#kie you're a genius

[hyperdramas]

dokyeom with a talented cook s/o

warnings: mentions of overreating & being self-conscious about weight, a single the bear reference

now playing: flamingo, kero kero bonito (2020 lyr would have screamed in joy)

— seokmin is a great cook okay he's stated in the most recent allure korea video that he enjoys cooking and can make a mean sotbap

— but he wants to be spoiled by you sometimes

— ESPECIALLY if you can cook well

— he's really shy in the way he asks you to make something for dinner

— but you know he wants something

— he's always hovering around you when you walk into the kitchen for whatever reason, and after a while you just ask "what do you wanna eat dokyeom?" to which he pretends to act surprised about

— loves ANYTHING you cook or bake but has a personal list of requests he usually asks you for

— seokmin loves when you guess what he wants to eat before he tells you

— 9 times out of 10 it's an italian dish since he's still on his italy kick from nana tour

— will try to help you in the best way he can

— seokmin has matching aprons for you and him so whenever one of you is cooking, the other can supervise or watch with a matching apron

— helps you cut anything you need and is literally SO professional w it

— dicing tomatoes and onions like carmy berzatto from the bear

— eats and eats and EATS until he's satisfied (he's a plate cleaner)

— sometimes feels self-conscious about his weight or body and will not eat as much or as fast as he usually does (which you catch onto quickly)

— he's also very wary of overreating and sometimes will not eat at all (which you're very strict about at times because you want him to be healthy)

— you always assure him that he doesn't need to eat much, but also doesn't need to go without food or be hard on himself for enjoying a good meal

— professional at pairing drinks or wine with any meal

— he always gets cheery after that, and you give him a nice bowl of vanilla ice cream to cheer him up

— seokmin is your eager taste tester

— any sauce, broth, noodle, or egg you cook, seokmin is on standby, ready to try & give you feedback on it

— a great detector of missing flavors

— if your dish needs more salt, pepper, soy sauce, sesame oil, or whatever else you added in, seokmin can tell you what you need without hesitation

— always eats your food, whether it's something he's tried before, something he hasn't had, or testing an experiment you had just created

— calls you every fancy name under the sun when you plate your dishes like a professional with the smeared sauce on the plate & perfect seasoning

— literally brags to his friends about how you were a michelin-star chef in your past life

— buys new cookbooks almost every month so he can convince you to cook something out of them

— will pay for the groceries for the meal and EVERYTHING (he will do anything just as long as he gets to eat it)

— values meal time with you, and will always try to make a way for the two of you to have dinner together and at the same time

— seokmin LOVES you, but he also LOVES your cooking <3

[softspiderling]

“Right, right, we wouldn’t want people to think that Rafe the Kook prince actually has a heart.”

“Does that make you the Pogue Princess then?”

“What?” you asked, flushing. “Where’d you get that idea? That’s obviously Kie.”

“Come on,” Rafe huffed, rolling his eyes. “Kie’s half Kook. Sarah’s… Half and half, at least.”

You eyed him in amusement. It was clear that he’d spent a good amount of time on that analogy.

“What about Cleo?” you asked, humoring him.

“Ehh. She would’ve made a good Pogue princess, too bad you’ve already taken the spot,” Rafe said with a shrug. “Pogue Princess. Flirts with everyone, heart of gold, never hesitates to get right between a brawl to help out a friend and to call people out on their bullshit…. Should I continue?”

“Please don’t,” you laughed, pressing the ice bag to your cheek. “You’re talking shit out of your ass right now.”

“I’m talking shit out of my ass? You’re the one saying everything that comes to your mind to stop yourself from kissing me right now.”

What?

“What?”

��⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠂⠄☆

coming tomorrow to your local rafe x reader tag!!

it's up now! read think you're a genius (you drive me up the wall) here!

[heybank]

umm so i wrote a little fic/blurb idk i don't think it's good but it's something that's been stuck in my head for a while with my own little oc named grace but her name is only mentioned a few times so it could totally be ignored and seen as reader.

anyway this is my first ever fic so please be kind to me and if you have suggestions or other fic ideas i'd love to hear them.

not proof read and lowercase intended.

and if you think it's awful please lie to me i'm fragile 😔

deny

you are a lover girl. a hopeless romantic, someone who dreams of finding "the one" and living happily ever after. kie often says you tend to fall in love a little with everyone you meet. you can't help it though, you have so much love in you, it feels like you'll burst at the seams if you don't share it with others.

you think you're in love with your best friend jj maybank. no one understands you the way the wild blond haired boy does. no one can communicate with you with just a single look the way jj does. no one makes your heart beat out of your chest and your tummy flutter the way his dimpled smile does, eyes crinkling at the corners, a slight sunburn on his nose because lord know that boy doesn't use the sunscreen you bought him.

so yeah you're in love with jj maybank but then yesterday a different boy kissed you. pope heyward, your other best friend, genius extraordinaire whom you thought was maybe in love with kie but no- he kissed you and you felt a tingle in your ever beating heart. heat filled your cheeks and your ears became fuzzy. that was a new feeling when it came to pope. it made you excited to explore because as much as you love jj, you don't think the boy would ever return your undying affection because your friendship meant too much.

----

you stood in the threshold of popes bedroom, gasp stuck in your throat, eyes wide and mouth open at the sight before you. you’re not sure how to process what you’re seeing.

before you on the bed that pope kissed you on not even 24 hours ago, is jj maybank, your closest friend, kissing the heyward boy.

so many emotions flow through you at the sight before you.

shock because not once has jj; or pope for that matter mentioned or even hinted that they liked men- or each other. then again, jj has always liked beautiful people and pope is certainly that.

sadness because you and pope had literally just kissed. maybe you were naive to think a simple kiss meant something more to the boy, but it was pope, you don't think there's a mean bone in his body. then again you’ve always been too much of a romantic, too blinded to really see what’s in front of you. blinded by your want and need to be loved that perhaps you create situations in your mind that you interpret as reality? maybe you need to contact your therapist again. you're sounding even more delusional than before.

lastly, you feel jealousy. the angry green monster rumbling around in your tummy, making its way up your throat. you’re not sure what exactly is making you jealous because the image of the two boys kissing is surely confusing. are you jealous because pope is kissing another person who isn’t you? a part of you is jealous because he’s kissing jj. or maybe it’s that jj is kissing pope or that maybe they’re kissing eachother and they're not kissing you? you're not sure at this point. dear diary jealousy is a disease babes, and you are infected.

you must have made a noise because next thing you know, the two boys are pulling apart, a string of spit still connecting them and for a second your love rattled brain is jealous of it. the spit that is, because deep down you’ve always known that you wanted them both… to be the one to connect them. you feel slightly crazy being jealous of spit.

jjs face goes beat red and then flushes pale, like a ghost. he looks terrified and like he might vomit all over the floor in a second.

“grace!” popes panicked voice reaches your ears but they’re still kind of ringing from the shock of seeing your supposedly straight best friends kiss.

in your heartbroken haze you wonder if you're being a bad ally right now. you love the gays you swear! you just never pictured pope and jj as being a part of the gays ™.

you clear your throat, “jb and kie are waiting for us downstairs. we were going out on the boat today, remember?”

you try and say that as gently as possible because jj still looks like he’s going to pass out and pope isn’t much better.

popes hands are shaking as he reaches for you and a part of you wants to pull away but you’re not mean. you’ve never been mean so even if your feelings are hurt you’ll always put your best friends feelings above your own. and it looks like pope needs to touch you. maybe to hold your hand and reassure him you’re really standing there, witnessing something that you probably shouldn’t have.

so many emotions flicker through popes eyes. you can’t really see his blush but you’re sure if you touch his face it would be hotter than the sun.

pope grabs your hands in his shaking ones. you can feel how clammy they are and you hazard a look back to jj who has yet to even move. you’re a little concerned he’s gone into shock.

you let out a soft sigh and smile at the boys, a smile that is mostly genuine.

you squeeze popes hand and make eye contact with the panicked blonde boy on the bed.

“it’s ok jj. i won’t say anything if you don’t want me to.” you speak kindly, as if you’re talking to a scared feral cat.

you only see jj swallow hard. “for what it’s worth, i understand the appeal... wanting to kiss pope and all.” you tease hoping to cut the obvious tension in the room. you feel like you're the one choking now.

jj and pope both let out huffs like they’re afraid to laugh but also relieved you’re not upset.

“you’re not mad?” jj croaks like he still has a frog lodged in his throat. he looks at you with soft wonder, like you’re the best thing in his life. his stare makes your tummy flutter.

“of course not. you guys are my best friends. i only ever want you to be happy!” you reply honestly. jj deserves happiness after the shit life he’s been dealt. he deserves good things and if you have to set aside your feelings in order for him to have good things then by golly you��ll do that.

“grace, about yesterday-“ pope starts off,

“don’t worry buddy, already forgotten.” you cut him off. hopefully saving him the strife of having to apologize to you about the kiss and saving you the embarrassment of him telling you he regrets your kiss. you don't think you could survive hearing that out loud.

you march over to jj still holding popes hand, effectively dragging the boy with you. you throw your arms tightly around jjs neck and after a heartbeat, jj returns your hug. you move your head to look at pope and nod at him, encouraging him to join the hug.

“now c’mon. you know how pissy jb gets when he’s made to wait” you giggle.

you lead the boys out of popes room and home and into the twinkie without giving them an option of saying no.

“finally! i thought y’all died or something. what took so long” john b huffs in exasperation.

“my fault jb!” you quickly chirp so the boys don’t have to panic and think of a lie “pope showed me the new book he got and it’s my favourite and i starting gushing and you know me i can’t shut up and… well i forgot why i went up to get them in the first place” you giggle with a sheepish smile.

“you’re so lucky you’re cute, grace” kie laughs teasingly.

you see pope and jj making eye contact. you have a feeling you might need to play therapist for them soon. pope doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings without beating around the bush and well, jjs favourite thing to do is deny deny deny.

actually, that’s exactly what you’re gonna do too! deny you have feelings for pope. deny you have feelings for jj. deny you ever saw them kiss and deny that them kissing only upset you because you weren’t a part of it. deny that a part of you enjoyed it. deny that your feelings matter in this situation and deny that if given the chance, you’d love to be in between a beautiful jj maybank and pope heyward sandwich.

yep, deny deny deny. this is gonna be a long freaking summer.

[moremaybank]

Hello! I hope you are doing good and i‘d like to make a request if they are open (if not just tell me it‘s fine). So the reader is Kies little Sister and she‘s like the Kook Princess 2.0. She isn‘t really close to the Pogues but she likes them. Jj always kinda found her hot and stuff but he knows kie would freak out if he‘d hit on her Little Sister. She‘s only like 1 year younger of course (no pedophile). Then Jj and John B are on a Party. Kie and Pope are hanging out together somewhere idk. Then John B and Jj see that Rafe is touching Kies Lil Sister even tho she says stop and stuff. He puts his Hand on her Waist and stuff. Jj of course go inbetween and starts a fight with Rafe (physically but only a few Punches and stuff). And Reader is basically like: Why do you care? And then yk what happens lol. It‘s like kinda soft and not rough or anything but she‘s not a Virgin. It‘s just passionate and sweet and gentle yk? Have a Great Day/Night 🫶🏻!

POGUE PRINCESS — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!carrera!reader

summary jj gets into a fight with rafe while defending you. you go off at him because he's always so reckless with his life, and it leads jj to confess something you never would have expected.

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, language, physical violence (jj fighting rafe), rafe grabbing at reader (doesn't go further than that), reader arguing with jj

jj masterlist

little carrera. kook princess, next in line for the throne. you weren't the traditional type of kook, though.

you were kind, always very thoughtful and giving toward the pogues, and you took great strides to help them out any time you could. you were never one to follow the whole 'kooks versus pogues' feud. to be quite honest, you thought it was complete bullshit. why should the pogues be punished for being less fortunate than the kooks who came from wealth? it wasn't their fault, and they shouldn't be treated like parasites for it.

this meant that you were a big advocate, much like your older sister, for equality among the people of the island. you did everything you could to help the pogues.

for instance, you were the one that got the kooks to raise money for backup generators on the cut. you had always considered it unfair that the pogues had to suffer after each storm, especially when they did the majority of the work to keep up the livelihood for the entire island.

you were also the one who started a nonprofit that provided scholarships for kids on the cut. you were inspired by kiara's friend, pope, who had become your own friend, and who was the genius of the group. you saw how hard he had to grind to secure his future, and it inspired you to help him and kids like him, who had to work tirelessly for the slim chance to secure their future.

all in all, you had a huge heart, and you weren't too shy to share it with the world around you. and this is exactly what led jj to fall for you.

completely and utterly head over heels for you.

-

"you're staring again," john b spoke, approaching his best friend and handing him one of the beers in his hand. he watched as jj kept his eyes on you, following your every move as you danced along to whatever song was blasting through the speakers.

the boneyard was jam-packed, and countless inebriated young adults were littered along the beach as they partied.

"how could i not?" jj replied, taking a sip of his beer as he watched you laugh at something sarah had said to you. "i mean, just look at her, dude. she's perfect."

your smile had always been a pick-me-up for jj. it was magical, so much so that it brought a deep warmth to him every time he caught the slightest glimpse of it.

"you know kiara's gonna murder you if she ever finds out that you've been lusting after her baby sister, right?" john b questioned.

"it's not lusting, john b. she's different than anyone i've ever met. i have actual feelings for her."

"well, either way, you know y/n's off-limits. kie's gonna have your damn head."

jj shrugged nonchalantly with a slight smile.

"worth it."

he watched as you caught eyes with him from across the party, giving him a small wave with a flushed face. his heart fluttered, and he waved back at you.

oh, the things he would do to hold you, and kiss you, and tell you how remarkable he considered you to be.

he flashed back to the first time he went to you after getting into an altercation with luke and how that was the first night he realized how he truly felt about you.

"oh my god, please tell me you didn't get into another fight with some asshole kook," you joked as you let jj climb through your bedroom window.

he gave you a small smile, it barely reaching his eyes as he tried to front with you as if he was okay.

"hey," you frowned when he failed to respond, "you okay?"

jj nodded, "yeah, i'm good. just need you to patch me up," he spoke quietly.

"j..." you began, "what happened? you can tell me."

you cradled his bruised face in your hands, and your eyes searched his blue ones, the signature shimmer in them completely snuffed out.

jj sighed, avoiding your gaze. "nothing, y/n. i'm fine, alright?"

"i don't believe you."

once again, he failed to respond, and you grabbed his hand in yours as you led him to sit on your bed. jj followed slowly, dragging his feet tiredly as he made his way to sit on your mattress. he slung his backpack off his shoulders and dropped it onto your hardwood floor before taking a seat.

"you can't say anything," he murmured, his gaze glued to the floor as he dragged a hand over his injured face.

"j," you spoke, "i would never. you can trust me, okay? i promise."

you sat there and listened to every single word that fell from his lips. you felt your heart crack as he opened up to you about his home life. you knew he was struggling to even speak on everything luke had put him through on an almost-daily basis, and the fact that he chose you to vent to wasn't lost on you. if anything, you felt eternally grateful that he trusted you enough to tell you everything he felt, good and bad. and you hoped he knew just how much you cared for him. you held him, spoke sweet nothings into his ear as he cried, tended to his wounds both inside and out, and made it a point to make sure he felt as special and adored as he deserved to be, and then some.

and jj would never, ever forget that intimate moment the two of you had shared and the safety and security you gave him simply by being there and lending an ear.

jj had to tell you. he had to confess how much he loved you, with every fibre in his being, no matter what your sister — or anyone else for that matter — had to say about it. he didn't care that you came from different worlds. as long as you were in his, everything would be okay.

-

come a little closer by cage the elephant blasted through the speakers as you made your way over to the keg, hoping to top up your red solo cup.

"well, well, well," you heard from behind you, and you instantly recognized the voice. "little carrera. damn, you look good."

you rolled your eyes, turning around to face the owner of that voice, the one you dreaded hearing every time the two of you crossed paths.

"rafe."

"how have you been?"

"i was great until you got here," you responded wryly, avoiding his gaze as you swirled the beer around in your cup.

"come on, y/n. don't be like that. you know you love when we partake in this little back-and-forth thing we do," rafe smirked, inching closer to you. "don't act like you don't."

you scoffed, finally levelling his gaze. "it's not acting, cameron. take the goddamn hint."

"nah. don't lie, princess. you want me. you're always wearing those skimpy ass little shorts whenever you come over. batting your eyelashes at me and reeling me in. you don't have to hide your feelings anymore. i'm here. let's do this."

rafe made to grab your waist, but you backed up, removing yourself from his reach.

"oh, so that's how you wanna play this?" he asked.

"leave me alone, rafe. how many more ways do i have to say it before you understand?"

"drop the act." rafe's surged forward, gripping your hips quite harshly as he tugged you closer to him. "you're coming with me whether you like it or not."

"get off me!" you said, shoving his hands away. you felt cold, and you wanted nothing more than to get as far away from rafe as humanly possible. before you had the chance, though, you heard someone starting to yell as they made their way over to the two of you.

"hey! don't you dare fucking touch her!"

your's and rafe's gaze found jj fast-approaching you both, and when he reached, he was quick to strike rafe across the face with his fist. you watched as rafe fell to the ground, clutching his injured jaw while jj tumbled on top of him. his hands were fast, punching and pummelling rafe's face in.

jj's blood was boiling, and he ignored each of your protests. either that, or he just couldn't hear you at all over the rage that consumed him.

"jj!" you exclaimed. "stop!"

you looked over at john b, eyes pleading for help. he nodded, and after struggling slightly, he managed to pull jj away from him. his hands pushed at jj's chest as jj tried to shove past him.

"yo, chill! she's fine, alright? calm down!" john b ordered.

jj's eyes trailed over to you, unable to read the expression on your face as his breathing started to slow. he noticed that rafe had disappeared, assumably having left, and he slowly walked over to you, pulling you aside as his hands found your face.

"you okay, pretty girl?" he asked as he inspected you, looking for any signs of pain or discomfort.

angrily, you turned away from his touch. "what the hell is wrong with you, jj?"

"yikes. gotta go," john b murmured before rushing away from the two of you, knowing you were about to let jj have it.

"what do you mean?" jj questioned.

you sighed harshly, "when are you going to learn that you can't just be out here starting shit with the kooks? what if they have you arrested?"

"are you fucking kidding me right now? rafe was trying to force you into doing shit that you didn't want to do, and you're mad at me?"

"yeah," you stated, "you know what? i am. because you're always doing such stupid, reckless shit that could land you in trouble. and you don't seem to care! you can't keep putting yourself in a position to get in shit!"

"i was trying to protect you!"

"news flash, idiot! i don't need you to protect me! i can do that just fine by myself."

jj scoffed harshly, "yeah, but you weren't! and i'm not just gonna stand there and watch while rafe — or anyone for that matter — hurts you! you clearly don't know me at all if you think i will."

"god, jj. this doesn't concern you. why do you even care?!"

"why do i care? because i'm in love with you, you idiot!"

okay, jj knew he was going to tell you how he felt tonight. but that was not the way he planned on doing so.

awkward.

"what?" you whispered, the anger dissipating from your features you looked up at him.

jj sighed, treading carefully as he inched closer to you. he tucked a loose strand of curls behind your ear, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone and lingering there for a moment.

"i love you. and i know you probably don't feel the same way because you're you, and i'm me, but i can't help it. you're perfect. you're smart, so damn smart. and you're kind. your heart is so big, and you care about me. you never make me feel judged or ashamed to be me. and now i'm rambling because you make me nervous as hell and i—"

you cut jj off with a kiss, not just to silence him but to tell him that you felt it too. the passion, the strong bond, the once-in-a-lifetime connection.

you felt all of it. and you felt it for him.

you felt his muscular arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush against his chest as he deepened the kiss. you let him, your hands sliding from the napes of his neck into his blonde locks. his lips felt like heaven, and you struggled to understand how you lasted so long without being able to taste them. it was almost as if kissing him was now your life force and the fact that you had survived up until now was by pure miracle.

you hesitated to pull away, but you did.

"i love you too," you breathed, watching the reflection of the moonlight from the water on the beach illuminate his azul eyes. "you wanna get out of here?"

jj grinned, his dimple coming to light as he nodded. "let's go, baby."

-

you and jj stumbled through the chateau door, blindly making your way to jj's room there. jj led you backwards, and when the back of your knees hit the mattress, you sat down, breaking the kiss.

"we don't have to keep going if you don't want to. i don't care about the sex. all i care about is being here with you," jj said, smoothing your hair away from your face as he assured you. the look of tenderness in his eyes had you swooning, enough to make your heart clench.

"get over here, maybank," you smiled, fisting your hand in his cotton t-shirt and yanking him toward you. you leaned back while he climbed over you, his arms on either side of your frame to ensure he didn't crush you with his weight.

your lips locked fervently, your hands slipping underneath jj's shirt and to his back as you pushed him further toward you. you could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabrics that separated the two of you, and suddenly, it wasn't enough. you pulled away, tugging at the hem of his shirt and signalling that you wanted it off. jj caught your drift, smirking slightly as he shrugged it off. you followed suit, discarding your top onto the floor.

his eyes landed on your bra-clad chest, his hands moving up your torso to cup them. you let out a quiet moan at the action, and jj took this as permission to slip your bra off. he slid one of the straps down your shoulder, pressing a wet kiss to it before he did the same to the other. his fingers then found your back, unhooking your bra and freeing your tits.

"goddamn," he breathed, palming them once again and feeling the gratifying weight of them in his hands. "you're so fucking perfect, baby. look at you."

he laid you back against the pillows with your head propped up, trailing kisses down your neck as he made his way to your chest. he adorned them with his lips, nibbling here and there and marking you as his. he took one nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing over it as it perked up. he sucked at it and let go with a pop before moving to the other one and doing the same.

once he was finished, he pulled back to look at the love bites he'd left on you. "you look so pretty when you're all marked up, princess," he cooed, fingers trailing over the bruises as they made their way down to the button of your jean shorts. he undid them with ease and slipped one hand inside your panties slowly. his fingers prodded at your entrance and he felt the slick pooling out of you.

"this all for me?"

you nodded in confirmation, "all for you, jj. want you to touch me, please."

"touch you how, baby?" he questioned, slowly sinking his middle finger into your entrance, "like this?" you gasped softly, and he smiled as he began to thrust it into you.

his movements were gentle and teasing as his digit massaged your walls. he curled it up with each pump, flicking it against your sweet spot as he warmed you up.

"more, j. need more." your hands rested on his muscular biceps as you looked up at him pleadingly. he granted your wish, slowly inserting his ring finger as he picked up the pace he had previously set. your toes curled, and you threw your head back, feeling him rub against your g-spot. you ground your hips against his hand, letting the friction of his calloused palm stimulate your swollen clit.

jj watched as you let the ecstasy fill your entire body, feeling you buck your hips as you searched for more pleasure. he encouraged you as you did so, "that's it, pretty girl. use my hand to make yourself cum. coat my fingers so i can taste you."

"shit," you cursed in response, your nails digging into the flesh of his upper arms. you rolled your hips against his palm over and over, chasing your high. he felt you clamp down on his fingers, and when you made eye contact with him again, he nodded, telling you to let go.

"c'mon, baby. you're right there, i can feel you. let me see how beautiful you are when you cum for me."

you let out a breathy moan as you came, squeezing jj's upper arms while you held on for dear life. your walls gripped onto jj's fingers like a vice as he let you ride out your orgasm.

once your breathing calmed, jj pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them into his mouth. he lapped at them while he held his gaze on yours and groaned in satisfaction when your release coated his taste buds.

"so fucking sweet, pretty girl. inside and out," he spoke.

you sat up, and he kissed you, letting you taste the remnants of your release on his lips. your hands trailed down his torso until they found his shorts. you palmed his bulge through the article of clothing, taking notice of its twitch when you came into contact with it.

"can i fuck you, baby? sweet and slow so i can show you how you make me feel?"

"there's nothing i want more."

jj grinned, forcing one of your own on your face as he began to rid himself of his shorts and boxers. he freed himself, and your eyes landed on the thick cock he had the pride of calling his own.

he pushed you back down gently, making sure you were nice and comfortable on the bed. he leaned forward, pecking your lips softly while he guided himself toward your entrance.

"you ready for me, princess?"

you nodded, kissing him again to grant him permission. he pushed into you as he returned the kiss, bottoming out before he started to move his hips. his arms caged you in, cradling your head with his hands as he fucked you deep, his pace relaxed and concentrated on satiating your every desire.

"tell me how you feel, baby. that feel good?" he rasped, maintaining eye contact as he plunged into you over and over.

"so good, j. want you closer, deeper." you wrapped your legs around his torso, your heels pushing at the top of his ass so you could keep him pressed to you.

he obliged, leaning his forehead against yours as he pressed his lips to yours continuously. the passion he felt for you bled through every one of his actions as he fucked you and made you his own. every kiss was magic, every touch was searing, and every thrust was a silent i love you.

you could feel him surrounding you in every sense of the term, and you never wanted this moment to end. you felt so close to him, closer than you ever had with the flames from your past. jj was like the missing puzzle you'd been searching a lifetime for but could never seem to find. and now that you'd found him, your heart would never be able to let him go. the loss would be too great to bear.

"i love you so much. never letting go of you, wanna keep you forever," he spoke as he rutted into you leisurely. his cock was massaging you so perfectly, and you felt the electricity buzzing between the two of you. "you're my princess. tell me you're mine."

"i'm yours, j. i belong to you, 'm all yours," you whispered, cupping his face as you looked into his eyes.

the words were true to your heart. you truly were his. this blonde goofball had captured your heart long ago without you even realizing it, and no one could ever compare to him.

there was no one like jj.

"that's right, baby. and no one else can ever have you."

he granted another kiss on your lips, before moving down to your neck. he kept moving as his lips searched for your sweet spot. he found it right below your ear and began to suck another hickey into your skin as he somehow rolled his hips deeper into your core.

you cried out at his depth, your hand tangling itself in his hair and pushing his mouth further onto your skin. you tugged at his locks, and he let out a muffled groan as you spurred him on.

"right there, j. i'm so fucking close, shit," you whimpered, begging for more.

he came up from the nape of your neck, "yeah? you gonna cum for me, sweet girl?"

you nodded furiously, unable to form a coherent sentence while he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"i feel you, baby," he spoke once you started to squeeze him, "let go for me. that's it. just like that, mama." his teeth grazed over your sweet spot once more, and you unravelled for him.

your nails dragged down the flesh of his back, surely leaving behind a few marks of your own on him. your eyes clamped shut as the euphoria overtook you, and you hugged him to you as you came on his cock.

"cum for me, j. give it to me. make me yours for real," you pleaded, smoothing his hair out of his face as you felt him twitch inside of you.

"shit, baby. gonna give you all my cum," he grunted as he thrusted once more and erupted inside of you, painting your walls with his release. he stilled when he did so, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he came down.

"holy shit. i'm kinda jealous of all the girls that you've fucked like that," you said, letting out a soft laugh.

jj chuckled against your skin, "you really think i fucked any of those girls as good as i fucked you? no way."

you grinned, shaking your head in exasperation as you looked at him. his hair was a tousled mess, he was covered in sweat, and his lips were swollen from all the kissing. still, though, he had never looked more gorgeous.

you watched as his eyes roamed over all the hickies he'd left you with, and his eyes widened slightly in panic.

"what's wrong?" you asked.

"your sister's gonna kill me."

jj tag list (join here!): @maybankslover @kittyqrt @v-velvetykisscs @hobiibobii @rafesdior @fool4him @hemogloban @pankhoeforlife @rafesmuse @lyn07 @houseofperfecttaste @qualitybelieverflower @dudenhaaa27 @princessbetsy123-blog @tori-loves1 @alexxavicry @kenzi-woycehoski @elijahssuit @skydisneylover @adoreyouusugar

[erwinsvow]

pogue!reader x rafe is such a guilty pleasure for me considering how unlikely it is for rafe to actually pursue a pogue (making it all more fun)

especially in their moments of conflict, like the outdoor movie theatre, or rafe finding out about the pogues stealing from barry or getting stuck together in place of kie.

rafe getting pissed at topper cause he could’ve killed reader in the fire and top’s like, why the fuck do you care???

so much angst potential!

one of my fave tropes ever<33 everything he does burns so much more if he's in love with one of the pogues!!!!!

this prompt has to be one of my most favorite i've ever received, i really want to expand and write more than a drabble for all these, maybe even a long fic?! i haven't written one in a while i think this just might take the cake tho!!! ♡

i'm gonna spend some time thinking hard about what to include but seriouslyyy, so much angst. rafe (esp s2!!!) being more serious about you but also more serious about his goals and not caring who gets hurt.... but can't stand the idea of you being collateral... constantly texting you (even after your horribly sad breakup that neither of you wanted..) to get you out of harm's way or to stop involving yourself with "the pogues". ohhh!!! i need to RUMINATEE on this. you're...... a genius... <3

being the one stuck with him instead of kie or even with kie..... oh she'd be sick of me id be on him like a bunny in heat!

im gonna work on this starting tomorrow! <333 i've had a crapppp day at work i need something to look forward to! thank you so much! please feel free to send more ideas! <33 so glad you like this trope too!

[annab-nana]

JJ maybank x Fem! Reader , Platonic! Pouges x Fem! Reader.

where reader is VERY claustrophobic and she’s the only on small enough to fit into the hole at the graveyard so kie suggests that reader should climb thought , they argue for a bit then she faces her fears, climbs through the hole and gets the envelope for John B, and JJ comforts her after telling her she did a good job and stuff

really fluffy ending

you got it babe!!

warnings: claustrophobia, mentions of gunshots, snakes, difficulty breathing, not proofread

❀ masterlist ❀

it had already been quite the day. jj and john b went to mrs. lana's this morning and heard some men demanding the compass from her that she didn't have. come to find out, those men were the ones who chased you guys yesterday in the marsh and shot at you guys until you and kie threw out the net to slow them down.

then, after jj and john b told you the story of what occurred that morning—all while you held jj's hand since the boy was frazzled from seeing mrs. lana in such a state—john b unlocked his dad's office, a room none of you had seen the inside of, to look for anything that could help. while you were all realizing john b had a death compass, it seemed death was around the corner when those same two guys showed up at the chateau. it ended up being okay even though you had nothing to protect yourselves with. you never expected to be hiding out in john b's chicken coop, but it was your saving grace.

you were put on babysitting duty of jj and pope while john b and kie went up into the lighthouse. but, when the cops showed up and those two weren't back yet, you had to keep yourselves safe. so, you peeled with the boys and hoped john b and kiara were cool with a little more running.

after john b got arrested, then got out, made kiara angry at some point, but got her to come along, you now stood in a cemetery with "redfield" written across the top of the stone. the boys tried to push the door—it wouldn't budge obviously—and a water moccasin slipped out of the hole in the door. jj, ever the genius, started loudly barking at it when this little mission of yours was supposed to be a little covert.

while the boys argued about the snake whether it be how to scare them off or if there were more in there, it was clear that hope was being lost on the goal here. you stood by kie who lifted her flashlight up to the hole the snake came from and then looked to you.

"what if you went through it?" she asked, her head nodding toward the hole in the stone.

"wha-why me? you can fit through just as much as me." the boys stopped their bickering to listen to you two.

"i hate snakes and you don't mind them. you literally have had pet snakes all your life and anytime we see one, you want to touch it. if anyone is best equipped with the knowledge and confidence to be around snakes out of any of us, it's you," kiara explained and it was hard to fight her logic.

"but i'm claustrophobic. you guys know that."

"but," pope interjected, "it should only be tight going in or out. inside, i imagine it wouldn’t be that bad."

you took in a deep breath and met everyone's eye, each of them encouraging you to go through with only their gaze. john b's was the worst because you knew how bad he wanted this. you knew just how desperate he was to find the truth about his father and you'd be lying if you said you weren't intrigued by what could be inside as well.

"fine," you huffed, "but anything else that we have to do that isn't fun, someone else has to do it."

"deal," the group agreed before moving to remove the mess of sticks and vines that were covering the hole.

"hey," jj pulled you aside, "you sure you're okay with this?"

"honestly, no, but if it can help john b and it doesn't last too long, then i think i can manage it." you could see in his face, he was hesitant, but you leaned forward to wipe that look of his face with a kiss. "i've got this, okay? and if i don't, i know you and those three will do whatever you have to to get me out."

"y/n, you ready?" kie called from where she and pope held the vines to the side. jj rushed over to john b's side so that they could both help you up.

"as i'll ever be." you walked over to the two boys and faced john b. "what am i looking for exactly?"

"you'll know when you see it," the brunet responded which didn't at all help your nerves.

"alright, cryptic as hell, but i can work with it." you stepped up into jj's joined hands after your hands gripped onto the stone opening. the blond counted to three and then boosted you up. kiara had her flashlight shining in so you could see but your body obstructed the view when you entered through. your feet landed on the ground below and you reached out for the flashlight that kiara gladly handed over.

you shined the light on everything inside. the space was bigger than you'd thought, but the fact that your exit was so small and that you'd have to work to get through without jj's help wasn't sitting right with you.

the running, the scary men, the gunshots, and the snakes were enough to scare someone, but none of it scared you more than this. maybe it was a tad irrational to be afraid of small spaces. what harm could actually come from it? but for you, it was the end of the world. you felt yourself freaking out over it, so you tried to quicken your trip.

"you alive?" john b asked from outside, "you got like a heartbeat and everything?"

"so far," you called back. talking to someone was helping.

"that's good. that's good," he commented while you looked around.

"yep." it was too dark to really look around. "i need some more light."

"gotcha," jj answered as he grabbed john b's lantern and raised it in and through the hole for you. your eyes landed on an even smaller hole in the stone to your left and you hated that you'd have to stick your hand in there. "did you find something? is there gold?"

"oh shit," you mumbled when your flashlight caught a white corner sticking from the opening. there really was something here.

"what is it?" you could tell jj was getting antsy outside, so you quickly and carefully grabbed the corner to pull it out, revealing it to be an envelope. you walked over to the opening you came in through and passed the envelope through. jj pulled out the lantern to provide light for the rescued item, but that absence of extra light made a difference in the room size for you. it felt smaller than it did a second ago.

not only did the room feel smaller but so did your lungs. breathing became harder as you leaned against the stone door for support. you heard their voices outside but couldn't make out what they were saying. all you heard was "gold" and "dad" but it sounded like you were underwater.

jj thought it was weird that you hadn't come out yet, so he called your name. only when it was silent for a moment did he hear your struggling breaths. he could reach his hand in but he couldn't climb through to get to you. "y/n, baby, take my hand, please."

the feeling of his fingertips grazing the top of your head was what pulled you out of your tunnel vision and you reached up to touch his skin.

"can you get out?"

"yeah, i-" you cut yourself off when you grunted on the incline when you jumped up to get out. jj's hands slipped under your arms to help you out before moving to your waist to help you stand. once stable, you wrapped your arms around him and breathed in his scent, calming down with his smell.

"you okay?"

"yeah," you mumbled into his neck.

"i'm so proud of you, you know? i didn't think you'd go in there and then you braved it and didn't get scared until the very end. you did so good, so so so good," he told you as he held you tightly.

no matter how small the space felt when you were in his arms, it never felt scary because you were with him.

remember to support writers & reblog :)

turn on notifications for @annab-library to be notified when i post something new!

[homebody-nobody]

i just came to the realization that kiaras parents might think jj is the guy she slept with on the season 2 speech. not pope. i don’t think kie even mentioned pope to her parents since their relationship was never official. anna looked at jj weird when kiara said they spent the night at the wreck (pope wasn’t there so i assume she thought just him and kie) and overall i would assume they’re in a relationship already so if get to some flashback on something for s4 i would assume kies parents are not even surprised by them being together but more like they saw it coming eventually which is why mike was projecting hardcore on him

NO NO NO BECAUSE HERE'S THE THING OKAY

my friends and I POSTULATED that Kie's parents would assume that JJ was the one she slept with in season two, ESPECIALLY given the ~passive-aggressive~ 'good to see you mr and mrs carrera!' when Kie gets in the truck to go to charleston, like, that was standing, we thought that already

bUT I HADN'T YET CONNECTED IT TO THE SEASON THREE STUFF!!

nonnie, you're a genius. OF COURSE mike would be freaking the fuck out and HARDCORE projecting on JJ -- Kie's parents ALREADY FUCKING THINK THEY'RE TOGETHER!! And, ofc, because they're kie's parents, they're not gonna do anything easy and simple like, idk, fucking ask, so instead they get all mean and Upper-Middle-Class White People on him. (sorry Mike but it's established you're not down with the crew) (also I am entitled to specify that vibe because *I* grew up an Upper-Middle-Class White People before I learned about CRT and systemized racism in college)(before that I was def more white-liberal) (anyway)

also NEVER made it back to the season one connection of 'we spent the night at the wreck' moment. omg????? fucking OF COURSE mike and anna think jj and kie are together!! I really hope the pates did that on purpose and it wasn't all coincidental little things that we pick up on and the forget lmao

[lydiaas]

i know jiara had a lot of good moments in s3, but I loved the I know my science scene + the one where kie is like science right after she gets the train to stop 🥹😆 flirty yet supportive. neeeed more fun light hearted exchanges in s4

It's always little moments like this that I latch onto as well. There is something about a humble flirting banter scene 🤌. The whole "you're a genius" "no, it's all you" exchange is SO CUTE of them.

[twsted-princess]

Inspired by @fumikomiyasaki........I got a dating sim au with all of Melanie's ships with @rookvonhunt

Raven College, a prestigious school that those from all walks of life attend to grow, learn, and become the person who wishes to be. It's a new semester and young students walk the campus grounds to explore their new surroundings. Melanie Charment is one such freshman who, admittedly got a little lost. She's not used to being away from home and especially in a place that's much larger then life. She's from a low-class family who scraped and saved to get her into college. Working hard is something she does naturally so of course she's going to study and learn and make her family proud. But college life.......is stressful when you don't know what you want to do with your life. And expensive. Very expensive. So she does the best possible thing to take up any and every job she can. She needs to survive school, juggle her hours, make friends, work her ass off and maybe.....just maybe, find her fairy-tale love.

💖 Part dating sim, part time management. You have to manage job hours and free time while making sure you can do your homework and showing up to class. Sure you can skip class and try to coast your way into getting a hottie but be prepare for an early bad ending. Ya gotta be smart. Gotta play your cards right. Doing your jobs and talking means friendships, which turns to attraction which turns to romance.

💖 You also need to build Mel up which means heading to classes and the library to study, that increases your wisdom. Doing afterschool events like cheer-leading and going to various spots in town (skate park, museum, model agency, etc) increases confidence. Lastly hanging out with your friends Kirsten, Lucille, James and Nala increases your charisma (as well as unlock side stories with certain s/o's if you hang with the right friend at the right time)

💖 In addition to all of the jobs you're doing, you're also making coin. You can then spend the money on gifts for your crushes to increase their affection. Of course they have favorites and least favorites so watch yourself. You can also spend money on your dorm room, making it ✨fancy✨.

💘~💘 Now onto the love interests💘~💘

Kierron - A sophomore who's known for getting into fights. He works out at the local gym where Mel works as a attendant, often treating her like a lackey. There's something about him, something he's trying to keep to himself.

Erza - Sophomore of Dawn Dove college, the rival to Night Raven. He's a genius and one of Brick's closest friend. Mel and him meet each other through her attempted least favorite job, being a receptionist at the local morgue.

Fraiser - One of the most popular boys in college and a bully. When Mel takes the job of apprentice mechanic to gain experience/variety they're made to get along. Tends to shift the work load onto her so he can hang with his biker gang.

Octavius - The eccentric and rather kooky son of the wealthy Siphon family. He attends the same school as Erza but he hires Melanie to be one of his maids. However he treats her like a close friend.

Micah - A seemingly holy man that's almost always at the church, earning the nickname of Mother. Melanie meets him when she works as a janitor. There's an air of serenity but few are willing to cross him.....

Vladimir - One of the boys in Mel's dormitory and someone she befriended early on. He runs a popular fashion blog that she offers helps via modeling. When the work gets too much for her he's always there to cheer her back up.

Miko - A mysterious man, who's dealings are made in the shadows and possibly in blood. When he wishes to unwind he frequents the luxurious Crescent Moon lounge and restaurant where Mel takes the job of bartender on night shifts. He's definitely someone you don't take to run into at night.

Kakia - A lady Mel slightly knows but they only know each other through Kierron. While looking at the work she thinks Mel is trying to steal Kie's attention even when that isn't the case at all. Thus starting a one-sideded rivalry.....or not?

Song Fenhua - Seemingly a friend of Kierron more it feels like a boss and underling. He works at the laboratory as an assistant for health research while she's a lab technician. He thinks she's way in over her head taking all these careers but leaves her be.

Emile - Another friend or underling of Kierron and he certainly doesn't get along with Song Fenhua. He takes a position in the morgue alongside Erza and they seem to get along swimmingly. Very quiet but is pleasant to be around.

A'rachk - A foreign student that speaks like he's part of a hivemind but he seems interesting. They meet with Melanie takes a job at the laboratory as a general assistant so she's paired with him for his entomologly. Just don't let him be around Kierron or else things will get messy.

Jupiter - Down to earth Bassist for the punk band Lockdown, after Mel was dragged to one of their concerts the frontman Alto hires her on the spot to be the band's planner and designer. He tends to hang out in town's more nature-y parts so she's bound to run into him.

Brick - A sweet boy, polite man who sees her around school. Him and Melanie are in similar classes and he works as a chef to a local sushi restaurant. She ends up as one of the waitresses.

Jirou - Another guy Mel befriended on campus, his family runs the local bakery and after a few visits she's hired to work as delivery girl and part time baker. He's extremely kind and tends to help her out with school work along with Brick.

Misha - Yet another boy Melanie knows from campus. A skater boi who does sell sports clothes but he forgets constantly. She sees him a lot at the gym but he ends up hiring her as one of his models...although he forgets to pay her sometimes.

Citron - The super sweet co-worker of the local plant nursery. She takes a job there and the two are fast friends. He's extremely thoughtful but his bleeding heart tend to get him into trouble.

Lucifer - A model Mel works with at the same agency that specializes in gothic looks. He's popular on Twitter and Insta but is kind of an ass. It's also known that he works in the adult industry though he doesn't seem to care about the bad rumors.

Maurice - A friend of Vladimir also running a popular fashion brand. Melanie becomes his muse and they start working together. He's a heartthrob around campus but he doesn't seem to mind the advances.

Dusk - A popular model that frequents the cute little cafe Mel baristas at. Him and Maurice and acquaintances in the fashion world. Tends to keep to himself but will make a sarcastic quip or two.

Solomon - Another bully on campus. He's a solo artist by the name of Corrosion, occasionally models along with Mel but they're more often to run into each other at the gym. They.......don't get along well.

Michi - One of the maids at the cafe Mel works very closely with. A sweet guy with monstrous strength able to probably lift the place itself but he's also fucking stupid. Overally a goody good boy.

Langley - Another sushi chef but he's more quiet and more..........odd. He's narcissistic, skittish and seems to really really love fire. He's a great cook but something's off, very odd.

Candice - The wealthy and seductive milf with his five year son Sylvian. He hires Melanie to babysit while he works in......adult situations. (he also owns a franchise of tattoo/body modification parlors) Currently in an on again, off again relationship with his husband.

Ruben - Candice's husband who runs a popular toy company but his marriage has been on the rocks. He's ready for divorce but only stays for sex and Sylvie. He's interested in Mel but a relationship now would be very messy.

Niko - Another one of the Mel's coworkers at the cafe, also a model that's "besties" with Lucifer. He's........not bright, possibly even dumber then Michi. But he's cute and loves cats so that's all that matters.

Arsene - One of the biggest name's in the rap/pop industry. Kirsten's a fan of him and somehow (blackmail) got vip tickets to see him. After the show Mel somehow got his phone number????

[freezegirl]

five times hugged:     ( five times the receiver hugged the sender )

5x // @2onrad

to be absolutely fair, khione goossens never once intended to hug conrad fisher. she never once intended to hug anyone that wasn't, you know, part of the stronghold seven.

and yet.

and yet.

and yet.

01: everyone knows the fisher boys. jeremiah with his sunshine smile and powers to match and conrad, who has always been likened to a storm.

the halls of sky university are filled to the brim with whispers about both of them. and about belly, too. belly, her brother steven, steven's girlfriend taylor, jeremiah and conrad.

the rumor mill runs away with everyone but it runs away with them the most: from their powers to their relationships, none of it is safe. and khione feels for them, she does. she's been there, too.

"mister fisher, first off: welcome back. second of all: my condolences. and third of all: you will be paired with miss goossens for this project."

khione nods and resolves to get this done as quickly as possible. no need to make this awkward or painful.

"i've got skating practice 'til six," she tells him softly after class ends. "you can swing by my house around six thirty if you'd like?"

it becomes something of a routine. most of the time, conrad shows up at her door around six thirty. but every so often, she finds him waiting outside of the maxville ice arena.

weeks pass and suddenly, it's time to unveil their project to the class: a prototype of a healing pod, to honor his mother susannah but to honor the late nurse spex, too.

"a plus," says professor medulla. the super genius seems pleased as punch and khione does a little bunny hop as she squeals and throws her arms around conrad. it lasts 0.5. seconds before she realizes who she is and where she is and why she made the choices she has, thus far.

immediately, khione stiffens. the temperature in the room drops and as soon as she's out of his arms, she gives conrad a once over with milky white eyes instead of deep brown ones. "you're okay, right, fisher? please, please tell me you're okay!"

02: cousins and maxville are as far apart as can be. gone is the concrete jungle. it's long since been replaced by cute beach houses. one of which just so happens to be owned by the goossens. it's their place to get away from it all. and mostly the 'getting away from it all' happens to be in the summer.

the goossens know the fishers because everyone knows the fishers. but they're not as close to them as the conklins are.

khione's mom did debutante stuff together with susannah which means that khione's doing debutante stuff together with the youngest conklin and that's the start and the end of it.

if she had to guess, she'd figure that the fisher boys would know her - know of her - as the cold hearted, cold skinned daughter of leander - an actor - and saraswati, more commonly known as sara - a reality tv personality.

not really someone you'd hug. which is why she's so surprised when she suddenly has to deal with an armful of conrad fisher who murmurs something that sounds very much like 'just go with it' and go with it, she does. khione does what she always does when she's hugged by someone who's not in her friend group: she becomes this rigid thing.

(she can't hurt him, she can't hurt anyone, she can't, she can't!)

right before conrad lets her go, khione peers over his shoulder and sees a girl staring at them. heartbreak wafts off of her and immediately, she feels bad. "---quick question: what was that about?"

03: the tall lanky boy introduces himself as steven, the blonde girl at his side as 'taylor' and his younger sister as 'belly' and it's not very kind of khione, she knows, but her first thought was: that's such a white nickname. "my name is khione, but most people call me kie. it's a pleasure to meet all of you." and it is, except she doesn't feel like herself. it's been weeks. almost a month. and cousins still looks the same - as do the people in it - and yet, khione feels as though she's been changed irrevocably by what had happened at maxwellness.

without thinking, her eyes find conrad shortly afterwards when everyone else goes back to their own conversations and she arches an eyebrow as if to ask 'did you name her that?' because if so, poor girl. poor, poor girl.

conrad smirks at her for half a heartbeat and he hugs her just as long. something's off. something's wrong with her. something happened during the months she'd been away from cousins. he can tell.

04: "okay but get this," steven's excited voice reaches khione's ears. "warren peace almost set the cafetaria of his high school on fire. i mean, dude really is the son of a criminal---"

"---as well as a defense attorney and i'll thank you to stop talking about him as if you know him!" khione snarls, already up on her feet. "you don't know warren! you don't know what he's been through! he's twice the man you are in every sense of the word!"

she feels two arms encircle her waist and she's been hugged enough to know that this is conrad. perhaps he's waiting for her to push him away. perhaps he's waiting for her to go rigid, to stiffen, as she always does.

none of that happens.

"let go of me, fisher!" he doesn't. "no one talks about my people like that!" he still doesn't let go. not until she's calmed down considerably.

05: conrad aces both his short program and his free skate and afterwards, khione is the first to tell him 'congratulations'. she's the first to hug him, too, clinging to him as if there's nowhere else she'd rather be.

[freezegirl]

naming moves and people is difficult but every once in a while, kie hits the jackpot and when the pretty blonde woman tells her that 'fever pitch' is accurate for the scowling, dark haired lady, kie smiles widely. as if she's won the lottery. the pretty blonde woman's reassurance goes a long way. she feels like someone kie can trust. "good to know. that you guys don't murder everyone you meet around here anymore, i mean. it wouldn't be good for tourism if you guys still did that."

for a moment, she's quiet. then she simply says: "hot cocoa. to---to warm back up again. i think that'd help. you and lady fever pitch." yeah, she's never gonna let that nickname go now. "i get mine with whipped cream and marshmallows most of the time. and cinnamon."

"oh..." that makes her shrink into herself a little bit. gone is the cheerful behavior as her eyebrows knot together. "...right, um, i'm from maxville. and my friends---" she's gonna count them off on her fingers. "---we're called the stronghold seven. we're a team. a squad." and while it would be prudent not to give out personal information of any kind, kie figures that the pretty blonde woman is not going to use said information for nefarious purposes. in fact, the pretty blonde woman might just help to find her friends.

(lady fever pitch on the other hand... kie doesn't trust her as far as she can throw her, which, to be fair, isn't very far. still, the cryo user lowers her voice accordingly.)

"i suppose i should start with will stronghold, our leader and namesake." a fond smile blooms on her face. "he's... he's really strong. which, yeah, of course, it's all in the name. but he can fly, too. kinda makes him sound like superman, i know. he's basically a golden retriever if a golden retriever got turned into a human being."

"then there's layla williams, she does chlorokinesis and she does so wonderfully. i'm always so in awe whenever she makes vines and flowers and trees grow. it's really very beautiful. and she's got the biggest heart ever. she wants to save the planet. and i think if anyone's gonna do it, it's gonna be layla."

she nods, decisive, as if it's only the most natural conclusion in the world that layla's gonna be the one to step up for planet earth.

"next up is ethan bank, resident genius and hydrokinetic. after that we've got magenta lewis, resident shapeshifter of the caviidae variety, and zach braun who can glow, but i swear on my entire wardrobe that he can do much more than just glow. 'cause of photon manipulation, you know?"

she'll spare emma the rant about superhero genetics and potential.

there's also my---i mean, there's also warren peace. pyrokinetic. i love him. it's as easy and complicated as that. i'd love him even if he didn't have my opposite element. i don't think he loves me back, though. you don't expect the sun to love you back."

besides, her parents would hit the roof if they found out that she holds a torch for the son of the person who forced them - her dad more so than her mom, who hung up her own cape in solidarity with her husband - into early retirement.

a beat and then: "which leaves me. khione goossens. or kie. number seven. cryokinesis, as i'm sure you're well aware by now. that's why everyone calls me freeze girl."

relief floods her veins as a heavy sigh escapes her. before she can even think of anything to say , a laugh slips her lips. ❛ -- FEVER PITCH ? ❜ a crooked grin tugs at her lips as she glances over to regina , who only scowls &* considers reigniting her magic. ❛ accurate. ------- listen ; she won't raise a hand to you. not if i have any say in it. we don't just murder everyone we meet around here -- anymore. ❜ a pointed look is shot towards the mayor , who simply grumbles something &* crosses her arms to try &* warm herself.

emma looks back towards the girl &* frowns. ❛ as for your friends --- you're the only new person we've run in to. who are your friends ? where did you even come from ? it's not often we get visitors to storybrooke. ❜

[demonslayedher]

Do you think Tanjuro would have been able to defeat Muzan if he'd had Tanjiro's training? I get the impression he was a prodigy like Yoriichi but I also get the impression that Muzan was stronger in the present day. Related to this, do you think Tanjuro and Kie were Yoriichi and Uta reincarnated? Sorry for asking two questions at once, and thank you for all the research you do!

You're fine, they're closely related context! And yes, I think it would be fair to say Tanjuro had the capabilities to defeat Muzan if given the proper training to bring out the full strength of his Sun Breathing, provided Sun Breathing alone is capable of defeating Muzan (side note: using drugs/alcohol on beasts like Yamata-no-Orochi or Shutendoji was the only way mythological demon hunters were able to defeat them, humans just need the help and that's okay). I do, however, wonder at what age it would had happened, given how much Tanjuro's health had deteriorated by adulthood.

While it's just as possible he was of a naturally weak constitution since childhood, it's a pet theory of mine that Tanjurou's scar was due to purposefully hiding the mark, and that Sun Breathing, the OG Breath, mitigates the effect of the mark--the caveat being that the closer to perfection one is at the technique, the more pronounced the mitigation. With Yoriichi basically being born perfect at Sun Breathing, being born with the mark did not effect his lifespan in any negative way either, but we know from Tanjuro's conversation with Tanjiro in Chapter 151 that he wasn't always perfect at the Breath technique as he was growing up, and he often got himself very tired out. Even though he later attained a state of mastery over it, by that time, I think his years of imperfect practice had already taken a toll on his health.

As for Muzan being stronger in the Taisho era than in the Sengoku era, if anything I would say the opposite, since Muzan still carries the very deep scars Yoriichi gave him; points of weakness for Tanjiro to follow like "strike here" instructions. Muzan has gotten more cautious since the Sengoku era, using the 12 Moons like a buffer between himself and any demon hunters. However, if there's an absolute difference in strength, I don't think it would be by much.

Tanjuro may have had some points of genius, and may have picked things up more intuitively than Tanjiro did (he was certainly better at teaching, we know that much!). However, I don't consider him on par with Yoriichi, nor do I theorize that he is Yoriichi's reincarnation. Although reincarnation is a subtle element of KnY's universe, the mechanisms of the plot and Breath technique are not dependent on this, and focus instead on the continuing of passing things down--from benefactor to common charcoal farmer, from parents to children, from cultivators to pupils. "Inherited memories" is a work-around for reincarnation because it explains intuitive knowledge without a luck-of-the-draw reliance on reincarnation having the right timing and place, and implies this acquired knowledge is available to any generation that needs it. As the importance of family and familial bonds are stressed so heavily, I feel like Tanjuro being another very important link in a long chain is more meaningful to the story.

Muzan doesn't have this--his shared cells are his own immortal cells, he does his own surveillance as he ultimately does not trust anyone but himself. Each link from Yoriichi down to Tanjiro may be individually weak, whether for ability or physical strength and short life span, but their bonds and feelings were eternal.

[sunjaesol]

jiara | drabble | post-canon | established relationship

////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

"Hey, what's that?" Pope asks, nodding at the mason jar on JJ's dresser.

"Nothing," he quickly responds and drops it in one of the drawers. The coins inside chime, hiding the strangled laugh of the blonde. "It's stupid."

Pope, or any of the Pogues for that matter, don't need to know about Kie and his surf trip plans, he thinks, because it's their thing. The Pogues don't have a lot of their own belongings and this feels sorta sacred, even though JJ isn't religious. Plus, owning a mason jar feels weirdly emasculating the second Pope pointed out the object, but those are some demons to battle with for another day.

His friend looks at him in a way JJ never liked. Pope never just looks — he analyses, scrutinises, goes through mental gymnastics to then come to a conclusion that is usually close to the actual truth. A truth that neither him or Kie want him to know.

"You're saving up for something?"

"Uh, yeah," he scoffs, flopping down on his head, "for when the next time shit hits the fan. So, like, fucking tomorrow, or something."

Pope's brow quirks up, unimpressed. "What're you planning to do with it? You won't get far with ten dollars in change."

"I don't know, man. Hitchhike! Or whatever!" JJ knows Pope isn't intentionally trying to make him feel bad, but fuck, the jar really does only contain ten dollars in coins. At this rate, Kie and him will never make it to a warm European coast, shredding waves and meeting cool foreign people.

Or rather: at this rate, he'll never leave Outer Banks. He's stuck. Kie won't date someone that's stuck in a place she openly and loudly hates.

Finally, Pope drops the topic (though he knows it's going to fester in that genius big brain of his for weeks to come, probably until JJ and Kie tell the group about their relationship) and grabs what he came for — condoms, funnily enough, for his date with Cleo that evening.

(Pope is so anxious about it that he doesn't notice a handful of condoms missing from the box, even when JJ claims the box is new, but maybe that says more about Pope's perception of JJ than of Pope's lack of observation. Jesus fucking Christ, since when does JJ overthink shit like this? Maybe the lie of his secret relationship is catching up to his usually inebriated-addled subconscious.)

When he leaves, JJ catches his breath. He takes the jar out of the drawer (lingers on the tops and sweaters and shorts Kie has left in the drawer over the past months) and sets it back on top. The coins shimmer in the golden light of the late afternoon, the Château becoming hazy, less harsh, and lulling JJ and the Pogues into the belief that no harm will come to them again.

But like JJ said, the other shoe can drop any day. Danger is always around the corner, even if nothing has happened in the past year. John B doesn't seem worried at all anymore, preferring to play fucking House with Sarah (his 'wife') and pretending that he ahs any shot of leaving this place, as though they're not all destined for the same fate. Only Pope, Kie and Sarah have a chance of making it out. John B, Cleo and him? All he sees is a future of mowing Kook's lawns and cleaning yachts.

But then a softer knock taps against his door and it instantly rids him of all his worries. With Kiara, he doesn't have to think. With Kiara, everything is easy. With Kiara, he's effortlessly and wholly happy. Sue him if he's a little bit (a whole lot) in love with her and loses his mind every time she gets all cute.

Her head pops through the door. "Hey. Is John B home?"

JJ smiles and shakes his head. "Nah. He's at Sarah's."

Her eyes roll back as she steps inside, closing the door. "Of course, he is."

"Marriage BS," they simultaneously exclaim. A smile grows on her lips and he matches it, followed by smoothly crossing the distance between them and kissing her.

Sure, in the beginning, it was just sex. They were stranded on a deserted island with no fucking clue whether or not they'd get home, or even survive, so carnal instinct took over. The attraction had always been there, sorta lurking in the corner, so it hadn't been a hard step to take. Whenever the group paid them no mind, they met in a secluded area and blew off steam, but after they were rescued and forced to return to 'normalcy', JJ realised that Kie and him couldn't do that.

Feelings clung to him and it felt unavoidable, almost inevitable (gross), that it didn't surprise him when Kiara knocked on his door a week after the rescue with a serious conversation hanging from her lips. JJ didn't even had it in him to make a joke about it; it was that important.

"JJ, your room's a mess," she comments, fingers still curled in his shirt as her eyes skate across the floor, or lack thereof.

"I got busy!" he defends.

She smirks, a challenge colouring her words. "Busy? With?"

His head tips forward in amusement at her obvious bait, always up to play a game of banter. "Some hot chicks I picked up at a bar in Charlotte, duh."

"Obviously."

"Pope was coming over, so I had to hide the evidence," he grabs onto her hips and pulls her forward, the backs of his knees bumping into the bed and taking her with him, "that you come here more than he thinks."

Kie smiles and he feels lightheaded just looking at her. Her skin's glowing from a day of waitressing at The Wreck, the orange headband holding back her glossy curls is begging him to pull on it, unleashing the locks, she smells like seasalt and coconut shampoo and the best fries of OBX— and her sunny smile is directed at him. She wants him. JJ feels like he won the fucking lottery.

"Me," Kie says, "and those girls. I hope they were good."

His tongue clicks and his hand makes a so-so manner, "Meh," he teases, "they kinda missed some of that Kiara-ness I like. I dunno. Might have to go for another round."

Wrapping her arms around him, she kisses the joke off his mouth and wipes away the last of his lingering stress. Nothing bad can happen with Kie around. He hasn't told her he loves her, but he shows her in the way his hands slide across her legs and the grin that keeps resurfacing and the constant chase to have more of her. Being with Kie is the adrenaline rush he can't get anywhere else.

Fuck, man. Maybe he's as bad as John B after all.

"He asked about the surf jar, too," he mumbles.

Her brows furrow, confused, before connecting the dots and leaning away from him. "And what did you say?"

JJ sends her a toothy grin. "That I'm saving up for the apocalypse."

She laughs. "Right."

They're silent for a moment. His gaze drifts to the jar and the worry barrels to the forefront of his mind again. Normally, he keeps quiet and blurts out something else; a joke, an anecdote, whatever. But then he thinks of John B's fearlessness when it comes to Sarah and Pope's antsy excitement about Cleo and JJ figures that hey, maybe love is about having faith and hoping for the fucking best. They should've kept that damn golden cross.

"Kie..." he starts, his earnest tone already alerting her to sit up straighter. JJ musters the confidence to continue, though not while looking at her. Baby steps. "Will you be upset if we don't get to do the surf trip? Not live the Kook life for a month?"

There's no hesitant pause after that. He doesn't have to wait for her response, an incredulous scoff puffing out as she grabs his hand, firm. "Who do you think I am?" she calls out. "Of course, not. I know that trip is more, like, a dream and not reality." A soft finger taps his cheek, coaxing him to look at her and catch her gentle expression. "You're not disappointing me, JJ."

I love you, he thinks, I really love you. JJ smiles. "Good thing I dropped those girls for more of you, huh?"

She rolls her eyes. "Always the charmer, JJ."

[l3ominor]

:D Coolio!

Well Hunter is a giant innocent cinnamon roll, with enough ADHD to rival Chaos herself. He's a genius but people rarely believe it cause he's always using his smarts to do dumb stuff XD. He's also a big sweetheart and gives fantastic hugs!

His biggest hobby is finding new ways to craft ridiculous amulets(such as a speed enhancing amulet that only works if you're singing the Sonic the Hedgehog theme)

Here's one of my more recent sketches of Hunter(left) with his two best friends, Levi(center) and Kie(right), as well as a digital sketch I did of Hunter when he's a bit younger XD

Someone talk to me pls I wanna ramble about stuff XD

[yellowlaboratory]

Hahahahaa I bet you thought I was kidding when I said I would write an essay about how this is me trying related to PLTC. PSYCH I have no life and a lot of feelings.

I've been having a hard time adjusting

I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting

~ Kie had a *hard* time adjusting to kook life but once she did it was all shiny and beautiful (and fake) but now after everything that went down with Sarah it’s all that shininess is rusting away ~

I didn't know if you'd care if I came back

I have a lot of regrets about that

~ this goes right back up to last chapter and the convo between her and JJ. When she was she didn’t like feel like she could come back and he was like “what the hell made you think that?” Obviously, she regrets not reaching out to them after Big John disappeared a lot. ~

Pulled the car off the road to the lookout

Could've followed my fears all the way down

And maybe I don't quite know what to say

But I'm here in your doorway

~ car off the road? Her and JJ In the truck? She could have followed her fears all the way down and not gone back to the chateau like she did when Big John first disappeared, psyched herself out so much that she just never did it. BuT that’s not what she does, she’s literally at John B’s doorstep and isn’t quite sure what to say.

I just wanted you to know

That this is me trying

I just wanted you to know

That this is me trying

~chorus, she says it multiple times in the last chapter she’s *trying* ~

They told me all of my cages were mental

So I got wasted like all my potential

~back to chapt 21, I feel like that first line is kinda how all the Kooks turned on her after what happened with Sarah and now she’s getting wasted at a party like her “Potential” or all the potential she had to be a perfect kook like Sarah ~

And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad

I have a lot of regrets about that

~boneyard fight. Nuff said.~

I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere

Fell behind all my classmates and I ended up here

~first line is the kook year, she was on a role and about to try and fix things when Sarah changed the rules. Now all the kook girls are moving on with her and she’s back to where she started~

Pourin' out my heart to a stranger

But I didn't pour the whiskey

~In a sense the Pogues are strangers now, they have to get to know each other again because they all changed and went through two much. But kiara never tells them what actually went on between her and Sarah.~

And it's hard to be at a party

When I feel like an open wound

~back to the kook party, the wound with Sarah is still pretty raw and they both end up throwing salt at each other~

It's hard to be anywhere these days

When all I want is you

You're a flashback in a film reel

On the one screen in my town

~she’s really going through a lot now, dealing with all the bullying Kooks but she just wants to go back to being with the Pogues, to make things right. For last two lines, the Pogues were her childhood and their memories are scattered across the island~

Anyway, ya girl is *trying* thank you for coming to my Ted talk and you’re a writing genius.

Sincerely,

Your biggest fan 🤣😘

Carissa, you absolutely beautiful human, this is all I have ever needed in my life!!! I’m so glad you were not kidding this has filled my heart with joy 💕💕

and you did not lie on a single point! You didn’t miss!! this is me trying is the anthem of chapter 22, but you’ve opened my eyes and now I realize it’s been the last couple of chapters. There’s lines in this song that you’ve related to PLTC better than I could and I just.... have I mentioned I love you??? Like, a lot???? aksdjfhla 

“i’ve been having a hard time adjusting / had the shiniest wheels now they’re rusting” in relation to Kiara adjusting to being a kook and then losing Sarah is A+++ interpretation.

“i was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere / fell behind all my classmates and I ended up here” as her being in the popular crowd and ruling the school with Sarah and then falling behind when Sarah ditches her ..... I have so many feelings

“And It’s hard to be at a party / when I feel like an open wound” in relation to the Kook party where Sarah and Kiara fight .... I wish I could say I planned this. 

And the car!!! I could write essays about Taylor’s use of cars in her songs. And in comparision to JJ and Kiara, and especially chapter 21 - it’s a lot. 

And every line about her not knowing if she could come back, or about her trying, is just peak Kiara right now. This song is also pretty dark and heavy in it’s themes, kind of how I imagine Kiara’s feeling right now. She’s gonna have to, uh, put a little work into her mental health.

anyways this is my favorite thing, it’s beautiful and wonderful and I’m going to hang it up in my room thank you for the TEDTalk ♥️♥️

[freezegirl]

[ discuss ] sender and receiver talk about sender's powers in depth / warren

superpower prompts // @ghoulsplay (warren)

"eth, i've got a scary question for you."

"kinda busy here, freezey," ethan says, without looking up from his phone - there's this girl without powers that he's been seeing recently and he's trying to figure out how to break the news to her.

khione swats his arm until he looks up and groans: "will you cut that shit out, you tiny menace?!"

grinning at the victory, khione takes the opportunity to ask: "if you were to self-liquify and i were to freeze you afterwards, would you be able to shift back at all?"

while ethan thinks about this, khione takes out her own phone and texts him: just ask her to meet you at the pool for the big reveal in about a week. ethan clocks the text after his phone chimes and rolls his eyes: "i can't even with you right now. there'd be too many people there, kie, and you know it. as for your question: i don't know; probably not but i'd have to ask my parents when they're back from their second honeymoon to give you a definitive answer."

that's when warren finds her: seated on a stool in the kitchen in will's house while the rest of the stronghold seven - zach coined it because of course he did - scattered around, lost in a semi heated discussion with ethan.

"sorry," ethan says to warren when he enters the kitchen. "had to borrow your girlfriend for a moment. we're testing out a hypothesis." he doesn't look sorry at all. instead, his eyes twinkle mischievously.

"we're not doing anything of the sort, i just asked a scary question!"

"i don't know where your mind went," ethan responds immediately - he tries to go for a serious tone but his wide smile gives his game away, "but you'd better keep it in check, i don't want your boyfriend to set me on fire."

khione flips ethan the bird.

then, she turns around in her seat and she sees magenta and zach. they're helping will and layla set up for movie night. the huge white sheet that's supposed to be tied between the trees falls down and magenta's spectacular swears echo throughout the house.

it's a good thing that will's dad is in estonia right now.

"duty calls," ethan shakes his head, smiling fondly as he gets up.

"yell if you need me to do anything!" khione calls after him. "love you!" ethan shakes his head again. "you're on snack duty, kiki. and also, you're too tiny. but even so, i love you too."

"rude! layla's tiny too!"

"i heard that!" layla yells. "and i resent that!"

"i get that and i truly meant no offense! love you!" khione yells back as layla's warm laughter reaches her ears.

ethan disappears through the door, stepping out into the garden - armed with his trusty brain and instructions galore.

"i still don't know why they put me on snack duty," khione says softly as warren sits down beside her. "i could've made them a ladder or something."

"a ladder made of ice," warren points out dryly, "zach would try to do a trick and then he'd slip and fall."

"you know," khione murmurs, "you've got a point there." she can already see it in her mind's eye: zach trying and failing to do a trick and then, a flash forward, in which their great movie night becomes a hospital night instead.

the thought makes the blonde cryokinetic shudder.

between ethan's hospital stay after baron battle kidnapped him for his brain - khione has always known that ethan's a fucking genius - and josie stronghold's hospitalization and death, as well as khione's own stint in the hospital after being rescued from max-wellness, she figured that the stronghold seven had seen enough hospitals to last them a year.

if not a whole lifetime.

fucking katherine baxter.

"---okay?"

she only catches the last bits and pieces of his question but she can surmise why he asked. she zones out sometimes - gets lost in her head and often, it feels like eons pass before she either pulls herself back to the here and now or someone else pulls her back to the present.

"yeah," khione says slowly but firmly, "i'm okay, i promise."

"what was the scary question?" warren asks instead as he sits down beside her. she takes his hand and immediately, she feels so much better. so much more grounded.

"i wanted to know if ethan would shift back if i were to freeze him after he self-liquifies."

"that's dark," he says and his lips twitch into something that resembles a smile. it's a quick thing. here, then gone.

"you know me," khione chuckles, "dark to the core. in fact, my blonde hair is but a front for all the darkness within me."

"considering you can technically bend - and freeze - blood, i say that's pretty dark," warren comments lightly and according to khione, it's a good thing that he's holding her hand, because if he hadn't been, she definitely would have slipped off her chair in surprise.

"how the fuck do you know about that?!"

"so it's true? i thought it was just a rumor."

"yeah, of course it's true. i mean, my parents would have my head for even so much as thinking about it, but yeah---" slender shoulders rise and fall. "---i'm not just a cryokinetic."

she looks at him, arching an eyebrow, and waits for him to elaborate.

"a few days ago, i saw you do little water bending tricks to cheer up that girl who can shapeshift into inanimate objects---"

"---karol topolski," khione interjects, "she wiped out on an exam and, uh, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt you..."

warren shakes his head, tells her he's done and khione nods. "in the vein of asking questions - scary or otherwise - um, do you think you could heal? with your fire, i mean? is there a way for us to find out? it doesn't necessarily have to be healing. it can be something else too. it can be everything. fire is a versatile element."