperone for the summer, have decided to go wander around Metropolis and its neighboring cities as 'tourists' (Tucker and Sam had decided to go to Metropolis University, too, with the former studying Computer Science while the latter would take Journalism), partly because they will spend the rest of their college years in the city, and partly because compared to the other cities, Metropolis was safer because of Superman.

That means they can go anywhere and not fight.

'Not my circus, not my monkeys', as the saying goes.

Then Lex Luthor and Superman decided to duke it out in front of the Daily Planet, while the four of them were caught in a bank robbery.

The large LED TV inside the bank showcased the man of steel fighting the billionaire genius as the robbers scare everyone into submission with their guns.

The four of them looked at the LED TV, then at the robbers, and came to a decision.

Superman was in the middle of fighting Luthor when he heard the cries of various civilians, and a couple of criminals demanding a bank to let them in their vaults.

Then he heard gunshots.

Fearing for the worst, he quickly defeated Lex, told the cops to ship him back to prison, and flew to the bank, just to see a floating white-haired meta and a teenage girl conjuring plants tying up and freezing the robbers. In the corner was another boy typing on a PDA, and a red-headed girl comforting the other people in the bank.

The four people in question froze upon noticing Superman.

Two large vines immediately snatched the redhead and the other boy, while the white-haired meta phased them down the bank's floor.

So much for the saying, 'Not my circus, not my monkeys'.

(This is terribly written. I haven’t done my research. Sorry for the quality of this short fic.)